Here's the chapter.

I bet you didn't expect it so early, especially since on my other story I said that there likely wouldn't be any updates for this and the previous week. Well guess what I had some time to write during the Easter.

There won't be any update for SFFN this week though, sorry.

I won't be doing the direct replies to the reviews in this story since I think it would be missing the point of giving it a mystery tag if I did so. (Even if most of you could probably guess a good part of it based solely on the story of Fate series) I still read all of the reviews though so don't worry.

Soft footsteps echoed through the Fuyuki Central Park as Lyserg Diethel carefully walked around the huge crater that was the result of the glowing projectile exploding there the previous day.

Ground was misplaced, the trees were shattered, and the park was closed for the entire morning due to the danger that could still be present. It wasn't hard to guess that the park had likely seen better days before.

Curiously, there weren't any confirmed deaths from the explosions. If there were casualties then their bodies disappeared and their souls evaporated. Normally the lack of any new spirits nearby would have been enough for Lyserg to confirm that nobody had died but with someone capable of devouring spirits running around he couldn't be quite so sure yet.

The amalgamations of spirits he had seen earlier were still here so there was a likely possibility that there truly weren't any deaths however. If someone were to target people with the sole purpose of eating their souls then it wouldn't make any sense to leave all of the spirits present here and not eat them as well.

Lyserg clicked his tongue in annoyance as he briefly scanned the poor disfigured spirits around him with his eyes.

Unfortunately none of them appeared to be in a state capable of speech to answer some of his questions. It would have greatly sped up his investigation if that was the case.

The footsteps echoed some more as Lyserg moved to a different location to inspect the area outside the crater. The projectile, fast and destructive as it was, probably hadn't been fired without a reason and the state of the park beside the crater might give him some answers.

Broken trees lied on the ground and grazed rocks stood in places they hadn't before yet all of them were close enough to the crater that they were still in the blast radius of the glowing projectile from yesterday.

It wasn't until he ventured further into the park that Lyserg started noticing signs that some other event beside the explosion took place here. Whether it was an unnaturally broken branch here or a shallow hole in the ground there, it was clear that something had happened.

His mind brought up the idea of a battle between shamans taking place here at night as the damages to the environment looked eerily similar to how the areas often looked after his and his friends' shaman fights back in the day.

That idea was quickly put to the back of his head however as he sincerely doubted that any shaman would be willing to have a fight in a place as filled with crippled spirits as this one was. It would have been like fighting in the middle of a full hospital.

No person was numb enough to do that.

Lyserg abruptly stopped in place for a moment as he noticed Morphine pointing towards something. With a small turn of his head he saw that it was a damaged tree with a red tint coloring one of its branches.

Upon coming closer and inspecting it more thoroughly, Lyserg saw that the branches with red tint on them were the ones closest to the tree trunk. And with another look he realized that the damage to the tree was only on one side while leaving the other ones completely fine.

Whatever attack caused that damage must have only barely scraped the tree after hurting the target. There weren't any unusual displacements of the dirt and leaves around the tree so the strike had to be done with a projectile or other long range type of attack.

Something like the wire from his pendulum Over Soul should have been able to leave similar effects on the terrain. Though, his Over Soul would never leave such a wide splash of blood after hitting, it was too precise for that.

The blood wasn't especially old either, while it clearly had dried off already leaving only an almost unnoticeable change in the wood's color, it was still fresh enough for him to be able to see the difference. It couldn't have been more than ten hours since that happened.

Lyserg moved one of his hands to his chin while in thought. It was obvious that whatever fight happened here was the reason behind the explosion that happened. What perplexed him however was the connection between those two, he remembered seeing the glowing projectile flying from completely opposite direction.

It wouldn't make any sense for one of the attacks in a fight to come from so far away.

Was that an attempt at finishing off two fighters from the distance in the middle of their battle?

The explosion could have also been an assistance from the third party to one of the warriors in order to defeat the other if the scale of the fight was big enough to warrant such powerful measures.

Why would they fight in the first place though? It couldn't have been because of the Shaman Fight since it ended years ago. Was there another secret tournament happening every couple of decades that he didn't know about?

He would have to check the reports in the last couple hundreds of years to be able to confirm or deny it. Or somehow find a spirit from the precise period of time when the last time similar thing were happening, with the spirits in the central park looking like they did he honestly doubted that would be any quicker or easier.

Everything would have been so much easier if Hao had told something more about this place besides claiming that he had to solve it. If he considered it so important that he was giving direct orders to others to do it then he should have at least given him some info about the issue!

Lyserg grumbled something under his nose in annoyance while massaging his forehead. He was paid way too little for all the work he was doing.

Morphine patted his head with a wry smile comfortingly. His little guardian spirit was as exasperated from their current job as he was and she couldn't even talk to complain about it.

A tired sigh escaped Lyserg once again as he took another look at all the disfigured spirits around him. They shouldn't be forbidden from receiving salvation and rejoining with the Great Spirit.

He reached into one of his pockets for his phone. It wasn't anything impressive and anyone with a little money could buy dozens of better ones than he had but it did allow him to contact his friends when he needed their help.

While he wasn't versed with sending the hurt spirits into the afterlife and was too busy to waste time on that, Lyserg knew a person who would be more than capable enough to take care of all those poor spirits.

It was a pity that he would have to ask for their help to do that.

He really wasn't a fan of asking for any favors from her.

With a resigned movement Lyserg slowly selected a certain number from the list on his phone and brought it next to his ear. His lips rose a little as he tried to make sure that he wouldn't sound too displeased during the conversation.

After the first couple of rings were unanswered, he started quietly hoping that she wouldn't pick up. Unfortunately for him, after the sixth or so ring a bit muffled 'hello' echoed from his phone.

"Hey, Anna..."

...

A couple hours later...

...

It was astounding how many deaths had been blamed on unexplained gas leaks in the history of this city. In the last seventy years alone there were enough of them to fill up an entire database of different deaths other cities would have in a span of hundreds of years.

All of that wasn't even taking into account anything that happened prior to the last seventy years as the city for some reason didn't store any record before that. It wasn't only death and crime records that couldn't be found from before that time but any other document Lyserg looked at had its date written to at most seventy six years ago.

If there was a single date upon which all of the recording was cut off then he would have suspected some sabotage or fault in the preservation method but the lack of documentation was more gradual, almost as if Fuyuki didn't bother with thorough record keeping when it was younger.

Lyserg took a sip out of his coffee before putting one document aside and starting to look at another. He was currently in a small cafe somewhere in the less busy part of Fuyuki, meticulously looking through all the documents he had the access to and trying to find a pattern in any suspicious deaths that happened throughout the history of the city.

There was something that could be said about him bringing potentially important documents to a public place and drinking coffee over them but they were only copies and after having to talk with Anna Asakura he wouldn't be able to endure sitting in his apartment while looking at the nothing but paperwork for an hour straight.

Humans just weren't built for such damning tasks.

Lyserg groaned a little and tiredly leaned back from the documents as he thought of his conversation with Anna. It went relatively well, she certainly agreed to help and even promised him to arrive as quickly as she could, under the condition that he would owe her a favor of course.

He didn't want to think what favor it would be at the moment. Knowing Anna it would probably be something that's somehow both unimportant in the grand scheme of thing and impossibly difficult to accomplish.

Making an advertisement for Funbari Onsen that's good enough to bring at least a thousand new customers would be a good example.

Who was he kidding? Of course, the favor was going to be something like that.

Lyserg groaned once again. How could a person like Yoh live with such a demanding woman? It was one of the few things in this weird world that he probably would never be able to solve.

"Is everything alright, sir?" A timid voice called out to him from behind in slight concern.

Following the natural human instinct upon hearing someone talking to them, Lyserg slowly turned around to see who was the person that called out to him.

Behind him stood a young teenage girl with unusually purple hair. She looked clearly older than Illya had but still not old enough to be a full adult, if he were to guess her age then he would say it was something between fifteen and seventeen though with how frail she looked it could be eighteen as well.

The aspect of her that brought his attention the most however, were two incredibly thin lines made out of spiritual-like energy emanating out of her. Lyserg subtly followed the lines with his eyes to see to what they were connected but unlike with Illya was connected to a giant spirit near her, he couldn't see a thing that those lines could be connected to.

"Uhm." The purple haired girl shrank a little under his gaze making Lyserg sigh one more time.

Here he was scaring a young girl concerned for his safety with his gaze alone. What sort of a terrible detective he had become to be unknowingly doing things like those? Making her afraid of him wasn't going to help him with the investigation either.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Just a bit tired from all the work my boss piled on me." Lyserg rubbed his eyes a little and showed some of the documents he had been looking through to punctuate his point. "Were my tired groans too loud?"

"No, I just so happen to walk right behind you and overheard you. I'm sure that none of the other guests in the caffé mind at all." The timid girl said quickly with a bit of panic in her voice.

Using the short time the girl was distracted with her answer, Lyserg subtly studied the young purple haired girl with a frown. In their short interaction she had already shown a few signs of being a victim of abuse and if it was all there was to her then he would have simply reassured her, maybe helped her a little with something, and moved on, he couldn't help every person in Fuyuki when he had an important task here.

Unfortunately, as he had quite quickly learned upon arriving in this mysterious city, there was always something more happening than whatever he could see.

"Calm down a little, girl." Lyserg sighed. "My name's Lyserg Diethel. I'm a detective who's currently responsible for solving a couple of confusing cases in this city. Would you mind sitting down and answering some of my questions for a bit? I will even offer you a coffee, that's a high time I took a break from all the paperwork anyway."

The girl looked a bit flustered at his request. It was clear to see that she either didn't have the time to talk with him or simply didn't want to. Considering that he was a stranger to her, he couldn't really blame her for not being willing to help him.

A small shiver ran down Lyserg's spine as he felt a slight blood lust or a killing intent being directed at him when the girl started to feel uncomfortable.

Instincts intermediately kicked in and the green haired shaman quickly scanned the area around them with his sight alone. He didn't use his pendulum or move his body to search more thoroughly because he didn't want to give up any information to the potential enemy.

Luckily he managed to find the origin of that killing intent without much issues as a clearly antagonistic ghost of a man in a blue hoodie was glaring at him from afar with so much anger and contempt that it could frighten any ordinary person.

"Of course, you don't have to if you don't want to." Lyserg said to the purple haired girl after making a guess that the ghost was angry because of her. "I can't nor want to force you into anything if you don't have the time or don't want to do it."

After his reassurance, Lyserg could see the girl calming down a little and the angry spirit becoming a bit less hostile. It looked like his guess was the correct one. It left him wondering what the relation was between the girl and the spirit however.

Was that ghost in a hoodie her dead family member?

Did the ghost know what the deal was with the two lines of spiritual energy coming out of the purple haired girl?

Lyserg made a slight move with his hand and gave a sign for Morphine to fly up to the protective ghost and ask him for a talk. If he could get any information about those weird spiritual lines then his investigation would move forward by a lot.

"In that case, I will take my leave. I'm in a hurry to meet someone." The purple haired girl said with a bow. In Lyserg's opinion bowing like that was a bit much for a simple reassurance and permission to leave but he knew it was simply a cultural difference. "Good luck with your case, mister."

With the knowledge that he wouldn't be mad at her leaving, the timid girl rather quickly left. Lyserg raised one of his eyebrows at the speed at which the girl was moving, it looked like she really was just in a hurry.

It was a pity he couldn't talk with her for longer. Maybe if he did, he would have been able to figure out what was the deal with those lines of spiritual energy. At least he would have a chance to learn something from the spirit who appeared to be protecting her.

A soft sigh escaped Lyserg as he looked further and saw the said protective spirit being literally dragged towards him by Morphine. The annoyed look on the deceased man didn't forebode a fruitful conversation.

"Oi! Stop doing that, you annoying pixie!" Shouts of complaints hearable only to the people capable of interacting with ghosts and spirits echoed through the alley as a small pink fairy pulled the spirit towards Lyserg. "I have to go back and follow Sakura to make sure she's safe."

So the timid girl's name was Sakura. Lyserg made sure to remember the name since it was quite likely that he would have to investigate the girl later, if only to find out if she was truly involved with whatever was going on.

"Don't worry, unless she's a shaman and really hates your guts for some reason, Sakura won't run away from you." Lyserg said with a small smile, making sure that his words were loud enough for the spirit to hear and not loud enough to gather attention from other people at the cafe.

"She probably won't, but she will likely go to that red haired boy again. It wouldn't have been an issue at all if that idiot wasn't a master as well." The ghost grumbled in response before snapping his head directly at Lyserg and widening his eyes in shock.

"You can see me?!"

Lyserg winced a little at the volume of the man's question. It was why he rarely enjoyed asking for help from younger and foreign spirits, more often than not they had no idea that shamans like him existed.

There's only so many times he could explain what a shaman was before starting to get annoyed every time he met a new spirit who wasn't aware of the duty of shamans. Hopefully he wouldn't need to explain everything to the shocked spirit this time.

"Yes. I'm a shaman. There are many others like me. Can we please get to the rest of the conversation? I don't want to waste too much of your time." Lyserg answered briefly, already giving answers to all the other questions that were often asked by spirits who spoke to shamans for the first time.

Was it really so uncommon to meet a shaman nowadays?

The answer was obviously a 'yes'. Hao likely wouldn't have gone on his centuries long quest to eliminate every human that wasn't a shaman if shamans were commonplace but there should still be some spiritually aware people in a large city like Fuyuki.

"Ah, uhm." The ghost stuttered for a bit before shifting a little and adjusting himself to have a proper conversation with Lyserg. "Well then, what do you want to know from me? Keep the questioning brief if you could, I have to quickly get back to protecting Sakura before she wanders somewhere and I become unable to find her."

Lyserg couldn't help but frown a little at the almost obsessive relation the ghost in a hoodie seemed to have with the purple haired girl. Sure, it could have been amplified by the fact that the man was dead and couldn't really interact with the timid girl but very rarely such obsessions didn't have its roots sometime during the ghost's life.

The chance that the spirit wasn't such a good person while alive was quite high.

"We could start by you telling me why Sakura has to be protected in the first place. Does it have something to do with those two strings of spiritual energy that appeared to be emanating out of her? " Lyserg asked with a serious tone.

Even if he didn't have much time to learn about the man in the hoodie, he could still get some information about what's going on here from him.

"Sakura needs to be protected because she's unfortunately a member of the Matou family and I would rather die again than believe that nobody would target her during the War because of that." The man scoffed.

Well, it gave disappointingly little information about what's actually going on. Nothing for the weird spiritual lines nor for the amalgamations of spirits present at the central park, let alone anything about the recent disappearances in Fuyuki.

There was however a mention of something that could be a lead.

"And what war would endanger Sakura in a peaceful country like Japan?" Lyserg asked curiously while leaning a bit forward. Anything called a war was never a good thing for him and all his friends tasked with making the world a better place by Hao.

"Y-You don't know about the Holy Grail War?" The man asked with genuine shock, while looking at the green haired detective with his eyes wide open.

"Holy Grail War?" Lyserg murmured to himself, trying to find anything that could be referred to as that in his memory.

Sadly, he couldn't think of anything. The only thing that those words reminded him of was an old legend about the king Arthur and his quest for the Holy Grail but he couldn't think of a way it could be connected to all the unexplained deaths across the Fuyuki.

"I can't believe that you are asking me questions about what's happening without even knowing the very basics even I was aware of, back a decade ago." The ghost said more to himself than to Lyserg with a shake of his head.

"You can just tell me about this 'Holy Grail War', you know?" Lyserg raised his eyebrow.

It would have greatly helped his investigation, especially since Hao wasn't willing to tell him anything at all. He really had to wonder why he had accepted that task in the first place.

Probably because it was difficult to deny anything from a god but he digressed. If the ghost would at least give him a direction to start looking at, it would have been more than enough for him to start working on the case.

"No time. Sakura's already over a kilometre away and if I were to explain everything to you we would be here until evening." The man said gruffly. "If you really want to know, go ask the church representative. They are supposed to be the overseer of the whole thing."

After saying that, the man in a hoodie turned away and floated off in the direction they saw Sakura leave earlier. He didn't even bother with saying 'goodbye' or turning around after leaving the area around the cafe.

"Rude." Lyserg said to himself quietly, although he didn't hold much malice for the obsessive ghost. Whatever his deal was with that timid girl was of no importance to him and unless he would have to investigate the girl again for his case he doubted he would see them again.

Instead of contemplating it any longer, Lyserg turned towards the area he knew the closest church would be at. It looked like he had found a good place to investigate thanks to that conversation.

Lyserg took a small sip of his coffee and went back to looking through the documents. Visiting the church would have to wait until evening however as he still had some work to do.

...

In the evening...

...

Cold wind blew, slowly swaying the branches of all the trees near the Fuyuki Church. The first stars already began to appear in the sky as the darkness of the night took over the mysterious city of Fuyuki.

At this point of the day most people were either already at home or tiredly coming back from a long day at work making the city streets full of cars passing by yet almost empty of people walking around.

It was uncanny how much of a difference it was compared to the city during the middle of the day.

Lyserg shuddered a little as he slowly walked on the deserted road towards the Fuyuki Church. It could have been his body's natural reaction to the cold weather that he certainly didn't prepare himself for but he also felt that this place was giving him the creeps.

There was just something incredibly off about the church he was walking towards. He wasn't close or familiar enough with the place to tell exactly what was wrong about it but even from afar he could see that something wasn't right.

The entrance of the church and the area around it were swarmed with countless spirits moving about. While it might have looked horrifying and unnatural for less experienced shamans, Lyserg knew full well that in cities as large as Fuyuki it was anything but unusual to see any religious object being surrounded by crowds of ghosts and spirits.

It was just how humans were after dying, always looking for a way to achieve salvation either through friends and family or their religion and beliefs. He couldn't tell how many times he had seen something similar to that scene back in England.

There was however something about all the spirits present here that differentiated this place from any other religious site he visited and the closer he came to it the easier it was for the green haired dowser to see what it was.

All of the spirits in front of the Fuyuki Church were small. Not like young children who gathered around here because the place was famous for helping the young and hungry small but malnourished and clearly undeveloped abandoned orphans small.

It was a sickening sight.

Lyserg honestly couldn't decide if the little ghosts before him had it worse or if it was those amalgamations he saw back in the Fuyuki Central Park had.

The spirits back in the park were clearly disfigured by some supernatural force that either affected them only after they died or at worst was the cause of the death but the ghosts before him appeared to be abused and maybe even tortured back when they were alive.

Either way he would have to ask Anna to help him with granting those young ghosts in the church some peace as well. It was the least he could do after getting the help from the priest inside.

"Hn?" Morphine tilted her head at him a little in concern. Throughout the years she had seen just as many if not more sorrowful scenes like that like he did, it wasn't the time for him to be emotional over it when the investigation had only just begun.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Lyserg reassured his guardian spirit with a smile. "Let's go enter the church to finally learn something about what's going on. Maybe we might even ask the priest there if he knows anything about those poor spirits flocking to his church."

Or if he's the one who's responsible. A pessimistic thought flew through his mind but he quickly threw it aside. He couldn't jump to any conclusions and it's very likely that all those spirits here went specifically to church because they thought of it as a safe place.

If it were the people in the church who were responsible however than Yoh would have to excuse him for not following his idea of every person being good inside because he refused to believe that person who did all of that and stayed in the same place would have any good left in them.

The building itself was nothing too remarkable as the only thing that stood out in it compared to every more impressive church he saw back in England was the fact that it was situated on a hill making it seem a bit more grandiose than it actually was.

There was a rather pretty garden around it and the church wasn't too shabby but it was easy to see that it likely didn't receive many guests on a regular basis. It didn't look like it could house that many people in the first place.

With a weary step, Lyserg slowly moved past all the young spirits and walked towards the entrance of the building. The entire time on of his hands was on the antique gun that held the Archangel he got from X-Laws, Zelel.

If there was even the smallest chance that all those dead orphans were victims of someone in the church he wouldn't dare to go inside without being prepared for a fight.

Though with him using one of his stronger guardian spirits he wasn't sure that it would have been considered a fight at all in the first place. Few people who weren't powerful shamans could face someone with an Archangel at his disposal.

Lyserg squinted a little as the light from inside the church hit his eyes. Despite there not being any masses left to do this day and it being way past the time most priests would have kept vigil in a church the candles illuminating the entire building still burned steadily.

The inside of the building was about as unremarkable as the outside was with there being hardly any grandiose paintings or sculptures Lyserg could often find in the bigger churches in England.

Truly, the only thing that made it stand out were the crowds of unfortunate spirits wandering almost aimlessly in the small hall that was just before his eyes.

If Lyserg didn't notice a peculiar point towards which all of the spirits appeared to be moving then he would have thought that it was going to be another dead end in his investigation. Luckily, or maybe unluckily depending on what was about to happen, it seemed that he wasn't the only living human present in the church at the moment.

"Good evening." Lyserg said with a forced politeness while slowly moving towards the point all of the spirits moved to.

His hand never left the antique gun on his belt as the fact that the ghosts seemed to be attracted by the other person in the church quite strongly reinforced his worry that the one responsible for the deaths of all those young spirits was someone from this church.

A few long seconds passed in silence after his greeting and only after Lyserg finally got a good look at the other person in the building did that individual react in any way.

A creaking sound of wood echoed through the building as a brown haired man wearing a dark cassock and a golden cross on his neck lazily stood up from the wooden bench he was sitting at.

"Good evening, good sir. How may I help you?"

For anyone incapable of seeing ghosts and spirits the man would have looked like any other kind priest willing to help a stranger visiting the church but for someone like Lyserg there was little to no doubt that the brown haired man differed greatly from how he appeared.

Any time the priest did any move, all of the countless ghosts in the church moved as well. Some of them floated towards the priest with an anger that could only be directed towards the person who killed them, others dashed back in fear of the man even after being in a state that couldn't possibly become any worse.

The only resident of this church wasn't a priest. It was a murderer.

Lyserg did his best to hide his frown and not immediately rush at the priest with his Over Souls active. He still needed to get some information from the murderous priest and he had no idea about the priest's strength.

The last thing he wanted was to get killed by that murderer because of being too careless.

"Hm." Lyserg hummed a little to give himself more time to assess the building and every spirit present in it. Either of them could prove to be invaluable to him the moment a fight were to break out.

Unsurprisingly there were little to no places in the building he could use to his advantage, the church wasn't built to be fought in it after all. Some windows to the garden here or wooden benches he could hide behind there. In the end even if there was something that could help in a fight the priest likely would have known about it more than him.

There was however a single spirit among all the ghosts of malnourished orphans that caught his attention almost instantly. It was a ghost of a young woman with short dark pink hair who was wearing a suit.

The thing about her that stood out the most, aside from the obvious age difference of course, was the fact that she was the only of the spirits here who didn't seem afraid of the priest at all. Every single one of the other ghosts in the building had some reservations and fears directed at the deadly priest, even the ones who constantly charged at him in anger did so with fear in their eyes, but she merely looked at the man with fury and contempt.

It felt less like someone looking at the person who cruelly murdered them and more like someone looking at the person who back stabbed them. While both of those situations made you hate the person who did that, the back stab situation usually generated way more anger than fear in the victim.

Lyserg didn't even have to give Morphine a signal for her to fly out of his pocket and bring the attention of the pink haired woman.

A subtle nod was the only thing he could give to the pink fairy to let her know of his approval without looking suspicious to the priest. He would certainly ask the ghost woman some questions later but now he had to deal with the priest.

"I'm new in the city and came here to ask some questions since I heard that I could look for some answers right here." Lyserg said with a forced smile so fake that he doubted it would work. "Though before that, how about we introduce ourselves? It would certainly make it easier if we at least knew each other's names."

The priest raised one of his eyebrows in curiosity. He looked less like a preacher who wanted to help and more like a predator looking at a new and interesting prey that would be its toy for the next couple of days.

Lyserg made sure not to shiver at the inquisitive sight even if it wasn't necessarily easy.

"Most of the people would have at least given their name while asking for an introduction." The priest shook his head a little and sighed. "I have to assume that you simply forgot about it then. I guess I can't fault you for such a minor mistake."

The priest extended his hand in an almost welcoming way.

"My name's Kotomine Kirei. I hope my answers to your questions will be satisfactory, mister Lyserg."

Lyserg slightly raised one of his eyebrows at that, completely unconcerned with the fact that Kirei just said his name. Knowing his name was hardly anything impressive, while he wasn't some celebrity known by every human on earth, he still was quite famous.

If anything revealing his name seemed to have a bigger effect on the pink haired ghost woman than him as she heard his name she opened her eyes in recognition.

"Looks like there's no point in giving you my name since you already know that." Lyserg said, unconcerned and refusing to accept the handshake with the deadly priest. "Can we get to the questions already? I have a couple of things that I would like you to answer."

"Of course we can. What follower of God would I be if I refused such a simple request from a foreign visitor." Kirei said with a smile that wasn't quite there. "What would be the question that you want to ask me?"

The green haired dowser tensed a little as he thought of the question he was about to ask. He knew that people on the supernatural side of the world tended to be quite secretive and could often kill to preserve the secrecy of their craft but he honestly didn't care for subtlety when it came to people like Kirei.

In fact he would welcome any attempts the murderous priest would make to kill him.

It would give him quite a good reason to get rid of the dangerous man like Kirei and if it truly came to that then he doubted a priest like that would stand any chance against the Spirit of Fire who was burning with as much rage for the deadly man like he did.

With his body firm and ready for battle, Lyserg asked the single thing he was here for.

"How about you start by telling me everything there is to know about the Holy Grail War."

And cut!

Here's the first appearance of the other half of characters featured in the tags and she hasn't said a thing yet.

Don't worry she will get some lines in the next chapter.

See ya later!