Type-Moon, but the Gal Romance System

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It's definitely true, it's very similar to a Noble Phantasm.

If it operates at full power, it is enough to make people within the barrier faint and lose consciousness.

Is the reason for not doing so to avoid revealing their whereabouts, or because of their own bottom line?

Artoria didn't know, but all she could do for now was investigate.

The weakness syndrome didn't cause much panic in Fuyuki City, and the reason was rather dramatic: many citizens actually chose to exercise, but because the absorption was too small, the vitality gained from the exercise offset the loss of energy.

An unexpected incident has sparked a fitness craze in Fuyuki. One wonders what the culprit will think.

Are you two looking for something?

The girl who suddenly appeared took the initiative to start a conversation: "If you don't mind, how about I join you?"

Artoria's ahoge (cowlick) stood on end warily: "Who are you?"

"Lenes Elmero Archizorti. A passing magician who, incidentally, became interested in the city's weakness."

Renis pointed to her eyes: "With my magic eye, the investigation can be much faster if we investigate together."

Artoria looked around, but she couldn't sense the presence of any other Servants.

With me by her side, her safety is guaranteed. As for whether to approve the magician's application, that depends on Mochizuki Oboro's own opinion.

"Then let's act together."

Mochizuki Oboro then cautioned Lenis, "But it's best not to provoke this lion king, or you'll get bitten."

“Awoo.” Artoria read it off emotionlessly.

"Wow, that's fierce," Reines replied dismissively.

As we all know, the best way to get a naughty child to do something is to tell them never to do it.

Throughout the morning's investigation, Renis teased Artoria, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

The consequences of angering the king were also severe: filling the king's stomach.

Looking at her empty wallet, Lennies couldn't help but feel a sense of awe for this British lion king.

……

Renis closed her magic eye and rubbed her eyes wearily.

The person who set up the barrier must have had extraordinary magical skills. Even with her magic eyes that could track magical traces, Reines had to circle around several times before she could pinpoint the approximate location.

"You've worked hard." Mochizuki Oboro handed Lenis a can of hot coffee.

"How inhumane! Do you want me to keep working overtime?" Despite her complaints, Lennies still obediently accepted the coffee.

Artoria reminded her, "It's getting late."

The winter sun sets quickly. It's not even six o'clock yet, and the sky is already tinged with a dark, fading red.

"Continue the pursuit or head back?" Lennies said casually. "I have time tomorrow too."

"Continue, but retreat once we've determined the approximate location," Mochizuki Oboro decided.

The other side of the city.

Ash, holding a magic wand, stood on the rooftop, quietly observing the city below.

Even at close range, no one could sense her presence. As a Caster, Ash could freely use concealment magic, even more advanced than that of an Assassin, to hide her tracks. The only difference was that she had to actively activate it.

"It's so cold." A wild boar broke the austere atmosphere by nudging the scene with its head.

"If you're cold, drink more hot water." Ash tapped his wand. "I brought you out to see the other masters and servants, so stop complaining."

"What Servant would only cast a warming spell on themselves!" Caster glared at him. "You're making sarcastic remarks when you're not even cold yourself!"

"I'm testing your patience."

Ash sighed, "But it seems that's about all it can do."

With that, Ash waved his hand, and a crimson circle immediately enveloped Caster, providing enough heat for someone to stand on the rooftop in winter.

Castor didn't have the courage to stand on the wall like an ash tree; instead, he timidly leaned against the wall and picked up his specially made telescope.

"The pilgrimage assessment officially begins. Question: What is her job class?" Ash instantly switched to examiner mode.

The little pig grunted and squinted its eyes.

Long green hair, cat-like animal ears, and a bow and arrow in hand.

"Archer, Strength D, Endurance E, Dexterity A, Magic B, Luck C, Noble Phantasm C. Only Luck and Dexterity are higher than yours. Shall we grab our wands and charge straight in?"

"You want Caster to fight in melee? Give me your brass knuckles and axe first."

"You're not refusing?"

"Observe carefully."

"I see her! Over there is a big sister in purple! Her figure is a hundred times better than yours... Pfft!"

Caster was knocked down by the stick, landing on his back. Although Ash didn't use much force, it still hurt quite a bit.

"Don't comment on a girl's figure if you're not lovers." Ash snorted. "Besides, I'm much better than you."

Castor rubbed his backside, stood back against the wall, and picked up the binoculars.

"Archer and Rider are clashing. They're both playing it safe, probably testing each other."

"Rider? With your eyes, that's indeed the extent you can see."

Ash directly exposed: "It's Lancer. She can also transform into Saber."

"what?"

After his initial surprise, Castor rubbed his hands together and said to Ash, "Can you transform into something for me to see? Berserker will do."

Ash responded with a sinister tone: "You'll be so angry at your own body that you'll turn into a Berserker if you put on a swimsuit."

Although their bickering never stopped, the two of them didn't neglect their work, intently observing the distance.

……

Atalanta's Master, Alice, was just a little girl. She entered the competition by chance, and by chance, she was summoned.

Alice, paralyzed in bed due to illness, had no particular wish, only that Atalanta spend more time with her. But it was precisely for this reason that Atalanta wanted to make a wish upon the Holy Grail, hoping that her Master would be happy.

Saving everyone is too extravagant. Even a highly concentrated aggregate of magic could never ensure that all children grow up healthy.

Then let the children of this city, especially Master Alice, grow up well.

Even though the current weakness only makes Alice slightly uncomfortable, Atalanta, as a Servant, can keenly sense the aura of a Noble Phantasm.

Now, they're only slightly draining Alice's life force; what if this puts Alice in danger later? Atalanta couldn't bear it, so she wanted to investigate the culprit's true nature.

She was lucky; she quickly discovered the culprit, Rider.

Neither side intends to engage in a deadly battle the next day; their current exchanges are merely probing.

"Is war necessary? I don't think I've sought battle yet." Medusa, wearing an eye patch, deftly dodged the arrows.

"Stop your inexplicable barrier and I'll leave." Atalanta drew her bow again.

“I assure you no one will die from this. The worst consequence might be being unconscious for a few hours,” Medusa said. “As for stopping, that’s impossible.”

“Do you think I’d believe that?” Atalanta scoffed. “This isn’t a trip where you can do whatever you want.”

At the same time, on the other side.

"You really do whatever you want, Satō."

"Let's not talk about who's right. I gave you special permission to have His Highness the Prince replenish your mana, so you have to show some results."

Sajou Aika, completely unlike her obedient self when she was with Mochizuki Oboro, coldly ordered, "Now that we've found Rider's Master, make your move on her."

Due to the negative effects of the triple summoning, Medea had to observe Medusa's existence for proof. This became Atalanta's weakness after she happened to come to her, and Sajō Aika thus pinpointed Medea's location.

Given Medea's backup plan, the magic of concealing one's presence shouldn't have been broken so quickly by Aika Sajou.

But there was one exception.

Kama grasped the bow of love and aimed the arrow at the unsuspecting Medea: "I will deal with her in my own way."

Sajō Aika's face twisted in disgust: "You want to find another philanderer? Stop right there, just eliminate her resistance as a Master!"

Kama selectively deafened and shot a curse called love at Medea.

"My way of being is to pour all my love into him alone, to make him completely degenerate and drown in the abyss of love and lust."

Kama sneered, "Haven't you figured it out yet? Whether it's you, this little girl, or Saber, as long as it corrupts him, I don't care about anything else."

"Heh. You keep saying you want to corrupt the prince, but I've never seen you win even once." Sajō Aika directly exposed his true colors.

Kama, who had been so composed just moments before, suddenly became angry and uttered incomprehensible words. Things like "He's not in form after warming up," "He doesn't follow the rules," and "It's definitely a draw if we go all out," which drew a sneer from Sajō Aika.

……

On top of a tall building.

Thanks to Ash's disguise, none of the three pairs of master and servant within the observation range detected their presence.

"Assassin?!" Caster asked incredulously, "What's going on?"

"That's fake," Ash declared immediately.

The female ninja, her eyes concealed, silently appeared behind Ash: "That's right. I am the Servant who has obtained the Assassin Spirit Origin qualification."

After appearing in the form of Caster, Ash immediately took advantage of the loophole and illegally summoned Assassin as the Master.

That's why she dared to conclude that the real Assassin was on her side.

Chapter 82 Kama: You Must Fall in Love

The battle between the two Servants quickly drew the attention of Mochizuki Oboro and the others. A few minutes later, the three reached the maximum distance from which they could observe Atalanta and Medusa's actions.

The Medusa in the real world this time is different from the one in the initial game simulation; she is more mature in appearance. Atalanta, on the other hand, remains unchanged.

So far, I recognize all the characters who have appeared.

Artoria is a partial exception. In reality, she is the complete opposite of her game counterpart.

Kiyohime was not a stranger—Epsilon had shown Mochizuki Oboro a selfie of their dormitory, so she had a somewhat vague impression of her.

"What's the next step?" Artoria awaited Mochizuki Oboro's instructions.

"Let's observe for now. There's no need to expose ourselves too early."

Mochizuki Oboro then asked Lenis, "What do you think?"

Renis is still down.

Upon hearing Mochizuki Oboro's question, Reines said somewhat stiffly, "Let's see first."

That's completely wrong. How could that purple-haired Servant possibly be Rider?

She's a cavalryman, so what about her follower? A fake one?

Renis barely suppressed the growing doubts in her mind and continued to observe.

At that moment, Reines was unaware of the reactions of the two people around her.

Mochizuki Oboro and Artoria exchanged a glance, conveying their shared guess: Reines was also a participant in the Holy Grail War.

Otherwise, there's no way to explain the reaction just now. He didn't think much of Archer when he saw him, but was extremely surprised after reading Rider's class. There must be some secret.

Mochizuki Oboro and Artoria, Sajō Aika and Kama, Caster and Ash, and if you also count Ash and Chiyome, there are a total of four master-servant pairs watching this test—and two more pairs are fighting each other.

Apart from Erise and Kiyohime, everyone else is present.

Considering the mana consumption, Atalanta was afraid of putting too much burden on her Master Alice, so she mainly focused on probing.

Just as she was preparing to retreat, the situation suddenly changed.

Medusa's figure flickered, her particles scattered and then reassembled, transforming into a young girl with a youthful appearance, who didn't look much older than Atalanta's Master, Alice.

It wasn't just the bystanders who were stunned; Atalanta, who was directly involved, was also frozen in place.

"A changeable ability?" Atalanta questioned.

"..." Medusa did not answer; she knew that something must have gone wrong on her Master's side.

Having returned to her original class, she is no less agile than Atalanta, using the moment when her opponent is stunned to close the distance and swing her scythe.