Shirou, who returned from the Fairy Kingdom

As the designated electrical repairman for the student council of Suigunhara Academy High School, he understood in an instant.

This is actually a "short circuit" phenomenon.

Under the illusion of the "Red" sorcerer, the electric girl was on the verge of collapse. At this moment, Shirou used suggestion magic to forcibly intervene in her mind.

Although Berserker doesn't possess "magic resistance" like Saber, he is still a Servant and cannot be hypnotized by the suggestion magic of a third-rate magician.

So Shirou used a little trick.

This suggests that the magic was not applied directly to the girl, but rather, like when projection and enhancement magic are used, it intervened in Berserker's internal circuitry.

result--

Although the "Black" Berserker regained his sanity, it seems the restoration was a bit too much.

Berserker not only became able to speak fluently, but also regarded Shirou, who "fixed" him, as his father.

This is a miracle created by a series of coincidences.

Berserker would never have become like this if he weren't a magician like Shirou who could perceive the internal circuits of objects.

"How could such a thing happen..."

Although Shirou and the girl in the wedding dress both belong to the "black" camp, they are not on the same path.

The Master of the "Black" Berserker should be a magician from the Yggdrasil family, since she couldn't become an ally like Mordred.

and so--

Shirou looked at the berserker girl nestled in his arms, completely unguarded, and a hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Should we get rid of her here? Before things get complicated—

"Dad? What's wrong?"

"Um...nothing."

Shirou sighed and abandoned the fleeting thought.

"Speaking of Berserk..."

"France."

"Um, what?"

“Dad can call me Fran.”

The girl blinked her sparkling heterochromatic eyes as she spoke.

Shirou's lips twitched: "Is that so... Fran."

"Hmm! Hehehe~"

After acting cute for a while, the girl in the wedding dress finally released Shirou's body.

"Dad, I'm going to chase after the enemy."

As she spoke, she glanced in the direction Father Kotomine had fled.

Before going into battle, Frankenstein's Master told him that if he encountered fleeing enemies, he should go and fight Servants from other places.

But she did not carry out the order—

The girl felt that letting the man escape like this would be very bad.

That white-haired, brown-skinned Master who looks somewhat like my father is definitely abnormal... No, come to think of it, is that guy really a Master?

Frankenstein's intuition told him that guy might be...

"It seems we think alike."

Shirou ruffled Frankenstein's pink hair.

"Does Dad also think that Master is suspicious?"

"Ah."

"Then... let's go after them together~" the girl pleaded.

I don't want to break up...

I want to be with you forever...

The girl's beautiful heterochromatic eyes, like jewels, seemed to be saying this.

Well, no man could resist that kind of expression, right...?

Just as Shirou was about to nod in agreement, Sajou Aika's voice rang in his mind.

"Saber, proceed to the main battlefield immediately! The 'Black' spearmen are putting the 'Red' swordsmen in a very difficult situation; the situation is extremely critical."

"What?"

Mordred is in trouble?

Moreover, her opponent is that "black" lancer—

According to Uncle Lion's speculation, the Lancer summoned by the Yggdrasil clan is most likely Vlad III, the guardian of Romania.

If summoned in Romania, it would possess the highest level of power, making it difficult even for a fully-fledged Knight of the Round Table to contend with.

Ai Ge added.

"It's confirmed. The other party's Lancer is Vlad III... He never intended to hide his real name from the beginning. He's absolutely confident."

"...I understand, I'll be there right away."

Shirou obtained the specific coordinates of the battleground from Aika.

Then, he turned to the girl in the wedding dress beside him.

"Sorry, Fran... I have to go now. I'll leave the task of tracking down the suspicious individuals to you."

"........."

Berserker wore a very complicated expression.

While Shirou was pondering how best to comfort her—

"Ugh... I understand, I'll try my best~"

Although she was very sad and lonely, Berserker still bit her lip to see Shirou off.

Even she herself didn't realize that this was undoubtedly a form of growth.

The artificial life form girl, who fears loneliness, no longer destroys everything because she can't get something—

Now, she can endure loneliness for the sake of someone she cherishes.

Frankenstein, born as a monster, experienced "growth" like a human for the first time after becoming a Heroic Spirit.

……

……

In the mid-15th century, the powerful and invincible Ottoman Empire destroyed the declining Eastern Roman Empire.

Years later, the empire expanded further, this time targeting the Principality of Wallachia.

The empire's army numbered 150,000, while Vlad III's Wallachian army numbered only 10,000.

However, because he adopted thorough guerrilla warfare and scorched earth tactics, the Ottoman Empire was exhausted and forced to flee, and even left its capital empty to fight.

The Sultan of the Empire was Mehmed II, known as "the Conqueror," who conquered Constantinople, which had three defensive walls.

Even the Ottoman founders, known for their strength and courage, turned pale upon arriving in the capital, Bucharest.

Countless stakes stand around the castle.

Impaled on the stakes were former comrades, subordinates, and captains—a total of 20,000 Ottoman soldiers.

Upon witnessing such a hellish scene, the anger from the brutal murder of his companion vanished without a trace.

The atrocities committed by the Ottoman Empire in the past—plunder, ravage, and massacre—were merely the result of accelerated desires.

But this is different; the ideas themselves are completely different.

This is simply treating people like dirt, because these people are being exploited "just for the sake of showing off"...!

The army's morale plummeted instantly, leaving Mehmed II with no choice but to retreat.

As he withdrew his troops, he left behind these words—

"I'm not afraid of anyone, but demons (vampires) are a different story."

For any enemy who dares to invade his territory, Lancer—Flanders III—will show them true hell and terror without batting an eye.

Currently, the number of Dragon Fang soldiers gathered on the main battlefield exceeds five hundred.

Vlad III carried no weapons, but strode forward with an air of authority, driving his bronze horse forward.

For him, the number of henchmen was meaningless, but jumping directly into a group of henchmen was also a reckless act of bravery.

Lancer made the bronze horse kick the earth and fly high into the air, then he spread his arms and loudly proclaimed:

"Enough, you barbarians who have trampled on my land! The time for punishment has come!"

Compassion and anger will become scorching stakes that pierce you!

Despair for this endless, truly infinite pile... and lick your own blood!

"Kazikli Bey, the King of Executions!"

The ground trembled slightly, and the Dragon Tooth soldiers reflexively looked down.

Slender stakes instantly appeared from the surrounding area, shooting straight up and piercing through them.

Trees with trunks made of stakes and branches and leaves grow on the sandy grassland.

In the blink of an eye, all five hundred Dragon Tooth Soldiers were wiped out.

The spearman completely ignored the victory and simply turned his head to the other side.

"Ora————————!"

A figure wreathed in crimson lightning flew across the battlefield like a cannonball, closing in on Vlad III on horseback.

"You are... Hmph, the 'Red' Swordsman."

Mordred felt that she had been incredibly lucky lately.

First, he reunited with his father, and then tonight, he was just trying his luck, but unexpectedly, he encountered the enemy's general.

In short, all we need to do is take this guy down!

Mordred skillfully used "Magic Release," launching herself like a bullet and instantly closing the distance by a hundred meters.

She raised the silver magic sword she had inherited from her father high and swung it down at Lancer's head.

Faced with this sudden attack, Flanders III merely moved a finger—

In an instant, countless stakes shot out from the ground, piercing the rebellious knight in mid-air.

Mordred used magic in the air to dodge, but the stakes kept appearing again and again as if locked on.

"whispering sound……!"

Mordred's magic sword flashed—

As a result, new stakes shot out from the fallen stakes.

It seems that simply physically damaging these piles is meaningless.

Since that's the case, Mordred's lips curled up slightly.

"Red Thunder—"

If this is a wave formed by pillars, it can be dispersed by the light that is called itself.

The rebellious knight poured all his magic into the sword, spewing out blood-red lightning in all directions.

This is a technique borrowed from his father, the "Wind King's Hammer" used by Clarent.

It's not a complete liberation, nor does it require revealing one's true name. Instead, it involves compressing the destructive magic power accumulated within the blade to its maximum and then releasing it all at once.

The sweeping piles were all destroyed.

Mordred had just breathed a sigh of relief.