The Delinquent's Grand Order

Grand Caster

"Demon Marshal Gilles de Rais. Imperial Founder Romulus. Hero Spy Jason. And Divine Scholar Nikola Tesla. I thought they would be somewhat useful— But they spoiled my fun as they couldn't even clean house. Stupidity. Such stupidity. Humans really do degrade with the passage of time."

"Dammit! SHEBA won't stabilize! I can only get audio! What happened!? What's going on, Mash!?" Romani asked in a hurry.

"I-I don't know. There's a shadow that looks human, slowly walking towards us—"

Keiji's instincts drove him to the front of what was going on. "Trouble has appeared, that's what," Keiji said, pushing Mash back away as her status as a Shielder felt irrelevant when dealing with output of ominous energy.

"Hey. What is this insane magical energy? It's a hell of a lot bigger than a dragon. It's like—

"One of the demons or angels in the ancient stories. No, perhaps even greater. I was not born a mage, but as a petty Caster I can understand. This magical energy is infinite. This domination crushes its surroundings merely by existing. Truly, truly a created being worthy of being called God! No, perhaps it is even God itself! Am I wrong, my friend Andersen? I think it's time for us to be going!" Shakespeare commented.

Andersen sighed. "Why do you always exaggerate so? There's all types of gods. Anyway, the only god I fear is the god of editors. Though I do agree it's time to run. I didn't expect to see the big boss at this stage."

"The big boss!? What does that mean!? Keiji, tell me what's going on!"

"I can't say anything for sure, but we might be seeing the King the Demon Gods have been worshipping all along."

The figure in darkness continued to make his entrance. "I see. Like me, only your voice reaches them. Chaldea is isolated from the temporal axis, and so it's become a base that no one can find. My eyes see everything—and all possible futures, but even they have trouble perceiving Chaldea. That's why you survive. Pathetically, shamelessly, and uselessly. Intolerant of a history of destruction already decided, a pitiful boat still adrift in the sea of void. That is what you are, Chaldea, and what you are, Master of Humanity. A stain upon the scorched ashes of human history. The name of the only fools left who would defy my deeds."

"Are you the King talked about?!" Artoria demanded to know, her instincts also deadly focused on the enemy ahead of them.

The figure looked displeased. "Hmm? I thought you already had the answer? Are you so like monkeys that such a thing has to be taught? But very well. I've taken a liking to your stupidity. If you wish to ask, I shall answer you. I am the final destination you seek. The one who commands the 72 Demon Gods, and will destroy humanity from his throne. My name is Solomon. Among the Heroic Spirits, I stand above them all as one of the 'Grand' seven."

"S—Solomon!? Are you sure that's what he said, Mash!?"

Mash slowly nodded "Yes, I'm sure. He said he was Solomon. Same as the king of ancient Israel, who was alive in the 10th century B.C."

Mordred still didn't buy much into Solomon, confident even with the intense pressure exuding from him. "Heh. I guess we've got a big name for a guest, huh? So what? Are you a Servant too? You were summoned as a Heroic Spirit, and decided to use your second life to destroy humanity?"

Solomon closed his eyes, as if pitying her response. "No, knight of Londinium. I am indeed a Heroic Spirit, but no man will ever summon me. Do not think me the same rank as you incompetents. After death, I revived by my own power to be a Heroic Spirit."

"That's not in the rules, isn't it?" Keiji asked the others, knowing enough that it was a big enough deal that it might as well have been him waving the middle finger at death and all that controlled the Heroic Spirit summoning system.