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Battle of knights and kings.
I really don't know what to feel in the current situation I am in. 'It's not my fault that I summoned Loki. he's my Persona. How can it be my fault when you're the one with hate boner for gods.' I nearly screamed in her face, which was directly in front of my own, with a small glare.
Thankfully it was not a glare of death, it was a glare of annoyance and a tiny amount of anger. She may be the strongest being I've come across, but I am not cowering away. I already promised myself that I will not die again so pathetically.
"And what was I supposed to do? Just lay down and let him kill me again?" I rebuked with my own glare, even if it was a foolish decision, I am no one's bitch.
"You've got some nerve mongrel. Do you have the slightest idea who you are talking to?" Blonde smirked in arrogance. "If that was real divine spirit, I would have kill you alongside that thing. Something tells me it isn't over just yet." She looked at me intensely while I didn't show anything in my face. No need to reveal my power like an idiot.
And she discarded her smirk in seconds. "Tch, I will deal with you later, stay put mongrel." She just clicked her teeth, annoyed as she glared down at every single person.
For now I obeyed her command as I relaxed my body. Bindings of the chain also became comfortable somewhat. 'Thank you Enkidu.'
Well there is nothing better to do right now than watch the drama that's about to come.
The golden Heroic Spirit looked very displeased, scorning from above at the three Servants with a glare. Her arrogance and her tone were comparable to Rider's haughtiness, but it differed from the very root. There was never cruelty and mercilessness in the voice and eyes of the King of Conquerors.
Even Rider didn't expect anyone more domineering than himself to show up, as he was stroking his chin with a bewildered look void of malice.
"I apologise for arriving late." Rider looked at me with a somewhat apologetic look and relieved smile. I just nodded at him because I don't how to respond to that. It was not his fault and I don't want to be an asshole like the original Shinji.
My response seems to ease him as he returned his own relaxed look to the Golden armoured spirit.
"You are mistaken... I, Alexander, am the one who is well known throughout the world as the King of Conquerors."
"Fool. The only hero in Heaven and Earth who is a real king is me. The rest are a collection of mongrels."
Archer threw her aside with a declaration that was more than an insult. Of course, color was already drained from Saber's face, but the tolerant Rider drew an amazed sigh, ignoring it altogether.
"Hey! He's a real king. I knew about him in a history book when I didn't even hear anything about your name." I protest beside her with a mock anger tone. Rider just chuckled, not knowing what to respond while others sweatdropped about me talking back to the new servant who could just snap my neck and end me instantly.
"Looks like you have a secret admirer mongrel." Archer spoke with an amused and dismissive tone. Again her eyes intensified in anger, hiding behind her mocking tone.
"If you want to say that much, could you first announce yourself? If you are such a king, you couldn't be ashamed of your fame?" He asked, getting serious.
At Rider's banter, Archer's crimson eyes grew even more of a proud anger as she glared at the giant under him.
"Are you questioning me? A lowly mongrel questioning a king like me?"
Frankly speaking, Rider's point was reasonable, but apparently, Archer took it as an incorrigible disrespect from her point of view. This wasn't a matter of gaining interest from concealing one's true name, but rather from a personal irritability, the golden Heroic Spirit was emitting a very clear murderous intent.
"I grant you the honor of my presence yet you can't recognize me; such ignorance isn't even worth living."
Yup it's confirmed, either she is bitch like the male Gilgamesh or it is an act. She's too arrogant either way. I mean how can she expect everyone to recognize her when they're not acquainted in the first place.
"Maybe it's because your gender does not match with your legend. Your majesty." I added a little sarcasm behind it. Her glare shifted toward me as my heartbeat quickened once again.
"I mean, could anyone guess if she was King Arthur, if her holy sword wasn't revealed even now." I quickly explained my reasons before she get more pissed off while pointing toward Saber.
"That's not a good excuse mongrel. Do not compare me to the so-called perfect king of yours, if you value your life." She sneered icily while twirling strands of her hair in fingers.
"Aye ma'am." I quickly saluted her while trying not to cower. Hah Unshaken Will rocks. No fear from you, miss golden king.
At Archer's conclusion, the space around her distorted in a haze― the next instant, the glow of beautiful blades started coming out of the empty space.
There are bare blades as well as spears. Each of them is decorated with eye-catching ornaments, and emits a fierce magical power. It is clear they are no common weapons but Noble Phantasms.
The Gate of Babylon was without a doubt beautiful, it was enough to make normal mortals mad with its mesmerising beauty. Just like its owner.
Wait….why did my mind go to that?
'It's owner is beautiful?'
Of course she is, but this was not mere physical attraction for her, It was more like a childish crush I had from last life toward the top girl from my class.
That means it was happening again, oh shit. Why does it have to be the arrogant one? Fuck it, I am blaming it on hormones, Yes hormones.
Moving on, the golden chain that binding me is Enkidu, but is it just a noble phantasm or is it more than that? You may be asking why I am thinking such a thing? Because I think it has some kind of calming effect that's making me comfortable in chains.
AND NO! I AM NOT A MASOCHIST.
If it was a mental attack, it would have been nullified because I know my passive skill is working perfectly. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to talk back to Archer or think of Killing so easily.
Its like I am becoming some kind of monster and I am perfectly fine with it. I am not Shirou Emiya to play nice to others but I am also not a heartless monster like Zouken. At Least that's what I like to think about myself.
-666-
Waver was struck with awe. The unseen Master of Lancer gulped. Kiritsugu and Maiya as well, observing at a long distance, also felt the tension.
Without a doubt, this is the same thing as the previous night― the mysterious attack that unilaterally wiped out the Assassin. All of those who have observing the Tōsaka mansion the previous night understand that.
And now, one man― just like Rider and Waver, one Master who had been following Lancer's movements through the day and was now observing hidden in the storehouses; as that man was spying on the battlefield through the vision of a familiar, he stared at Archer's strange battle preparation.
Yes, it was undoubtedly the same. Archer was definitely the golden Servant who had defended the Tōsaka mansion from Assassin's invasion the previous night, in other words, this was Tōsaka Tokiomi's Servant.
"Haha, hahahaha..."
In the darkness, an old hatred burning in his one bloodshot eye, Matou Kariya let a laugh escape.
Now was the time he had anxiously waited for. He had endured a year of living hell looking forward to that instant.
Tōsaka Tokiomi…
Husband of Aoi, father of Sakura, yet the man who had trampled over the happiness of the mother and child.
The hated, cursed sworn enemy who took everything Kariya wished for, who degraded it all.
Now, the old resentment is cleared away. This was the time to face that man, changing into a
sword the hatred boiling in his heart――
"Kill her..."
There was an unimaginable pleasure in filling his voice with hate. Now, Kariya understood the meaning of the saying "revenge is a dish best served cold."
Tokiomi himself can wait. His Servant must first be demolished, to make him lose the Holy Grail War. He was in a maddening excitement just thinking of Tokiomi's face smeared in the frustrating humiliation.
"Kill her, Berserker! Pulverize that Archer!"
Then something that bitch of the servant caught someone unexpectedly that widened his eyes. His nephew Shinji, in golden chains binding him near Archer.
"Dammit. You've been caught by servants already….new order to add Berserker. Save the boy!" Son of Matou house ordered madness, leaving his eyes replaced by steel. Always family comes first, even revenge.
-666-
At that time, somewhere else, an unexpected torrent of prana swept in a roar.
As everyone was watching, the flowing prana gathered and solidified, materializing into the shadow of a robust man.
That shadow stood up near the four lane road that had become the battlefield of Saber and Lancer, two blocks further toward the sea. Truly, that was a fantastic apparition that could be described as nothing other than a "shadow".
From the width of the tall figure's shoulders, this was the body of a man, completely covered in a full armor without any opening. But it was different from the silver armor wrapping Saber or the luxurious golden one of Archer.
This man's armor was black. Without any delicate ornament, with no polished luster. Like darkness, like Hell, it was just a bottomless black. The face was also invisible, covered with a rustic helmet. In the depth of a thinly carved slit, there was the ghastly glow of a pair of eyes with a glare burning like a flame.
A Servant. That was plain. Yet, just what Heroic Spirit was this sinister appearance?
This black knight definitely didn't have any of the "radiance" that bore the other Servants who were already there.
Artoria, Diarmuid, and the King of Conquerors Alexander as well as the yet unannounced golden Archer all have that "shine". This is the expression of the pride of a Heroic Spirit. The honor of the legends everyone praises and longs for. This is an essential element of their "noble phantasm".
But the newly appeared black knight had none of it. You could say he was closer to an Assassin. The darkness around the black armor definitely held a "negative surge".
Thus, more than a Heroic Spirit, he might be labelled a vengeful spirit instead...
"... Hey, King of Conquerors. Did you invite that guy too?"
Still observing the black knight carefully, he walked out of the ruined building yet kept his composure with a light tone, Lancer railed at Rider. Taking the hit, Rider grimaced.
"Invited, eh? That one doesn't look like he'll take any negotiation, ugh."
Nothing but blood thirst flowed from the black knight. Even the whirlwind of prana seemed ominous as a groan full of deep hatred.
"Archer, can I get a hug. I am scared." I playfully whined beside the Golden king. And surprisingly, yes surprisingly red dots appear on her cheeks for a moment. Though she quickly, I mean in second she regains her composure back.
"If he wasn't a child…."
Hah, one weakness of her or her male counterparts is children. Not in the weakness level of Atlanta, but still weakness never the same. She could still butcher me like an insect if I anger her too much, but I am not that stupid do just that. Enough of that though, looks like our special guess made dynamic entry.
Berserker... Everyone could see that without waiting for a confirmation. Such a fiendish surge of murderous intent could only come from the class of the Heroic Spirit of fury. I was getting chills from up here despite not being he's target, most likely.
"So, kid. What kind of Servant is he, that guy?"
Rider asked Waver, but the small Master shook his head, dumbfounded.
"... I don't know. I simply can't tell."
"Whaat? You're a Master, aren't you? His strong and weak points should be visible to you, eh?"
As a Master who has made a contract with a Servant, it is possible to read out the status of a Servant with powers of clairvoyance. This is a unique ability granted by the Grail that has summoned the Heroic Spirits. This doesn't work for the fake Master that is Irisviel, but Waver, rightful Master of Rider, is capable of seeing through the abilities of the other Servants and compare them to those of Rider, to guide him as efficiently as possible in battle situations. In fact, Waver already had a clear understanding of the faculties of Saber, Lancer and Archer. But—
"I said I can't see it! That black guy is definitely a Servant... But I just can't read out his stats!"
Rider frowned in suspicion at Waver's confused explanation, and took a new look at the black knight.
The armor with the color of darkness shows no characteristic feature, and tells no clue on the lineage of the maker. —No, it isn't just that there are no details to see; it is all blurred.
It wasn't just Rider. Saber, Lancer and Irisviel had also noticed the same thing. No matter how carefully one would watch, he just wouldn't accurately perceive Berserker's figure.
'I so want to shout that's Lancelot and sicc him on Saber but I also don't want Kariya to lose so easily.' I thought to myself while staring at Berserker with a frown.
"Looks like another troublesome enemy we have..."
Saber nodded at Irisviel's murmur.
"That's not all. With now four opponents, we can't do any careless movement."
In a regular battle royal, the most reliable tactic is to smash those in numerical inferiority with a concentrated effort. Thus, if they show one weakness here and now, they might be forced into the worse outcome, a four to one hopeless battle. In this case, even Saber doesn't stand a chance.
Who will start attacking who, and who will take that chance to make his move—
To survive in this place, one needs to accurately see through everyone else's movements.
This is true for all Heroic Spirits.
Presently, Rider isn't targeting anyone in particular. His current purpose is probably to have a look at the Heroic Spirits participating in the Holy Grail War. But as one who knows no fear, he is the kind of man who stands up at anyone's challenge.
Archer clearly sees Rider and Saber as her enemies. The Golden Heroic Spirit seems to take ill humor in the two who call themselves "King of Conquerors" and "King of Knights". Her preferred target is likely the one who provoked her, Rider.
And as for the wildcard, Persona user is being bind by chains, who could die any moment, depending on Archer's mood swings.
But right now there was one problem.
Archer's attention again turned into Berserker who was staring right at her. The disgusting stare of the black knight was turned only at her standing on top of the street pole; the golden Heroic Spirit could undoubtedly see that.
"You mad dog, do you expect pity from me?"
A lowlife's gaze is equally lowly and filthy. Being poured by this gaze is an intolerable disgrace for a noble. To Archer, who claims the title of king even more than Rider, Berserker's ill manners made him a complete criminal.
The treasure swords and spears all around her changed direction. Their tip was now fully aiming at the new target; that is, Berserker.
"You shall at least entertain me when you scatter away, mongrel."
A sword and a spear bustle in the air at the heartless verdict.
The weapons coming out of nowhere shot without warning— this must be the reason the golden Heroic Spirit is an archer. But this off-hand Noble Phantasm was too abnormal. The Noble Phantasm, which should be a treasure to the Heroic Spirit, was being pitched carelessly like you'd casually throw a handful of stones.
Still, the destructive power was enormous. The road surface was blown up like it was hit with an explosive blast, and the scene was shrouded by the dust of the asphalt pulverized into particles.
"... Kh!"
Everyone gulped equally. Including me.
In the thick dust, the shadow of a dark, tall figure wavered into their visibility.
Berserker stood unharmed. He had merely moved from his starting point, where the road had become a crater. Out of the weapons thrown by Archer, the spear is the cause of this, hitting its target after being delayed a little. And the sword that should have reached its target a little before the spear had brought no destruction.
The reason for that would be that the sword was in Berserker's hand.
How many had seen the swift offense and defense? At least me, Irisviel and Waver couldn't understand what had just happened. Truthfully— Berserker had grabbed the precious sword effortlessly, the first strike thrown by Archer, and with his newly acquired weapon he had deflected the second strike, the precious spear.
"... That bastard, is he really a Berserker?"
Rider responded with a howling voice to Lancer's strained murmur.
"For someone who has forsaken his reason for madness, he's a remarkably skilled chap."
Now the fight is starting but I can't stay here. I need powerful weapons if I want to survive here. I quickly skim through Menu / Items to search for specific items that may help my grand escape and murder of one mage. But how can I bullshit my way through this chick who is chaining me like BDSM.
Even if I don't have a time to use, at least I should confirm I have a weapon in a first place. I don't trust that ROB very much.
Lucifer's Blade.
This is one of my favourite weapons in this game. Now I am really glad I had cheats before being Isekai'ed here. Without cheats, I would have to sacrifice Lucifer to Nihil blade to make a new one and I don't know shit about blacksmiths in the first place.
Error. Error. Error
Requirement : Level 70
Well shit. There were not supposed to be any level requirements throughout the game. So why did it need that now?
Wait a second….its work of that damn ROB, isn't it?
Fuck you ROB! Now I have to do this old school style. Grind till you make it.
"— How dare you touch my treasure with your filthy hand... Do you want to die that badly, you cur!"
The air around Archer starts dancing again. Like a halo, a golden majesty twirls in circles to show a flock of new Noble Phantasms— now sixteen of them.
Wow, how much drama did I miss in my inner thoughts and my failed attempts to wield powerful swords from P3? Golden portal again opened near me as I stared at it with an analyzing look. Thank heaven it wasn't pointed at me. However this time it wasn't just swords, like from before.
Not just spears and swords. There are axes. Hammers and halberds. Even items with indefinite usage or origin, bladed weaponry with a strange shape.
Every single one of them is polished like a mirror, and still has an enormous amount of prana flowing from them. Not one of them is below the level of a divine mystery... All of them, no exception, are indeed Noble Phantasms.
"That's, not possible..."
That was Waver thinking out loud. But the other Masters and Heroic Spirits probably thought likewise.
'I feel you there Waver, this chick is too Overpowered that it's so absurd.' Not that I have any right to complain since I have my own Persona system.
A Heroic Spirit doesn't need to stop at one Noble Phantasm. Sometime, someone can treasure three, four super weapons that qualify as such. But nobody could have that many.
And here— Archer is throwing them one after the other like he has an inexhaustible supply of them. And not one of them was even already seen in the battle against Assassin the previous night.
"Let's see— just to what point this little compulsive thief can keep up!"
At Archer's command, the flock of Noble Phantasms floating in the air were left loose, rushing toward Berserker.
A thunderous roar shook the night air, a flash of light exploding through the sky.
Who would believe that such destruction could be done by throwing swords and other similar weapons? A countless number of Noble Phantasms rained down on the road of the warehouse town, which already looked like it had received carpet bombing.
And still, Archer's fierce attack didn't stop. The Noble Phantasms fell like thunderbolts, shot at Berserker's standing place with enough force to scatter anything away, and kept striking and striking and striking again. The attack was continuous, even increasing in violence. —Because the target, Berserker, just wouldn't fall down.
Everyone was shocked. Besides me of course. Even in a critical situation with a great number of enemies around, everyone shared the same thoughts.
This was a replay of the miracle of the first attack. Berserker just took the first halberd that came at him with his left hand, then swung left and right the sword in his right hand, repelling every single one of the following Noble Phantasms away.
Such a technique was subtle and flawless. There was grandeur in it. Even with a Noble Phantasm snatched from Archer, the handling wasn't poor by a bit. He was swinging them around freely, like extensions of his arms; it simply looked like a demonstration of his polished skills with the favourite weapons he had specialized in for years.
Both offense and defense followed their course together.
"—The golden one seems to be proud of the number of her Noble Phantasms, but the black guy has the worst affinity with her."
The two Servants watched silently on one side, as the other one standing there, Rider, spoke confidently.
"When Blacky takes a weapon, he becomes stronger by just taking it. And Goldy throws them so shamelessly. She's a versatile beauty."
As the King of Conquerors calmly commented, Berserker wasn't taking one step back in front of Archer's fierce attack. On the contrary, when a more powerful Noble Phantasm flew at him, he would abandon his current one to exchange it scrupulously with the new weapon.
The violent roaring sound stopped when the last of the sixteen Noble Phantasms fell down.
In the hollow silence, there was only Berserker in the middle of the dust coming down. The surroundings, including the storehouses and street lights, were all completely ruined. The black knight had a battle ax in his right hand and a simple sword in his left. All the other Noble Phantasms were scattered at Berserker's feet, or stuck in the rubbles around. Not a single blade had reached the black armor.
Berserker nonchalantly raised the two remaining Noble Phantasms in his hands— and without preparation, he threw them in Archer's and mine direction.
Maybe the aiming was off, or he didn't really try to hit anything, but the ax and the blade hit the pole of the street light that Archer was standing on top of. The blade hit the middle, and the ax, the top, cutting the pole into pieces as if it was butter.
The pole cut in three pieces fell in a tremor. But that's the only thing that fell clumsily on the ground. The golden Heroic Spirit had jumped before the iron pole was cut into pieces, and landed on the ground apparently unscathed.
But I was not so lucky. Enkidu, chains of heaven, the golden chain which was binding me vanished or disappeared in golden dust.
"Ah!" I yelp slightly in panic before my mind calmed down. Ground was getting closer and closer with each second as my mind raced in light's speed to search for any solution. Archer was also landing ahead of me so she couldn't exactly turn 180 degrees to catch me. Other servants were too far away from me.
Think, Shinji! Think! Otherwise there wouldn't be my brain in any condition to think.
"Don't die mongrel! You manage to survive this much already. Don't end it here." Archer spoke softly from a distance but I heard it clearly. It would be too boring for her if a boy that manages to survive servants, dies from falling.
"I will not die here until I make it to the Throne of Heroes." I said with conviction and a fierce smile as the ground got just a few meters closer. If I can make it to the Throne of Heroes, I can truly be immortal while not being undead or other abominations. So whatever happens, I have left my mark in this world. For that to happen, I need to survive and get stronger while dodging death left and right. I can't afford to die here. It doesn't matter if I have more lives remaining. I just don't want to die.
I only have a few seconds and I want to make it count. Fuck Plume of Dusk, I am not going to depend on it too much.
Again Item menu quickly appeared before my eyes from my mental command as I selected one specific item for my survival.
I don't have time to Summon Persona and I probably won't get a chance to use Healing items after collision since this body is still that of a child. So I won't have any pain tolerance to use items calmly. So my last bet is this item and cooperation from a certain blonde servant.
"Gale Magatama." I announced slowly and softly as a green light emerged under my hand. It was curved, comma-shaped beads that appeared in prehistoric Japan. If I am correct it is called Magatama. Green Magatama exploded right under my hand when I reached the ground by inches. From so small bead, giant tornado broke out, flinging me in sky again.
It was too close. My skin was really close to touching the rough ground before a massive whirlwind threw me in the air again.
"Wow." Waver commented, slowly opening his eyes to see me alive, still gobsmacked. While Irisviel breathed a sigh of relief. Even if I was from a rival family, she didn't wish for my death huh. She's too kind for her own good.
Now that I was in air or quite high in the sky I spread my limbs to soften speed, and turned toward a certain blonde haired king because she was near. No, I am not talking about the Golden king.
Because of my unexpected and uncontrolled flight I was heading or landing toward Rider, Saber, their master and Lancer.
Time seems to freeze as my eyes meet with crimson amused eyes of the self-proclaimed true king. Thankfully it didn't contain malice toward me. She was looking at me like I just fell right out of the moon and she was curious about it. Many mercies of Heaven, there was no obsession or possessiveness in her crimson orbs. It was just a healthy curiosity. At least I am really hoping for. Reading too much of Fanfiction has tainted my mind.
Time resumed as we stopped looking in the eyes, more like I was watching her eyes while she was observing my soul or possibly future since she's omniscient to some degree because of her another bullshit Noble Phantasm.
I turn my head to see the area I am landing, and it's surprisingly top of Artoria and Irisviel, few meters beside Lancer and Rider.
"..Saber, did you know that King Arthur is my second best hero in my list." I asked with a cheeky grin as gravity again pulled me down and downer.
Saber quickly unequipped her invisible blade and jumped calmly, catching me in her arms as she landed back on the ground like it was nothing and it was probably nothing for the servant.
"Liar." Saber spoke bluntly. I let out a nervous chuckle while rubbing the back of my head.
"Well, it's not my fault if half of the world doesn't like good people these days. Besides, your legend didn't mention King Arthur was a cute young lady." I strike back with my flattering bullet to her heart. As expected her steel armour protected her heart as well.
"Are all children this flirtatious these days?" She asked dryly while dropping me on the ground. Being awesome as always I landed on my feet beside her and turned toward Rider.
Seeing the chariot up close was literally the most awesome thing in my both lives.
"—So nobody is going to ask that how he just summoned a divine spirit, who got murdered by Archer and he using magecraft without any Prana?" Waver questioned in a quickened pace while spreading his arms.
"What's a Prana? I thought magical energy was called Mana or something." That's the only thing that came in to my mind at the moment.
Waver and Irisviel deadpaning at me, baffled that I didn't know about that despite being a member of the Magi household. It's not my fault that I only watched Anime and nobody mentioned 'Prana' once. It was Mana and Od.
"Prana is magical energy that is combined from Mana, the natural magical energy from the world, and Od, spiritual energy that is released from the soul of every living organism. Basically a combination of Mana and Od." Waver explains professionally, clearly forgetting his fear and panic from a few minutes ago.
"Cool, I like you. Can I call you big bro?"
Waver spluttered at my unexpected question. Before we could continue our pleasant conversation, prana spiked from an angry golden spirit as she glared down to Berserker.
We stared at Archer together to see her shoulders shaking in fury. It looked like she was going to end the world in her rage. Despite being unscathed from Berserker's attack, she was too pissed, as if her limb was lost.
"Damn fool... Are you trying to put me on the same ground as you, me who should be at the top?"
—No, saying she was unscathed is only from a third party's point of view.
Archer's rage had apparently reached its critical limit. The wrinkles carved between her eyebrows changed her good features to an evil omen. And even in anger she looked hot.
….I tilt my head a little to see, everyone staring at me as if I was Martian or something. "I said that out loud, didn't I?"
Everyone nodded their heads as I turned away, feeling blood rushed in to my cheeks, ear and neck. "Oops."
Thankfully everyone's attention turned back to Archer.
"You deserve death for your insult. You mongrel, I won't leave a single piece of your body!"
In anger, Archer howled at Berserker, her eyes burning crimson. For the third time, the space around her warped to let a herd of blades materialize...
The next count of glowing Noble Phantasms reached thirty-two. This time, even Rider kept silent. Berserker had endured a continuous attack of sixteen Noble Phantasms, but there was no way to resist twice that number. That was the same for all the other Servants. Nobody could estimate the limits of the latent power of the golden Archer anymore.
Staring at Berserker with a burning hatred, Archer slowly looked away.
She faced the south-east. Over there is the hill of the Miyama district and the high class residential area. How many people can guess it is the direction of the Tōsaka mansion?
"Do you think a sermon from someone like you could appease a king's anger? You're quite presumptuous, Tokiomi..."
With a tone of abject annoyance, Archer spat in a suppressed voice. The glow of the countless Noble Phantasms around her disappeared at once, off to somewhere else.
"... You dodged death by a hair, mad dog."
She was containing her resentment, but her crimson eyes had already lost the flame of the killing intent. With her firm haughtiness, the golden Archer glared at the row of Servants.
"You mongrels. Cut down the mob next time. I will tolerate no less than a real hero."
"See you again, King Gilgamesh." I waved my hand goodbye with the most charming smile I could muster. Everybody halted their breath as their eyes widened in recognition.
King or female King Gilgamesh slowly turned her head, staring at me. Then I realized what I just did, I just revealed her identity.
I quickly bowed my head, "I am-
"Stop." And I did stop my mouth.
I looked again toward her to see a joyous smile on her face.
"Finally someone who really recognized my brilliant dazzling figure—you are one entertaining mongrel, child. How did you come to that conclusion, I wonder?" She asked softly, anger leaving her beautiful face.
"Well…Golden chain that was binding me from before was Enkidu, chains of heaven. You probably used it on me because you suspected that I had a connection with Loki, a god.
Since Chains of heaven bind the Divinity itself, I was not affected since, I don't have an ounce of Divinity in my blood yet."
"Yet, is that confidence I hear from your mouth, mongrel?" She asked, frowning a bit. I just smiled at her without saying anything.
"Since there is only one King's tale where Enkidu is mentioned…that's you, King Gilgamesh from Epic of Gilgamesh. Sumerian king of Ancient Uruk. King of Heroes and first-hero to enter Thrones of Heroes." I finished with a bow, not submissively, only full of respect and a tiny bit of childish crush.
There was stunned silence as Everyone's brain rebooted. Finally their question of curiosity and fear was answered. Why was she able to throw around Noble Phantasm like a candy, why was she angry about others calling themselves kings in her presence, why was she so arrogant?
Because she has every right to be arrogant and she has power to back-up those haughtiness and arrogance. Because she was a true king. Ancient King of the kings.
"Fuhahahahahaha…" She couldn't control it anymore as ancient King burst into laughter. It rang around like a melody of beautiful songs from the past.
"Aa ha ha.. You should be thankful, You are not an annoying mongrel anymore. You are an amusing mongrel as of now. Be proud Shinji, you managed to earn points with your first crush."
This time I was the one with a spluttered face with blush.
"Stay alive, we might see each other again. Ahaha.."
With this final careless remark, Archer cancelled her materialization. The golden armor lost its materiality and disappeared, leaving only the remains of its glow.
The confrontation between the two knights, golden and dark, reached its conclusion in a way no one expected. Leaving me red-faced with fake scowls toward others who were watching me, amused. Especially Rider.
"Hmf. Apparently this woman's Master has even more of a hardy character than Archer herself."
Amazed, Rider exaggerated with a bitter smile. But everyone else figured it wasn't the time for a careless remark.
The Berserker who was evenly balanced with Archer was still standing in front of our eyes while staring at us.
I was standing beside Irisviel, who surprisingly wasn't any discomforted Dr my presence near her. Hmm, must be my childish charm and her motherly instincts were acting.
The eyes glowing widely in the slit of the helmet first wandered in the empty space, having lost their target... Then, finding a new spoil, they flamed up again.
Stared at by those eyes dyed the color of malice, Saber felt a chill bustling through her spine.
"... Ur..."
The voice seemed to boil from the ground. Like a spell, like a curse, it was a moan full of malice that hardly resembled human speech.
This was the voice of Berserker, the first time the others heard it.
"... Ar... Ur... h!"
Like a curse with a human shape, swelling from the murderous intent, the black knight charged at the silver King of Knights.
'Ah! Shit.' I thought to myself while sweating nervously. When Berserker get maddening mode, no one was safe from near their area. They were basically Hulk, who was extremely pissed off and their current target of such rage was our blonde poster child of Fate Series, Saber.
The black knight charged with the force of a wild beast, kicking the asphalt. He looked only at Saber, with a swirling, black killing intent.
Naturally, Saber isn't unprepared. She immediately readied her sword in a defensive stance.
"~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~h!"
Like a ghastly drive creeping on the ground, Berserker swung his current weapon down at Saber's head.
Saber blocked it safely with her invisible sword, but she was astonished when she identified what the weapon was.
An iron pole — this is what was left of the street light pole Archer was standing on top of, that tumbled on the ground when Berserker chopped it down.
Berserker probably picked it up at his feet when he charged at Saber.
Berserker held the iron pole, over two meter long after being cut down, with two hands like a spear, putting a terrible pressure on Saber's sword. But the surprising point is that this weapon was nothing but an iron pole.
Saber's sword hidden under Invisible Air was definitely the holiest of the holy swords. It was the most supreme Noble Phantasm. There is no way it will have troubles against a piece of metal you pick up on the roadside.
The only thing that could possibly rival Saber's sword with such strength is the Noble Phantasm of another Heroic Spirit. Yet…
"Wh... at?"
Holding up, Saber couldn't believe her eyes.
The iron pole in Berserker's hands was being tainted in black. Black lines were spreading and multiplying like the veins of a leaf, invading the iron pole.
The starting point was Berserker's two hands. The black lines were spreading on the entire pole like a spider's web from where the black gauntlets are holding it.
This was Berserker's prana — the prana muddled with bloodthirst and hatred, possessed only by the black knight. The iron pole was receiving it by permeation from his hands.
"You can't mean...!?"
Saber understood through her surprise. The true nature of this Berserker's Noble Phantasm.
Lancer and Rider, watching closely, reached the same conclusion. Well I also already knew about that but no need to mention it here.
"... So that's it. When Blacky takes something, it becomes his Noble Phantasm."
Rider growled in admiration. The Noble Phantasm of a Heroic Spirit doesn't need to manifest through a characteristic object. Sometime, it can be a type of Noble Phantasm that manifests through a "unique ability" retained by the Servant's very body. This is exactly the case for Berserker.
The second blow, the third blow – Berserker pressed Saber back with impressive throws of his 'spears', while Saber was merely defending herself. Saber's left hand that was resting on the hilt had no strength in it, and the wound dealt by Lancer's Gáe Buidhe started to hurt again. With only her right hand wielding her sword Saber could barely fight with the support of prana, but faced with the torrential attacks sent by the furious Berserker she could only defend. Saber could not find a chance to retaliate, and gradually became disadvantaged.
"Wait a second, why is Saber injured?" I asked Irisviel, surprised clearly. I thought I interrupted their duel in critical moment or something.
"It was a few moments before you announced your presence." Albino mage replied, watching the battle intensely biting her nails.
It was not Berserker's vigor that pressed Saber down, but his intensely fierce barrage gave Saber no way to retaliate. No matter how bad the wound on Saber's hand might be, as the strongest Servant Saber didn't even have a chance to strike back. On top of that, although Berserker's weapons were strengthened with prana, they were still twisted remains of an iron pole.
Berserker is definitely not a simple mad dog. The Heroic Spirit that became Berserker is a master warrior with amazing skills that even after his Mad Enhancement, he still possessed such an extraordinary ability.
"You... Just who are you?!"
Of course, the black knight ignored Saber's question, but threw the iron pole following his piercing vigor.
The strike could be called as an absolutely exceptional feat. The ferocity of the strike appeared to hit Saber's short stature and – However, the thrown pole did not hit Saber.
The two meter iron pole was split down the middle, and fluttered from the air to the ground. It was Berserker's fake Noble Phantasm, with enough strength to compete with Saber's holy sword. What broke this fake Noble Phantasm with ease was a streak of red light that glimmered through the darkness.
Lancer had his back towards the astonished King of Knights. This beautiful spearman took a pose of protecting Saber, the King of Knights, whom he regarded as an enemy only moments ago, and stood against Berserker.
'I didn't even see him move.' My brain finally caught up as my fist clenched, this was the proof that I am nowhere near their level.
'Hey Loki, are you there?' I ask internally, hopefully he could talk unlike the video game. I need to have talk with someone about this.
"You called, my other self?" His smooth voice replied instantly, making me sigh in relief. Somy Personas can speak huh. It could be a good thing I guess but back to business.
'Why can't I see your stats?'
"We Personae don't have statistics in this world it seems. The only one with parameters of strength that can be measurable is you. We all Personae are 'maxed out' as you call it."
'So you can go toe to toe against a servant? Since you are a maxed out God.'
"Hahaha, amusing thoughts, sorry to burst your bubble my other self but we can't go against these Heroic Spirits as of right now as equals. Even if we are in our prime, our existence depends on your SP. If your SP hits 0, we can't use our magic or our skills.'
'So basically my own stats are my Persona's limiters?'
"Correct, even in level 1, you can fight a servant, as long as your HP or SP remains. So get stronger my other self, until you are the greatest.'
"No need to remind me of that." I muttered while looking ahead of battle. Lancer was staring at Berserker with intense stare or was it glare? It really doesn't matter.
"Did you say something?" Irisviel asked, looking at me in concern. I just wave it off. "No, it's nothing. I want to know one thing though, since you're a woman..does Lancer's curse work on you?"
She shook her head in negative, "No, it really isn't affecting me in any way, neither does Saber. It could be because I already love someone." She replied in a rather proud tone. Like her love was the greatest saviour of humankind.
"Lucky bastard." My immediate response seemed to shock her for a second before she just chuckled.
"Hitting on the enemy's wife at first chance…..we are more similar than I thought." Loki chucked in amusement while twirling a glass of wine in his hand.
Wait a second….why am I seeing Loki, in the theater, watching through my eyes on screen like a boss. Must be my active imagination or something.
"Sorry about that..we Matous are immediately attracted to Einzbern homunculus. Just like Grail founders." I apologise for the second with a little blush. Damn children hormones.
"How do you even know such a thing in this age?.. *Sigh!* Never mind. We should focus on the battle. Anything could happen if we are careless." She spoke, steel lacing at her last sentences. I wordlessly nod at her and observed my target at the moment.
Lancer.
"Please stop your pranks now, Berserker."
Lancer pointed at the black knight with the tip of the long spear in his right hand – Gáe Dearg, the Crimson Rose of Exorcism, Spear that killed me once, and coldly declared war on the black knight. If Lancer's red spear repelled the prana of Berserker's Noble Phantasm, then the fake Noble Phantasms covered by Berserker's black prana would be nothing but bundles of iron.
"Saber has a previous engagement with me... If you keep up this nonsense and interrupt the battle between us, I won't stay quiet."
"Lancer..."
Although this was a fight to the death, Saber was immensely touched by Lancer's words. The Heroic Spirit of the spear devotedly believes in the same 'chivalry' as she does. Killing child was from order of the command seal, so it doesn't count in her eyes.
Despite that, not everyone gathered on this battlefield praised Lancer's actions.
"What are you doing, Lancer? This is a good chance to defeat Saber."
A voice questioned severely. This displeased voice should be Lancer's Master, However, Lancer unexpectedly donned a solemn expression unfitting to this Heroic Spirit,
"The fight with Saber is a battle that I, Diarmuid ua Duibhne, gambled my honor on!" and yelled loudly at the empty sky.
"I'll first let you see how I will kill that mad dog. Therefore, my lord! This duel between Saber and I..."
"No."
Mercilessly interrupting Lancer's passionate plea, Lancer's Master ordered with an even colder tone.
"Lancer, assist Berserker in killing Saber. I command you-"
"Not happening."
The air on the battlefield froze with tension. I step forward, few step ahead of Irisviel.
"You arrogant mage seems to forget that I still exist, so let me give a reminder, the only one dying here is you." All people's eyes once again turned in my direction as I smiled again. However this time it wasn't the same arrogant smile.
Earlier my brain get the feeling that I was Invincible after awakening Loki but I was calmed now. I can be crushed if I am not careful but I know for the fact that I am already in level of Overpowered category, if I use my items and cunning than relying in my own strength.
"And what can you do? The only Servant you summoned got killed so easily. Lancer, kill that fool too, he is getting on my nerves. I command you by command seal." Blonde mage ordered, with yell of contempt and anger. His anger has spiked on a such a manner that he didn't even care that his precious second command seal got wasted.
This time it affected him more than before since both command seals were used for similar commands in such a short amount of time. Spell grip on Lancer's body got stronger as he couldn't resist anymore.
"Lancer...!"
Saber was halfway through her sentence, but she suddenly went silent. Lancer turned around. Humiliation and anger filled his face with anguish; it spoke of the Heroic Spirit Diarmuid's thoughts more than any mighty argument ever could.
For Lancer, whose body was bound by the Command Seal, his flesh no longer belonged to himself. It was merely a cruel and merciless machine called a Servant. All the skills and abilities the Heroic Spirit Diarmuid had gained were manipulated wantonly without regard to
his own beliefs, used only to fulfil the Master's supreme command. As a Heroic Spirit, Saber deeply understood Lancer's regret.
Beside Lancer, Berserker was closing in step by step. Although the situation had changed on the battlefield, Berserker's goal apparently remained as Saber herself. Berserker picked up the iron pole that was cleaved in half by Lancer's red spear, and this time he held it at eye level like a longsword. Although the shape of the Noble Phantasm had changed, there were no inconveniences with him using it.
Saber was out of options.
If her left hand was not injured, she might be able to fight her way out of this.
"... Saber... I'm sorry..."
Lancer moaned painfully, but continued to advance towards Saber step by step. Contrary to Lancer's expression of shame, the quivering prana of the two spears on his left and right, hiding its killing intent, was raising in a haze.
The black knight beside Lancer remained silent as ever, but the intensity of his threatening surge was increasing exponentially and advancing towards Saber. A thick layer of black veins covered the fragment of the iron pole, turning it into something beyond a sword, alien and repulsive, and the tip of the splint was pointed with intimidation at Saber.
"Irisviel, I will handle the situation. During that time – "
"Sorry to interrupt, Saber. Since I owe you one, you're not alone for this fight."
Blonde king snapped her head behind her where I was standing in silence.
I walked ahead, nearing her as my palm touched the cold steel again. Evoker, the gun-shaped tool that can be used for summoning Persona in my hand, ready to be used.
"Don't get arrogant, your servant has been slain already. Run with Irisviel." Artoria replied, not budging even slightly.
"Hehe hehe." I cackled as I raised my gun against my temple. "That's when you're all wrong. I never had a servant to begin with."
With the same smile I pulled the trigger.
BANG—SHATTER
Second gun-shot rang out in nights of Fuyuki city as the Norse God of Mischief descended upon the mortal realm. Blue fire emerged from my body once again as it turned into deathly green fire.
Once again Loki came out of the fire like wizards coming out of the chimney in the Harry Potter series. Irisviel let out gasp while Velvet nearly fell from the chariot in shock.
"You guys are too assumptionist. Even if I don't have Mana to become magus, I can use my Od to summon spirits. Or souls would be in proper terms."
"Souls…?" Velvet asked, confused.
"Yes, he is not a divine spirit as a servant, he is literally a god who came from the Sea of the souls, similar to the Throne of Heroes. Since I can't fully materialize him like a servant, I can summon him again and again. Only by using Od."
Loki raises up from my tiny body as he walk forward beside Saber with a charming smile. His height shrunk down that of a human as he pointed his Scepter at Lancer.
"Why do you even want to fight in a first place? You shouldn't involve yourself! Don't you know how dangerous that man is." Waver nearly yelled out. Waver was that man student and he has known a man called El-Melloi more than enough to know what kind of heartless bastard he was.
I raised my eyebrow at flushed Waver, who was painting from his lack of oxygen in his lungs.
"First of all, He killed me. It's revenge and secondly, even if I let him go now, he could report me to the Mage's Association. If words get around I can wield magic without any circuits, I would be dissected like a lab-rat and live rest of my life in Sealing Designation." My answer seems to made interesting effect as all mages in vicinity stilled while shivering.
Yeah this situation for me was bad. At first Awakening Persona or having system I wasn't thinking straight because of this new feeling of euphoria of power but my mind is lots of stable now and I am terrified.
And there is good reason to be terrified.
Sealing Designations are the Mage Association saying you are unique, 1 of a kind, or special in some way that the Mage Association fears you may die out and thus your magic / magecraft may die in the chaotic world before we learn how to either stabilize it or replicate it.
And thus the mage association wants to turn you into a bubble boy. We must capture you and put you into a bubble until we learn what to do with you...the best plan you could hope for is some form of breeding thing similar to what the US did with condors.
Oh! And one thing I forgot to mention that the Association will also then proceed to experiment on you in any way possible while keeping you alive. This includes dissection while keeping you alive because if they die, there may be a chance that your unique ability will be lost forever.
'And the third reason is something I don't need to tell anyone anytime soon.' I thought to myself while staring at the new screen that popped out of my face a few minutes ago.
Quest Activated.
Objective : Participate in the combat.
Rewards : System will unlocked
Failure : Sealing Designation, Enslaved, Death.
"Still, I don't need help from a child, you are still in danger. Please run along." Saber nearly pleaded with her eyes. I just cross my hands with huff.
"I don't care. If it makes you feel better, I am not planning to fistfight with those two, I can support you from behind."
My objective is to participate in battle, it doesn't mean I have to throw a punch, I can just participate as a supporting role.
"Irisviel! No matter what happens, you must – "
"Rest assured Saber. Believe in your Master."
I recognise the deeper meaning hidden in the sentence and so does the Saber, but she was still very puzzled while I knew from the beginning, the bastard nearly shot me.
-666-
Emiya Kiritsugu made a decision to start acting, not because he detected his wife's worries, but from a clear analysis of the situation.
The first to be protected is 'the Vessel of the Grail', Irisviel. Since Saber can no longer protect her Master, right now no hesitation can be afforded.
"...Maiya. Match my countdown and attack Assassin. Restrain him."
The answer 'Understood' immediately came from the other side of the radio. The air was soaked with tension.
At this point, they need to kill Lancer's Master. That is the only way.
" – Six."
Kiritsugu began to count in a low voice, and focused the heat-vision scope towards Lancer's Master.
After the WA200 sniper rifle was customized it was tested outside the country before it came into Japan, therefore Kiritsugu was already familiar with the gun's characteristics. However,
he hasn't tested its compatibility with the night scope system... At this time, he can only rely on Maiya's skill.
" – Five."
According to Maiya's report – the shooting range was adjusted to 500 meters. The reticle in the scope should be identical to the bullet's flight path, from the muzzle to 500 meters out.
" – Four."
Another target was this new wildcard of the war. So called defective heir of Makiries. He had dismissed the information about Matous because he had bigger monsters to fight so he was more than surprised by today's revelation.
He could shoot the boy and end it, right there and then but the boy has some kind of ability to cheat death and summon God. However, the so-called God was still semi-transparent so he can guess it was still a killable target. But if he shoots the boy, his cover will be blown and boy will just come back to life, nothing to gain from the magus-killer. So he had to do some research before eliminating the boy so there was only one target in mind.
Assassin.
The last question was Kiritsugu's own safety. Under such a situation, he had no other choice apart from employing bold actions like firing right next to Assassin.
" – Three."
To reduce the risk, Kiritsugu is timing his shots with Maiya's. Her AUG fires a 5.56mm Remington high-velocity cartridge. This power will not damage the Servant Assassin. However, if Assassin comes under sudden fire he might ignore the other sniper in front of him – it goes without saying that the preparations are severely deficient.
"- Two."
Assassin might mistakenly take Maiya, who was only pretending to attack, as his enemy. However, Maiya's position was far enough from Assassin for her to escape. Perhaps, due to the fear of showing himself in front of other Masters, Assassin would have left before that point.
" – One."
Kiritsugu breathed quietly and slowly pulled the trigger. The Walther's muzzle was completely still; the hollow barrel was like a killing glare that locked its gaze on the target.
At this time, a deafening rumble reverberated around.
That loud sound was not Maiya's AUG firing full-auto and was obviously not Kiritsugu's shots, either.
That sound is not something a rifle would make when it fires, but an impact enough to shake the earth.
It was a thunderbolt that suddenly visited the battlefield. It had the dizzying flash of lightning that contrived to make night into day, and a roar that boomed greater than any thunder.
"Aaalalalalalalaie!"
The lightning didn't descend from the sky, but traversed across the ground. No – that thing that looked like lightning was the galloping chariot entangled by escaping electricity.
The lightning didn't descend from the sky, but traversed across the ground. No – that thing that looked like lightning was the galloping chariot entangled by escaping electricity.
Lancer quickly flipped backwards and avoided the chariot in time. But for Berserker, who kept all his attention on Saber, he didn't even have time to turn around and register what was going on.
Accompanying Rider's war cry, the two divine bulls first kicked the black knight to the ground with their four front hooves, and then trampled the black knight mercilessly with their four hind hooves. Each hoof was enveloped with rolling purple lightning; just one kick would have been a very heavy hit.
And at the same time the bloodied boy pointed his hands out commandingly.
"Megidola."
It was a stunning sight to behold, beside the King of the Conqueror, in front of the King of knights, a child, an eight year old boy, commanded a god and said God obeyed without a single objection.
Loki, of Asgard raised his magical golden staff and sent a very unique spell.
It looked like an energy ball mixed with purple and white color. The energy ball, the size of a tennis ball, slowly floated toward the gap between Lancer and Berserker.
Kiritsugu just stared at the orb, transfixed by it, unable to look away, unable to tear his eyes away from it, just like Lancer who was not running away from the orb. He didn't know what the orb would do but one thing he was sure was that it was an unavoidable blow once you became it's target. Just like Lancer and Berserker.
CREE—BOOOOOOOM
Orb absolutely Obliterate the nearby area as purple energy exploded. Shockwaves boomed through the area like a knife, cutting through air itself. Road itself got ripped apart from the ground as a small crater formed instantly.
But surprisingly that absolute explosion only affected Lancer and Berserker, it did nothing to the boy who was just in front of the explosion, Rider beside him or Saber.
If it was his explosive that has exploded, everyone would've been caught in the crossfire but somehow that explosion did nothing toward anyone except Boy's target.
"Of course it did nothing. It was a spell from god. Such a bullshit spell can only exist in the age of gods."
He muttered while pointing his weapon at the boy who was holding his head in pain.
So he had a limit huh, that's good.
He was about to shoot, damn the consequences but Loki returned to his master/partner and begin to hover over the boy protectively.
With a click of his tongue Kiritsugu cursed fate once again.
-666-
"I warned you, my other self."
'Yeah, yeah! I heard you. I just got caught up in the moment.' I mentally apologize to my partner while holding my head. It was ringing painfully and I know for the fact that it wasn't because of the spell.
"It's because, so-called 'system' is downloading in your brain, so bear with it, partner."
So I had the gamer system or something or is it just a calculator for my stats. Ah well, only time will tell.
"That was an amazing display my boy! Would you like to join me and enjoy world conquest together with us?"
I raise my head to see Rider, front of me, offering me his hand, with grin on his face. I slowly grasp his hand, it was rough yet gentle and insanely strong.
"You don't need to win this stupid war. If you survive this war, I will gladly join your army." I replied with a confident grin. His own face lit in joy as he laughed rumbly. For the first time since the Holy Grail War, someone finally accepted his recruitment.
Alas, every good moment came to the end as Rider stood up.
Standing on his chariot, Rider appeared as if nothing had happened. He called out with his face towards the sky and his robust neck bent.
"Master of Lancer. Although I do not know where you are hiding to overlook us, but you disgraced a battle between knights with despicable means... not fitting for a magus's opponent."
At this point, the stalwart Servant smiled savagely, threatening the invisible enemy.
"Have Lancer retreat. If you still insist on humiliating him further, then I will join Saber and Trickster Loki, the three of us will defeat your Servant, how is that?"
"..."
The anger of the hidden magus enveloped the entire battlefield. But he did not hesitate.
" – Retreat, Lancer. That is enough for tonight."
After he heard the command Lancer heaved a sigh of relief and hold his stomach where a large hole was located.
He was coughing blood, wheezing tiredly. Looks like Megidola got him good! Too good then I expected but my SP hit zero.
My SP has not fully recovered from my first wind spell I fired some time ago.
"Wait a second.." I tried to protest but the glare of all Servants and Master stopped me as I gulped. Everyone was tired of today's fighting and drama and no was willing to prolong the fight any longer.
"Fine. But it's not over Lancer. I don't hate you or anything but I am destroying your master. Nothing will change that." I finished with one last glare, wincing from every now and then from headaches.
Lancer nodded at me apologetically and he turned into a spiritual form and disappeared.
After the destructive storm blew across the battlefield, silence arrived.
Soon after, as thought suddenly remembered, the sound of the waves smashing against the cliff and the bustle of faraway streets crept back into the night sky. Lancer's Master must have released the barrier cast in the neighboring area.
Saber gazed at the last person standing on the battlefield, Rider, with complicated feelings.
"... So, why did you come here, King of Conquerors?"
"Ah, I've never considered that properly."
Faced with Saber's inquiry, the stalwart Servant appeared as if it didn't concern him and shrugged nonchalantly.
"All those things like reasons and plans, those bothersome stuff, should be left for future historians to find a reason to give me. Heroes like us only need to obey our hearts' desire, and gallop along the battlefield with our boiling blood."
"... That's something only kings can say."
Saber's disappointed reply was adamant. She believed in the chaste way of knights, a world away from Rider's barbaric principles used justify his actions.
"Oh? Are you saying my way of kingship is alien to you? Hmph, that's just natural."
Rider snorted, and ignored Saber's defiant glare.
"All ways of kingship are unique. For I, who am a king, is as incompatible to you, who are also a king, as fire is to water... You are trying to split this world into two clear bands of black and white."
"That is what I desire. Today, at this place, I'm also going to – "
"Enough, enough, don't be so vigorous."
Rider gave a small smile and pointed at Saber's left hand.
"As Alexander, I won't take advantage over your weakness like others would. Saber, fulfil your promise with Lancer first. Then I would duel with Lancer or you, whoever might be the victor in the battle between the two of you."
"..."
Saber was about to rebuke, but her left thumb is too much of a handicap before Rider. It wouldn't do to underestimate the battle prowess of this Heroic Spirit, who defeated Berserker in one blow.
"Then, King of Knights, we're going to part ways for now. The next time we meet, I'll incite all of my hot blood to fight you... little master, have you got anything else to command?"
Waver looked like a deer caught in a highlight as his wavering gaze fell into me. He slowly raised his finger and pointed at me.
"...How are you alive— or how are you doing all this without any Mana?"
All of their heads turned into my direction as I shrug, "It's because of Super secret cool technique of Matou. LOOK THERE IS BERSERKER BEHIND YOU!"
"Ahhh!" Waver screamed and jumped but Rider quickly grabbed his collar and heaved him up, but this short little Master's eyes were rolled back and he had already fainted.
"That was a mean thing to do." Irisviel chided at me with a frown, trying to suppress the giggle that nearly escaped her throat.
"I summoned Loki for a reason, you know. Hehe, if I survive this I am going to prank the whole world one day." I declared with a large smile as Loki nodded in approval.
"... This one needs to learn how to be unwavering."
Rider sighed and chuckled and placed his Master into his own arms, then tightened the reins of his two divine bulls. The bulls brayed, emitted thunder, and beamed rays of lightning from their hooves as they soared into the sky.
"Farewell!"
Accompanied by the roaring thunder, Rider's chariot galloped into the southern sky.
"Maybe I— oh shit!" I yelled out in panic while shuddering as Loki got shattered in pieces.
Berserker, the black knight charged at us again.
Artoria quickly get on her battle stance in panic, but surprisingly Berserker changed his direction and charged at me.
I didn't even have time to think as black, cold hand of Berserker's hand grasped me from the ground like picking up an apple.
"This is not how you pick up the woman, even if I am not a woman." I yelled out in suppressed panic and fear when Berserker high jumped 10 feets on the street.
The Beautiful duo of this war, AKA, Artoria and Irisviel didn't even give chase as Berserker and I crossed a few blocks during jumps.
Berserker growled slowly as I shrink down in his arms in little fear. Today's excitement, fear, panic and power finally caught up to me as I black dots appeared in my vision.
Headache turned worse as finnaly I fell unconscious in Berserker's arms. One thing is one hundred percent sure, my luck is seriously defective.