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Chapter 3

"So, I hope you remember our mission?" Asked Animusphere while continuing to move forward. She did not lag behind Momonga.

"Chaldea, the peak of human genius, a combination of magic and technology, created a perfect simulation of the Earth as a single model observed its past and future, predicting changes in the timeline and reality due to the analysis by the telescope S.H.E.B.A. observing the future and the system of Laplace and reviewing the past." Momonga began to answer the memorized text.

"It suddenly noticed a temporal anomaly forming in the past of 2004 Fuyuki, Japan. The anomaly was named 'Singularity F' and was observed for study. At the same time an anomaly was observed in July of 2016. The simulation no longer detects humanity's presence which predicts its disappearance before the said date. The chance of a connection between these two events is quite high so a group of forty-eight magicians,all potential masters, each of whom had to use their power and the Fate system to make contracts with Servants to further investigate the disappearance of mankind."

"For someone with that stupid looking face you are surprisingly good at memorizing information." The girl managed to insult Momonga with praise.

"Thank you." He decided to accept this as a compliment. "A new group of skeletons is approaching."

"How are you..." Animusphere wanted to ask something but the appearance of a new group of enemies did not allow her to finish. "Kya!"

With a squeak-like sound the girl hid behind Momonga.

"Chief, are you... Are you scared?" Momonga Unexpectedly discovered a strange quirk about the girl.

"N-no, no! Of course not, how could such a thing have occurred to you!?" The girl instantly objected to him, however, not hurrying to leave the shelter behind the mans back.

"If you say so, chief" The man didn't push the topic this time.

"Listen..." However, she immediately tried to change the subject. "You... You know about Servants?"

"Yes." The man didn't continue this topic. He tried to remember what exactly was put into his head during the transfer. "There are Heroic Spirits, the highest level of familiars and spirits, creations that emerged from the combined idea humanity had about the most powerful and famous heroes and villains.

Creatures so powerful that to summon them in the form of true living beings is usually impossible. Therefore, instead of summoning the full-fledged being, the summoning is instead carried out only to certain 'aspects' of the hero, the so-called 'Servants'. Using a certain ritual, magicians summon only a certain facet of the personality and abilities of the 'heroic spirits', usually into seven standard classes - Saber, Lancer, Archer, Rider, Assassin, Caster and Berserker. Every 'Servant' who comes into reality bears the imprint of not only an actually existing person under its name but also what people or humanity remember about them. Mythological imprints and 'noble phantasm' - crystallized miracle that embodies the very essence of their personality and their legends."

"That's right" the chief murmured in shock, after which she shook her head in disbelief. "Indeed, that's right!"

"Is it a reason to be so surprised?!", Momonga himself was feeling indignant inside.

"Surprisingly, you are really knows!" Having rejoiced, Animusphere clapped her hands joyfully."At last, people who are knowledgeable start to appear!"

Stoically, Momon ignored the words of the chief and looked at Mashu, who continued to shred the skeletons nearby.

"By the way." After waiting a few seconds and finding that Momon had not planned to continue the conversation with her, the chief drew attention to an important detail of the man's appearance. "What is wrong with your hand?"

"Why do you care so much about my hand?" Momon breathed out calmly. "It's nothing, I just hurt my hand."

"Let me have a look." She unceremoniously reached for the bandage on the Servant's arm, to which he immediately reacted. Momon moved his arm to the other side. "Stop, I can heal."

'You can hardly heal such wounds' -With a sigh, the man took another step back . 'In spite of the fact that this body is human, the manifestation of my identity as a Servant is the hand of an undead. Wouldn't her healing be tantamount to taking damage?'

"Are you a fool?!" Having found that the man was desperately not giving into the hands of Animusphere, she instantly felt anger rising inside her. "Give me your hand you idiot! Give it!"

"It's all right." Momon took another step back, then thought. It is interesting, if he applied 'Charm' or 'Control Amnesia' on the girl in order to make her to ignore his hand would this be considered a villainous act? Indeed, in a sense, he would be doing it to save the world... In a certain, very approximate sense.

"Moron!" The girl instantly reacted with a wave of her hands again and kept missing the arm. "You idiot!"

For the last time, waving her hands desperately, the girl took a step back and Momonga could see in her eyes something glistening in the sparkling lights of burning flames.

"Chief, please, don't call senpai an idiot!" Mashu unexpectedly appeared behind the back of the Animusphere.

"How should I call someone who does not want to have his wounded arm looked at?!" Indignant, Olga or is it still worth calling her chief? Stamp the ground with her heel.

"By the way, senpaaaaai..." But at the moment, after clarification from the position of the girl, Mashu was still forced to respond to the words of the chief with agreement.

"Ha... Ha... Ha..." But once again a voice from somewhere interrupted the attack of two girls.

"Haaaaa..."

The resounding voice only uttered monosyllabic sounds, but it was easy to hear something human behind it.

Turning toward the sound, the three were able to easily see a figure quite similar to the recently destroyed skeletons. A man wearing a black cloak, with each of his movements seeming to sway in the wind. The cloak fluttering in the wind emphasized its incredible thinness and it is also wearing a white mask on its face, completely hiding any possible facial features that only made it look even more like a skeleton.

"A new monster?" - Thought Momonga who could not identify the new arrival as an undead. "It looks strange...".

"That is a Servant!" However, Animusphere reacted instantly and even before Momon could decide on what to do Animusphere grabbed him and pulled him back putting Mashu in front of them.

"Servant?!" After what was said, Mashu's legs gave way a little. Of course, she had previously been thoroughly taught just how much Servants were superior to ordinary humans, like her, in all aspects and now she was standing in front of one who was ready to kill her and her Master.

Even Momonga was worried for a second. If it really was a Servant, then there was a chance that Mashu could not fight it alone and Momon would have to reveal his identity by directly going into battle...

"On the other hand" Momon also looked at his skeletal hand. "How much longer can I keep this secret?"

Apparently, the hand was not particularly in a hurry to recover from the use of magic...

"Ma...na..." Stopping for a second, the skeletal servant muttered. "Lot... of... ma... na..."

"A lot of mana?" Momon frowned "So, he was attracted by mana, but where- Oh of course, me..."

The greatest source of mana in this city was most likely Momonga himself, blessed with an inexhaustible source of mana.

"Silent Magic: False Data: Mana" The man silently cas his magic, after which the skeletal servant stopped in place.

"Ma...na..." He muttered again. Then in the same abrupt but with somewhat surprised voice, muttered, "Dis... app...eared?

"He came to the source of mana!" Animusphere instantly responded. "But where... Doesn't matter

Mashu! Destroy him!"

"Senpai?!" Instantly turning to him, completely forgetting that she shouldn't turn away from her opponent, the girl screamed panicked. "Senpai, what should I do?"

Her opponent did not look strong, but Momonga knew that this meant nothing in the end. Momonga died more times to the 'Meteor Turtle' than from all the 'Kings of Demons' combined.

"Mashu, calm down!" Nevertheless, he decided not to intervene in the fight at first. "You are now a Servant as well. You also possess the strength and abilities of a Servant! Mashu, I believe in you!"

"Otherwise, I will have to intervene myself..." The man twisted his lips.

"You moron!" However, the voice of the chief next answered a little differently than Momon had hoped for ."You're a magician - you should know at least some magecraft! We should help Mashu!"

'Of course I can help Mashu!' Momon instantly agreed internally 'Even more than that, I can fight it alone without her!'

However, his arm wrapped in cloth stopped him from doing it.

His current body was not able to withstand any high-level magic that Momonga himself could use, so if he had to use a spell, as it looked increasingly likely, the manifestation of his body as a Servant and the destruction of his human body would continue. It would not be scary if just his injured arm continued to deteriorate further -then he would just need to disguise it even further. However, if part of his head suddenly disappear in the middle of the battlefield exposing his skull it would be very difficult to explain.

In addition, he could not explain the use of high-level magic. Although the average level of the magicians of this world was not known to him, judging by the fact that even a reasonably good magician likeAnimusphere had problems against only a few dozen ordinary skeletons it was fair to assume it was below his own level.

In the case if he decided to use the weaker magic that his body could withstand, it most likely would simply have no effect.

"Gandr!" chanted the spell by Olga, ignoring his inner turmoil, aiming at the frozen servant, who continued to ignore the squabbles between three people.

"Huh?" A blow fell on it's right shoulder forcing the Servant to sway a little. "At...tack?"

"Mashu!" Under these conditions, the course of action was clear.

"Yes chief!" With one word Mashu rushed into battle, waving her titanic shield.

"Huh?" Even before the Servant managed to react to it the blow overtook him, literally knocking him off its perch.

"He does not attack, but our attacks reach him..." However, Momonga only frowned at this. "But this is wrong!".

No, he didn't have any problems if the enemy Servant refused to attack them, but he had problems with Olga's attack. And the problem was that her attack hit!

Of course, she did not, in fact, cause any damage, but she did hit her target and even achieved the most minimal of success.

'This is wrong!' The thought arose inside Momonga. 'That is the simplest magic Magical Arrow!'

Magical Arrow, a spell of the first rank, the simplest and the most basic of all simple and basic spells, in fact,it is a common noun for all low-level attacks! And how could she hit a Servant with it?!

In Yggdrasil, there was a simple system of statistics - HP, MP, physical and magic attack and defense, resistance, dexterity and special abilities, for a total of nine parameters. There were six forServants - amount of Mana, Endurance, Agility, Strength, Luck and a Noble Phantasm. But this did not mean that they did not have the innate ability responsible for magical resistance?! For Momonga, he, of course, had a high rank in it consistent with his high level in the game, but it was also included in the list of his "skills". Did that really mean that other Servants does not have protection from magic?

Momonga's brain made an emergency reboot.

"Huh... Huh..." - however, the Servant rose from the place where the blow of Mashu threw him back, the Servant just continued his slow muttering - "Should... Fight... Ba..."

Mashu's next blow didn't let Servant to finish his thought.

"But it is absurd?! Are not the Servants the strongest familiars in the world?!" Momonga wanted to grab his head. In Yggdrasil, the parameters did not grow on their own but due to the investment of points. But no one would have ever neglected Magical Defense. It would have made any, even the most powerful player, a toy in the hands of any sufficiently proficient magician! Of course high HP or, in this case, Endurance could allow a person to hold on a bit longer in battle but... Wait a minute!

Another blow from Mashu sent the Servant, whom Momonga was already beginning to feel sorry for, to flight, after which Momon felt his pupils expand.

'He doesn't have any physical resistance either?!' He wanted to shout out loud. 'How is this even possible?!'

Of course, a high HP could theoretically smooth out a little bit of low protection. But everybody would consider you an idiot if you invested a hundred, no, even two hundred points in HP, breaking the maximum and getting yourself a health bar the size of a World-Class Enemy, but to give up both physical and magical protection. Things just do not work like this!

There was a huge difference between levels in Yggdrasil. An enemy five levels higher than yourself was an invincible one, which was supposed to be beaten at least by three or four players to get a good chance of winning and it was not worth it to think of fighting bosses with higher levels! After a certain number of levels, the difference became so enormous that quantity ceased to translate into quality.

In other words, since Momonga had the ability to automatically block any damage below the sixtieth level, no matter how many hundreds of thousands of thirty-level mobs attacked him, all their attacks would be useless and the only thing they could do to stop him was to make him bored of killing them in hordes again and again. So is with magic! The magic below the seventh rank could not affect Momonga at all, simply because it does not matter how much power will be invested in the attack. He was simply at a qualitatively different level than everything that could exist on the first six ranks.

And now he was watching how spells of the first rank were working on, presumably, one of the strongest creatures in the also Mashu's attacks,yes, it's an attack by another Servant, but a newly appointed Servant,an inexperienced Servant's attacks did not seem equal to a normalServant. They sent the enemy into flight time after time.

"This is some kind of absurdity." Momonga still couldn't hold back his thoughts, after which he unwound his sleeve and aimed at the figure in front of him. "Magical Arrow..."

The Magical Arrow that was shot from his hand instantly drew a bright line then crashed into the just barely aware Servant, then it exploded with a bright flash, forcing a few drops of blood to fly from the Servant's body.

Of course, given that such a spell was only of the first rank and it was supposed to be weak, the damage wasn't that surprising. But the fact that after it hit the body of the servant there was a wound, a real wound! made Momonga round his eyes. Of course, if an ordinary person were at the spot where the arrow would hit, it would simply torn him apart, evaporating half of their body in the process, so in a sense it could be said that the opponent was many dozen's times stronger and sturdier than an ordinary person - but compared with his experience in Yggdrassil, this just didn't make any sense!

"Clear hit!" -Shouting, the chief only drove Satoru into even greater frustration.

As if it was only at that moment that the servant was supposed to fight, the figure in the robe leaped forward, but his movements were slowed down. Perhaps because of his loss of mind and perhaps because of his already existing wounds, but the Servant only managed to rush forward an instant before another blow of the shield byMashu stopped him.

"No, maybe this is just such a Servant?" Momonga peered thoughtfully at the opponent. "Or maybe... I know, his defense was gone after he lost his mind! Or, no, maybe, he is just a super-specialized Servant who sacrificed his defense in order to gain incredible power and now having lost his mind, he is not able to use his full power..."

Another blow from Mashu on the already seemingly unwilling to rise Servant dropped him again.

"It's just ridiculous." Momonga rubbed his face. Well, there must be a reason for all this!

However, before Momon could find it, a final blow from Mashu put an end to this confrontation, cutting the head off of the unknown Servant.

"Hurray, senpai!" The girl could not resist the joyful cry. "We won!"

'Was this really a battle at all?' Momonga almost asked, but stopped, he nevertheless tried to think as logically as possible. "It seems he didn't understand what was going on around at all..."

"This is for the best!" The chief immediately interjected- "If he had managed to react who knows how the battle would have turned out!"

"Yes..." Momonga said tentatively. "Probably..."

The silence stayed for some seconds as everyone took some time to catch their breathed heavily after dozens of released Gandrs, Mashu after waving her shield, and Momonga after realizing the absurdity of the situation.

"Chief." After a minute or two, Mashu drew attention to herself. "Why are there Servants here? This place does not look like Fuyuki."

"In the Singularity, a War for the Holy Grail was fought here in Fuyuki." With a sigh, Animusphere began to speak. "The ritual of invoking the Grail, to fulfill the desire of the winner, included the call of seven Servants. In other words, we have just killed one of these seven."

"But if we killed only one..." It became clear to Mashu almost instantly.

"Grail... So close..." A new source of sound that felt much more alive than the previous Servant resounded.

" The monstrous source of Mana... Disappeared..."

"Lancer!" This time the voice sounded like a female. "Those three ... For the Grail we should fight them!"

The next Servants that appeared looked much more threatening than the skeleton before. The man looked like a golem from afar. His face looked like a stone mask, unless it really was a stone mask, and there was something in his hands that could be called a spear with a stretch.

The girl who appeared looked like an actress who escaped from a bdsm session - her eyes were hidden behind a leather strap, and her body was dressed in a tight corset, so as to emphasize her attractive assets.

"Perroronchino would have liked it..." Momonga had an inappropriate thought.

"And who do I see here..." The third unknown voice, however, this time from another direction, interrupted any thoughts in Momonga's head. "Rider and Lancer themselves!"

The man who appeared on the other side was wrapped in a fur coat, which considering the more than warm weather around here, especially with the flames burning here and there, looked more than a little strange. Unfortunately, it was impossible to distinguish anything under the cloak.

"Who are you?!" Leaping back a step, Rider glanced cautiously at the man. At least, this was the impression, given that her mask completely hid her eyes.

"You do not recognize me?" The tone of the answering man sounded like mockery. "Clean your eyes and look again... Oh right!"

After these words, in an instant, the place where the two Servants are several bright lumps of fire struck at once.

"Well, at least a little they're a bit better..." Momonga was able to console himself. Judging by the bright flashes and the earth exploding from the impact, these were no longer magical arrows, but something similar to Flame Projectile, a third rank spell that resembles a fireball in power, but was a little more powerful due to the loss of the AoE of the attack. Moreover, given that he used several projectiles at once he either used metamagic, or used a fourth-level spell, 'Volley of Flame Projectiles' which was at least something in Momonga's eyes. Still far below the level of nullification, but at least not Magical Arrow.

"Caster!" Shouted Rider who drew Momon's attention. "Why do you fight us?!"

"Because you are defending yourself, obviously!" Caster's answer was instant and was accompanied by the next Volley of Flame Projectiles.

Unfortunately, there was a numerical advantage on the other side, so the situation for Caster rather quickly began to go unfavorably.

"Senpai?!" Noticing this, Mashu turned to the most reliable person that she knew. "What should we do?"

"Stop!"Animusphere instantly attracted the attention of the two. "I am your chief and I command you! ..."

However, there was no continuation. In spite of her bravado just a second ago, after these words the girl cautiously glanced at the man opposite of her. As if asking him for permission for something.

"Caster will not manage without us." Momonga's obvious conclusion instantly formed, looking at how, continuing to evade his attacks, Rider absorbed all of Caster's attention, allowing Lancer to get closer and closer toward Caster. "But I don't want to risk any of you, so…"

"Mashu!" Turning to the girl, Momonga caused her to flinch. "Your shield is a weapon of a Servant that left you his powers... But then he should have also left you and his legend! His Phantasm!"

"Senpai..." But the answer was not positive. "I don't know!"

"Mashu,a Noble Phantasm is an integral part of a Servant, the crystallization of his legend, the manifestation of his essence." It was easy for Momonga to talk about it, because he himself felt his Phantasms at an instinctive level. "Even if you don't know what it is, you know that it is inside you. It is a part of your very being!"

It would have been easy to awaken her Phantasm by using something like 'Control Amnesia' to bring her subconscious sensations to the surface, but such magic was far beyond what he could theoretically know or what his body could withstand.

However, in this case there was another way.

"Mashu!" Putting his hand on the girl's shoulder, Momonga made her look at him . "Close your eyes."

Obediently, the girl did what she was told.

"Olga!" Turning unexpectedly to the Animusphere standing next to him, Momonga caused her jump on the spot in surprise. "Can you arrange a quiet place for us?"

"I am your commander!" She tried to argue, but the man's gaze immediately shut her up. "Give me a minute."

Just a couple of seconds later, it became unexpectedly quiet.

"Listen to yourself" After these words towards Mashu, Momonga sighed. Looks like he had no choice. Slowly, he reached for his connection with Mashu, clamped a little earlier. "Your Phantasm is inside you, you just need to let it embody in this reality."

With reluctance, Momonga slowly eased the restriction from his connection, allowing an uncontrolled flow of mana to rush into Mashu. forcing her to grab her neck as if someone was choking her.

"Listen, it is inside of you..." Sighing, Momonga additionally concentrated on the link's strength, concentrated on the current of mana and further strengthened its flow, forcing Mashu to take a reflexive breath. "Just feel the Phantasm inside you!"

The idea was simple, Phantasms are an integral part of any Servant. the embodiment of their legend. It always slumbers inside of them but is also always ready for release. In other words, with the exception of special cases, the servant is almost always instinctively able to apply their Phantasm.

And at the same time, Phantasms are the most powerful trump card in the hands of any Servant.

Phantasms are the most powerful technique of the hero and therefore the most exhausting. In other words,a Noble Phantasm is the main consumer of mana in the body of the spirit.

And now Momonga is continuing to pump up Mashu with mana in excess what she could control, counting on this fact.

The body of Mashu was not able to keep all of Momonga's mana, but she had a way to get rid of the excess mana. A method instinctively accessible to Mashu herself. Activate the Phantasm.

In other words, Momonga continued to pump the girl's body with mana, knowing that she was not able to withstand it, hoping that she would activate her Phantasm... Or her body would begin to collapse under the influence of Momon's power.

"What are you doing?!" Although Animusphere could not understand all the subtleties of Momonga's plan, she still could determine that with each passing second Mashu, on whose shoulder the man's arm was resting, was suffering.

However, Momonga only continued to ignore Olga's attempts to reach him. "Feel it, inside yourself..."

Unable to withstand the pressure from the excessive mana, Mashu fell to her knees. Sweat was flowing over her flushed face, but she still did not open her eyes, continuing to blindly trust her senpai.

"Let her go, you idiot!" Animusphere wanted to get into contact with Momonga but fortunately for herself, at the second when she had already touched the gman, which at best would have burned half of her circuits with excessive concentration of mana, the shield that had arisen under her arm stopped her movement.

"What?..." Was the only reaction of the girl, before a translucent silhouette, in an instant filled with force, a splash of energy forced the chief to fly off a couple of meters.

"S-senpai" It was hard to talk for Mashu but opening her eyes. She nevertheless tried to smile at Momonga, who removed his hand. "I did it!"

"This is good." Momon himself could not refrain from smiling back at her.

"Hey!" Just rising from her seat, Animusphere glanced angrily at the people in front of her. "There is a battle still going on!"

"Senpai!" Replacing the exclamation with an appeal to Momonga, Mashu looked at the man with a question and panic.

"Is your Phantasm suitable for battle?" However Momon asked an important question first after which having achieved an affirmative answer he nodded. "Then go."

Nodding confidently to him, Mashu instantly charged from her position.

Sensing a wrongness at that moment, Momonga ran his hand over his chest, only to find a huge hole at the bottom of which the most ordinary of ribs rested.

"This body can't withstand not only magic but also the transfer of mana..." Momonga sighed as he ran a hand through the manifested ribs. "It seems that I will not be able to hide this for long..."

Caster was surprisingly strong. Despite the fact that he had to fight against two Servants at once he managed without much loss to avoid their attacks. Continuing to fire at them with fire projectiles, preventing them from committing into a full-fledged attack. But at the same time he just continued to dodge away from the blows time after time, without the possibility to do anything more. Mashu's intervention played a key role.

Although in fact, Mashu, most likely, did not even need to use her Phantasm. One clear blow, caught by the Lancer, provided a small respite for the Caster, who instantly focused on the Rider and almost immediately a sparkling beam sent the girl flying.

"Fire Beam" Momonga also said to himself,"A fifth rank magic".

Mashu, though, was not able to secure success so easily. Despite the fact that her first blow was struck cleanly on a distracted Lancer he had already managed to react to the second blow and dodged the hulking shield, preparing his spear to pierce the girl through. However Mashu had her trump card up her sleeve.

"Unknown Phantasm!" Without knowing the name of her Noble Phantasm Mashu could not use even by one-tenth of its power and yet she could still use it at least. Unlike those left without Masters. Therefore, when the spear of the unknown Lancer slammed into the shield that appeared in front of him the Servant's attack stopped. After which the power of Phantasm threw him away, forcing him to crash into a wall.

"Unfortunately,the Noble Phantasm itself is not good for anything yet." Momonga stated with regret as he watched the slightly cracked manifestation of the shield disappear. No, he, of course, did not count on the protection to be on the same level as the Walls of Jericho, but the shield received a crack from a simple strike of Lancer. It will be a miracle if it can withstand the magic of at least sixth or seventh tier.

"You're not half bad, girl!" Despite, however, the thoughts of Momon himself, the voice of the victorious Caster praised Mashu for her Phantasm. "But this servant must be beaten with something stronger!"

The words attracted the attention of Momon as he stopped on the spot. The Caster waved his staff, which looked like a hockey stick, and looked at the Lancer rising from the pierced wall.

"I was taught the runes by Scathach herself!" Shouting it like a battle cry and threateningly shaking his stick, Caster hit the staff on the ground, after which the location of Lancer exploded with a bright flash of red color.

"Oh, Explosion, rank number six." Momonga shook his head respectfully.

Unfortunately, this proved to be too much for Lancer. Without the Master's magical link, the already half-dispersed Servant could not resist the Caster's magic and was dispelled instantly.

"Hm" sighing, Caster shook his head. "There are no more opponents for me."

Mashu, slightly shuddering, fell to the ground almost instantly, as soon as the adrenaline of the first significant battle in her life began to recede.

However Momonga was there to catch the girl who had released her monstrous shield from her hands.

"S-senpai." Turning to the man, Kyrielight sighed intermittently, then closed her eyes. "I won, senpai!".

"Well done, Mashu" He could not help but praise her, then he gently lifted her up and put her on her feet. "However, it's not safe to rest here. Come on, we need to at least return to the camp."

"O-of course, senpai!" Reacting to this and only now realizing that she continued to drown in the hands of the guy, Mashu instantly jumped, and then began to look around, desperately trying to hide her brightly glowing blush behind a diligent search for any enemy around them. "There is no danger, so we have to hurry!"

"Hey, kid!" However, before leaving, a voice called out to all three of them. "Who are you and what the hell are you doing here?"

"Caster." Momonga said loudly, after which, glancing at the tired Mashu and Animusphere, he doubted the possibilities to conduct a dialogue, he sighed. He was silent for quite a long time.

"Caster, we did not know we would find a potential ally in this city."

"Do not take it personally, kid" If it were not for the automatic suppression of the emotions of the true personality of Momonga, such a response would surely hurt or offend him. Considering that the man opposite him looked not older than twenty years, but at the moment Momonga was not worried by such trifles. "I just wouldn't like to see the death of two beautiful girls."

"Hey, you!" Nodding towards Mashu, the Caster frowned - "You're a Servant, right? What class are you?"

Not sure if she should answer, Kyrielight looked at Momonga.

"Don't answer." The man cut off Casters thought and then looked at him carefully. "Why did you not answer? Where did you come from?"

Sensing something in Momon's voice, Mashu grabbed her shield.

"Guh, calm down, I didn't come for your heads." However, Caster replied, seemingly not at all concerned with the situation. "I came here because I felt a monstrous source of mana... Which, by the way, disappeared..."

After that, Caster looked at Momonga with interest, but, having come to a conclusion in his head he rejected it and shook his head.

'It will be necessary to wear a ring with protection against scanning.' In Yggdrasil Momonga constantly wore a similar ring but at the moment it remains in the body of his real personality 'Otherwise everyone will continue to come at me like flies to honey...'.

"What are you doing here?" Caster glanced at the trio, after which, having come to some conclusion again, glanced at Momonga, apparently, considering him the leader.

With a sigh, Momon prepared to speak...

Strength: D++

Strength is the simplest and most understandable of all the characteristics of a Servant, Strength represents his physical strength - the strength of his muscles, the strength of his blows, the strength of his weapon. At the same time,a low rank in strength does not mean that a servant will be weak - even the weakest of Servants can easily compensate for it with skills, armaments or speed, while even the owner of the most phenomenal rank of strength will easily lose in a battle if he cannot land a single blow. In addition, even the strength of rank E is comparable to the strength of the most famous of Olympic champions, which puts even the physically weakest Servants, who during their lifetime were probably not capable of simple exercises, on a level with the best fighters of humanity physically.

The rank ++ is the designation of the fact that this characteristic, despite the fact that under normal conditions it only have a certain rank, in most cases it exceeds the strength of other servants of comparable strength and is comparable to the power of a higher rank.

Rank D - Indicates that during his life the Servant was not known for his physical strength, but also not for weakness. Most likely, he simply concentrated on something else, so that the people's memory did not note his merits in this field. At this same time, a Servant can easily throw up cars, crush his way through stone walls and fence with a lamppost.