This was a surprise, so Webber only took his words as a mockery of himself, and turned his head away with a snort.

"It's not a good magician's method, it's just a method that can't be used. You're laughing at me. 」

"What do you say, if you can get the best results by using the lower strategy, then the so-called best strategy is not a big deal. I'm complimenting you, and I don't have much time as a Servant complimenting others. 」

He smiled heartily and patted the short Master on the shoulder. Webber became more and more unhappy, and just wanted to reply to him, but he was afraid that this Servant would delve into the mysteries of magic, so he had to swallow his anger.

"Good, even his hiding place has been found. Imp, let's just rush over and beat him up. 」

"Wait, you, the enemy is Caster, and what fool would rush straight at him. 」

For magicians, the workshop can be said to be the culmination of their magic tricks. Therefore, before attacking the workshop, you must be fully prepared.

In particular, Caster, who is known as the Hero of the Demon Path, also has a class perk, "Position Manufacturing" ability increase. Since the opponent is able to make the most of any terrain in the shortest possible time, in terms of defensive ability, Caster can be said to be the most important opponent among the seven Servants. Therefore, the act of storming the workshop from the front, unless it is Saber, is tantamount to suicide.

Webb had told Rider all of the above, but the giant man never seemed to think about it. At some point, he had materialized Alexander's sword, slamming it on his shoulder, along with its scabbard.

"I said that the formation is constantly changing during the battle, and if you don't rush forward and take out the enemy, it will be too late to regret it when he escapes. 」

「…… Why are you so positive today? 」

"Of course, my master has finally made me see decent results, so of course I'll take the enemy's head in return, it's just a little bit of Servant's heart. 」

「……」

Hearing him say this, Weber completely lost room for rebuttal. Perhaps interpreting his silence as acquiescence, Rider smiled and put his hand on Master's shoulder and nodded.

"Don't give up before you start, try it first, maybe you can get something out of it?"

「……」

Could it be that the soldiers under the conquering king fought to the end of eastern Asia in this way? Weber thought so, and could not help but feel great sympathy for the soldiers of ancient times.

—————— Dividing Line——————

- Finally, they did get something.

Deep in the sewers Webb found was an otherworldly realm, where aquatic monsters with countless tentacles dwelt in narrow pipes, waiting to strangle the poor intruder.

Of course, even in the face of this terrible situation, there was only one way to conquer the king Iskander.

「AAAALaLaLaLaLaie！！」

The "Kamui Wheel" that runs rampant in the sewer pipe ravages the monster like an excavator with thunder and lightning. Crushed and burned monster fragments filled the sewers with bodily fluids, and Webb couldn't even tell the difference between the front and the back.

If it weren't for the fact that the bridge he was riding with Rider was wrapped in a protective force field, Webb would have choked on the monster's blood foam at this moment. But even so, he used magic to protect his respiratory organs, and even his sense of smell was blocked, otherwise the stench in the sewers would have stunted him.

After leaving the complex defensive array, I thought they were in Caster's lair, but they were greeted by a large number of demons, and other than that, there was no magic disguise or trap or anything like that. By magician standards, this is just a workshop. Even though it is protected by many guards, it is just an "encirclement".

These large numbers of miscellaneous soldiers are a piece of cake for the Servant who has the Noble Phantasm, and it seems to Rider that destroying them is as simple as clapping his hands.

"Hey little ghost, is it so boring to attack the magician's workshop?"

「…… No, it's strange that Caster may not be a magician in the true sense of the word. 」

"What does that mean?"

"For example, I was born with a demon name, or I held some kind of magic book, but I didn't know much about magic, but I was just passed down like that. If a magician summons such a Heroic Spirit, then his abilities must be limited. 」

After a few minutes of being stunned by the screams of the monsters, Webber finally analyzed Rider aloud in a voice that could drown out the noise.

"Anyway, if this was really a workshop, it wouldn't be so unsuspectingly discharging that kind of waste. A true magician would not make such a mistake. 」

"Well, that's right...... Huh, we're almost at the end?"

The density of the wall of demonic flesh blocking their direction had weakened, and finally, they leapt into a wide space. It was still dark, and the air didn't seem to move, but it didn't feel oppressive of a cramped space.

"-Well, it looks like Caster isn't here. 」

The Servant, who could see normally even in the dark, muttered, as if lowering his voice to blame Webb for letting the enemy go, but Webber didn't notice.

"What is this? water sink or something......

He wanted to use some kind of lighting, but after thinking about it, if there were ambushes in the dark, wouldn't that just let the other party know where he was?

「…… Ah, little ghost, you better not look at it. 」

The bold Rider said in a rare cautious tone, of course, Webb was on fire all of a sudden.

"What are you talking about! Since Caster isn't here, at least we'll have to look here for any clues. 」

"That being said, forget it, little ghost, you're no match for him. 」

"I'm sick of it!"

Webb angrily launched the Dark Vision Technique from the bridge to the ground, and his eyes suddenly brightened as the clouds opened and the sun rose. The darkness gradually became clearer.

Until he figured out what was going on, Webb had forgotten that he had been hiding his sense of smell during the sewer battle. When he stepped on the ground, the sound of water stepping on the soles of his shoes was also regarded by him as ordinary sewage.

"-sh-"

Webb Wilwitt is a magician, and because of this, he is always prepared to look at any strange scene.

He knew that the Holy Grail War he was participating in now was a brutal killing, and he didn't have time to experience any sadness. If you are not mentally prepared to face a mountain full of corpses, there is no hope of victory.

So Weber decided that no matter what kind of death he faced, he must not waver. Fuyuki is a battlefield, and it's normal to see dead bodies.

Even if the corpses were massive, even if the corpses were destroyed to the point that they were not human-shaped, they were just corpses. He does not allow himself to be sad or frown in the face of such a scene.

In Weber's imagination, corpses are at best wreckage, and at best they are destroyed. And what is unfolding in front of his eyes is far beyond his imagination.

It's like a grocery store, for example.

There are furniture, clothing, musical instruments and tableware, as well as some picture-like things that have no apparent purpose. The author's unique style and passion can be seen in those works.

The producers of these works must have loved the material and the process of making it.

The author must be an admirer of violence. While the murderers who bear the blood debt are also violent, the corpses in this bloody space do not look like they were left behind by murderers.

None of the bodies here are "destroyed wreckage", all of them are works, works of art. Human life and human body are meaninglessly sacrificed in the process of processing - this is the killing that happens here.

This unique style of killing, the act of creating works of death is far beyond the scope of Weber's acceptance. He couldn't even stand on his feet, and suddenly fell to the ground covered in blood, and vomited heavily.

Rider got out of the chariot and stood beside Webb and sighed deeply.

"I told you, don't look at it. 」

"Shut up!"

In the whispers of the giant Servant, his frustrated reserve finally disappeared.

A cloud of anger welled up in his chest, anger for no reason. He fell to his knees, hating his cowardice. And this cowardice was displayed in front of his own Servant, the most unforgivable humiliation.

"Brute—you're fooling me—brute!"

"Now is not the time for you to play tricks, stupid. 」

Rider said with a sigh, but instead of blaming Webb, he continued in a calm tone.

"Alright, that's it. If there's anyone who can even frown without frowning, then I'm going to beat him up. But your judgment is commendable, little ghost. It was the right decision to leave Caster and his Master for later. I don't want to meet them at all, it's disgusting to think about. 」

「……」

Even if Rider commented like this, Webb couldn't be happy from the bottom of his heart. He targeted Caster because he wanted to get the additional spell that the priest had mentioned. Of course, Rider didn't know about this, and no Servant would be happy that the spells that bound him had increased.

None of what Rider had said was malicious to Webb. But Webber still hated and feared the Servant.

He didn't have the same respect for himself as the other Servant did for the Master, but always thought of himself as an idiot. If it was just like that, what was even more unforgivable was that this man, who rarely praised Weber, seemed to have misunderstood something at the moment.

"Punch ...... What a beating, stupid, aren't you yourself...... Stand there as if nothing happened, who else but me!"

Webb scolded loudly after vomiting, and Rider grinned in confusion at the sight of his gnashing teeth.

"Well, I just don't think it's time to be scared, because my Master is in danger. 」

……