Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

"Is it really me who is holding you back? I'm sorry, Berserker, for having you have to deal with an incompetent Master like me."

Feeling the wriggling of the worms in his body, and the Berserker's constant spiritual form out of consideration for him, Matou Kariya lowered his head and revealed a bitter smile.

"If you were summoned by someone else, you would surely be able to display your power. You are a king after all. It's a shame that you can't appear all day."

"Huhu, who said that? I'm very satisfied with you as a Master. Although the conditions for judging Master qualifications of other classes may vary, to become my Master in this aspect, you must endure the flames of Purgatory and remain undeterred."

In just half a second, Kariya felt his shoulder being patted by the Berserker's materialized claws. It was the king's encouragement to his subjects.

"So stand tall. You have withstood my fire of accountability. You are not a sinner. And you have rescued this girl, haven't you? You can be proud of it."

"...I didn't expect to be praised by Berserker. I'm still an incompetent Master after all, but—"

Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Kariya held Sakura's hand tightly and took another limping step.

He looked so miserable and disheveled, but to Sakura, who was looking at his back, he exuded the glory of a hero.

"--Thank you for saving Sakura and me that night. It was great to be able to summon you. I am far luckier than Tokiomi to be responded to by you, the Lionhearted King. This is the only thing I can be sure of."

The disabled man took the broken girl off the street. They still had to find a place to stay for the night. Neither Kariya nor Sakura from the Matou family wanted to go back.

However, despite their homelessness, there was a light of freedom in the depths of their eyes. Kariya raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a genuine smile.

"Let's go, Berserker. Even if it's for Sakura's future, we must continue this Holy Grail War."

"of course."

Beside him, a response like a lion's roar echoed.

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"Caster, why are you always looking over there? Is there anything there?"

Illya pulled Aiwen's hand curiously and looked towards the other end of the crowd.

"Nothing serious, just a group of combatants passing by."

Aiwen withdrew his gaze and put on a smile again.

"They will have their own destiny, which has nothing to do with us. Let's go. It's better to take care of Aunt Irisviel's condition as soon as possible."

"Yeah! Hurry up, Illya will save Mom!"

Illya raised her right hand cutely with a serious sense of mission on her face. This childish innocence attracted the kind gazes of the uncles and aunts around her, which made her blush.

"hehe."

Aiwen picked up Illya with amusement, letting her bury her head in his shoulder, then turned and walked towards the remains of last night's war.

——Originally, that place should be a ruin.

"What a high staircase!"

Illya opened her mouth wide and looked at the place in front of her which had changed drastically with shining eyes.

It is not the elegant and neat mansion at the beginning, nor is it the messy and bumpy place after the war. It looks like a painting covered with a new layer, and the overall look is brand new.

The land was filled in, the original rubble was erased, and in its place was a towering pyramid-shaped building.

It is built entirely of earth and stones, and is as high as a ten-story building. At a glance, it looks like layers of gradually smaller square stone slabs stacked up. On the top floor is a bright and airy hall. Every brick and every carving inside reveals the ancient spirit. A temple-level workshop was built overnight.

Under the sunlight, the shadow of the temple covered a large area of residential houses around it. When they woke up, they could only stare blankly at this building that seemed to have come from ancient times.

Faced with such a spectacle, there were bound to be people coming to join in the fun, but they were all stopped more than ten meters away by the cordon set up by official personnel.

The official explanation for this anomaly was that the Tohsaka family kindly donated their land for filming, and that the tall temple was just a paper-pasted shell, not actually made of earth or stone.

Of course, the response measures did not stop there. Reporters across the city received warnings and no reports were leaked on television.

In this era before the rise of online media, blocking newspapers and television is enough to block 80% of the information dissemination.

Father Kotomine Risei put a lot of effort into this, but every time he saw the towering building, he felt his heart stop for a few seconds.

"Damn Caster, damn Einzbern, do they really want to win? They actually allowed Caster to establish such a large-scale position. Where did they throw the principle of secrecy to the wind?"

Kotomine Riki was pacing back and forth in the church's basement, extremely anxious, and next to him stood Assassin's Master Kotomine Kirei.

"Kirei, what did the assassin say? Is there any way for him to approach and investigate that position?"

"Reporting to Father, the assassin was able to penetrate the outer perimeter of this temple, but the top floor is protected by the magic of the Age of Gods, and he is unable to do anything."

The young man replied respectfully, his submissive attitude as if he was not the Master, but his father.

"That's only natural. After all, he's the Hero King. Even if he appeared as a Caster, a mere Assassin wouldn't be able to stand up to him."

The old priest was not disappointed, but anxiously stared at the magic gift set on the table used for communication. He had just asked Tokiomi about it, but there was no response.

"Why haven't the Tōsaka family made any moves? Caster used their spiritual vein entrance to build his workshop, and compared to our church, magicians should adhere to the principle of concealing secrets more. What on earth is Tokiomi thinking?"

Kotomine Ri was feeling confused. He had never thought that anything would happen to Tōsaka Tokiomi, because the strongest King of Heroes was his Servant.

Apart from the assassin on his side, no one in this war could kill him silently.

"Father, there is new news about Assassin."

At this moment, Kotomine Kirei, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke, and the content of his words immediately diverted the old priest's attention.

"What is it?"

"He said Archer had just entered the highest level of the temple and was apparently chatting with Caster. The two of them probably had no intention of fighting during the day."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Risho was greatly relieved. At least these two gentlemen had no intention of taking action during the day. Otherwise, no matter how hard he tried, he would not be able to shut up the entire Fuyuki City population.

"Also, Caster's Master, the child-like Einzbern android, is approaching with her entourage."

Kotomine Kirei added this casually, to which the old priest waved his hand without much concern.

"It's normal. The Master and Servant just reunited. There's nothing wrong. Let Assassin continue to monitor."

"I see."

With an indescribable sense of emptiness, Kotomine Kirei obeyed his father's order, but the moment he lowered his head, he inadvertently saw the information about the Master on the table. On the top of the stack of papers was a portrait of Emiya Kiritsugu.

"This is……"

His lifeless eyes widened, and as if fate had turned a corner, he involuntarily stretched out his hand.

……

On the other side, it took Illya and Aiwen more than ten minutes to finally reach the top of the temple. Illya squatted on the ground without caring about her image and rubbed her feet.

She no longer had any of the excitement she had when she first saw it, and the long staircase had worn away all her good impression of the building.

"Caster, hug~~"

The snow elf-like girl decisively sought support. She was too tired to walk anymore.

What could Aiwen do? He could only take on the rickshaw's duties once again, carrying Illya on his back. Perhaps this was the side effect of borrowing Uncle B's spiritual power; he couldn't escape his fate of becoming Illya's means of transportation.

But Illya is light and soft, and it's very comfortable to hug her.

The space at the top of the temple is not too big, only about one hundred square meters. It can be seen that Gilgamesh was a little restrained and did not copy the throne he had in Uruk.

But before the two of them entered the hall, they heard an impressive laugh.

"Uhhahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!" x2

The already noisy sounds doubled, and the collisions between them made Illya cover her ears in distress.

Needless to say, it was naturally the credit of the two golden people sitting opposite each other in the hall.

The two of them seemed to be treating this place as a banquet venue. The ground was filled with all kinds of delicacies and fine wines. They chatted and laughed with each other while drinking.

"Well done! This is how a magician who offends the king should be dealt with. I agree with you on this point, my young self."

"Of course, it seems you haven't lost the rigor of being a king, old man."

The two men clinked their glasses with a sneer, and Tōsaka Tokiomi's miserable end was only worthy of being a side dish in their idle chat.

"Don't talk nonsense. My laws are strict, but not harsh. This is completely different from yours. During my time, humanity has awakened and naturally no longer needs me, the king, to be a violent force to discipline them."

"Isn't this only natural? If I can't even lift the curtain of the farewell between man and god before I die, then what qualifications do I have to be called the King of Men?"

The two people tilted their heads back and drank the wine, seemingly complaining about each other, but in fact they were praising themselves.

"But old man, are you really that satisfied with summoning your bastard? You even used the Uruk Cup. To us, this is cheating."

"Heh, I think it's worth it. Besides, this Holy Grail War is not simple. I can sense the shadows surging in the dark."

Chapter 138 Come meet me, heroes! (4k)

Hearing this, Archer, who was drinking heavily, had a serious look in his eyes.

"Unlike me, old man, you have never closed your clairvoyance. Did you see something?"

"It's precisely because I can't see anything that this is a problem. No matter how hard I try, the future is always dark."

Gilgamesh caught a glimpse of Aiwen's approaching figure and said nothing more. He just picked up the wine jug beside him and threw it at him along with the golden wine cup.

"?"

Aiwen reluctantly took the wine glass. He did not like drinking, but he found it difficult to refuse Gilgamesh's gift.

"Humph."

Seeing that Aiwen only drank a sip, Archer sneered in disdain, but this was not because he was dissatisfied with Aiwen, but simply looked down on his drinking capacity.

After he examined it carefully, his attitude became much more relaxed.

"Have you understood your true self? You still have some value. The old man was not wrong. Compared to Tokiomi, who couldn't see his own abilities, there is indeed a world of difference between you and me."

"It seems that this Holy Grail War has no suspense."

Shaking his head, Archer stood up, and the soles of his feet began to transform into golden spirits.

"Since outsiders have interrupted, I no longer have the heart to continue this banquet. Let's end this conversation here. The next time we meet will be the day to decide life or death."

"Don't say such stupid things anymore." C-Shan blasted a bolt of lightning with dissatisfaction: "Of course, the winner will be me."

"Oh, that's not necessarily true. Compared to me, your temple is more conspicuous. Those losers who call themselves heroes might not be able to contain their fear and start licking each other."

Facing the lightning, Archer showed no fear. He stood still and, relying solely on his golden armor, deflected the divine lightning that was enough to kill a great magician instantly.

"Ants devour elephants. Don't make a mistake and capsize, or I will be ashamed of my future."

But before his entire body turned into golden particles and left, his playful snake eyes looked at Aiwen specifically, full of pleasure.

"Hey, bastard, I'm quite satisfied with you. If you're dissatisfied with this old man and want to change your allegiance, I'll welcome you anytime. Remember that."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

After saying that, his figure completely disappeared, leaving behind only a series of unbridled laughter, which made Caster Gilgamesh sigh and cover his forehead.

"Boy, don't listen to the young king's nonsense. He is just interested in you."

Aiwen nodded. He knew it was just a joke. If he really broke his covenant with Caster because of a word, Archer would probably be furious.

"Forget it. There's no point in thinking about that idiot anymore. Let's talk about you."

Turning his gaze to the android in Iwin's arms, Gilgamesh's eyes glowed slightly, as if he was looking at a distant illusion.

"I see, you want to help with this prop. Haha, what a silly kindness, but this is none of my business, so go ahead and do it if you want."

"Do you know why I'm here?"

"Fool, my eyes are not just for show. I know exactly what you're planning. All you need is a place with plenty of magic power, right? I can lend you a corner of my divine tower."

Gilgamesh stood up and led Aiwen to the corner behind the throne, then knelt on one knee and touched the ground with one hand.

Gilgamesh's magical power was infused into the ground, and light appeared. The connected divine characters filled the air, forming a three-dimensional document.

"Spiritual Vein, obey the king's command and fix it here."