Chapter 438: Ai Lixiya?

Bai Hang subconsciously lifted her left hand, spread her palm, and saw that on the back of her hand were three identical bright‑red Command Spells, indistinguishable from A Xing's.

"What... what is this?"

Bai Hang stared at the Command Spells on her hand and was stunned, "What is the Holy Grail Battle again?"

A Xing ignored her bewilderment, looked up at the clock on the living‑room wall, the hour hand pointing at eight and the minute hand just past ten.

She lowered her gaze to Bai Hang and said a few words, "There's no time, you need to go to school."

"Huh?"

Bai Hang was completely stunned, her eyes wide and her face full of disbelief, "School? What school?"

She felt her brain was insufficient, Huo Huo was still nowhere to be found, she had to join the Holy Grail Battle, and now she had to go to school?

What on earth is going on?

A Xing looked at her bewildered expression, said nothing more, and simply picked up a backpack from the coffee table beside the sofa and handed it to Bai Hang.

The backpack was dark‑blue, matching the sailor uniform, embroidered with a few unfamiliar characters that were probably the name of this world's school.

Bai Hang looked at the backpack placed before her, then glanced at A Xing's expressionless face, and thought only one thing: this world seems even more absurd than she imagined.

Perspective shift.

On the outskirts of Dongmu City stands an abandoned bridge, its structure mottled and overgrown with moss and weeds, rarely visited and a secluded, hidden spot.

Huo Huo crouched beneath the bridge, back against a cold pier, fingertips clutching a smoothly polished stone as she drew something on the ground.

She looked completely different from when she was in Xianzhou Luofu.

The Fox Ears that were usually drooping now stood erect, no longer timid, the tips stiff and straight, exuding a cold vigilance.

Her green, claw‑shaped eyes, which usually shimmered with mist and a hint of shyness, were now as icy as steel, emotionless, her gaze fixed on the patterns on the ground, focused and cold.

She remained petite, her dark‑green short outfit stained with a bit of dirt and grass, yet still tidy, the Li Gua emblem on the hat's peak glimmering faintly in the sun.

She had changed.

Since arriving in this world, information about the Holy Grail Battle suddenly flooded her mind, and after the aphrodisiac medicine vanished, she changed.

That bottle of medicine seemed to merge into her body, a strange force wandering inside, suppressing the constantly noisy Tail, causing that ever‑clamorous voice to vanish completely from her mind.

Without the Tail's clamor, without the Ten Kings Office Task, without others labeling her a "coward", Huo Huo felt an unprecedented lightness.

Yet this ease also made her lingering obsession erupt fully—she desired a calm, stable life, to stay away from the Ten Kings Office, from the Judge's duties, from the endless fighting, from everything that terrified her.

And the Holy Grail could grant her wish.

That was what the information in her mind told her: the all‑powerful Holy Grail could fulfill any wish, provided she won the Holy Grail Battle.

So she came, to this secluded bridge, ready to summon her own Heroic Spirit.

She raised her right hand, the three Command Spells on the back of it bright red as if about to drip.

"Proclaim—"

A clear, resolute voice rang out beneath the open arch of the bridge.

"Your body serves under my banner, my destiny binds to your sword…"

The incantation flowed smoothly from her mouth, each syllable resonating with magical energy.

The Spell Array on the ground lit up, its glow shifting from a faint white to a light‑absorbing violet‑black.

"... Answer the Holy Grail's summons; those who obey this will, respond to me!"

Magic began to surge violently, wind rose inexplicably beneath the arch, stirring Huo Huo's ash‑green hair and garment edges.

Her small face, illuminated by the Spell Array's light, was half bright, half shrouded in shadow, and the green pupils flickered with violet‑black light.

"Here I swear…"

"I am the one who accomplishes all good deeds in the world, I am the one who purges all evil in the world…"

"Entwine you with the three great word‑spirits for seven days, arise from the Wheel of Suppression, Guardian of the Scales—!"

The final syllable fell, magic converged to its peak, violet‑black light shot upward, instantly filling the entire bridge arch and tinting everything with an ominous hue!

The light persisted for several seconds before gradually receding and calming.

At the center of the Spell Array, where the ground had been empty, a tall figure now stood.

She was a woman.

She possessed blue hair as dark as the deep‑sea night, the tips gently curled, draped over her shoulders.

Her figure was lithe and curvaceous, wrapped in a uniquely designed violet‑black bodysuit that traced breathtaking curves.

The exposed shoulders, arms and leg skin were so pale they were almost translucent.

Most striking was her face—exquisitely beautiful to the point of unreality, as if it embodied all the world's finest concepts.

Yet her eyes were crimson, like the purest ruby, yet harboring a dark surge that seemed able to swallow all light.

The corners of her mouth held a half‑smile, sweet yet oddly unsettling.

She tilted her head slightly, hands clasped behind her, adopting a light yet slightly curious posture as she surveyed the short summoner before her.

Her crimson gaze swept over Huo Huo, lingering a moment on the Command Spells on her hand.

Then she spoke, her voice crisp and pleasant, ending with a sugary, musical‑effect tail:

"Hello~! My dear Master~?"

Huo Huo's expression did not change at all.

Neither the mysterious excitement of a first summons nor any awe at the summoner's striking beauty.

She simply returned the gaze with those cold green eyes, calmly.

(It succeeded. But... why can't I sense clear class information?)

Usually, when a Master successfully summons a Servant, they automatically know the Servant's class and true name.

But Huo Huo's "common sense" told her that the Servant before her had class information shrouded in vagueness, as if deliberately concealed by some force.

Even the true name could not be directly perceived.

"What is your class?"

Huo Huo asked directly, her voice as cold as the others', "Why can't I see?"

"Ehh~"

The blue‑haired female Servant let out a light laugh, stepped forward lightly, and her dark‑purple high‑heeled boots struck the cement floor with a crisp "tap".

She leaned forward slightly, drawing close to Huo Huo, her crimson eyes curving into crescents, her smile even sweeter, her breath seeming to carry a seductive sweetness, "This is a girl's secret, you know~? How could you just casually tell anyone~? But then…"

She straightened up, lightly tapping her perfectly shaped chin with one hand, while waving the other casually.

"Since you summoned me, we're the closest partners~! You can call me Ailixiya, okay~?" As for the class…

She blinked one eye, making a playful yet mysterious expression, "Consider it a... little surprise? When the time comes, you'll naturally know~! After all, keeping an air of mystery is part of the charm, right, my dear Master~?"

She said this while naturally reaching out a hand, as if to pat Huo Huo's head.

At the moment she extended her hand, Huo Huo stepped back half a pace, avoiding her touch.

The vigilance in her green eyes did not wane at all; instead, the servant's overly familiar and carefree attitude added a few more scrutinizing glances.

(Ailixiya... a name I've never heard. Flirtatious behavior, suspicious attitude. Class concealed... a rare class with special abilities, or... something else?)

She quickly analyzed in her mind.

Her knowledge of the Holy Grail War told her that some Servants have special classes or unique Concealment abilities that can mask ordinary perception.

But this requires extra Magic Reaction or a special Noble Phantasm.

The Servant before her, who called herself "Ailixiya", had a deep Magic Reaction, showed no obvious Heroic Spirit traits, and her intertwining sweet‑and‑dangerous aura made Huo Huo instinctively uneasy.

However, none of that mattered.

Huo Huo withdrew her gaze, no longer tangled over class or true name.

She looked at the Summoning Circle on the ground, already beginning to dim.

"Since the summoning succeeded, the contract is formed."

She stated evenly, "I need to know your abilities, your Noble Phantasm. You can tell me that, Ailixiya?"