My Fate Compendium of Type-Moon

Saber instantly understood Gilgamesh's objective upon seeing his relaxed demeanor. With a solemn expression, she whispered, "Archer intends to wear them down this way..."

After all, for Gilgamesh, merely maintaining the opening of the Gates of Babylon meant an endless supply of Noble Phantasms would fight for him. In contrast, Sakutsuki and the others, battling amidst the flashing blades, were constantly expending their spirit, stamina, and magic power.

With this imbalance, the relentless rain of Noble Phantasms would eventually engulf the three of them!

Should she warn them? Saber pursed her lips, contemplating hesitantly.

However, if even Saber could see the problem, how could Sakutsuki, who knew Gilgamesh so well, be unaware?

It was simply that for him, this was an excellent training opportunity that he couldn't easily pass up!

The light of the Gates of Babylon remained as brilliant as ever, but under the high-intensity combat, Sakutsuki's arms were beginning to ache.

Despite his Servant's physical capabilities, he was still, after all, human.

"Clang!" Another pair of Gan Jiang and Mo Ye shattered. Sakutsuki's expression remained unchanged, the ball of light in his hand expanding to form a new pair of black and white blades, which the young man grasped and moved forward...

The soreness in his arms caused Sakutsuki to pause slightly. It was precisely because of this tiny error that the blades of Gan Jiang and Mo Ye merely grazed the incoming Noble Phantasm. The weapon, resembling a halberd, continued its trajectory unabated, charging directly towards Sakutsuki's right shoulder!

Just as Sakutsuki was about to use Imaginary Numbers Magic, a yellow spear tip shot out, piercing the halberd. The weapon's fragments scattered everywhere before dissipating into magic.

Turning his head, he saw Lancer had already withdrawn Gae Buidhe. His spear technique was as solid and steady as ever, but the smug smile on his lips was impossible to hide.

Knowing he had lost the exchange, Sakutsuki clicked his tongue regretfully. Rho Aias unfurled, blocking the attack for everyone.

"284. What about you?"

"299... counting the one where I helped you, that's exactly 300. It seems I've won, Sakutsuki." Diarmuid slung his crimson spear over his shoulder, gripping the yellow short spear in his left hand. His expression was calm, his posture elegant.

"I concede," Sakutsuki said, cupping his hands and frankly admitting his shortcomings.

"You flatter me." Although there was no prize, Diarmuid couldn't hide his joy. But he quickly turned serious, "I believe you've already realized it, Archer is using his advantage to wear us down."

"Mhm, since the contest is over anyway, then..." Sakutsuki whistled. A dark shadow stretched out from beneath his feet, transforming into the Imaginary Shadow, standing silently. Simultaneously, a rhomboid displacement space formed around him. "I won't hold back and will use all my strength to return the favor to Archer."

"That's terrifying. Are you really from this era?" Feeling the surge of magic power around Sakutsuki, Diarmuid gave a wry smile. His previous slight complacency was quickly suppressed. "Cover me, Sakutsuki, and Berserker. I will pierce Archer's heart with my magic spear!"

"Roar!" Even in his berserk state, Lancelot responded.

The pink shield of flowers gradually dispersed.

Just as the three stood ready, preparing to give Gilgamesh a hard time—

The bombardment from the Gates of Babylon abruptly ceased.

After a brief silence, the enraged roar of the Hero King Gilgamesh echoed through the sky:

"Do you think your words can quell my wrath? You are truly audacious, Tokiomi!"

When the dispatched familiar finally arrived, the scene that greeted Tokiomi Tohsaka nearly made him faint.

What did he see?

His Servant, Archer Gilgamesh, was brutally beating down three people!

Holding his own against three opponents, not at a disadvantage. Truly the Hero King... Not at all!

To Tokiomi Tohsaka, Gilgamesh's casual activation of the Noble Phantasm "Gates of Babylon" was like openly exposing his trump card to other Masters. From his cautious perspective, this was a colossal mistake!

What if the intelligence was leaked?

What if his weaknesses were discovered?

What if he was attacked by other Masters in unison?

"To continuously use a decisive Noble Phantasm in plain sight is far too rash..." Tokiomi Tohsaka rubbed his forehead, his lips bitter.

To maintain composure and elegance at all times and in all places—this was the family motto passed down through generations of the Tohsaka family. Tokiomi had always kept this motto in his heart, yet he never expected to face the situation of being forced to expend Command Spells earlier than other Masters...

Gritting his teeth, Tokiomi Tohsaka finally raised his right arm:

"By my Command Spell, I command you, Hero King. Cease your anger and withdraw."

The moment the red radiance of the Command Spell illuminated the magic workshop, Archer's eyes suddenly ignited with fury, his gaze shifting towards the southeast.

That direction led to the hilly terrain and upscale residential streets of Shin-Kyō-chō, where the Tohsaka mansion was located.

"With your counsel, you expect me to retreat? You have quite the nerve, Tokiomi."

Archer curled his lips in extreme disgust, lowering his voice as he uttered the words. However, he still concealed the brilliance of the Gates of Babylon, and the various swords stuck in the ground vanished without a trace.

"You lot have just saved your lives, mongrels."

Although his face still showed indignation, the killing intent in his eyes had receded. Gilgamesh, clad in golden armor, remained as arrogant and unrestrained as ever, glaring at all the Servants present.

"Mongrels, until we meet again, continue your pointless slaughter. Only true heroes are worthy of witnessing the King's majesty."

With those words, Archer de-materialized. His golden armor lost its substance and vanished, leaving behind only scattered remnants of light.

After a moment of silence, Sakutsuki and Lancer also put away their weapons.

"It seems Archer's Master isn't as resolute as I thought," Lancer sighed. "Honestly, I would have preferred to fight until the very end. At least let me land one spear thrust."

"It feels like punching cotton, a sense of powerlessness," Sakutsuki also shook his head, suppressing the gathered fighting spirit and turning his thoughts to the Tohsaka family's issues.

As the King of Heroes, the most ancient hero, Gilgamesh's self-centered personality, combined with the Archer-class skill "Independent Action," allowed him to act independently of his Master, greatly reducing his reliance on them. Even though Tokiomi Tohsaka served Gilgamesh as a subordinate, it only served to make Gilgamesh slightly more restrained; he still acted as he pleased.

Under normal circumstances, Tokiomi Tohsaka would indulge Gilgamesh, never complaining even if he rampaged through Fuyuki City.

However, the conflict between them was bound to erupt one day—just like now, as their values clashed severely.

Gilgamesh, considering himself invincible, held no regard for other Servants. To him, punishing those who disrespected the king was natural, and unleashing the Gates of Babylon was also perfectly fine; after all, there was nothing anyone could do even if their opponents knew about it.

Tokiomi Tohsaka, on the other hand, adhering to the rationality and caution typical of traditional magi, believed one shouldn't reveal their trump cards too early, especially when facing enemies whose backgrounds were unknown, fearing a reversal.

This time, to restrain Gilgamesh, Tokiomi Tohsaka used a Command Seal.

"This is the limit of a magus, isn't it? Gilgamesh is a king, an arrogant king who stands alone. How dare you forcefully bind him?" Sakutsuki muttered to himself, his tone filled with schadenfreude.

Ultimately, Tokiomi Tohsaka was still a magus at heart, a traditional magus who viewed familiars as tools.

Servants were merely more powerful familiars.

The act of role-playing as a subordinate was just a means; in his heart, Tokiomi Tohsaka always saw Gilgamesh as a tool, albeit a somewhat disobedient one.

Gilgamesh must have realized this, which was why he was so enraged.

A rift had already formed in their relationship.

If this rift were not mended and were allowed to spread, it would eventually cost Tokiomi Tohsaka his life and trigger a series of calamities for the Tohsaka family and even Fuyuki City.

However, even knowing this, Sakutsuki had no intention of changing anything. Those who deserved to die would die, and those who deserved to be buried would be buried.

He wasn't Emiya, nor was he a hero of justice. Why should he care so much?

After all, the night was still young. Kirei Kotomine had to die, and he and Gilgamesh were destined to fight.

Wait, and hope.

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As Sakutsuki and Diarmuid sheathed their weapons, Berserker, who stood shoulder to shoulder with them, did not quell his resentment and killing intent.

The red light deep within the mask's seams flickered erratically, having lost its initial target. But when a knight bathed in moonlight appeared, Berserker seemed unable to control himself, trembling all over.

Stared at by those eyes filled with resentment, Saber felt a chill crawl up her spine.

"...ur..."

The sound seemed to come from the depths of the earth. It was a disaster, a curse, a groan of pure resentment devoid of any linguistic meaning.

This was the first time anyone present had heard Berserker make a sound other than a growl.

"...ar...er...!"

With a clashing sound like aging metal, the black beast roared to the sky, six tail whips suddenly emerging from its back, thrashing wildly.

"Irisviel, fall back!" Saber's pupils constricted, and she only managed to shout this before Berserker transformed into a black shadow, casually ripping out a nearby utility pole. Like a humanoid curse with limbs, his entire body filled with killing intent, he charged towards the silver knight king.

Pole vaulting, Berserker gripped the pole stained with magic runes and smashed!

"Holy crap, that's a perfect 'Dancing Crane'! Is this guy playing Elden Ring too?!" Sakutsuki blurted out a meme no one understood.

"Boom!" A blast of air erupted as Saber blocked Berserker's attack with her sword. The crater instantly formed beneath her feet proved the sheer violence of the blow.

"This is bad, Saber can't use her arm," Diarmuid frowned, staring at the blonde girl's trembling arm.

Berserker was a warrior who sacrificed sanity to boost all his stats.

Facing Gan Jiang, who possessed A-rank Strength and Agility, even Saber, with her superior overall stats, likely couldn't withstand this blow.

As expected, after a brief stalemate, Artoria changed her move first. She sidestepped and swung her sword with skill. Sparks flew between the sword and the pole as they parted. Then, the girl-like knight let out a clear cry, twisted, and unleashed a horizontal slash!

However, Berserker, as if prepared, raised the pole upright, knocking Saber's sword aside. He slid back a considerable distance, positioning himself just outside the effective range of Excalibur.

This guy... he seems to know my techniques very well!

Saber gritted her teeth, unable to look away from her own trembling left hand.

If only it weren't injured...

"Saber!" Irisviel's cry jolted Saber back to attention.

Looking up, the black utility pole was hurtling towards her. Amidst Berserker's roar, she was sent flying!

The injury to her left hand made it difficult for Saber to exert her strength, while Berserker, as if stimulated, attacked her more ferociously than he had against Archer.

First strike.

Second strike.

Third strike.

Berserker's attacks grew increasingly powerful, and Saber's defenses became weaker with each one.

The damage inflicted by Lancer's "Gae Buidhe" was significantly impacting her now. The sword techniques she could execute with only her right hand were extremely clumsy. Although she managed to hold on with the aid of mana release, Berserker's aggressive onslaught, like raging tidal waves, forced Saber into a purely defensive stance. She couldn't find an opening to counterattack and gradually fell into a disadvantage.

"You... what exactly are you..." The sharp pain in her left hand made Saber's eyelids twitch, but Berserker, locked in combat with her, showed no mercy. He knocked her sword askew with the pole and, seizing the opening, unhesitatingly twisted his wrist. The end of the utility pole transformed into a black shadow, smashing towards Saber's head!

"Swish!"

A stunning flash of red light streaked past.

Gae Dearg severed the magic on the iron pole, cleanly slicing off a section that flew high into the sky before landing heavily on the ground.

A man with hair falling over his forehead and a tear mole at the corner of his eye appeared before Saber, coldly declaring to the black knight:

"That's enough of your pranks, Berserker. Saber over there already has an appointment with me."

"If you try to interfere further, I won't stand by and do nothing."

Chivalry.

It is a standard established to fulfill the duty of protecting one's lord. Knightly spirit and morality are the spiritual essence of aristocratic culture in high society. It is a moral and personal spirit based on a sense of honor in one's identity, and it also accumulates certain positive elements of the ancient martial spirit of Western European peoples.

In those unenlightened eras of Europe, heroes who believed in chivalry galloped across vast lands, freely wielding their spears and swords, saving commoners, and driving away beasts, like beacons illuminating the future path of Europe.

Humility, honor, sacrifice, valor, compassion, honesty, justice, soul.

Those warriors who followed the code of the knight eventually became the mark of a nation, an era, and were composed into legends by bards, passed down through generations.

And at this very moment, Lancer, who chose to turn his back to Saber and point his spear tip at Berserker, is a true depiction of those heroes who walked the path of the knight, practicing the dignity in his heart.

The severed iron pillar flew through the air and, with a heavy thud, embedded itself in the ground.

"This Saber already has an appointment with me... If you insist on disrupting things, I won't stand idly by."

"Lancer..." Saber was moved by his opponent's nobility.

However, not everyone present agreed with this noble sentiment.

"What are you doing, Lancer? This is the perfect opportunity to defeat Saber!"