I'm a druid in Type Moon

"Since yesterday, several cities near Fuyuki City have held grand celebration ceremonies at the same time. The reasons vary. Some are the opening of large shopping malls, and some are the harvest of fisheries. Many residents of Fuyuki City have come to participate."

"Then local companies and factories, government agencies and schools organized their employees and students to start autumn outings almost at the same time. The destinations were all outside Fuyuki City, and they would not be able to return for at least a week."

"In the end, the only things left were a few departments necessary to keep the city running, such as the water company, the weather station, and so on."

Emiya Kiritsugu flipped through the notices that Maiya handed him, which were collected from various places, and his expression became more and more solemn.

"There are about 40,000 people in the entire Fuyuki City, including the new district, the old district, and the suburbs. Not to mention the suburbs, nearly two-thirds of the population in the new and old districts will leave Fuyuki City in the next few days for various reasons."

"Not only that, because there are too many tourist attractions nearby, almost no tourists will enter Fuyuki City within half a month."

"If we wait a few more days, perhaps even the remaining people will leave for various reasons."

"It's so obvious, someone is clearing the area!"

Emiya Kiritsugu came to a conclusion and glanced in the direction of the door with complicated eyes.

"Investing so much manpower and material resources, and not hesitating to shut down Fuyuki City for nearly a week, does the Magic Association take this Holy Grail War so seriously?"

Kiritsugu Emiya could not imagine how much power and how much capital were needed to control this city of 40,000 people and make it run according to his will.

But Emiya Kiritsugu has already realized that it would be better for him not to make an enemy of the young man just now, as the difference in power between the two sides is too great.

At the same time, Lin En was walking on a deserted street, giving orders to the other end of his phone. So, half an hour later, all the satellites watching Fuyuki City temporarily shifted their sights. Unless the entire city exploded, no army would issue an attack order.

"This is the final preparation. The government, the military, the Metropolitan Police Department, and the various chaebols, everyone's attention has temporarily shifted away from here. So, let the war begin!"

Thus, going against the torrent of people, the last contestant stepped onto the land of Fuyuki City.

Without hiding the fluctuations of his magic power, he strolled through every place worth visiting in Fuyuki City. Finally, before night fell, he went to the night Sea Trace Park.

"This place should be viewed during the day..."

Saber said this apologetically while looking at the dark sea at night. But Irisviel didn’t care at all and stared at the sea surface disappearing into the darkness.

"It doesn't matter. The sea is beautiful at night, too. It's like a mirror reflecting the night sky."

Saber looked at Irisviel's innocent face and for some reason thought of his wife, the woman who had always supported him from behind.

"Is it enough that you spend the whole day with a lady pretending to be a man?"

Saber asked this, with a rare hint of sarcasm mixed into her words.

"That's enough. It's simply impeccable. Saber. You are a very charming knight today."

The princess, who was seeing the outside world for the first time, answered her knight like this.

"What about Saber? Have you ever gone shopping like this with anyone before?"

"no!"

Saber shook her head subconsciously at first, then, as if recalling some distant memory, she said with some embarrassment:

"No, there was a time when someone wanted to invite me to take a walk in the forest under the moon."

"What is that? It sounds so romantic!"

The voice rose unconsciously, and Saber turned her head to see the pair of eyes that still sparkled in the darkness.

"Who was it? Who dared to invite King Arthur of Britain? Was it one of the Knights of the Round Table? Or the great sage Merlin? Or a prince from some country? Did you finally agree? What happened afterwards?"

Saber smiled bitterly and used her hand to stop Irisviel, who was about to jump up. She suddenly regretted her momentary weakness. How could she suddenly remember something she had long doubted about?

"Calm down, Irisviel, nothing happened, I refused!"

"Ah! What a pity!"

Irisviel, who had gotten the answer, was still not satisfied. She looked at Saber with sparkling eyes, hoping to get more information about the matter from her.

For the first time, the flame of gossip burned fiercely in Irisviel’s heart.

"Um! Sorry to bother you guys when you're having such a good chat!"

A strange voice sounded not far away, as if a sharp blade was pointed at her back. Saber immediately put away the smile on her face, grabbed Irisviel's hand, and blocked her behind her.

"This is really a shame for the knight. He was defeated by the enemy at such a close distance before he reacted. It seems that I was too lax!"

At this moment, King Arthur, who had fought on the battlefield, returned again.

The tailor-made suit on his body was shrouded in magical light, revealing the blue armor covering his entire body. He stretched out his hands from nothingness, and an invisible blade appeared in his hands.

Not far from the knight, his opponent, who had already revealed his figure, was looking at him, watching him make all the preparations and then raise his two spears.

He was a handsome man with long hair that had been casually curled up and smoothed back. But the most eye-catching thing was not his stunning face, but the spear that was longer than a human body and more than two feet long. Not only that, in his other hand, there was a short gun that was about 30% shorter, which he fiddled with casually.

"From the looks of you, you must be Lancer! I didn't expect to meet a hero who also upholds the chivalry in a place like this."

Instead of swinging the blade at the enemy's defenseless back, he waited for the enemy to pick up his weapon, put on his armor, and fight him in a fair fight.

“That clear and cold fighting spirit… You must be Saber, right?”

The End of Ideals: Chapter 23: Saber and Lancer

It was like the final response before a knightly duel, or like the mutual communication of names on an ancient battlefield.

There is no need to hide anything, because in front of the experienced warriors, they are full of fighting spirit. Both sides are heroes who have galloped on the battlefield and experienced hundreds of battles.

Gender cannot be a reason to lay down arms. Although it is a pity that I cannot state my name with dignity, I have to say that I am lucky to have met such an opponent.

In a flash, the spear and the invisible sword collided, sparks were generated from the friction of metal. After the blow, the two sides separated again.

It was just a greeting, but it was enough for both sides to understand that the other side was not a strong enemy that could be easily defeated. So, the battle started again.

A fatal fight that would be told through the ages took place here, but there were only a handful of witnesses.

In an unknown building in the distance, Kiritsugu Emiya was watching the battle in the distance through a sight. Even after being warned by Lin En, Kiritsugu Emiya did not give up his plan, but just did it more covertly.

Maiya's voice came from the headset on his right ear. Lancer's Master had been found. The other party was standing on the roof, covered by the illusion, but could not escape the eyes of the thermal vision device.

If he fired at this moment, he would surely be able to achieve success in one fell swoop! But at the same time, he would also expose his position. After weighing the pros and cons, Emiya Kiritsugu gave up the idea of ​​firing.

Because, not far away, in the driver's seat of the jib crane, the Assassin who was killed last night appeared there.

Thinking only takes a moment, but in just this short period of time when the sight moves, the battle on the field has already entered a white-hot stage.

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A battle that ordinary people could not imagine broke out here, the wind of swords tore the earth apart, and the light of spears penetrated the void. A scene that only appeared in fairy tales appeared in front of Irisviel, making her hold her breath involuntarily, but her pupils could only reflect the mess of the battlefield.

It was as if a terrifying beast was wreaking havoc here, and the surrounding metal containers were almost completely destroyed, but this was just the aftermath of a battle.

Every step forward breaks through the ground.

Every gust of wind pressure cut down the street lights.

The laws of physics were ignored, and although it was a battle with cold weapons, it displayed a destructive power that surpassed that of hot weapons.

It was like a natural disaster.

After another collision, Saber leaped back and stood steadily in front of Irisviel. More than thirty rounds had passed since the fight, but neither of them had any injuries on their bodies, not even their faces or armor had any scars.

Evenly matched!

If there are no hidden cards, the battle will become a pure war of attrition until one side can no longer hold on.

However, every heroic spirit has its own treasure, which may be a treasure they possessed during their lifetime, or a treasure condensed from legends passed down by word of mouth in later generations. Since the strength and effectiveness of a treasure is determined by the legends they have, it is also interpreted as "weapons made with human imagination as the framework."

"The game ends here, Lancer!"

"Don't let this battle drag on any longer. That Saber is a strong enemy, get rid of her as soon as possible - I allow you to use your Noble Phantasm!"

The indifferent voice that could not be distinguished between men and women spread all over the place. After receiving the order from the Master, Lancer changed his previous elegant demeanor, his tone became serious and low, and he changed his gun holding posture and dropped the pistol at his feet.

The battle resumed, and Lancer was the first to attack. He did not continue to perform his previous gun dance that was as flexible as a magical skill, but instead used an ordinary mid-level stab.

Ssber didn't see anything wrong, but still raised his sword very cautiously to block.

The strange vision began with a gust of strong wind. With the spear and sword biting each other as the center, a whirlwind without any reason rose up.

"what!"

Saber was startled and quickly took a few steps back, away from Lancer's attack range.

"I see. Is it similar to the effect of breaking demons?"

The reason why the sword in Saber's hand was invisible was due to the effect of her Noble Phantasm, "Wind King Barrier". The wind entangled in the sword changed the refractive index of light, making the shape of the sword invisible. However, Lancer's spear instantly released the magic power on the sword, revealing the true appearance of the hidden sword.

However, since Lancer only had a gun left in his hand, he could not perform his specialty, the gun dance. After Saber gave up her armor and used her magic power to strengthen herself, she gradually fell into a disadvantage.

But Lancer did not waver at all, even though he was gradually pushed back by Saber's great force. Until Saber seized an opportunity, raised the holy sword high, released the "Wind King Barrier", and released a clever slash at that moment.

"You've been fooled, Saber!"

In a flash, Lancer kicked up the gravel with his toes, and the pistol that was thrown on the ground flew up with it. At this moment, as the spell was untied, the yellow gunshot inside was revealed.

The raging wind, the intersection of life and death.

A bright red blood flower bloomed between the intertwined swordsmen and spearmen—and then withered in an instant.

Both Heroic Spirits were still alive, and at that moment, Saber's intuition saved her, and she deflected her body just before being hit in the chest.

The end result was that both of them hit each other's left wrist.

The Masters of both sides who saw this scene cast healing magic on their own Heroic Spirits. Lancer's wrist wound recovered quickly, but Saber's wrist wound did not heal for a long time, causing Irisviel, who was supporting from the rear, to panic.

"I see... Once stabbed, the wound will never heal. I should have realized it earlier..."

By this point, Saber had already guessed the other party's identity.

The red rose that can break the devil, the yellow rose that can kill, and the little teardrop mole under the right eye that can seduce women.

"I see. You are the chief warrior of the Irish Fianna Knights, known as "unparalleled in the world" in Celtic mythology - Diarmuid Odinar the 'Glorious Look'. I never thought I would have the honor of fighting you."

Even if the other party's identity is guessed, the disadvantaged situation of the party has not changed.

"I was able to fight against that world-famous Knight King and still take one city. Haha, it seems I am not bad after all!"

Lancer, whose true identity was revealed, smiled cheerfully. In the previous battle, he also saw through Saber's identity.

The End of Ideals: Chapter 24: Long time no see

Just as Lancer was about to press on with his victory and Saber was ready to fight.

Hearing the sound of thunder from afar, the two men looked up at the same time and saw two bulls with well-developed muscles, extremely strong and muscular, stepping on the void, pulling a simple-shaped and gorgeously decorated vehicle straight towards them.

"Both sides put down your weapons. You are now in the presence of the king!"

The giant on the chariot raised his hands high, and the volume of the roar was almost as loud as the thunder when the chariot appeared in the sky and frightened the two people who were fighting.

"My name is Iskandar, the King of Conquerors. I have gained the Rider's seat in this Holy Grail War and appeared in the world."

Rider declared his presence in his chariot and even wanted to recruit the two Heroic Spirits. Of course, Lancer and Saber rejected his request.

Until this moment, Waver, who was extremely angry at Rider's reckless behavior, finally broke free from Rider's arms and used his two powerless fists to repeatedly hit Rider's upright chest armor. However, this action also exposed him to everyone's sight.

“Really? It turned out to be you… I was wondering how you could be so bold as to steal my relic… I didn’t expect you to actually plan on participating in the Holy Grail War yourself, Mr. Webber Fairwitt.”

No longer disguising his voice, Lancer's Master, Waver's mentor, Kenneth looked at his student with hatred at this moment, not disguising the murderous intent in his heart.

Although Waver had prepared himself mentally, he was still frightened to the point of being unable to move.

"Hey, magician. It sounds like you wanted to replace this guy as my summoner, right?"

"If that's true, then it's really laughable. The one who can become my summoner must be a brave man who fights on the battlefield with me. How can a coward who doesn't even dare to show his true face be qualified to be my summoner?"

The air was silent at this moment, except for the King of Conquerors who laughed loudly and shouted into the empty night sky:

"Hey! There might be someone else hiding in the dark and peeking!"

“Shame on you, how shameful! All the heroes in Fuyuki. Seeing the heroic spirits displayed by Saber and Lancer, do you dare to say that you don’t feel anything at all? Although you each have your own true name to be proud of, if you have been sneaking around and peeking from beginning to end, you are nothing more than a coward, how can you be considered a heroic spirit!?”

"Now! All the heroic spirits summoned by the Holy Grail, gather here. If there is still a coward who dares not show up, he will be despised by King of Conquerors Iskandar!"

In the eyes of people like Emiya Kiritsugu and Tōsaka Tokiomi, the King of Conquerors' actions were undoubtedly a pipe dream. No one would stand up to such a crude provocation.

However, after Rider’s roar, a burst of golden light descended on the top of a street lamp more than ten meters above the ground, transforming into a tall figure wearing shining armor.

"I never thought that two shameless people would appear in one night, ignoring my existence and calling themselves the 'king'."

The golden heroic spirit scanned the people present with a pair of scarlet eyes, but before he could continue speaking, another voice emerged from the shadows.

"I wanted to wait and see, but if I continue to hide in the shadows, someone will be unhappy!"

In an empty corner, Kariya was still wearing the standard butler's uniform. Behind him, a warrior covered in pitch-black armor walked out.

"Oh! Lancer, Saber, Rider, and Archer, and now even Berserker has appeared?"

Even Archer was a little surprised. You know, he didn't even notice the other party before he showed up.