Type Moon: Social Death Nickname, Starting Lady Crane

That big hand gently stroked Weber's head without saying anything.

At this moment, the Time Tower.

El-Melloi II watched the scene on the screen.

His eyes instantly turned red.

This man who always laughed heartily remained in his memory.

As a minister, I have not slacked off in these years.

"Emperor, I am living well as you wish."

"Emperor, although it is still very superficial at the moment, I am still following in your footsteps."

"If it were me now, I wouldn't be so lagging behind."

As El-Melloi II muttered.

All the other students remained silent.

They could sense that their professor was definitely in a bad mood.

Even the most active Flat was sitting quietly in his seat at this moment, not disturbing El Melloi II.

However, they still thought that the professor was one of the few survivors.

What a brutal battle it was.

Now it seems that he survived because he quit halfway?

"If that's the case, it's quite disappointing."

"I knew the professor's magic skills were average, but I didn't expect it to be like this."

Flat muttered in a voice that only those around him could hear.

The screen continues to play!!!

...Well, now I am no longer your Master... I am nothing.

Waver uttered these words with his head lowered.

He also didn't want to know what expression Rider was looking at him with right now. Perhaps he was shaking his head at the coward who had given up the fight, or maybe he was smiling with relief at being freed from his incompetent master.

He didn't want to see either expression. If possible, he even hoped that Rider would completely forget that they had ever met.

Go ahead, wherever you want to go. You... have already...

Waver heard Rider respond calmly.

Then, the sound of horse hooves pounding the ground, gradually receding, would be heard. Just as Waver was thinking this, someone suddenly grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up. The next second, he was gently carried to Bucephalus's back.

Of course I will march immediately—but since you've given me so many long-winded orders, you must be mentally prepared to see it through to the end, right? Until I complete all my orders.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! You, you... Hey, hey...!

Waver's voice trembled in embarrassment at having his will so easily overturned. Bucephalus also snorted heavily, as if mocking his panic.

It's clearly just a four-legged beast, but even its smile resembles that of its rider.

When Waver thought of this, he burst into a roar due to an overwhelming surge of emotion that he himself didn't even understand.

I don't have a Command Seal! I'm no longer a Master! Why are you still taking me with you?

Even if you are not the Master, you are still my friend.

The gentle smile on Rider's face was the same as usual.

When Waver realized that Rider's words were meant for himself, if not others, the strongest part of his heart collapsed. Although he had been carefully guarding it, the collapse only lasted for a brief moment.

Too many tears flowed out in one breath, and when the tears flowed under my nose, they mixed with the nasal mucus, making my whole face a mess. I couldn't even breathe properly, let alone speak.

But he still couldn't help but choked and asked:

...Is it really possible for someone like me... to stand by you...?

Silly boy, you and I have been through so many battles together, and you are still saying such nonsense.

The King of Conquerors did not care that the boy was already out of breath from crying. He treated it as drunken talk at a banquet, and smiled while patting the boy's thin shoulders.

Didn't you once stand with me against a powerful enemy? Then you are my friend. You should hold your head high and walk proudly alongside me.

Weber forgot to laugh at himself.

He had put behind him the humiliations of the past, the anxieties about the future, the fear of death that was about to come.

Only the firm belief in conquering victory took deep root in his empty heart.

Waver now stood with the King, without defeat or humiliation. If he could trust in the King's path to dominance, and walk along that path, no matter how feeble his feet, he would eventually reach the end of the world. Waver now had no doubt of this.

Then let's carry out the order of the first Command Spell. Boy, you must open your eyes and see carefully.

...Well, carry out my command. Right in front of me!

The legendary stallion neighed like a roar of victory. It broke into a gallop, unleashing its full hooves to carry the tyrant and magician, a pair of souls connected, to the site of the decisive battle.

The place of destiny pointed out by the wolf smoke is on the other side of the Miyuan River, the fourth-ranked spiritual vein in Fuyuki.

At this moment, looking at this scene on the screen.

El-Melloi II's eyes were red and completely broken.

The other beings in the Clock Tower also sighed when they saw how Iskandar treated El-Melloi II.

"It is because of encountering such a Servant that the Second Generation became the Second Generation."

"I wonder if the Second Emperor will feel tired after spending his entire life searching for the background of that great emperor."

"It is because of this experience that the Second Generation was able to achieve such outstanding results!!!"

Inside the clock tower, the other monarchs discussed this and expressed their opinions.

Although as a magician, the actions of the second generation, that is, Weber, were indeed stupid and irrational.

And as a Heroic Spirit, Iskandar was not blinded by his emotions.

But it is precisely because of this that we can create the El Melloi II of today!

The scene continues to play!!! Fuyuki Civic Hall

The total investment in this building facility is over 8 billion yen, and together with the Central Building in front of the station, it can be regarded as the two major symbols of the Fuyuki New City development plan.

Kotomine Kirei stood on the rooftop, looking up with a calm expression at the smoke and dust raised by the magic signal he had emitted in the night wind.

This building doesn't even have decent security measures, and all you have to do to get in is break the door lock.

The preparations for the ceremony and the preliminary work to meet the enemy have been successfully completed. Now all we have to do is wait for the remaining enemies attracted by the signal fire to appear.

He never showed his emotions before a battle. The Agent did not feel a ferocious excitement at the prospect of bloodshed, nor did he need to chat and laugh to ease his frayed nerves.

They were constrained, thoroughly trained as tools of divine will, and would face death with a calm, unwavering demeanor, doing what was necessary. This long period of study had given Kirei the calm and indifferent expression of a clinical physician.

But one by one

"Hmph, Kirei. Your expression tonight is different from usual. You seem particularly excited."

Archer appeared on the rooftop with leisurely footsteps. His teasing made Kirei smile bitterly inwardly.

In the eyes of this all-seeing Heroic Spirit, what exactly did Kirei's poker face, which seemed to be nothing different from his usual self, actually look like? Even subtle emotions that Kirei himself was unaware of escaped Archer's eagle eyes.

Kirei was surprised at first, but now he was used to it.

Really? So I'm really excited? In his mind, he only had this thought as if it had nothing to do with him.

The King of Heroes seemed to have just returned from a night out on the streets, still wearing his usual extravagant and frivolous clothes.

In his bright red eyes, there was only the afterglow of enjoyment, and there was still no sign of the tension before the decisive battle.

This Heroic Spirit's inner and outer qualities were identical, with no discernible difference. It seemed that for him, the final battle to determine the Holy Grail's possessor was merely a form of amusement.

Well, what should I do, Kirei? Is it enough for me to just wait here?

For Archer, a single order from the Master would influence his evaluation of the Master. Kirei knew this very well, and after careful consideration, he shook his head and said:

Unleashing your power near the Holy Grail could jeopardize the ritual itself. If you want a proper fight, it's best to send you out to meet the enemy head-on.

Well, alright. But if this place is attacked while I'm away, how will you respond?

I'll have Berserker hold off the enemy, and I'll use this time to call you back. I'll need the power of the Command Spells then, is that okay?

Yes. But I cannot guarantee the safety of the Holy Grail. Tonight, I will exert all my might, and I might even overturn this cramped, shabby room.

Although this is the worst-case scenario, if it really turns out that way, it's destined to happen.

Seeing Kirei nod decisively, Archer narrowed his eyes slightly.

Kirei, it seems you've found the answer to the meaning of battle. Even now, you still don't have a wish you'd like the Holy Grail to fulfill? Even if you hold a miracle in your hands, would you still want nothing?

Well, so what?

It's not finished yet, but you've got the container. The Holy Grail might now accept pre-orders.

...Hmm, I see. If it's really possible to make an appointment in advance, then that means the miracle will happen immediately when the Holy Grail descends, right?

Kirei sighed with little interest, and after thinking about it, he shook his head in denial.

I still can't think of a wish. If I had to say it, it's probably just that I hope no one interferes with this final battle. It's pointless to say it now, but this area is full of houses, and if possible, I'd like to fight it out in a completely deserted place, free from worries.

Kirei's dull answer made Kilgamesh snort helplessly.

Really, it seems that the things hidden in your heart can only be felt by the Holy Grail itself.

In the end, although these two people were closer to the Holy Grail than anyone else, they cared less about it than anyone else. For them, the most important thing was not to obtain the Holy Grail, but to destroy those who gathered towards it.

Looking at the two people chatting and laughing in the picture.

During the Fourth Holy Grail War, Tōsaka Tokiomi had a puzzled look on his face.

Obviously, I am Archer's Master!!!

As for Kirei Mine, he should also leave Fuyuki.

But why did Kotomine Kirei become Archer's Master in the picture?

But he didn't show up?

Could it be that something happened to me?

However, even if something happened to him, Archer, as a Servant, should have disappeared. Why could he change the Master?

"What happened after that?!!!"

Tōsaka Tokiomi spoke in great confusion.

At this moment, Gilgamesh, who knew everything, looked at Tōsaka Tokiomi and said nothing.

After all, in his opinion, Tōsaka Tokiomi was an existence that could not bring him joy.

Such a person is indeed not qualified to be his Master.

The awakened Kotomine Kirei can share his joy, this is what a qualified Master is!!!

On the other side, the Fifth Holy Grail War.

Looking at Gilgamesh in the picture.

Toosaka Rin couldn't help but curl her lips.

"This Kinpika, no matter which world line, no matter which Holy Grail War, is always so annoying!!!"

285: The King’s Army!

At this moment, the picture continues to play!!!

The time is two o'clock in the morning.

The sleeping streets were even quieter than usual.

The series of incidents seem to have scared the residents who like to stay up late. In the past few days, everyone has complied with the call to avoid going out at night and stayed at home.

There were no cars on the road, only the pale light of the street lamps illuminated the cold asphalt road in the winter chill.

The town is completely devoid of human activity, making people feel as if they are in a toy-set that has been enlarged to life size.

If a place that ordinary people cannot understand is called an "other world", then Fuyuki City tonight certainly fits the description.