Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 540: A Shura Field That Almost Arrived

The female assassin, who was about to leave, paused slightly.

She saw an incomparably deep darkness in Moran’s eyes, a starry abyss that could not be seen to the bottom no matter how far one gazed.

Such an abnormal situation was unsettling.

"Well, I have no malice towards you. However, I’ll do you a favor here."

Moran said, taking a step forward.

At a speed that the female assassin couldn’t react to, Moran reached out and gently touched her forehead.

In an instant, the female assassin felt as if the magic circuits in her body had exploded, and a tingling sensation spread throughout her body.

Subconsciously, her speed was so fast that she flickered out an afterimage.

"Gu! You—!"

The female assassin swung her blade.

She gritted her teeth, regretting her immaturity.

If it were the great Hassans of the past, they would never have made such clumsy and ugly mistakes as she did.

She didn’t even react to the man’s approach.

She felt ashamed of herself, and as the elders said, she was indeed defiling the techniques passed down by the Hassans of the church.

"That’s a bit too enthusiastic. But I’m not your enemy. You’ll thank me for doing this soon enough."

Moran pinched the female assassin’s dagger with two fingers.

He didn’t move a step.

Just from the moment Moran reached out to touch her forehead, the female assassin understood very well that if this man really wanted to kill her, she would have died more than a dozen times already.

Most importantly, this man had no killing intent.

She didn’t believe that Moran could hide his killing intent to such a perfect degree, that was a realm that only the great Hassans of the past could reach!

How could the man before her possibly do it!?

At least, the female assassin didn’t want to think about it.

Thinking about it for even a second would be disrespectful to the past leaders of the sect.

"Hmph..."

The female assassin saw that Moran didn’t show any hostility.

She didn’t plan to fight here either.

There were two main reasons.

The first reason was that she still had to eliminate the mastermind behind the Holy Grail War, and the man before her was not an enemy.

The second reason was that her intuition was warning her.

If she fought this man, she would undoubtedly die.

"...She’s gone."

Irisviel said blankly.

She only saw the afterimage of the female assassin leaping into the air.

Unexpectedly, not long after arriving in Snowfield City, they had their first encounter with another Servant.

No, this couldn’t even be considered an encounter, right?

Irisviel thought to herself.

"Moran, what did you just do to her?"

"Nothing, I just cut off the magical connection between her and her Master. Hehe, she’ll thank me for it."

"...Ah? Cut off the connection? Won’t a Servant lose the ability to maintain their existence if they lose contact with their Master due to insufficient mana!? How could she possibly thank you for doing that?"

Irisviel knew a lot about the Holy Grail War.

Servants can only maintain their existence in the absence of a Master in two ways.

The first way is to find another source of mana.

For example, something like the Holy Grail that possesses a high concentration of mana, or the souls of humans and animals.

The essence of a Servant is a soul-eating demon.

The second way is for the Servant to gain a physical body and live in this world as a living being.

Servants are actually like Dead Apostles.

Once they lose their source of mana, if they don’t draw mana from the outside to maintain their existence, then all that awaits them is disappearance.

The situation where a Master is drained of mana due to the Servant’s excessive output.

This is not uncommon in the Holy Grail War.

"Hahahaha, that’s because you don’t know enough, Iris. I just gave her enough mana. Also, the seal will only last for a few days at most. I don’t want such an interesting assassin to disappear."

Moran’s spiritual evocation is almost at the Grand Order level.

Dealing with Servants is almost a piece of cake.

Cutting off the connection between Master and Servant is simply too easy for him.

It just depends on whether he understands the Command Seal system.

You know, the Clock Tower has a lot of information, whether it’s the Heroic Spirit summoning formula or the Command Seal system.

The Clock Tower has almost everything covered.

Even Zolgen Makiri’s thesis on the Throne of Heroes is included in the Clock Tower’s collection.

It records a lot about Heroic Spirit Servants.

It is one of the treasures of the Spiritual Evocation Department.

It has always been collected by Lord El-Melloi.

Usually, others can’t see this treasure at all, but Moran is the King of Britain.

He asked for this thesis out of curiosity.

Moran analyzed the Command Seal system with his knowledge of spiritual evocation, and while mastering it, he also developed new ways to play with it.

"Oh? You don’t want her to disappear? Could it be that you’re setting your sights on another woman again?!"

"Uh... how could that be?!"

"Hmph, wait until I go back and tell Morgan and the others. You came out with me, and you’re still thinking about other women! You’re such a flirt!"

Irisviel turned her head and snorted coldly.

It was obvious that she was really angry, and even her pace quickened a lot, as if she wanted to leave Moran behind.

"Don’t, don’t! Iris, my dear Iris, my heart is only for you! If you say that, your husband won’t have a good time..."

Moran immediately caught up with Irisviel.

He really just did it on a whim.

He didn’t know that Irisviel would think that way.

The female assassin wanted to kill as many magi as possible, and as someone who stirred up the situation, Moran thought she was pretty good.

In addition, she showed Moran goodwill.

After knowing Moran’s identity as a magus, she not only didn’t swing her blade but also gave him friendly advice.

It was obvious that she was a very principled person.

Moran didn’t hate principled people.

This was also why Moran chose to help her.

Fortunately, after catching up with Irisviel, he managed to appease this young lady with both praise and coaxing.

He avoided a shura field that almost arrived.

He avoided it.

But on the other side, someone was about to be filled with impotent rage.

"Ah, so beautiful! With just that one strike, she crushed my heart and destroyed my soul as a magus!

Ahhhhh... that beautiful assassin! Her beliefs! How can they fade from the stage of history in obscurity! No! Who can allow such a waste to happen!!"

Jester’s expression was dazed and intoxicated.

He leaped through the urban forest built of steel and concrete, and the dazzling neon lights were like the focus of the stage.

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