Flat, who failed in negotiations, walked out of Tosaka's house, because it was still winter, the relentless temperature of the north wind caressed his face, and after exhaling softly, Flatt involuntarily walked to the vending machine and bought three cans of black coffee drinks in one go. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After lighting a cigarette, inhaling the calming aroma quietly, and then opening the can and drinking one of the bottles of coffee in one gulp, Flatt exhaled a fierce "ah", and the exhaled breath instantly turned into a white mist.

This feeling of being able to dissolve the body, mind and soul is exactly what Flatt thinks is the best way to use the right pick-me-ups, and sure enough, caffeine and nicotine are mixed together - Flatt sighed in his heart.

The Assassin stood aside, and the Master walked around the street with the Entity Servant like this, which was an unbelievable action from the point of view of common sense.

Although he spoke by telepathy at the beginning, Vlad said that "I always don't think it's interesting, it's better to have a normal conversation", which is not like a magician, and the Assassin has been following Vlatt in the form of a physical entity. However, there wasn't much traffic during the morning, so outlanders like Assassin and Flatt didn't get much attention.

“Master…… Everything is my powerlessness, my powerlessness. If you're summoning a Heroic Spirit like Saber......"

The Assassin whispered, his gaze at Flatt filled with simple apology. In her opinion, the biggest reason for Flat's failure to recruit other Heroes and Masters was simply that she was not strong enough, and if she herself was a powerful Hero who could suppress Saber and Archer, she might-

"-Huh?"

Flatt casually agreed, then tossed the tobacco and empty can to the ground, turned to look at Assassin, and after seeing Flat's face, Assassin quietly swallowed back what he was about to say.

Because there was not the slightest shadow on the young man's face because of the failure of the negotiation just now. His Master, Flatt, was smiling, a smile of genuine joy from the bottom of his heart.

"It's okay, you're cute, but it's really impossible to deal with Saber head-on, and it's possible for the other party to look down on our strength and refuse."

"Huh?"

Assassin blinked, she probably understood that Flat's compliment didn't mean anything special, it was just his intuitive feeling of his own Assassin, just like the respect and enthusiasm he had shown to Saber and Archer just now.

She knew it, but still, a little shy. Desperately suppressing the urge to swoop in, Assassin pulled out two small notebooks from the inner pocket of his dress.

"These are the student IDs of the two masters I got in the house just now, and I guess they won't notice that these things are missing. Other than that...... This is the gem that Archer's Master uses to cast magic spells. ”

As he spoke, the Assassin handed a small ruby to Flat, who bent into a circle and held the gem in his palm, and a thick cloud of smoke gradually accumulated, making it look like unpurified water.

"Well, whether it's a hero or a magician, or an Archer with Eagle Eyes, they can't completely grasp you with the technique of [Breath Masking]...... Then again, the magic of this gem really feels familiar......"

Just by touching the magic dress, Flatt was able to analyze the structure of the other party's magic with his rare talent, and imitate and even crack it, and it was because of this amazing talent that he was called the genius of the 12th division of the Tower of London.

After a few minutes, Flatt smiled lightly and opened his eyes. At this time, the cigarette between his fingers was almost burned out, emitting a strange burnt smell, and the jewel on his hand had disappeared.

"Well~~ It's not a very complicated technique, the next time she uses it, let the magic flow flow backwards and cause damage to the magic circuit, this kind of thing seems to be done...... Well...... Probably 80% chance......"

Flat's eyes lit up with a hint of excitement, and he excitedly continued: "In that case, let's change the way." No matter how powerful those heroes are, they need masters, so let's kill all the masters first, or grab the Holy Grail into our hands first. ”

Throwing away the cigarette butt, he raised his index finger as if a child had thought of something funny—no, that's it. For Flatt, he must have thought of something funny.

"When the time comes, those Heroic Spirits will be willing to sign a contract with me...... Well, if the Servant is stronger than you, let's snipe the Master, and if you lose the Master's Heroic Spirit, I'll take it all! Whoever stands in our way, let them be defeated. Compared with Vlad, who was smiling innocently, he felt like a cold wind blowing through his heart.

Flatt was simply happy that he could face off against magicians with similar thinking and skills, and was excited about the possibility of subduing the Heroic Spirit.

And what consequences, what disasters, or even how many people to kill, are not in his consideration.

Or, in other words, Flat's desire to see all that the world has to offer, must result in a necessary sacrifice. Innocently, with a smile, the idea of using everything around you as material...... In this sense alone, Flatt has one of the best qualities of a magician, the cruelty of a mere obsession with research - unusual indeed, but very suitable for a magician.

Even if not entirely true, the Assassin has indeed come close to the essence of the Fleet.

- However, this has no effect on the Assassin, who has only one wish, to protect Flatt and do everything in her power to fulfill his wishes.

As long as Flat, as the Master, wants it, the Assassin will exert his power to make it happen—almost like a system that faintly fulfills the Master's wishes.

While the Assassin swore in his heart, Frath was able to learn the school and address of Illya and Rin from their student IDs, and the intelligence gathering that had been completely too late to carry out had suddenly made great progress.

"Where do you want to go and buy something that can be used as a magic costume to make a trap—"

Flat, who was muttering this, stepped forward. His steps were as bold as a storm and as heavy as a torrential rain.

To use the classic phrase, this is a small step for Flat, but a big step towards the Holy Grail.

The Assassin definitely felt that the high emotions contained in his master's powerful steps were indeed the same thing as the hero.

PS: Flatt seems to have embodied his natural black nature in the first chapter of FSF, and even Jack the Ripper feels cold, so let him have the nature of love song and FSF at the same time~~~ But well, Flatt can be washed away compared to love songs