Building a Monster Nation From Zero in Another World

Rin suddenly realized that if he really claimed to be "King Solomon" in this Holy Grail War...

Good grief.

"It seems I guessed right."

Kiritsugu saw Rin's silence and took it as confirmation. "Hard to believe... this Holy Grail War has both a King of Conquerors and a King of Magecraft."

Adding his own King of Knights, Artoria, the amount of "king" energy in this Grail War was getting a bit excessive.

Zzzzzzz~

"The little girl with the sparking body."

The King of Conquerors rubbed his chin thoughtfully, still unable to identify Frankenstein's origin. "Mind introducing yourself first?"

"Ah~"

But Frankenstein clearly didn't understand him. Her entire body crackled with lightning, and she looked ready to charge forward at any moment.

"Careful, Irisviel!"

Artoria instinctively stepped in front of Irisviel, raising her Holy Sword.

Diarmuid's expression also turned serious, ready for a fight.

"Hey, hey, hold on, hold on."

"What a short-tempered little girl. Can't you at least let me finish?"

Iskandar's voice was as loud and boisterous as ever, but his words had little effect.

It was Rin's calm command that halted Frankenstein.

The arcs of lightning dissipated, and Frankenstein leaned her giant hammer, Maiden's Chastity, to the side, quietly waiting for the next move.

"I thought you were one of those wild types who couldn't communicate."

Iskandar squinted. He could now sense her alignment. If nothing went wrong, this girl was likely the Berserker of this Holy Grail War.

"Rider?"

Artoria turned toward him. "What exactly are you trying to do? What is your goal?"

"My goal?"

Instead of answering, Iskandar suddenly raised his head and shouted into the night.

"Hey!"

"I know you're out there!"

"You guys hiding in the dark, peeking from the shadows!"

His voice thundered through the air.

"The clash between Saber and Lancer must've drawn more than just me and this little girl."

"Come out!"

"Heroic Spirits summoned by the Holy Grail! If you don't want to be looked down on by me, Iskandar the King of Conquerors, then gather here now!"

All Heroic Spirits were figures of legend, people of great deeds and greater pride.

Naturally, after such a public challenge from Iskandar—

Aside from Assassin, nearly no one would tolerate the insult.

"Trouble..."

Tokiomi, watching from a hidden vantage point, grimaced.

If there was any Heroic Spirit summoned this time who would not tolerate provocation, it was him—Gilgamesh.

Rin watched as Gilgamesh appeared atop a streetlamp, immediately cursing everyone in sight, branding them as "filthy mongrels."

With no Lancelot to be his rival, his Noble Phantasm had already locked onto the King of Conquerors, who had offended him.

But then...

"Ahhhhhh!!"

As if naturally incompatible, Frankenstein glared at Gilgamesh, her entire body sparking with volatile magical energy, clearly on the verge of exploding.

"Hmm?"

Rin raised an eyebrow, but he quickly realized the cause.

The term "mongrel".

Even Frankenstein perceived it as an unforgivably cruel insult.

"Who allowed you to gaze upon me, mongrel?"

Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes at Frankenstein's glare and instantly fired two Noble Phantasms from Gate of Babylon.

Boom!

Boom!

Two beams of golden light surged toward Frankenstein like streaks of lightning.

She gripped her hammer tightly, spinning to smash away the faster weapon—Durandal.

But the sheer force behind it caused her timing to slip. She was half a beat too slow for the second.

Frankenstein's strength, compared to this generation's Heroic Spirits, was just a bit stronger than Hassan of the Hundred Faces.

Against a broken existence like Gilgamesh, she had no chance of victory. Even lasting a few minutes was questionable.

But Rin never intended for Frankenstein to carry this Holy Grail War.

She had already given him something more valuable, experience in Heroic Spirit summoning and a magical energy regen buff.

"It's your turn."

Rin was perfectly calm, simply calling out a name. "Shion."

"As you command."

There was no need for extra orders. A tall, beautiful figure crossed space in a flash, placing herself between Frankenstein and the incoming Noble Phantasm.

Boom~

With a faint hum, a slender, pale hand reached out and, to the astonishment of every Heroic Spirit present, caught the golden spear midair.

Buzz buzz buzz~

The spear trembled wildly in Shion's grasp, buzzing with violent magical energy.

It tried to escape her grip.

But Shion's hand didn't budge. Her fingers were like cold iron, and even a Noble Phantasm forged from legend couldn't move her.

"A fine weapon, but..."

Shion raised her eyes to Gilgamesh, who remained perched arrogantly atop the lamppost, and squeezed.

Crack crack crack! Snap! Bang!

"Impossible!!"

Everyone's gaze locked onto the golden spear in her hand. They couldn't believe what they were seeing.

The originally brilliant, polished weapon was now covered in cracks, Shion had crushed it barehanded.

"That spear..."

"That's definitely a Noble Phantasm!"

And not a low-tier one either—it was at least B-rank or higher.

But it was effortlessly broken by a girl with her bare hands.

"Keep going, Shion."

Rin's voice rang in her ear. "Make that flashy guy throw more out of Gate of Babylon."

Getting close to Gilgamesh was not easy.

So force him to fight. Force him to keep throwing out weapons.

And in the process...

[Detected Noble Phantasm: Gate of Babylon]

[Analysis commencing]

[Analyzing...]

Violet didn't need to analyze them one by one.

As long as they appeared before Rin, the more Gilgamesh threw, the more Violet would gather. The more she observed, the faster she could break down the mechanisms behind his strength.

"To think you'd defile my treasures with those filthy hands."

Gilgamesh's fury boiled over, not at the spear's destruction, but at the fact it had been touched by Shion.

"You truly wish for death, mongrel!"

His handsome face twisted with cold, killing intent, completely devoid of any remaining grace.

The space around Gilgamesh shimmered like a mirage.

From within, a radiant golden glow bloomed like the light of heaven.

The next moment, a new array of Noble Phantasms unfolded behind him like a divine halo.

There were sixteen in total.

Not just swords and spears, but axes, hammers, lances and even weapons so bizarre their origins were unidentifiable.

Each was mirror-polished and brimming with magical energy.

Every single one was a legendary armament. Each carried its own deep-rooted mystery.

There was no doubt.

They were all true Noble Phantasms.

Without exception.

(To be continued.)