Please Play Fate/GO With Me

"What's this? A suspicious old man with a beard dressed like a supervillain; a young mage who seems ordinary in every way except her spirit; and a beauty in the holographic projection who looks like a crooked merchant? Hmm? What kind of soul is hidden within your beautiful physical body? Well, as long as the appearance is beautiful and the figure is good, I don't care if it's an old man with a white beard inside!"

"Oh... and there's also a pink-haired young girl who looks somewhat familiar, but seems so naive and clueless. And then, looking at the opponent, whoa! What's with this terrifying giant wolf that looks like a king of demon pigs? Who is this Headless Knight who possesses a mount of this caliber?!"

"This won't do! This team is completely useless, I feel like we're going to be wiped out any second. Hey! Hey! Shirou, we should just run, shouldn't we?" The Box said non-stop before directly suggesting.

Chapter 87: Scythe of the Grim Reaper Deploys

"Shirou, you feel... strange in this state," Artoria said, looking at the boy whose hair had turned golden.

There was a familiar aura emanating from the boy, almost like a clone of herself, and the Box he was carrying felt even stranger.

"It's okay. Although I'm affected a bit due to my Spiritron Dress changing, I'm still me," Shirou explained.

"Ooooh!!! This voice, this beauty, these legs, isn't this my ideal perfect little sister! May I ask for your beautiful name, miss?" The decorations carved on the Box, resembling eyes and a mouth, shook violently along with its body.

"This talkative, sharp-tongued, and lewd way of speaking... could it be Kay?" Artoria frowned, looking at the Box.

"Eh? Miss, you with such charm, do you know me?" The Box said, flattered.

"This is Miss Artoria Pendragon, the King of Knights," Gudako ran up and introduced.

"Eh? Pendragon!!! Artoria? How can the King of Knights be a woman!" The Box exclaimed in shock.

"Insolent wretch, has your mind gone fuzzy since becoming a Box? Shall I chop you a couple of times to fix it?" Artoria said, raising her Holy Sword.

"Eeeek! This Holy Sword is the real deal!!!" The Box wailed, its worldview shattered.

"Merlin in this world is also a man," Shirou, who had memories from that other world, explained.

"What? That black-hearted yuri-bait who likes to act young?!" The Box shrieked again.

"Wait, so... this beautiful lady before me is my adoptive sister in this world? Damn it! I want to duel this world's me! I wish he'd swap with me!"

"Ah, for some reason, this old man feels like his only value is about to be stolen," the bearded old man said dejectedly.

Although this Magecraft Mystic Code possessed numerous powerful functions, its essence was a seal. The Box actually had a simulated personality with a female voice as a seal. However, to protect this sacred artifact, a member of the Knights of the Round Table was summoned into the Box, his true name being 'Kay'.

He was the eldest son of the old knight family where King Arthur was fostered in his youth, existing like a brother to the King. He had traveled through various European countries with the King, who was undergoing knightly training, and Merlin, leaving behind many legends.

Despite being talkative, sharp-tongued, and making countless enemies, he was perhaps the one who valued loyalty the most among the Knights of the Round Table.

Aside from Merlin, he was the one who knew the King best, having witnessed the King's upbringing and training process since childhood.

He was clearly a child, yet he was trained as 'the King' by his father and Merlin from an early age. This wasn't child abuse; before that, they didn't even regard the King as a 'person'.

Every morning, he underwent knightly training, then studied military and administrative affairs, never having a moment's rest. At night, he had to care for the horses and patrol, sleeping less than three hours a day. In fact, even in his dreams, he was still receiving education from Merlin, the Child of Nightmare.

From childhood to adulthood, the King never experienced even a fraction of the beauty of the country he protected.

Yet, even such a King was misunderstood by the Knights of the Round Table.

Tristan left with the words 'The King of Knights doesn't understand people' and departed from the Knights of the Round Table.

And for Guinevere, Lancelot slew Agravain, who caught them in the act of infidelity, and then accidentally killed two Knights of the Round Table, Gaheris and Gareth. Gawain, whose siblings were killed, swore eternal enmity towards him.

Then Mordred stepped forward, claiming to be the King's bastard child and requesting recognition, but was refused.

King Arthur still trusted Mordred, appeasing the stubborn knight and ordering him to stay in Camelot with Gawain and Kay. Meanwhile, the King led his army on a campaign to Rome to address Britain's food shortage, caused by the loss of Mystery.

During this time, Morgan le Fay stirred up trouble everywhere. The atmosphere within the Knights of the Round Table grew increasingly dire. Kay, who could no longer bear to watch, chose to leave temporarily. For him, this country, maintained by the King's sacrifice, was not important at all. It would have been better if it never existed in the first place, then the King could have been happy.

What he never expected was how severe the consequences of his departure would be. During King Arthur's campaign in Rome, Mordred was instigated and, along with disloyal feudal lords, launched a rebellion.

He led his self-recruited cavalry to cover the King of Knights' breakout, who was ambushed and on the verge of annihilation.

Kay stayed behind to fight the enemy army. He never saw the King again after that.

King Arthur returned to Camelot with his army and fought the brutal Battle of Camlann. Both sides fought until rivers of blood flowed. In the end, King Arthur killed the rebellious Mordred with the Holy Lance but received a fatal wound himself and was sent to Avalon.

That was a place only the innocent could enter. Kay, unable to undo his irredeemable mistakes, could not enter.

With guilt and sorrow, Kay voluntarily became the tomb keeper in the royal family's cemetery. He did not leave even after death, but continued to guard for a thousand years in the form of a soul.

During this time, legends of the "Eternal King" spread. The dying King Arthur was carried by four Lady of the Lake into Avalon, and the people believed that King Arthur had not died and would return to save them.

"Ade, are you ready? This is a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity to fight alongside the King of Knights," Shirou said.

"You can just call me Artoria here," the golden-haired girl said.

"Oh, Artoria, ah! What a beautiful name. I suddenly feel motivated! Shirou! Let's go! In this state, let's cause some chaos!!!"

'Ade' instantly transformed. The small birdcage-like Box unfolded, emitting a hazy blue light like marsh fire, and a long scythe appeared in the boy's hand.

This was a Magecraft Mystic Code passed down through the family for a thousand years. When deployed in this form, it was a limited mode, a scythe that reaped souls like the Grim Reaper, hence its name, 'Scythe of the Grim Reaper'.

"Jeanne! Attack!" Shirou, rushing forward, made a gesture and shouted at the silver-haired girl who had rushed out of the shop.

"I know! This is the roar of my soul, tempered by hatred—『La Grondement du Haine』!!"

Blazing flames erupted, engulfing the entire street and trapping the giant wolf and the boy and girl within.

"Well done! Now the Headless Knight can't escape. It's a fight to the death!" 'Kay', transformed into the scythe, shouted.

The giant wolf roared, and the Headless Knight swung his long scythe, leaped high, and brought his giant paw down on the boy.

"Vassal's Iron Hammer!!!"

The black Holy Sword released its magic, transforming into a black great hammer over two meters long in the golden-haired girl's hand. It stirred up a gale and smashed down towards the giant wolf's descending paw.

The battle has officially begun!

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Chapter 88: Sword Shadows and Sickle Light Dance

On one side, a Headless Knight rides a giant wolf three meters tall. On the other, a 154cm blonde girl holds a Holy Sword emitting black light.

Despite the immense difference in scale, the girl showed no fear, facing the threat calmly as she swung her Holy Sword with all her might.

The giant wolf's claws collided with the black demonic hammer, a dull thud echoing as immense power clashed. Artoria took a step back, the wolf's claws recoiling from the impact.

"Awooo!!!" The giant wolf opened its maw and let out a piercing roar. The air it exhaled was like a hurricane, kicking up dust and sand to blind the eyes, its sharp fangs seemingly ready to tear the enemy apart.

Just then, Shirou charged forward. Lowering his body, he swung his sickle, its sharp edge landing between the giant wolf's jaws.

The giant wolf cried out in pain and snapped its mouth shut, its eyes glaring as it prepared to swipe its claws and tear the boy before it to shreds.

Artoria stepped forward again, her sword slashing at the giant claws, blocking the wolf's attack.

At this moment, Shirou's combat style leaned more towards agility, a fighting technique honed through his physical body. His coordination with Artoria was incredibly seamless, as if they were the left and right hands of the same person.

Shirou found it incredible himself. Although the body he summoned and used for possession was cultivated to revive the King of Knights, his pseudo-Spiritron Dress was the closest to the legendary King Arthur, almost identical except for the lack of dragon factors.

Perhaps because of this, he now felt like Artoria's other half.

He could predict her next move without even looking as she wielded the Holy Sword, understanding her intentions with a single glance. This allowed him to always provide the perfect support for the blonde girl's offense.

The girl, too, understood the boy's every action. Perhaps it was because his current Spiritron Dress was indeed very similar to hers, but she knew the true reason for their perfect synergy.

The most crucial factor was the boy's heart, his complete trust in her, which allowed her to safely entrust her own protection entirely to him.

In this moment, their breathing was synchronized. Though their bodies weren't touching, they were more intimate than people holding hands or embracing. They were open with each other, their hearts connecting, their minds and souls tightly bound together.

Their attacks were continuous. After one launched an assault, the other would follow up.

One attacked with their whole being, knowing that someone would surely shield them from all danger.

The boy and girl exchanged glances, a sweet smile gracing their lips.

Their combined attacks were like a legendary sword formation. The shadow of the Holy Sword and the light reflected by the Scythe of the Grim Reaper intertwined, as if dancing, unleashing several times their usual strength. The giant wolf, with its terrifying power, no longer seemed so formidable.

"Awooo!!!" The giant wolf yelped in pain, another wound appearing on its body.

The giant wolf looked at the boy and girl before it in confusion. They both appeared so weak, certainly no match for it. Yet, as they fought, it felt like facing a giant with six arms and three heads.

Every powerful claw swipe and sharp bite from the ferocious giant wolf was neutralized by their tacit understanding and cooperation. As the wolf's attacks were blocked, it would be injured by the other, and for a time, it was suppressed by their combined assault.

"Burn!!!" Jeanne d'Arc raised her banner and shouted.

Mana transformed into flames and suddenly exploded against the giant wolf's body, causing it to cry out in surprise.

However, this interrupted Artoria and Shirou's combo, forcing them to retreat and dodge the flames.

"Hey, Firecracker! Were you trying to mess with us?" Artoria yelled angrily. They had such a good rhythm going on!

"Hmph! I just saw you two going at it endlessly. I don't quite understand, but I felt like joining in!" Jeanne d'Arc drew her long sword and charged forward.

Shinjuku·Archer continuously fired demonic bullets, keeping the Headless Knight, who wielded a long scythe, occupied.

Under the siege of the four Servants, the Headless Knight and the giant wolf could no longer resist. After taking several more heavy blows, they fell to the ground.

"Is it over?" Gudako asked.

"No! The Headless Knight is emitting strong magical fluctuations. Senpai, please be careful!" Mash shouted, looking at the monitoring data.

"Awooo!!!" The giant wolf raised its head and let out a mournful howl. Its eyes revealed the rage and despair of being unable to avenge its kin, its resentment entwining with mana, transforming into black energy that enveloped the wolf.

The Heroic Spirits that appeared in this world, aside from Artoria, all seemed quite special. There were Pseudo-Heroic Spirits generated by the Holy Grail, and beings that never existed in reality—Phantasmal Beasts.

Originally, Phantasmal Beasts referred to fictional entities whose Spiritron Dress stats were insufficient to become Heroic Spirits or Anti-Heroic Spirits.

For example, well-known stories with billions of believers, even fictional beings or those whose achievements were insufficient to become Heroic Spirits, could possess the possibility of being summoned as Heroic Spirits, like Rhyme or Holmes.

But if it were merely a concept from fictional novels or ghost stories, a Phantasmal Beast, it could only quietly await the passage of time. There might be a possibility of becoming famous in later generations like Sherlock Holmes and thus becoming a Heroic Spirit, but most would simply disappear.

However, in this Shinjuku world, this common knowledge had been overturned. Phantasmal Beasts merged with Phantasmal Beasts, and Phantasmal Beasts merged with Heroic Spirits, becoming beings more ferocious than the vast majority of Heroic Spirits.

Enveloped in black energy, the giant wolf underwent a mutation. Originally an unstable product of a Phantasmal Beast combination, it changed again. Something writhed within its gray-blue fur, piercing through and growing into purple-blue, elongated protrusions like spikes. The Headless Knight's black scythe was also held in the giant wolf's mouth.

It could no longer be called an animal, but a monster filled with hatred.

"It forcibly changed its class! Rider has now become an Avenger!" Mash of Chaldea exclaimed in shock. "So, it wasn't the Headless Knight in charge from the beginning, but that wolf!"

Jeanne d'Arc Alter looked at the transformed giant wolf, seeing a reflection of her past self, and cursed bitterly.

"You idiot! Becoming an Avenger means becoming a monster that feeds on hatred and revenge, a cursed being. The resentment and despair in your heart can never be released.

At this point, even killing your enemy is futile. Destroying the world is useless. With continued killing, your mind will inevitably twist, and you might even forget the reason for your revenge, only feeling anger and despair, eventually degenerating into a killing machine, tormented by inner pain until death."

"This wolf is beyond saving..." Jeanne d'Arc Alter looked at the Demon Wolf that had become an Avenger, as if making a resolve, and pleaded with Shirou, "Shirou, help me. Let's finish it here together!"

"Understood. I'll activate my Noble Phantasm for a combined attack too!" Shirou agreed, then opened his Mystic Eyes to observe the monster's true form.

Chapter 89: The Final Revenge Demon Wolf

Its true name is—Black Forest Lobo.

On the Caranpo Plateau in New Mexico, there was a gray wolf legendary like a hero, leading five fierce wolves. Among them was Blanca, the white wolf, Lobo's wife.

Lobo was a valiant warrior, his wisdom no less than that of humans. He easily saw through the traps set by humans, dodging bullets, and no matter how skilled the hunters, they could do nothing against him.

The Wolf King Lobo was like the master of the plateau. He freely hunted farm cattle for food, eating 2,000 head in five years. He was also capable of killing two hundred and fifty sheep in one night out of revenge, without touching a single one.

Finally, the hunters killed the white wolf Blanca and set thousands of traps around her corpse. This lured the grief-stricken Lobo, who was finally caught in the traps.

Even after being wounded, this Wolf King fought against humans until his last moment, dying in despair and sorrow.

His deeds were adapted and written into the book "Wild Animals I Have Known" by Seton, the "Father of Animal Stories," and became widely known throughout the world.

On Lobo's back was a phantom spirit, the undead mercenary Black Forest Lobo, whose head was blown off by a cannonball and who now wandered the Sleeping Valley.

As a representative of resentment and hatred, he merged with the Wolf King Lobo, two phantom spirits becoming one. The one in control was not Black Forest Lobo, but the Wolf King Lobo.

A strong desire for revenge made it feed on humans and resentment, growing stronger in anger and despair until it became a monster that had forgotten everything and only knew revenge.

"Wolf King Lobo! There is no grassland here that you miss, nor the wife you cherished. Therefore, I shall be the one to kill you." The silver-haired girl looked at the corrupted Wolf King, raised the cursed battle flag high, and declared:

"Only by dying in a dream of bubbles can we avengers find salvation! — Roar! My Wrath (La Grondement Du Haine)!"

Flames of hatred surged, trapping the mutated demon wolf.

The scythe in Shirou's hand transformed into a spear of light.

This was the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad, one of the anchors that fixed the surface world and the inner world to the planet, a radiant tower at the end of the world, a pillar protecting the human race.

Even with its seals not fully broken, wielding even a small portion of its power had destructive force comparable to god-tier Magecraft.

Shirou recited the gravedigger's incantation, a eulogy for transcending spirits, hoping to grant release to souls in the world who were bound by resentment, lost their inner selves, and could not ascend.

"Graye...me... I am the Burier..."

"Graye...for-you... I will dig your grave..."