Chapter 401

The chief hero of Ireland...

The mythological data that the Sky-Curtain had specifically looked up flowed through Conan's mind.

He quickly locked onto one person.

"Face of Brilliance," Diarmuid Ua Duibhne.

A demigod in Celtic mythology, also hailed as 【Unrivaled in the World】 among the children of gods.

Conan felt a little more at ease.

The strength was definitely sufficient.

As long as he didn't manifest in the Lancer class, but rather descended in the "Saber" class.

Possessing multiple divine Noble Phantasms.

With swordsmanship that had stepped into the realm of gods, he was absolutely a hegemon-level Servant not inferior to King Arthur!

"As a Lord of the Clock Tower, Sky-Curtain Dad's status and ability are likely at the pinnacle in this Holy Grail War.

Occupying the Saber class shouldn't be a problem.

But why did he choose such a dangerous war to prove himself, and even bring Mom along?"

Conan grumbled internally about his father's foolish behavior.

But he soon fell silent.

In the internal monologue of the Sky-Curtain's Kudo Yusaku.

Other options included dissecting a dragon-snake of the Age of Gods, capturing a god of steel, killing the Kraken... and so on.

Holy crap...

All over the world.

Many rookie mages with high ambitions who had stepped onto the path of magecraft were dumbfounded.

No way.

This is a trial for a Mage Lord?

And not some path to godhood?

Like the Twelve Labors of the demigod Heracles?

Not to mention that the Age of Gods has long since passed and where would one find such mythical beasts, even if one did, existence of that level would be enough to destroy all of humanity, right?

"Overthinking it."

Someone curled their lip.

"Do you think we're in reality? That world has a bunch of Dead Apostles, several True Ancestors, and perhaps even god-level or supreme-god-level Phantasmal Species; the fact that humans can occupy the main position in that world shows they are stronger."

Beside the street.

The Demi-human guy looked at the Sky-Curtain with full admiration.

The magecraft system in reality had only just begun, but in the Sky-Curtain, that was the crystallization of wisdom snatched from the hands of the gods at the very beginning of human civilization.

Other worlds even contained various brilliant and magical types of Phantasmal Species.

Unlike their world, which only had Evil Gods, Evil Gods, and more Evil Gods...

Damn it all!

The red-haired bespectacled girl Kobayashi nodded in agreement: "True, if they were strong enough to sweep across the world, they wouldn't be hiding in various nooks and crannies."

The Demi-human guy proudly puffed out his chest: "Yeah, at the end of the day, we humans are still awesome, driving such mythical beasts into barren and wild lands, though I still feel reality is a bit more badass."

"Hm? You're overthinking it, just based on those few near-gods in the Old One system?"

Kobayashi covered her face and pushed up her glasses.

The Demi-human guy shook his head and pointed to the sky. "No, I'm talking about *that* one."

Very well.

You killed the conversation.

Kobayashi had black lines on her face.

That person could probably poke a dozen Evil Gods to death with one finger; if you include that person, reality's humans are of course the strongest.

At the end of the day, life forms of that level basically don't count as humans in the conventional sense, right?

Forget it, no more nonsense.

Cute Tohru is still waiting at home; I feel like once the Sky-Curtain appears, Tohru will be too scared to go out again.

Fortunately, after becoming a mage, she decisively joined the Mage Association because joining early meant high treatment and many benefits.

Although it was a leisurely position, it was still at the section chief level, and she also received a salary as a high-ranking official of the sovereign state.

In addition, the FBI also issued a sovereign state salary, not to mention the benefits of magecraft resources that were even more valuable.

Just these three salaries alone were delightful.

Magecraft is still great.

In her heart, she was also full of gratitude toward Lord Luo Shu, who popularized magecraft.

"Humans, humans are truly terrifying."

A certain high-end apartment.

The dragon named Tohru trembled as she shrank into her blanket, looking at the Sky-Curtain in terror.

The higher the level, the more one understands what terrifying things Heroic Spirits are.

More than half a year ago, when she came to this world, she wasn't exactly arrogant, but she looked down on everything.

Mere humans, existence like bedbugs.

·····Seeking flowers···· ········

It really annoyed her; as long as Kobayashi didn't stop her, it wouldn't take a hundred seconds to kill everyone in the entire city.

Until........

The Sky-Curtain appeared.

What Earthlings saw was the grand spectacle, but she saw the essence.

That's why she was even more terrified.

That was undoubtedly something that had happened in the past or was happening in reality.

Are you kidding me?

The moment the dragon of the Age of Gods summoned by Medea appeared, her entire body froze under the bloodline pressure coming from a superior, coming from the source.

That was a True Dragon.

A real dragon.

The incarnation of calamity, originating from the concept of the original Ancient Serpent, the Beast of the Revelation with seven heads and ten crowns.

The title of her father, the Chaos Emperor Dragon, the End Emperor, was like children playing house in front of a True Dragon.

That was a difference in essence.

This wasn't just upstream in bloodline; this was the source of the bloodline. In front of it, standing and talking was impossible; one could only kneel and welcome it.

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And the True Dragon...

Was also so weak, so pathetic in front of the treasury of that golden king.

Easily dismembered.

But she didn't think the True Dragon was unworthy of the name at all.

It was purely because that king was too terrifying.

Any Noble Phantasm projected was an anti-dragon armament possessing the concept of dragon-slaying, making her blood vessels feel like they were about to explode from fear.

Even just touching one would be enough to instantly curse to death a fifth-rank dragon like her.

The divine sword that was once stabbed into her, even if it only possessed a trace of the nature of such a Noble Phantasm, would kill every dragon like her that came, and kill two if two came.

And the dragon-slaying Noble Phantasms in that king's treasury were simply endless.

Meaning the number of True Dragons slaughtered in this world would be an outrageous figure....

How could she not be afraid of this?

And now, the trial of dissecting a dragon-kind in the Sky-Curtain was on the same level as the trial of participating in the Holy Grail War, belonging to the lowest grade.

Dragon-kinds, even lower-rank dragon-kinds like wyverns, were third-rank superior existences, at the top of the food chain in any world.

But in the Mage World, they didn't even have the qualifications to be on the experimental table.

Looking at the experiment in the mage's mind that flashed by, dissecting a fifth-rank superior species on a snow-white workbench.