You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

Her incredibly resilient waist bent in a breathtaking arc, her long, emerald-green hair trailing across the grass, and a sharp sword strike swept over Atalanta, severing a tree that would take three people to encircle.

call!

Faced with crisis, Atalanta took it lightly. Without pausing for a moment, she used her waist to flip over, her limbs flexing and extending like a cat stretching, defying the laws of physics, and instantly changed direction, soaring to the top of a tall tree trunk.

Whoosh!

A slender and agile figure leaped in, disappearing into the lush greenery without a trace, leaving only the faint sound of the wind.

"pity……"

Iori appeared in the open space, gazing at the spot where Atalanta had disappeared, a hint of regret in her eyes.

Unfortunately, he had already revealed his "Instant Step" when he was hiding with Sera, otherwise this attack would have at least injured Atalanta.

Of course, Type-Moon is different from Akagi: Kill! This is a world with a wide variety of skills and Noble Phantasms. Not to mention high-speed movement, there are also technologies such as "shrinking the earth", "instant teleportation" and "space folding". The Heroic Spirits are well-informed and may not be scared by Iori.

Don't try to bully people here like you did in "Akatsuki"...

It takes real strength!

If this continues, Iori will probably be bled to death before she even gets close to the other person.

"Wound?"

Iori discovered that his wounds were slowly healing, and a pure magical energy was being transported into his body through an unseen passage, helping him repair his damaged spirit.

"Sera is working very hard too!"

This is a healing spell, which most qualified magicians can use. It usually requires physical contact to take effect, but because of the connection between the Master and the Servant, the healing magic can be sent directly.

With such strong support from the Master, it would be too embarrassing for a Servant to suffer a defeat in their first battle... but continuing to pursue this will likely not end well.

How could Iori, a seasoned player, not recognize such a classic "kite-flying" tactic?

Atalanta, an archer who isn't good at melee combat, must be confident to play this. In fact, with two powerful skills at her disposal, she shouldn't be caught unless there's a huge difference in absolute speed.

Besides, this is in the forest...

Okay, it's decided! We'll use the new tactics!

"Escape げるんだよォ~!"

Without hesitation, abandoning Atalanta, Iori turned and ran towards Sera.

"Sorry, I'm not the kind of guy who's persistent and clingy. I'm not interested in women I can't win over!"

In the dense forest, the female hunter paused slightly, her mouth slightly agape as she watched Iori's decisive turn. She probably hadn't expected Iori to be so resolute; she had thought the other would try a little harder... However, the surprise on her lips quickly turned into a mysterious smile.

"Hmph~ Naive fellow, actually exposing his back to an Archer!"

Once again nocking the magic arrow, the huntress stepped on a branch and began her pursuit of the fleeing...Iori made a triumphant turnaround.

Perhaps Iori isn't the type of man who's persistent and clingy, but Atalanta is definitely a determined woman who will never let go of the prey that her eyes have caught!

In mythology, all the men who pursued her but failed to win her heart died by her arrows!

Her beautiful eyes lit up slightly, and her extraordinary eyesight made her stare intently at Iori's back, never looking away.

It's still a hundred meters... Iori can't shorten this insurmountable barrier, and Atalanta won't let him widen it!

Chapter 103: Suddenly I Have the Right to Propose

The chase through the forest continued, but this time the roles were reversed. Unlike Atalanta's agile movements, Iori focused more on pure explosive power, often using Shunpo to dodge Atalanta's arrows, and the trees became excellent shields.

What's suspicious is that although Iori is capable of long-distance movement, she never jumps too far each time, and she is basically always within the hunter's field of vision. Even if she goes slightly beyond that range, she can quickly lock onto the target again.

He seemed to be leading me somewhere—Atalanta, as a battle-hardened hero who had participated in the Calydon hunt and the Golden Fleece expedition, could naturally see through the trick.

But she did not stop there, because the battlefield was located in the forest, and being favored by the goddess Artemis, her perception was far superior to that of ordinary Servants. Therefore, she was certain that apart from the church in the distance, there was no third Servant nearby.

As long as she doesn't fall into an attack by multiple Servants, she is confident that she can deal with any trap!

This confidence comes from the Knight class's [Magic Resistance] and her innate [Arcdia Crossing] ability!

However, she was also careful, and in the ensuing pursuit, she only used ordinary magic arrows to constantly pressure Iori with dense attacks, without using charged shots that consumed more energy—even though she was not short of magic power.

Although the Master is a coward who prefers to hide behind the scenes and entrust the command to the priest, while he himself never shows himself in order to save his own life... This makes the Huntress very unhappy, but she has to admit that the other party is still very good as a Master. At least the transmission efficiency of the magic channel is very high, so she has not felt any constraints in the battle so far.

Archer is naturally suited for solo combat, and Atalanta doesn't think that not having a Master's support is a big problem.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Two figures flashed by quickly, soon traversing most of the forest. The surrounding trees grew increasingly dense, and Iori finally arrived at the designated location.

Passing through the dense canopy of trees, Iori leaped down, and deep in this dense forest, there was a small pyramid that looked like it was made of crystal!

He seemed to want to escape with his Master, but before he could release his Kido, Atalanta had already caught up with him.

"Tsk!"

Iori swung his blade to block the arrow, and at the same time, the small pyramid opened one side under his control. A silver-haired, red-eyed girl hurriedly walked out, carrying only a box in her hand, not even caring about the many precious cultural relics that had been packed up.

"Berserker! Come here right now!"

Sera shouted, and Iori understood immediately. With lightning speed, she scooped up her Master and flew into the shadows of the forest.

It turned out that she wanted to protect her Master—Atalanta no longer hesitated.

Although she didn't have the "Thousand-Mile Eyes," she had excellent eyesight even without them. With her eyes enhanced by magic, she could see very clearly that the beautiful silver-haired woman was indeed just a human.

The only possible explanation for their presence here at this moment is that they are the enemy's Master.

Was the reason for their hasty escape and the exposure of such a large flaw due to the Master's orders?

Atalanta believed that Iori was a swordsman with excellent combat skills and should not have made such an obvious mistake. However, if it was a choice made by a Master with no combat experience in a panic... then everything would make sense.

Of course, even so, Atalanta could not recklessly pursue, and she patiently maintained the standard distance of 100 meters.

The opponent was already on the defensive, and now with an added burden, the scales of victory have tipped in her favor. A hunter who is confident of victory has no reason to press a cornered beast. Letting the wounded prey struggle slowly until it is completely powerless is the wisest course of action.

The confident female hunter kept her sights on her prey and continued her pursuit with swift strides, a green figure flashing through the forest.

However, just as she was about to pass the place where Sera was hiding, for some reason, even though she could have jumped over directly, she inexplicably chose to cross over the ground.

This was a sudden, unprovoked thought. Atalanta didn't even have time to realize something was wrong. As she flew by, the wide-open "pyramid" came into her view.

I didn't want to get distracted!

I didn't want to look away!

This can't be stopped!

But the huntress couldn't help but glance at it, couldn't help but slow down, and couldn't help but divert her attention to this side.

Inside that pyramid, in that small treasure chamber, all sorts of rare and precious artifacts were scattered haphazardly, seemingly devoid of any value that would make one want to linger.

However, by sheer chance... or perhaps by some kind of inevitability, a glittering gold streak flashed through the garbage heap and entered Atalanta's field of vision, slowly magnifying in her beautiful but mesmerized eyes.

That's gold!

No further explanation is needed; it is the most symbolic, widely circulated, and widely recognized "wealth" in human civilization.

Even before the rise of humankind, in the era when gods ruled the world, this was a treasure that captivated all intelligent life.

Pure gold, unprocessed and pristine, seems like a beautiful embodiment flowing from a dream... its very existence is an allure!

No one can look away, no one can abandon it, no one can escape its curse—

Oops! ! !

Suddenly snapping back to her senses, Atalanta's eyes regained their clarity. Her body was still on the run, though her movements were slightly stiff. The long gaze she had just been holding seemed to have passed in a mere instant in reality.

But this moment of carelessness set off a deadly alarm bell in the hunter's mind!

　——Bang!

The muffled thud came from her abdomen. The sudden impact made the hunter feel as if her internal organs were about to be squeezed out. A mouthful of metallic sweetness rose in her throat, accompanied by a dry cough.

"I'm catching up with you!"

This punch instantly disrupted Atalanta's balance, negated her momentum, and sent her flying backward in the opposite direction!

But this was clearly not the end. Before she could even regroup, a powerful wrist grabbed the hunter's ankle, and a surge of strange force sent a jolt through her, making her well-trained thighs tremble.

Bang!

"cough!"

Atalanta was thrown to the ground, her whole body wracked with excruciating pain, as if her bones were being broken, especially her ankles. She suspected that her prized mobility had been crippled by her opponent.

Whoosh!

Even in this predicament, the hunter still chose to fight back. She suddenly exerted force in her waist, and her whole body burst out with amazing resilience like a fish coming ashore. She managed to break free from her restraints before Iori could generate new strength.

With one leg bent and extended, Atalanta leaped high into the air, turned, and aimed her bow at Iori—

A glimpse of gold flashed in my peripheral vision.

call out!

The arrow shot out, but Iori stood still and didn't move. The arrow grazed the side of his head and didn't hurt him at all.

Archer messed up!

"Varied--!"

Atalanta was filled with shock and anger, but she was in an unprecedentedly weak state, both mentally and physically, and seemed powerless to reverse the situation.

No, there is still one more chance, and that is the Servant's ultimate trump card—the release of their Noble Phantasm!

"【Nine Luminaries Binding】!"

Iori didn't want to give her a chance. In mid-air, Atalanta's body was trapped by nine dark magic balls that appeared out of nowhere. Four of them enveloped her hands and feet, while the other five formed spirit stakes from different directions.

"hateful!"

Atalanta, as one of the Three Knights, possesses [magic resistance], but unfortunately, she is only at the D rank, which is slightly stronger than the E rank of a certain red-clad worker—meaning she is immune to most modern magic.

However, Iori had already made preparations in secret, and even silently completed the chanting of the 79th High-Rank Binding Spell, which was clearly beyond the scope of resistance to [Magic Resistance D].

Moreover, due to the effect of a certain relic, Atalanta's "mental resistance" has been weakened, and she now feels inexplicably weak even when she is not injured.

"Let me go! You despicable bastard!"

"Don't praise me like that, it makes me feel embarrassed."

Iori held the Rhine gold in her hand and examined it carefully in the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees.

"Women really do love gold, regardless of age or race..."

"It's not the Apple of Gold, but it'll still distract you, Atalanta."

"Why...do you know my real name?"

"There have probably been very few female archers in the entire history of humankind with such speed, right?"

Not to mention its extremely distinctive physical features—Iori glanced at its cat ears and tail.

Even if you haven't seen the original animation, as long as you have some knowledge of Greek history, you should be able to guess who this running champion who is good at archery is.

"I never imagined I'd lose again in such a humiliating way... Ugh! Just kill me!"

"You seem to think I'm some kind of bad person," Iori smiled. "But perhaps it's just a misunderstanding?"

【Ding! 】

Just then, a familiar notification sound rang in his mind, and a stream of information flowed into his brain, making the smile on Iori's face turn strange.

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[The fastest flower wedding·Atalanta]

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