My Fate Compendium of Type-Moon

It was precisely for this reason that he had donned his cloak and mask, his left arm even becoming异质化, transforming into a different form as he walked this night.

It was precisely for this reason that he had easily broken through the Tohsaka Estate's barrier, and then…

Kariya Matou stopped, gazing at the figure in the red suit ahead, a cruel smile involuntarily appearing on his lips.

The next moment, he transformed into a shadow, raising his right hand, which even he found terrifying, and lunged at Tokiomi Tohsaka.

"Die, Tokiomi Tohsaka!"

Starting without a Noble Phantasm… Uncle Kariya was still too kind…

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In the messy interior, with a large hole in the ceiling, the Command Spell's light flashed and vanished.

The moment it forcibly appeared, Archer made no move, instead choosing to vent his rage verbally, pouring it all onto his Master:

"You'd best give this King an explanation, Tokiomi!" The golden king freely unleashed his terrifying pressure, not hiding his displeasure. "To once again disturb this King's pleasure with that thing! If you don't have a suitable reason, even if you perform the rites of a subject, you will face this King's judgment!"

"My King!" Tokiomi Tohsaka lowered his head in humiliation, clutching his bleeding right arm. "A Servant invaded our estate and ambushed me! Please discern this!"

"Oh? A Servant?"

Gilgamesh narrowed his crimson eyes, sizing up the heavily injured Tokiomi Tohsaka, and snorted coldly.

"Fool, if it were a Servant, you wouldn't have survived."

Despite his words, he finally began to move, walking upstairs with unhurried steps.

Tokiomi wanted to remind Archer that the enemy had retreated and they needed to pursue quickly, but he feared this incredibly arrogant king would become angry again, so he could only grit his teeth and use magic to treat his injuries.

It must be said that Tokiomi Tohsaka's choice was correct – Gilgamesh, who claimed to have "collected all treasures of the human world," had plenty of ways to track intruders.

After collecting enough residual aura, Gilgamesh looked at the two intertwined points of light in the transparent bottle, a look of pleasure appearing in his eyes.

"The aura of both a Servant and a Master… Interesting. Does this Holy Grail War possess such a technique?"

But soon, the Hero King suppressed the interest in his eyes, his indifferent face filled with disdain and anger.

The disdain was directed at the intruder tonight, that weak trash.

The anger, however, fell upon his subject, Tokiomi Tohsaka.

Although limited by the Master's abilities, the Servant's power displayed by the intruder was very limited, barely able to resist even a top-tier magus. However, if he had used the power of his Noble Phantasm, Tokiomi Tohsaka would surely have died.

Failing to kill Tokiomi Tohsaka, this intruder was merely a coward with only a brave heart.

As for his current Master, Gilgamesh was, to be honest, completely disappointed in him.

He could understand the powerlessness of modern magi before Servants, but within the Magic Workshop, Tokiomi Tohsaka was not without the ability to fight. Moreover, even the Assassin had fled in disarray, and only then did Tokiomi remember to summon him!

What was the point of summoning him? To have him, the noble king, witness the pathetic state of his subject!

Gilgamesh wished to see Tokiomi Tohsaka elegantly using magic to restrain the intruder, while simultaneously using a Command Spell to invite him, the king, to bestow death upon the fool who had trespassed into the king's courtyard.

Not the messy basement, nor a subject cowering in the corner without any dignity!

He strode back into the basement, and upon seeing Tokiomi Tohsaka's contorted expression from the pain, Gilgamesh's suppressed dissatisfaction erupted:

"How pathetic, Tokiomi Tohsaka! How can my subject whine like a dog wagging its tail! To think that such an unbearable existence would disturb this King's pleasure!"

"My King…" Tokiomi Tohsaka opened his mouth to speak, but Gilgamesh's expression suddenly calmed.

Beneath the calm sea surface lay a surging current capable of shattering the soul.

"Remember this, Tokiomi Tohsaka."

The golden king dissipated into spirit particles.

"You have only one Command Spell remaining."

The golden radiance abandoned the basement. Tokiomi Tohsaka clutched his wound, numbly chewing on Gilgamesh's words.

Suddenly, he felt a tremor.

In the dark courtyard, Chinese lanterns cast an eerie red glow under the moonlight.

"I'm back."

The door opened, and the interior was silent. Naturally, no purple-haired girl stood up from the sofa, cheering and rushing towards him.

After all, Sakura had already been hypnotized by him personally.

Kariya walked with even more exhaustion than the previous night, shuffling like a zombie into the living room and throwing himself onto the sofa once more.

If the lights were on, the incandescent bulbs would have illuminated his bruised and battered right arm.

The Dream Summon (Install) itself does not cause damage to the user—but if the Noble Phantasm is forcibly suppressed, even the Servant themselves will be affected, let alone the Magus who is merely borrowing its power.

Noble Phantasm Name: Zabaniya.

No armor of any kind would be effective against this Noble Phantasm, which directly attacks the internal organs that no one can train.

While it is said that China has internal cultivation techniques, Tokiomi Tohsaka clearly did not possess such a method.

As long as Kariya released this Noble Phantasm and crushed the simulated heart with Shaitan, which was stored in his arm, Tokiomi Tohsaka would have no chance of survival.

However, the very next second after unleashing the Noble Phantasm, Kariya regretted it.

He remembered Rin Tohsaka. That girl didn't know that her close uncle was going to kill her beloved father. But once she learned the truth, the pain that would appear on her small face would break Kariya's heart.

He remembered Sakura Matou. Even though she had already severed ties with the Tohsaka family, and even if she wouldn't complain to Kariya, she would still secretly shed tears in private… As her guardian, how could Kariya bear to let her cry?

And then… Aoi.

She was such a person who was outwardly gentle but inwardly strong. If he killed Tokiomi Tohsaka, then the end between him and her would be sealed.

After realizing this, Kariya finally broke free from the flames of revenge. He merely injured Tokiomi Tohsaka and suppressed the Noble Phantasm, leaving quickly.

Although he didn't manage to chop off the man's hand and take his Command Spells, the flustered and even terrified expression on the face of the man who considered himself "elegant" when disaster loomed still brought Kariya immense satisfaction.

"Haha… Hahaha… Hahahahaha… You're nothing special either, Tokiomi!"

After the act of revenge, the triumphant laughter finally echoed in the dark hall.

Suddenly, his phone rang from his pocket.

Kariya took out his phone with his still-intact left arm and answered.

"Hello?"

"Kariya…" The young man on the other end of the line sighed helplessly. "Your operation tonight failed, didn't it?"

"Failed? What are you talking about?" Kariya laughed triumphantly. "I injured Tokiomi, and I even forced him to expend a Command Spell. It's a shame you weren't there to see the ridiculous expression on that guy's face, hahaha…"

Amidst Kariya's foolish laughter, the young man's sigh was almost imperceptible.

Giving the Assassin class card to Kariya was, of course, not just for him to exact personal revenge.

Sakutsuki's requirement for Kariya was to kill Tokiomi Tohsaka, or at the very least, to sever his hand and take all his Command Spells. It would be even better if Kariya's disguise could create a rift between Tokiomi and Kirei.

As a result, Kariya ran away halfway through unleashing his Noble Phantasm. Not only did he fail to kill Tokiomi, but he also made him wary, making it impossible to carry out the same assassination again next time.

As for the expended Command Spells… Please, did you forget that Tokiomi is allied with the Holy Church? With the threat of the Greater Sea Demon gone this time, who knows if that hypocritical priest Risei Kotomine will directly reveal his hand and assign the Command Spells to Tokiomi.

"In the end, he couldn't even manage to get a proper recording. Kariya, you really are…" Hanging up the phone, Sakutsuki sighed and helplessly deleted the video in his hand.

Originally, the recording of Assassin killing Archer's Master would surely have been useful in the subsequent actions, right?

With another weary sigh, the young man with golden eyes patted his cheeks, making his expression appear harmless, and then walked towards a certain side of the forest.

There, the maiden knight, bathed in moonlight, was helping up the Winter Princess she had sworn to protect.

"Sakutsuki!"

"Don't be nervous, Saber. I've come to negotiate…"

Wine and meat adorned the dining table, and rows of candelabra shone brightly.

The nobles of Erinn gathered in Mircolda's grand banquet hall; it was currently the climax of the feast.

But tonight's banquet did not allow those boorish men to compete in drinking.

Tonight, even the rough warriors would be intoxicated by the elegant fragrance of flowers.

That's right, this was a banquet held to admire beautiful and famous flowers.

Gráinne, the daughter of Cormac mac Airt, the High King of Ireland, was finally getting engaged.

Her fiancé was none other than Fionn mac Cumhaill, the son of Cumhal. He was a great hero who gained wisdom from the fish oil of the Salmon of Wisdom, possessed the ability of the Water of Healing, and was known as the leader of the peerless Knights of Fianna. He was a man whose strength and reputation were no less than those of the High King. There could be no happier marriage arrangement than this.

Following the old hero Fionn were his son, the poet Oisín, his grandson, the hero Oscar, and the valiant warriors of the Knights of Fianna, each capable of fighting a thousand men.

The swift-footed Caílte mac Rónáin, the druid mage Fergus, "the Terror of the Battlefield" Goll mac Morna, and Conan mac Morna, the Grey Lizard.

And also, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, renowned as the "Face of Glory," who held the honor of being the strongest.

All the heroes who could stand alone were present. Each of them loved Fionn, swore loyalty to him, and was unwavering. The great heroes revered their leader, dedicating their spears and swords to his command. This was the honor of a knight, the true will of the glorious warriors sung by the bards.

He held an aspiration for the path of a knight.

He would follow this path of a knight.

The knight firmly believed that he would one day die on the battlefield, wrapped in horsehide, in a glorious battle.

Until that night, at the banquet of destiny, he encountered a beautiful flower.

"You shall have my love, but the price is that you will bear a Geis. My beloved, please stop this detestable wedding and take me away… Take me to a place farther than the ends of the earth!"

The maiden wept, her eyes burning with the fire of sincere love.

It was a purgatorial flame that would consume his body… the hero understood this now.

But he could not resist.

The heavy burden of a Geis that tested his honor, and the path of loyalty he believed in—which one held more value? He asked himself this question several times, but no matter how much his heart wrestled with it, he couldn't find an answer.

Therefore, the reason driving him must have been something unrelated to glory.

The hero took the princess's hand, and together they turned their backs on a future brilliant with honor.

And so began a tragically beautiful love story that would later be sung of in Celtic mythology.

Fantastical dreams swirled in his mind, becoming Kayneth's only pastime.