A heroic spirit is "a legendary figure from human history or myth who has been elevated to a transcendent existence through great deeds."
After death they are freed from the cycle of reincarnation; their souls are recorded on the Throne of Heroes outside the world. Those summoned in the Holy Grail War are more accurately called "Servants" rather than "Heroic Spirits."
True Heroic Spirits are far too vast and powerful for the Holy Grail system to contain. Therefore the Grail can only download a portion of a Heroic Spirit's data into a shell called a class container based on the corresponding class.
However… unlike the other Servants in this war, Tiamat is not strictly a Servant or a Heroic Spirit.
Her true form has always been rejected by two major forces in human history and sleeps in the endless abyss known as the Imaginary Sea.
At this very mont, sitting across from Matou Yuu is rely the dream of the Goddess of Creation.
More precisely, it is a small fragnt Tiamat secretly extended into the human world to observe him.
This occurred because an error happened when Matou Yuu perford the Heroic Spirit summoning and awakened the system.
Instead of searching for heroes on the Throne of Heroes, the system directly fixed the coordinates on the Imaginary Sea and forcibly misidentified Tiamat's existence as so kind of rare deep-sea creature awaiting hatching.
"If that's what the system ans… then perhaps in the future I can summon Tiamat's true form?"
Matou Yuu thought to himself.
It is important to understand that the Imaginary Sea is a place that devours even concepts; there is no physical exit.
But now, by a twist of fate, Matou Yuu had beco Tiamat's only connection to the modern world.
As long as he issued that call and his emotions were strong enough, Tiamat's true form might naturally awaken, tear through the boundary between imaginary and real along this coordinate, and descend.
But… wasn't this more like a nuclear launch button than a trump card?
"What are you thinking?"
Just then Tiamat's soft, pleasant voice rang out, pulling Matou Yuu back from his long reverie to reality.
Now back in her small form, she tilted her head and looked at the young man in front of her with a slightly confused expression.
"It's nothing important…" Matou Yuu shook his head and casually made an excuse. "I'm just a little worried. After all, the Holy Grail War in Snowfield City seems quite difficult."
Tiamat Lily paused for a mont, then leaned forward slightly, extended her small white hand, and very seriously grasped the young man's hand resting on the table.
Those pure, red, star-like shining eyes stared at him.
"Aaa… It's okay. Because you're my child… I will stand before you. No one… can hurt you."
The statent was filled with confidence, yet combined with her cute, charming expression at the ti… no matter how you looked at it, she seed completely without malice, like a little girl simply playing house.
But a loli-mama isn't so bad, right?
The mont he felt the soft touch of the small hand on the back of his hand, a rebellious thought suddenly flashed through Matou Yuu's mind.
The two spent more ti at the outdoor café. Matou Yuu picked up the paper cup, drained the last sip of bitter coffee, and looked up at the sky.
Before he knew it, it was already 2 PM.
Sunlight filtered dazzlingly through the white birch trees planted as street trees, casting mottled shadows on the ground. When the sumr leaves rustled, the shadows swayed with them.
Compared to the dilapidated, ruined hotel on the city outskirts, this artificially snow-covered downtown area looked almost unreal in its prosperity.
Yet it was precisely this excessively harmonious prosperity that made Matou Yuu vaguely feel sothing was wrong.
After his mana attribute upgraded to D, the expanded magic circuits not only brought him more energy but also granted him extrely keen spiritual perception of his surroundings.
Beneath the leisurely shade of the trees, amid the flow of people, several faint, prying gazes were quietly watching him.
Matou Yuu sat in a relaxed posture, but his gaze unconsciously shifted to the bench diagonally opposite.
A man wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses sat there holding a local newspaper.
The mont Matou Yuu's gaze landed on him, the man imdiately lowered his eyes as if seriously reading the newspaper.
Matou Yuu did not linger; his gaze casually continued to the alley across the street.
In the shadows, a stylish woman in a gray vest leaned against the wall.
She had her hands in the pockets of her overalls, casually blowing bubble gum.
While chewing gum, the woman noticed the black-haired young man looking at her and paused slightly.
She casually raised her hand, brushed the golden hair hanging behind her ear, and pressed the button on the small communicator hidden deep in her ear.
The woman lowered her voice and reported in a serious tone. "Chief… that young man saw through our blind spot… Team C is suspected of being discovered by the target."
…
Deep underground in the Snowfield City Police Station, in a secret command center completely isolated from the outside world.
Orlando Reeve sat quietly in a large office chair.
Arms crossed on the table, his cold, hard face showed no emotion.
On the huge LCD screen in front of him was displayed Faldeus's cold, sowhat mocking expression.
The Arican high official was clearly listening to the report through a shared encrypted communication line.
He shrugged helplessly. "Hey, Chief Orlando, has your vaunted tracking specialist team degenerated? A re 17-year-old foreign young man saw through your surveillance net's blind spot? Do I need to dispatch FBI agents for support?"
Orlando stared at the screen and began speaking slowly in an emotionless voice. "This group has been secretly monitoring Matou Yuu since yesterday… Yet at that ti he noticed absolutely nothing unusual."
Hearing this, Faldeus couldn't help but smile. "Are you saying the Clock Tower brat suddenly had a dramatic leap in perception in just one day?"
"If the female Servant accompanying him noticed the group tailing him, I wouldn't be surprised at all…"
At this point Faldeus changed the subject and asked casually, "By the way, has your intelligence network identified the identity of that mysterious woman?"
Orlando fell silent for a rare mont and rely closed his eyes.
His mind was still filled to bursting with the words his Servant, Caster Alexandre Dumas, had spoken the previous night.
The Grand Dictionnaire de Cuisine was a special treasure owned by Alexandre Dumas.
He could obtain scattered information about specific Heroic Spirits (magical wavelengths, physical characteristics, etc.) at extrely high speed and logically reconstruct it.
Combined with the Skynet system secretly deployed by the police in every corner of Snowfield City, Dumas could instantly match the corresponding hero files in the human history database like a search engine.
However—
"Hey, Orlando, this isn't sothing that would be recorded in any hero file… There's no information whatsoever about such a big shot even on the Throne of Heroes. Believe , this woman is definitely the most dangerous monster in the Holy Grail War!"
Alexandre Dumas's deep, solemn assessnt from last night still echoed deeply in Orlando's heart.
Orlando slowly opened his eyes and pushed the thoughts away.
"At present, no information about her life or background has been found," he replied in an extrely calm voice.
On the screen, Faldeus paused for a mont, then stroked his chin thoughtfully. "I see… Even your Caster doesn't know anything? She seems like an incredibly ancient relic from the Age of Gods from historical legends."
Then he suddenly had an idea and threw out what seed like a trivial question. "You haven't been spreading information from the Northern Desert last night, have you?"
"If not, then I have a wonderful idea."
Orlando frowned slightly and asked quietly, "What do you want to do?"
"Use your undercover investigator connections to spread that ssage to the other Masters in the city… Just tell them this."
He paused, staring at Orlando's eyes through the electronic screen. "That arrogant King of Heroes, Gilgash, chose to flee in front of that blue-haired goddess."
Faldeus spoke slowly. "This information is both terrifying and extrely attractive. Believe , there will definitely be several self-important fools who try to test Matou Yuu and that mysterious female Servant."
"And at that ti, when they are engaged in a fierce battle, that will be the perfect opportunity for us to profit from the chaos."
Orlando stared at the screen, eyes shining. "Are you confident you can handle a monster of that level?"
"No. If even the King of Heroes' glory cannot surpass that woman… then the latest weapon in my possession naturally cannot accomplish it either."
Faldeus's originally cold expression slowly curved into a cold smile. "But don't forget. No matter how powerful a Servant may be, the magus standing beside her is ultimately nothing more than a re human."
"Perhaps…"
On the screen, Faldeus raised his right hand, ford a gun shape with his index and middle fingers, and pointed the virtual gun at Orlando's forehead through the screen.
"Bang."
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
"I'll send soone… to kill him."
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