The Infinite Powerhouse Mixed in the Comics

In a private room facing the window of a high-end restaurant in the city where you can enjoy the sunset, Irisviel, who just arrived today, held a phone with a solemn expression, and reported the latest news to Emiya Kiritsugu who came by another way.

When Irisviel was on the phone, Arturia, who was wearing a black suit and her long blond hair was coiled up like a competent female bodyguard, was sitting at the table, contentedly eating the delicious snacks brought by the waiter.

"What, the director and deacon of the fifth rank." In the opposite hotel room, Emiya Kiritsugu's expression darkened immediately upon hearing this.

As a former magician-killer, he knew better than Tohsaka Tokiomi the horror of the Tribunal of the Holy Church, especially the directors and deacons under the head of the Tribunal, all of whom were strong, inhuman existences.

Emiya Kiritsugu said in a deep voice, "What else was said over there?"

"In the information carried in the magic, it is said that the director stated that he came to supervise the Holy Grail ceremony in accordance with the ancient regulations. As long as no one violates the rules, he will not intervene. He is just a witness to supervise."

"Oh, and also, he also said that he would wait in the church until dark, and wanted to meet and get acquainted with us masters." Irisviel said in detail about the information he would receive.

"Meet us." Opposite Emiya Kiritsugu sighed slightly.

"Yes, do you want me to go?" Irisviel asked.

"I can't go." Emiya Kiritsugu said decisively.

"Ah? Why." Irisviel was a little puzzled.

From Kiritsugu's tone, she sensed his fear of the director, but since she was so afraid, she would meet in the past and get acquainted, not to mention how familiar they are, but it would not offend the other party.

And if you don't go, what if the other party thinks that they don't give face and feel dissatisfied, what if they favor others a little in the war?

Irisviel would definitely not have this kind of thinking in the past, but since she wanted to help Emiya Kiritsugu win the war, she has been studying hard, so she still understands this most basic principle of life.

"Although you will definitely not encounter danger this time, no one will dare to attack and test you when you go back, because no one wants to offend this mysterious director before the war begins."

"But the other party is very strong. If you can see through at a glance that you are not the master of Saber, there is a risk of exposure to our secret plan. It is not worth it."

"And since the other party said that as long as we abide by the rules of war, we will not take action, then the pride of the other party must mean what we say, so even if we don't go, there will be no disadvantage." Emiya Kiritsugu calmly analyzed.

"Is that so? It's up to Kiritsugu."

After the two of them talked about some things to pay attention to, Irisviel hung up the phone reluctantly, and looked at Artoria who was opposite: "Saber, Kiritsugu said we don't have to go there."

"Oh." Artoria nodded indifferently, and continued eating.

Similar conversations were taking place in several other parts of the city at the same time.

Squeak!

The door of the church was slowly pushed open, and Tohsaka Tokiomi, who was neatly dressed in a red suit and full of elegance and calmness, walked in slowly.

Looking at the background of Jiang Jing who was sitting in the first row of the church with his back to him, who was busy with something with his head down, Tohsaka Tokoto said loudly while walking.

"The fifth generation head of the Tohsaka family, Tohsaka Shichen has met Assistant Director Jing, welcome to witness the ancient ceremony that has lasted for hundreds of years." Just as he finished speaking, Tohsaka Shichen also walked to the first row.

There are only a few candles flickering in the dim church, which are reflected on the side face of Jiang Jing who is leaning on the chair and bowing his head slightly. The first image he brings to Tohsaka Tokiomi is young, mysterious, and impenetrable.

Jiang Jing put down the small wooden sword that had been carved in his hand, looked up at Tosaka Tokiomi, nodded with an amiable expression, and said with a light smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you as the head of the Tosaka family. I've heard of you for a long time, please sit down."

Jiang Jing's look and tone relieved Tosaka Tokiomi, who had been somewhat wary, especially the sentence that Tosaka had admired his name for a long time, and Tosaka Tokiomi mistakenly thought that Jiang Jing recognized their family's magic achievements and status.

He didn't know that Jiang Jing's phrase of admiring his name for a long time meant that everything admiring him for a long time was Shi Chen's fault.

Immediately, Tohsaka Tokiomi also showed a calm smile on his face: "Where, the director has praised you." Saying that, Tohsaka Tokiomi sat on the other row.

"It doesn't count as an award." Jiang Jing shook his head slightly and said with a light smile.

"After all, among the seven masters of the Holy Grail War that unfolded around Fuyuki City, you are the only patriarch Tosaka who dares to come to see me. From this point of view, you have surpassed others."

"Jie Jie Jie Jie... Mr. Director is wrong to say that. Although the old man is old and frail, my Jiantong family has not fallen to the point where I dare not show my face."

At the wide open door of the church, a bald, mummified and thin old man with a hunchback and a short stature appeared with a cane. When he looked into the church, a glint of light flashed in his cloudy eyes with sunken eye sockets.

"The Patriarch of this generation of the Matou family, Matou Zouyan, has met Director Jing, Mr. Deacon, and the Patriarch Tohsaka has not seen for a long time."

"Patriarch Matou, long time no see." Tosaka Tokiomi stood up, bowed slightly and gave an elegant salute.

As for Jiang Jing, the figure sitting on the chair didn't move, just nodded slightly to him, and no one could see what he was thinking in his plain eyes.

Moo! !At this moment, there was a thunderous bull cry in the sky.

"Hahahaha... There is no place in this world that this king dare not come to." The thunder light came and went, and a chariot pulled by a war ox landed in front of the church with a bang in the flashing light.

"Rider, slow down, what are we doing here?" In the car, the green-haired handsome young man with fear of heights, Weber, was holding the burly Iskandar's waist tightly and shouted in panic.

"Of course I came to see the fun. Didn't you say that this new position is a strong supervisor of directors and deacons?"

Iskandar smiled boldly, lifted the thin green-haired young man's neck with one hand, retracted the chariot with a thought, and immediately the two of them landed outside the church gate.

"My lord and my lord, oh, boy, what's your name?"

The burly King of Conquerors strode into the church, exuding a wild and domineering aura, but when he was about to introduce his master, he suddenly got stuck, and couldn't help but look down at the master in his hand.

"Put me down, Rider, and my name is Weber, how many times have you told me?"

Weber Velvet, who was being held by his neck with one hand, was very angry, but his tone of voice and his delicate, childish face did not have any momentum at all, instead giving off a feminine and weak feeling.

After being put down, Weber Velvet adjusted his clothes, made himself look a little more serious, and said, "Cough...Hi everyone, I'm Webb Velvet...that...Mr. Director and Deacon, hello."

Facing Tohsaka Tokiomi's stern gaze, and Matou Zouken's gloomy gaze while leaning on a cane, Weber, who was still a student, kept his voice lower and lower as he spoke.

Snapped!

Ah... I am Weber Velvet with a cry of pain.