In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

While Bai Mao was puzzled, Luo Wei explained to her, "Think about it for a moment, Bai Mao. You can summon a few clones, then the first clone can throw out the second clone, the second clone can throw out the third clone, and the third clone can throw out the fourth clone. That way you can fly away at super high speed, right?"

"Huh? What the heck is this... I get it, you're trying to launch yourself out of the air with external force, right?"

Hassan suddenly realized that she had also witnessed Arash shoot an arrow with the terrifying effect of shooting a meteor. At that time, in order to speed up the train, she had several clones of herself killed.

"Ah...it sounds a bit strange, but the logic is indeed correct."

Upon hearing this idea, Curse Wrist cried out.

"He truly lives up to his reputation as a prophet; even his ideas are so wild. Let's not delay and go find him together."

"Walk."

……

Arash is in a village on the other side of Cursed Arm, so he's quite a distance away.

Under his guidance, Lo Wei traveled with him through the mountains.

The Cursed Arm can suddenly extend, then precisely grab the cliff in front, and then stretch across in a contracting motion, thus traversing the mountains at high speed like a "failed man" or Tarzan.

"I never expected the prophet to come up with such a method, but... isn't it too dangerous? Putting aside how such a reckless approach will be implemented, directly targeting the vicinity of the Holy City, won't we be besieged by the enemy?"

Hassan, the Cursed Arm, grabbed Rowe's arm with one hand and began swinging on it like a mountain with the other, while also discussing the next steps with Rowe.

Although this method is indeed feasible, he still felt it wasn't a good idea no matter how he listened to it.

After all, going in alone and putting himself in danger is not something Luo Wei should be doing. As the leader, he should just stay here and oversee the battle.

The Mountain People, who have now won over the Sun King, have begun establishing transport routes. Soon, a large number of Sphinxes will be transferred from the desert to this area. Once they have amassed a significant force, they can engage in a decisive battle. At this time, it seems unwise for Lovi to go and check on the Holy City.

Even though it's incredibly cruel, there's not much else that can be done right now. Because there's no time to rescue them, the refugees have to be abandoned. Although this is extremely painful for Cursed Wrist, it's for the sake of the bigger picture.

Of course, Luo Wei was aware of this. However, knowing what had happened and being able to do everything in his power to save innocent people while watching them die, only to end up saying "put the bigger picture first," was certainly not in line with his principles and expectations.

He could not ignore the tragedy. He regarded life as the most precious treasure. This was his standard. No one should give up. There was no reason to prioritize the greater good and then comfortably ignore it.

This idea became more tangible when I received the stigmata, especially when I set foot in Jerusalem and walked on this land, and heard the prayers of the believers.

Although he didn't want to admit it, his personality and views were indeed affected to some extent. Although he could have rejected these influences, he eventually accepted them.

This is probably what responsibility is...

Even a fake "son of God" is still a "son of God." Since he has gained the faith of this land, he must eventually make certain sacrifices. That's why he took the initiative to go there when he heard the prayers of the refugees in Saint Ba.

'The Divine Child, the Divine Child… I have a feeling that this 'fake Divine Child,' altered through rituals, is vaguely starting to resemble the real one. You Christians, do you see? I haven't wasted your power.'

Moreover, this trip isn't without its benefits. He can also quickly push forward with Agravure and see if he can rescue Tranquility. Furthermore, Chaldea should be arriving soon, and if they do, their first stop will undoubtedly be the Holy City; they might even run into each other nearby.

and so--

With so many reasons to convince myself, what am I still hesitating about?

"Your kindness truly impresses us..."

After listening to what Rowe had to say, Hassan the Cursed Arm finally smiled and stopped trying to dissuade him, instead rushing forward to help him.

After all, no one can stop a kind saint from saving others, and all he can do is wish Luo Wei good fortune in battle.

Soon, the two landed together in the village where Arash was located, which was the mountain village on the east side.

At the village entrance, Percival, carrying the Holy Lance, stood guard attentively.

"Eh? Saint, you're back! We heard you captured Mordred, so Kai went to find you. We didn't expect you to come in person this time. Did something happen?"

"Yes, I came here to find someone."

"Oh, is that so? Did you come to see me? Is there anything I can help you with?"

Percival raised the Holy Lance, his expression immediately turning serious.

"No, I'm actually here to see Arash."

Arash?

Percival was somewhat puzzled.

Cursed Wrist then explained, "It's that great hero who lives in this village, Archer."

"Haha, so you're here to see me? Come to think of it, I just met Percival not long ago, and I haven't formally introduced myself yet, so he's been calling me Archer."

Suddenly, a cheerful male voice, like that of a friendly older brother, came from inside the village. Immediately afterwards, a young man with short black hair, muscular build and wearing simple armor, walked out of the village.

“…Archer? I see. Your real name is Arash, the great Persian hero. I’m so sorry.”

"No, no, just call me Arash or Archer. To be honest, I've always been a little wary of the Knights of the Round Table, which is why I haven't told you my real name. But so much time has passed, Percival and Kay are already on our side."

Arash smiled and then looked in the direction of Cursed Arm and Rowe, asking questions.

"You're back, Cursed Wrist. And this must be the Prophet, right? He's truly extraordinary. But your soul is beautiful, like a jewel that sparkles with endless light."

As he spoke, Arash, who possessed A-level clairvoyance, was also involuntarily drawn to Rovi when he saw him.

However, he did not follow Ramses II's example and engage in any kind of "meal substitute literature," he merely offered a slight compliment, and that was all.

Because Arash wasn't encountered in this village during the last raid, this time Lovi finally had a formal meeting with this beloved general from his FGO days, who also had the highest bond level with him.

A great hero with a level 15 bond...

This is Lo Wei's best friend.

"I have nothing more to say, great hero..."

As if they had known each other for a long time, Rowe grasped Arash's outstretched hand and then subconsciously shouted out a few familiar skills.

"—A discerning eye."

"what?!"

"—The strategist's loyal advice, the strategist's wisdom."

"!!!"

"--The success of being a master of the art, the allure of a dream, and leadership."

"What...what is this?"

Despite being faced with a bunch of unfamiliar words, Arash felt as if something ingrained in his DNA had been suddenly activated. Cold sweat began to pour down his forehead, and he felt as if his entire body was being filled with energy.

Especially after Lo Wei uttered that final, decisive line—

"Your NP is full, great hero."

"!!!!!!"

In an instant, Arash felt his fighting spirit ignite, every cell trembling with excitement. A terrifying, world-destroying power surged through his body, as if it would burst forth at any moment and crush all enemies into dust!

It was a primal urge to self-destruct!

That feels so scary...

"Haha... The prophet is indeed a prophet. He can fill me with power with just a bunch of words that have no magic. But something feels a bit strange... And I inexplicably feel that you are really kind to me, as if we have known each other for a long time."

That's for sure, isn't it?

No matter what the battle is, you have to be in the lead, so it naturally feels more intimate.

Our encounter took us from Jerusalem all the way to Fairy Britain. Your fireworks are renowned far and wide, known to everyone from Goetia and Tiamat to wyverns—all have tasted your invincible Stella!

"Hmm, maybe it's because we both have black hair."

Luo Wei made up a reason on the spot.

"Oh, that's very possible. Although I also think everyone's hair color is cool, black-haired guys are definitely the most refreshing, right?"

"So black hair is more handsome? But Agravain doesn't seem that handsome..."

The straightforward Percival loudly voiced his thoughts.

“Well then… let’s get down to business, Arash.”

"Alright, although I would love to have a good chat with you, the prophet whom I felt an instant connection with, since you've come to me of your own accord, it's certainly not to discuss such trivial matters."

Although words did bring them closer, Arash didn't mince words when it came to business, asking Rowe directly, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Yes, the Lion King is about to begin a massacre called 'Holy Bastille' in about half a day. I want to go there to see if I can stop it, or if I can save some of the victims. But the journey is too far and I won't make it in time, so I'm asking you to help me this once."

"What?! As expected... has our king still committed such an inhumane act? Depravity, this is truly too depraved... This is like something a fallen angel would do."

Upon hearing Loewy's account, Percival gripped the Holy Lance tightly, his face filled with grief and indignation.

“That’s exactly how it is… I witnessed the horrific scene firsthand when the prophet was away. But back then, I and the Mad Immortal were being chased and couldn’t move, so we were completely unable to protect them… And this time, my injuries are far too severe; going there would only cause more trouble…”

"Cursed Wrist," he said with great regret, then looked at Arash beside him.

"So I'll have to trouble you this time, Arash."

“No problem, no problem, I can’t stand by and watch this happen either. But, do you want me to go with you? I just found out that the Holy City that those refugees were looking forward to was such an inhumane thing. I can’t just sit idly by. If we go directly to the Holy City, is there any chance of fighting the Lion King? Take me with you.”

Arash was undoubtedly extremely interested in what Rowe had said.

"No, Arash, you have to stay here. After all, we came to you so that you could help me get here quickly. If you run over there, by the time you arrive, it will probably be over."

"Ah...you're right, but it's too much for you to go alone..."

"Take me there!"

Then Percival suddenly stood up and said decisively, "Arash is right. The Saint alone is indeed too dangerous. It would be better to add me. As a Grail Knight, it is my duty to protect the Saint. Moreover, as a Knight of the Round Table, I cannot stand idly by and watch my King's sins."

"So, Brother Percival is going too? That puts my mind at ease."

Upon hearing that Percival had volunteered, Arash immediately put aside his hesitation and smiled with relief.

"Then, come over here all of you."

After saying that, he led the two to a towering cliff.

This puzzled Percival. Looking down at the endless sea of ​​clouds, he couldn't help but ask, "Does Arash actually have some kind of flying phantom mount? How come you can set off from here...?"

"No, no, after all, I am Archer, not Rider."

As Arash answered, he pulled two enormous arrows, as big as pillars, from the ground and planted them straight in the ground.

"..."

Luo Wei consciously wrapped several chains around his waist and closed his eyes, clearly having made a great commitment.

"what?"