A certain crossover anime's nuclear-powered sword immortal

"I told you to wake me up as soon as it gets dark, what's going on?"

"I'm so sorry, I just hope you can rest a bit more and recharge your energy."

Upon hearing Rider's words, Webber's face showed a look of confusion.

"what does that mean?"

Rider looked up out the window. Fuyuki City was still quiet at night, but it inexplicably gave people an extremely oppressive feeling.

It felt as if a storm could break out at any moment, just like the terrifying battle between Lancer and Archer last night that caused widespread destruction.

Even Rider admitted that he was shocked by the power unleashed by Lancer and Archer, and that he had no confidence in defeating either side.

As a result, Rider is now taking this Holy Grail War more seriously than before.

"I have a feeling that the outcome will be decided tonight."

Upon hearing Rider's words, Webber seemed to sense something as well.

"Yeah, I feel like the atmosphere tonight is more oppressive than usual, or rather... like a storm is about to break..."

Just as Webber spoke, beams of light suddenly lit up the sky outside.

"What are those...?"

"It seems that other heroic spirits have extended an invitation to us to duel. In that case, there's no reason not to go!"

Rider laughed heartily, then drew his Celtic longsword and raised it high into the sky.

"Show yourself, my BMW!"

Accompany

Rider's shout brought a warhorse that shattered the void.

Those were undoubtedly a group of battle-hardened steeds that once carried the 'Conqueror King' Iskandar across the world.

"Come on up, kid, let's go to this final battle together."

Rider reached out his hand to Webber below, but Webber hesitated for a moment before taking a half step back when he saw the large hand reaching out to him.

"what happened to you?"

Rider looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Webber, however, kept his head slightly lowered, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

He was now perfectly clear-headed, fully aware of his own limitations. His magic skills were only third-rate, having been completely exhausted after just one use of his Reality Marble at 'Miyuki River'.

After that, Rider could only fight using the little magic he had slowly stored up.

Although Rider didn't complain at all and even encouraged himself, Webber only felt worse.

Honestly, do I, so weak, really deserve to fight alongside the king?

In any case, he was just a third-rate magician, and even if he participated in this duel between heroic spirits, he wouldn't be able to help in any way.

If that's the case, then why bother going along with it?

Waver felt somewhat disheartened. At his age, he was still only at this level of magic, which goes without saying how mediocre his talent was. He was a third-rate magician who was not worthy of being the Master of a powerful Heroic Spirit like Iskandar the Conqueror.

However, if one can offer even a small contribution at the end, then the trip will not have been in vain.

Thinking this, Waver raised his right hand, which was adorned with Command Seals, and pointed it toward Rider.

"I, Weber Velvet, command it with a Command Spell—"

Under the moonlight, Waver used his first Command Spell.

"Rider, you must achieve the final victory."

The Command Seal glowed with a dazzling scarlet light, which then quickly disappeared.

Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Final Battle

Because Weber's commands were too vague, they were unlikely to be effective unless they were more specific.

However, in Waver's view, Rider's mana is already more than enough and does not need to be replenished.

Increase his strength? He is the 'King of Conquerors', and his own martial prowess is already excellent. However, the Servants summoned by his Noble Phantasm "King's Army" are all area-of-effect attackers, so increasing his individual strength is meaningless.

"Reply to him with a command spell—"

All Weber can do now is offer his heartfelt wishes.

"Rider, you must obtain the Holy Grail!"

A crimson light shone, and in the light, Waver could clearly see that the 'Conqueror King' was simply looking at him calmly, without uttering a word.

He probably understood that it was pointless.

Weber thought with a touch of sadness.

"Then report back with a Command Spell—"

Then, that sadness, which reached the tip of his tongue, transformed into an even more resolute voice.

"Rider, you must conquer the whole world, failure is not an option!"

The Command Seals on the back of my hand disappeared completely with a final flash of light, leaving a smooth, white surface without a trace.

After using all his Command Seals, Waver felt completely drained, and that feeling of despondency he had felt before surged back into his heart.

"Alright, that means I'm no longer your Master, and we have no relation anymore."

Weber took a deep breath and turned around.

"Go away, go wherever you want."

Weber, who was just about to make the difficult decision to leave, found his first step hanging in the air.

“Ehhhhhhh——!?”

He watched as the ground gradually detached from him and exclaimed in surprise.

Rider grabbed Webber by the collar like he was a chick and lifted him up, then put him on the horse.

"Of course I'll leave right away, but since you've given me such a long-winded order, you must be prepared to witness all of this, right?"

Webber felt utterly ashamed and indignant that all the mental preparations he had just made had been so easily thwarted by Rider.

He waved his arms at the air in response, shouting hysterically.

"I already told you, I don't have any Command Seals anymore! I've given up on being a Master, so why are you still taking me with you!?"

However, Rider simply chuckled and patted him on the shoulder.

Even if you are no longer my Master, you are still my friend.

Upon hearing this, Weber finally stopped, his eyes immediately reddening, and tears uncontrollably streaming down his face, no matter how hard he tried to hold them back.

"me……"

Weber's voice became choked with emotion.

"Does someone like me... really deserve to be by your side?"

Even if I'm just a third-rate magician,

Even considering his own mediocre talents, he was just an insignificant figure in the world. Could someone like him really walk alongside the great 'Conqueror King' Iskandar?

Weber had this question echoing in his mind.

However, all the complexities and sadness in his heart were swept away by the hearty laughter that followed.

"You've been to the battlefield with me several times, and you're still saying things like this!"

Rider casually patted Webber on the shoulder.

"Up until now, you and I have always faced the same enemy: our friend! You can stand tall and proud beside me!"

Seeing Webber's flushed face, Rider simply smiled and grabbed the reins.

"Then, let us now respond to my friend's first Command Spell!"

"...Ah, I will definitely see it with these eyes!"

The legendary horse neighed in victory and began to gallop, leading the king and the magician, who were connected by heart, towards the decisive battle with their mortal enemy.

The smoke signal indicated the location of the steel bridge across the Weiyuan River.

Where Weber couldn't see, a jet-black raven spread its wings and began to fly towards "Weiyuanchuan".

That was a "familiar".

Scenes unfolded rapidly before the red-haired boy's eyes in a cinematic manner, as if he were watching a movie firsthand.

At this moment, Shirou quietly focused his gaze on the image, like the most attentive viewer.

……

Shirou was currently sitting on a horizontal steel pillar on a bridge near the coast of the "Mien River".

He leaned against a vertical steel pillar, his gaze fixed on the distant road under the city lights of the night.

It was almost 2 a.m.

The city streets were quieter than usual as people slept, probably out of fear of the frequent strange events. People who were used to being out at night also heeded the authorities' advice not to go out at night these days.

Staying at home obediently, you can't even see a car on the street at night.

Only the asphalt road surface, bathed in the chill of the winter night, was illuminated by the streetlights, appearing pale and lifeless.

It was late at night, but the bridge was still as bright as day.

"Master, they've arrived."

Not far ahead, Saber, who was standing by the railing on the roadside near the bridge, spoke to Shirou at that moment.

Because they weren't far apart, the special communication method between Master and Servant wasn't used.

"Yeah, I feel it."

Saber stood upright beside Shirou with her arms crossed, letting the night breeze make the single ahoge (cowlick) on her head sway from side to side.

Up the deserted street, suspended in mid-air shrouded in darkness, a magnificent horse gallops through the extraordinary scenery, seemingly oblivious to its surroundings.

Webber Velvet sat atop the swaying back of the horse, with the broad, sturdy chest of the "Conqueror" behind him.