With the female assassin using multiple Noble Phantasms in succession.
Soon, the twenty-eight police officers were embroiled in a fierce battle.
As mortals wielding counterfeit Noble Phantasms, they were now able to compete with a true Servant.
However, this is not the full power of the counterfeit Noble Phantasms.
They haven't used all of it yet.
In order to prevent external factors from affecting the battle, Orlando used a handgun with engraved magecraft to open the police station's barrier.
At this time, even if a tank were to fire inside the police station.
No one outside would hear the sound.
Moreover, along with the barrier's activation, several Soul-Eating Beasts and dozens of Evil Spirits appeared.
They all charged at the female assassin.
Even at this point, Orlando, as the Master, had to draw the katana from his waist and join the battlefield.
He realized that the female assassin was extremely troublesome.
Orlando shouted while fighting:
"Judging from your continuous use of Noble Phantasms, your Master must be an extremely excellent mage. Ask your Master if they are willing to join our alliance against Gilgamesh."
He extended an alliance offer to the female assassin.
Although Orlando admitted that there was an 80% chance that the other party would not accept, there was still a 20% possibility.
At the very least, he could find out the relationship between the female assassin and her Master, which was part of the information-gathering process.
However, the female assassin's words were beyond Orlando's expectations.
"…I don't have a Master. Also, I don't intend to serve a mage, nor do I desire the Holy Grail."
"What?"
The female assassin's answer stunned Orlando.
How could there be such a Servant?!
"I will crush the Holy Grail War that has bewitched the great leaders of the past!"
The female assassin declared.
At the same time, she increased her vigilance towards the surrounding enemies.
After this brief battle.
She already understood the characteristics of these police officers.
The longer the battle lasted, the more proficient they became with the Noble Phantasms in their hands, and the stronger they became.
Even if those Noble Phantasms were regarded as melee weapons, the power of each slash and strike gradually increased, and some even began to make special effects that would be impossible for ordinary weapons, such as "releasing flames from the blade."
She had to end the battle quickly.
The longer it dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for her.
Faced with the female assassin's crazy words.
Orlando immediately thought it was a lie.
How could a Servant act without a Master? Only Archers and Caster-class Servants have this ability.
An Assassin-class Servant would never be able to do that.
Just as Orlando was about to escalate the battle with the female assassin to the next stage, another character entered the scene.
This character was Jester.
He was the Master who summoned the female assassin.
The appearance of this man dealt a heavy blow to the police force.
The police officers, who were originally evenly matched with the female assassin, began to suffer casualties in just a few minutes.
He was not like a human; he was more like a monster wearing human skin.
This anomaly walked straight to the female assassin in front of everyone.
Seemingly not taking the police officers seriously.
"My self-introduction was too slow, my dear."
In the hall that had returned to silence.
Jester opened his arms as if appreciating the silence and knelt before the bewildered black-clad assassin with a respectful attitude.
"My name is Jester Karture.
I fully affirm your actions as your Master… and as a non-human Dead Apostle, I will take everything from you."
Jester plastered a ferocious smile on his face, staring at the assassin as if licking her whole body with his tongue.
The only words the female assassin heard were "Dead Apostle."
—Futile messengers of death.
—Destroyers who expel humanity.
These were the phrases she thought of regarding Dead Apostles.
Even in her lifetime, the Hassan Sect had fought against these monsters.
Dead Apostles were terrifying monsters that appeared on the battlefield whenever the sect fought against heretics, wreaking havoc regardless of the faction.
All of these monsters were messengers who killed, regarding the existence of humans themselves as enemies.
The female assassin was stunned on the spot.
Her heart felt like it was being slowly crushed into powder.
Accompanying the chill, she seemed to hear the cracking sound of something breaking beside her ear.
She couldn't believe that the Master who summoned her was a Dead Apostle, nor could she accept that she had initially been acting using the Dead Apostle's magical power…
"Ah… the sensation of that hand was like an intense kiss, I will never forget it. You truly captured my heart back then. I even changed my appearance because of the shock of experiencing death."
Jester wore an intoxicated smile.
As for the female assassin—
An overwhelming sense of disgust surged through her entire body.
It felt as if every drop of blood in her veins was tainted with poisonous sludge.
As if she had suffered an utterly unreasonable humiliation.
Her delicate body trembled with grief and unforgiving rage.
"However, what I'm most curious about is… my dear, who severed the bond between us! Who cut off that connection between us that transcends life and death!!"
Jester's expression became ferocious.
Like someone who had been cheated on.
Even his vampire fangs were bared, and uncontrollable anger was overflowing and churning.
Hearing this, the female assassin's expression faltered.
In a daze, she recalled what that rude man had done to her not long ago.
—Could it be… that the reason my magical power output decreased… was because he severed the connection between me and this monster!?
The female assassin was not foolish. Recalling the strange sensation in her magic circuits at the time, she was even more convinced that Moran had done it.
Suddenly, a sense of relief surfaced in her heart.
Along with a sense of guilt and gratitude.
The man she regarded as rude had actually helped her sever the connection with the Dead Apostle.
If she continued to wear the Dead Apostle's collar, she couldn't imagine how she would go on living.
She couldn't allow the magical power of such a being to flow into her body.
It was filth, an unacceptable heresy.
"So, I told you, didn't I? You will thank me. How about saying it now? It's not too late, you know."
Another voice echoed within the police station.
Jester couldn't help but frown.
He was displeased that someone was interrupting his reunion with his beloved, and he was also very concerned about what was just said.