Chapter 255: The True Heroine, BB-chan
"I see. If we use them well, we can even rely on them to wear down those guys coming from abroad. Hehehe." The Queen rested her chin on the backs of her hands, her elbows on the table, a seductive smile of agreement dancing in her eyes.
"As this ice-bright and clever lady says, that is exactly the logic," the moustached gentleman said, stroking his beard approvingly.
"Oh my, thank you. You certainly have a sweet tongue," the Queen replied, giving him a playful, flirtatious glare.
"Hmm. If that's the case, I have no objections. Since they're slaves to be used as bait, as long as they can be useful, it's not a loss," the middle-aged man acting as the Yakuza Inspector said, propping up his chin.
"Hah? So in the end, you're just going to exploit a few high school girls? Honestly, enough already. Why the hell are we even gathered here? Is it just to discuss how to screw people over together?" Kintaro raised his foot and slammed it heavily onto the table, looking at the people around him with deep displeasure.
"Do you still not understand?" The Yakuza Inspector stood up and spread his arms in a declaration.
"Young man, even if you have a sense of justice, it's about time you realize we are no longer the same as ordinary people. We are the New Humans chosen by the Lord, while those who did not receive power are the commoners abandoned by the Lord—superfluous existences.
Besides, those girls are our common enemies; they are demons who want to snatch away the miracles bestowed upon us by the Lord. They are subordinates of that demonic organization, Chaldea. What could be more suitable for them than to become slaves?"
"Hah? It seems it's not just your heart that's rotten? Even your brain is broken," Kintaro said in disbelief.
"It seems you, like those people from Chaldea, are also on the side that has been abandoned?" The Yakuza Inspector looked at the young man coldly.
"Alright, alright, stop arguing. If there are conflicts, save them for after this competition is over. If internal strife causes us to lose, then everyone is finished," the Queen stepped out, moving between the two men.
The two men, their ideologies clashing, fell silent.
Wherever people gather, there is conflict. Even among these dozens of Pseudo-Servant hosts, they were divided into several factions:
The Queen's Circle: Led by the fashion designer woman, code-named "Queen," consisting of employees from various districts of Shinjuku or talented men she knew.
"Sir's" Faction: The middle-aged man aiming to control both the legal and illegal worlds, code-named "Sir." Sitting around him were people who needed his help—small workshop owners relying on his power and protection, or clients who had borrowed money from him. Once he looked into their family situations, he always found a way to make them obedient. The Moustached Gentleman: He appeared gentle to everyone, but he was actually involved in financial investment through calculation and investigation. The Rest: Aside from the biker, the host, and the woman in the black leather SM suit, there were also many high-ranking officials, wealthy merchants, and elites from various industries.
After gaining power, each of them had become a "favored child of heaven," rising to the top of their respective fields. In fact, it wasn't just the blond youth and the Yakuza Inspector who didn't get along; many were plotting how to monopolize the convenience brought by this power.
However, since dangerous enemies from even further away were about to arrive, they had to unite if they wanted to win. Cooperating to share resources and using the energy of the same Holy Grail made them a formidable group, even if their internal structure was fragile and on the verge of collapse.
"Well then, let me calculate our win rate..." The middle-aged moustached gentleman quickly typed characters into a laptop.
"This is our home turf. I hope we can gain more advantages. We're about to fight guys from abroad; it's practically like real battlefield slaughter. It's truly going to be arduous," someone said worriedly.
The moustached gentleman spoke up: "Please rest easy. According to my calculations, our win rate is over 75%. There's nothing to fear in this battle. No one will die; we just need to seize the Holy Grail. You probably don't want the Grail to be snatched away, only to be discovered by Chaldea and have your abilities stripped!"
"Mm..." the worried person replied, lowering their head. In fact, for many, this incredible power was the only way to change their lives. If they were forced to return to being mediocre and useless, earning a wage below the national average by working for others, it would be a living hell.
The moustached gentleman added, "Well, after all, this Great War has already been decided. It will take place in the world of the network. This is a safer method for them. If the battle is limited to the network, at least we don't have to worry about life-threatening risks. This is also thanks to an outstanding talent like Kayaba-kun."
A man who had been sitting in silence the whole time stood up and said:
"You flatter me. This is also thanks to everyone's keen insight and the massive additional investment you provided. It allowed me to focus on development and complete this Full Dive machine. All we need is a guide, and we can lead everyone into the chaotic battle of a 128-person Holy Grail War."
"128 people... I didn't expect there to be so many." "
But if the stakes are multiple Holy Grails, it's worthy of such a large-scale war."
"The method for victory only requires one of us to remain until the end. That is enough. For the remaining introduction, I'll leave it to you, B.B." Kayaba spoke toward the empty screen.
"Yes, yes~! Everyone's favorite idol, the True Heroine BB-chan is here~!" The large screen flickered with grey and white static, a shaky afterimage appearing before background music began to play. A purplish-red color filled the screen, and a girl with long purple hair draped in a black cloak appeared. She began explaining the rules and precautions of the competition to the group.
This girl on the screen was the very starting point of this organization's formation. She was the one who gathered these people—who had obtained power by chance but were still kept in the dark—together.
"Alright, that's it! Those are all the rules of the game. Everyone, do your best~!" The girl's eyes flashed with a red light as she said with a mischievous grin, "BB-chan is also looking forward to everyone's active performance in this Holy Grail War!"
The purple-haired girl winked, thinking to herself: 'Of course, in the end, it'll still come down to you, Shirou-senpai~!'
With a chirp, the screen went dark once again.
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In a certain house in Chiba Prefecture, Shirou—who was currently wearing an apron and preparing dinner for everyone—suddenly felt a sudden chill run down his spine.
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