“These Scotts advanced wave after wave, rushing towards Xing as if they had lost their wisdom. Yet, under the nearly perfect defense of Saber and the others, Xing not only remained completely unharmed, but most of Scott's clones were also destroyed.”

“He was still constantly splitting, but gradually, the speed at which his clones were being destroyed was catching up to his rate of division.”

“Grady Scott even held an impromptu court, constantly berating another one of his clones: 'Scott, was there a problem with how you played that round?'”

“Arrogant Scott was completely unfazed, publicly retorting: 'Easy for you to say. Weren't you also screaming like a stuck pig just now?'”

“Taking advantage of the infighting among these Scotts, Saber unleashed an Invisible Air, directly sweeping away the vast majority of the Scotts into smoke and dust.”

“Proper Scott: 'Today we gather here to deeply mourn the many Scotts who sacrificed themselves, commemorating their repeated offering of their lives...'”

“Hard-Mouthed Scott: 'If it weren't for those burdens dragging me down, I would have won ages ago!'”

“Aloof Scott: 'True lone wolves always walk alone; only rabble form groups.'”

“Hard-Mouthed Scott was enraged: 'You bastard hid behind everyone the whole time. My eyelashes did more work than you!'”

“The Scotts, with one word after another, shifted the blame onto each other, creating quite a lively scene.”

— —

Genshin Impact.

“How interesting. Arguing with oneself, where every'self' believes the fault lies with the 'other'.”

Inside the Nordkalai Moon-Momentum Experiment Design Bureau, the scent of steaming black tea filled the air above the table. Sandrone Sandrone sat properly in a chair, took a delicate sip of tea, and slowly averted his gaze from Celestial Screen.

Across from him, young girl Columbina was sitting quietly. Although the latter was a wanted individual, considering how bored the office was, Sandrone had still invited him in.

Sandrone let out an almost imperceptible snort. After setting down the teacup, his tone carried undisguised disdain: “What a boring farce. This Scott, both his mind and abilities are utterly useless. And that Assassin, his temper is excessively good. How could he possibly win the Holy Grail War by cooperating with such a worm?”

Columbina tilted his head slightly, his tightly closed eyes “looking” towards Sandrone, his voice tinged with curiosity: “Sandrone, do you dislike this Scott very much?”

“Dislike?” Sandrone frowned, as if he had heard a strange question. “I wouldn't say that. But if I had to choose, it would be 'disdain'. Look at the way he acts. Perhaps he achieved some minor achievement in his regular work relying on his ruthlessness, but he lacks the wisdom to see the essence. He thinks he is participating in a miracle to grant wishes, yet he doesn't even know that he is merely a chess piece of Old Oti.”

“I thought you would like people like him as subordinates.”

Columbina picked up the white porcelain teacup and took an elegant sip, but the next second... the young girl's expression, which was usually like a perpetually frozen lake, underwent a subtle change.

Seemingly satisfied with the other party's reaction, Sandrone's lips curved upward slightly, almost imperceptibly.

“Does it taste bad?”

“Yes,” Columbina nodded gently, “However, since you prepared this specifically for me, I will drink all of it.”

Hearing this, Sandrone stood up with a *clatter*, placing the cup heavily on the table.

“Who prepared this'specifically' for you? You've really spent too much time with those people; you've become self-pitying and sickeningly sweet! If you hadn't been standing outside the Design Bureau like an idiot the whole time, I, I wouldn't have bothered to let you in. Fine, finish your tea and leave quickly. Don't bother me during my work hours next time.”

— —

“'Ah, fighting against a fellow like this really has no honor,'” Saber sighed softly.

The collective group of Scotts spoke with one voice: “Grady! Do you still want to win the Holy Grail? Rewrite the script on the spot, change the scenery! Give me more power, let me crush them! Like a true devil, hold them in the palm of my hand!”

Grady was helpless: “You are a born comedian, only fit to play the fool. Mixing you into a horror movie is not only a waste of your character traits but also a blasphemy against the camera.”

Xing waved his hand: “Don't insult my little ray of sunshine!”

“Grady! Are you trying to rebel? Don't forget, I am your Master. As long as I use a Command Spell, you must—Quack, quack quack quack?”

Scott suddenly let out a string of frog croaks.

“Do you think you can dominate me in my own film set with just three Command Spell? Mr. Scott, you are fired.” Grady refocused his gaze on everyone present. “Actors, I apologize for letting you witness the unsightly scene of an actor and a director arguing. It was my mistake to underestimate the power of Harmony, and I shouldn't have let you gather together.”

“Therefore, I will meticulously adjust the timing of your appearances. In the next movie, I will continue to enjoy your piercing screams.”

— —

Fate/Emiya Household's Dinner.

“He actually betrayed his Master too?!”

Medea's eyes widened suddenly at the dinner table.

Rin Tohsaka: “Too?”

Illyasviel: “Too?”

Emiya Shirou scratched his head: “Uh... Too?”

When everyone present turned their eyes towards her in unison again, Medea's old face flushed red once more, and she awkwardly coughed: “Ahem... Those are all old stories, best left unsaid.”

“So, a Servant can actually defy the Master's Command Spell?” Rin Tohsaka had never heard of this before. “Aren't Command Spell supposed to be compulsory for Servants? Caster, do you know anything about this?”

“This... I also don't quite understand what that Assassin did. My Noble Phantasm can sever the contract between a Master and a Servant, but no matter how I look at it, it's impossible for this Assassin to possess it. According to the common sense of the Holy Grail War, he might disagree with the Master's ideology, but he absolutely cannot defy the Master's Command Spell.”

Perhaps this Assassin possessed some other special Noble Phantasm that they were unaware of, but that was another matter entirely.

But undoubtedly, if Grady, as a Servant, had a falling out with his Master and dissolved the contract, and could not find anyone else to form a contract with in a short period, then his Holy Grail War was already over from that moment on.

— —

“Xing blinked and found that he had already left the Assassin's Reality Marble and arrived outside Theaterland.”

“'Something's not right,'”

“Xing looked around and saw only Archer beside him; Saber had been teleported by Grady to an unknown location.”

“'Whenever night falls, Clockie's Plaza reveals a side unknown to others.'”

“'You, the protagonist, open your eyes only to find yourself in a nightmare you cannot escape. Now, a terrifying enemy has arrived by your side.'”

“Grady's voice once again floated in the air.”

“Undoubtedly, this 'terrifying enemy' was referring to Archer.”

“Archer, however, looked somewhat confused: 'You know we are allies, yet you are trying to sow discord?'”

“Grady chuckled: 'Mr. Archer, you don't seem like a Servant who would rigidly adhere to an alliance. Wouldn't it be wonderful to take advantage of the'Separate Actions' I specifically arranged to eliminate an opponent for your Master?'”

“Archer nodded thoughtfully: 'Hmm, that suggestion is indeed worth considering.'”