Fate/Magus Path

7 Priest

After waking up and washing off the cold sweat in the bathroom, Roy's expression was still somewhat dazed. The fatigue feedback from his body left him feeling a bit weak; the dream and reality were interconnected, and the experiences he had in the prison tower also reflected in his physical state in the real world.

He raised his hand to try and channel his magical power. Seventeen thin, light blue circuits briefly flashed with fluorescence, and several streams of magical energy began to flow through the circuits in his body.

He started attempting to refine and mobilize the magical energy.

"So this is a magic circuit... The feeling of magical energy flowing through the veins is quite wonderful; it's really not bad."

As he practiced channeling the magical energy and familiarizing himself with his current physical state, Roy nodded in approval.

Although he had just opened his magic circuits and was still a bit unaccustomed to his body's condition, the sensation of magical energy flowing within him felt surprisingly novel.

Watching Roy successfully manipulate his magical energy, the Count sitting in the chair also received a corresponding supply. Feeling the magical energy filling his body, the weakness from the prolonged lack of magical supply gradually dissipated.

Although his inherent skill, Self-Replenishment, allowed him to supply magical energy independently when separated from his Master, that limited supply could barely sustain his most basic activities. He might manage in small-scale fights, but it was far from enough for battles involving Noble Phantasms or against other Servants.

Now that Roy had opened his magic circuits, as a contracted Servant, he could most clearly perceive the changes taking place.

In his mind, he couldn't help but marvel, "This is a considerable supply of magical energy; it seems my Master's magic circuits have a remarkably high conversion rate of magical power to life force. Although the number of magic circuits isn't particularly outstanding, their quality is excellent. With such a magical supply, combined with my Self-Replenishment, I can really unleash my full potential in the upcoming battles."

After feeling the recently awakened magic circuits, Roy was not only familiarizing himself with his body but also contemplating his next steps.

Now that the most critical issue of magical supply had been resolved, time was not on his side, and he had to consider how to proceed with the impending war.

Before he could gather his thoughts, a sudden knock on the door startled him. He glanced at the Count in the corner of the room, signaling him to hide. The Count nodded in understanding and slowly transformed into particles of light, dissipating from sight.

"Is anyone there?" A deep male voice came from outside.

"Coming."

Feigning a lazy demeanor as if he had just woken up, he stretched, tucked his pistol from his pocket into his waistband, and quietly approached the door, opening it cautiously.

"Hello, are you the seventh Master of the Holy Grail War, Mr. Roy?"

"Ah?"

When he opened the door, a young man with short brown hair and brown eyes appeared before him, dressed in black religious garb and wearing a golden cross necklace on his chest. His expressionless face and hollow gaze resembled that of a walking corpse.

Roy recognized him immediately.

Father Mapo Tofu, Kotomine Kirei.

A backstabber from the moonlit world, high on the danger scale.