"Pure silver and iron. The foundation of the contract, the Great Duke.
The rising wind blocks the four walls. Close the four gates.
Release from the crown, wander at the fork in the road to the kingdom.
Fill, fill, fill, fill, fill.
Repeat five times; however, when full, it is time for disposal.
Hmm... I remember the rest is...
Proclaim!"
The crystalline wind of magic began to swirl around the summoning ritual.
"Let your body be under my command, let my fate be entrusted to your sword.
If you are willing to obey the call of the Holy Grail, follow this will, follow this reason, then respond.
I hereby swear.
I am the one who accomplishes all good deeds in the world,
I am the one who spreads all evils in the world.
You are the seven days entangled by the three great incantations,
Coming from the wheel of restraint, guardian of the balance—!"
Black Aura began to envelop the wind of magic, and a hemispherical black ominous magic power wrapped the entire summoning ritual in it.
Finally, it converged to a point.
A black figure appeared on the summoning ritual.
"Servant, Kriemhild... I didn't expect, I didn't expect to be summoned, and I didn't expect that I would respond to this summoning."
"What do you expect from an abnormal flower like me? Whether it's an enemy or a companion, I can only bring destruction to them. If you want to die miserably, then please feel free..."
The noblewoman, dressed in funeral-like attire, holding a giant sword as black as ink, with a center as red as magma that made people feel uneasy, stood quietly in the summoning ritual, speaking words that made the people present look sideways in a resentful tone.
"Kriem...hild?" Jeanne on the side looked at the figure in the summoning ritual with a dumbfounded expression of 'is this world so chaotic?'.
"Hmm—this name sounds familiar," Daniel stroked his chin and sized up Kriemhild, then turned to Jeanne. "You seem to know her backstory, can you tell me a little bit? Consider it a thank-you gift for the spoilers I gave you earlier."
"What thank-you gift, you guy, don't you know that Kriemhild is the wife of Siegfried in the 'Nibelungenlied'?" Jeanne asked back, looking at Daniel in astonishment.
"Gah?" The expression on Daniel's face froze.
He certainly knew Siegfried's wife, after all, that was the existence who threw herself into marrying the Great King for revenge.
So he had also learned a little bit about the deeds of this woman who lived for revenge when he was in his original world.
But if you ask Daniel to say the other person's name... sorry, he really didn't remember.
But, why did he summon her using compatibility?
Is there any place where the two of us have consistent compatibility?
Daniel looked at Kriemhild in astonishment.
"Ah, ah ah—Lord Siegfried..." Kriemhild began to hold her head and moan softly after hearing the name Siegfried.
Speaking of which, in the setting of this world, it seems that Kriemhild learned the truth that Siegfried's death was what he himself wished for from Hagen before killing him.
Daniel pressed his temples with some headache, and bloodshot eyes began to emerge from his eyeballs.
"Kriemhild, I am your master."
"I know," Kriemhild raised her head, looking at Daniel with gloomy eyes. "After all, the source of magic power is you."
"But how exactly did you summon me? I don't think I have any relics that can be passed down, after all, everything related to me, whether it's enemies or anything else, has perished in my hands."
"I didn't use a relic," Daniel replied with a somewhat mournful tone.
"Hmm?" Kriemhild looked at Daniel in astonishment.
"It was a compatibility summon," Daniel explained.
"Heh, hehehe..." Kriemhild sneered. "I see, only a master who is just as stupid and crazy can summon a stupid and crazy fool like me. It seems we will get along very unpleasantly, My master."
Daniel actually grasped a little bit of the similarity between himself and the other party.
Antisocial personality?
Crazy wanting to take revenge, but not knowing who to vent this hatred on after knowing the truth?
Kriemhild was still a little better than him.
At the very least, when she killed Hagen who fulfilled Siegfried's wish, she learned the truth from him, and her resentment had new support.
But what about Daniel?
Who exactly forced him from the peaceful and prosperous age where he was loved by his family to the dead-end Earth where everything began?
He couldn't even find a clue, and he didn't know who to hate or who to vent to if he wanted to hate.
"Kriemhild, I have some good news and some bad news, both relative to you. Which one do you want to hear first?" Daniel pushed back all kinds of thoughts and asked with a smile, looking at Kriemhild.
"Relative to me? What good news could there be?" Kriemhild responded with a sneer. "Then let's hear the bad news first."
She had a sense of déjà vu regarding the smile on her master's face.
"Well, this Holy Grail War, in which you were illegally summoned as a third-party faction, is a grand battle between the Black Faction and the Red Faction, involving fourteen Servants—seven against seven—and Siegfried is one of them."
"Siegfried... Lord?" Kriemhild widened her eyes, looking at Daniel in astonishment.
"Yes, he is the Saber of the Black Faction," Daniel replied with a smile and a nod. "How about that? It's bad news, isn't it? Of course, it's also good news, because our third-party faction is very likely to fight against both sides simultaneously, so you will have the chance to meet Siegfried on the battlefield."
The bad news is that your husband is participating in this Holy Grail War, and he is in a position where he might be your enemy.
The good news is that the 'culprit' who truly killed your husband has arrived and is standing on the opposing side, so you can complete your unfinished 'revenge.'
"Heh, hehehe, hehahaha—!" Kriemhild suddenly burst into wild laughter.
However, this smile appeared somewhat ferocious.
"My revenge, to think it actually has a chance to be fulfilled after death... Things like Servants really are both lovable and hateful." Kriemhild stopped her wild laughter, then looked at Daniel with cold eyes. "My master, you wouldn't stop my revenge, would you?"
"Huh? Of course not." Daniel waved his hand with a grin. "On the contrary, I support it with both hands. After all, those fourteen Servants are all our opponents for the time being."
Jeanne d'Arc, standing to the side, wanted to say something but held back.
She was just a referee responsible for blowing the whistle; please do not arbitrarily drag her into this 1v2 war, thank you very much!
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