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A handsome man with flowing golden hair, a fair and flawless face, and eyes as brilliant as gems that constantly sparkled with wisdom stood there, holding a strange long spear in his hand.

His fingers were slender and clean, his bearing unique and elegant, his countenance like the first light of dawn—radiant with a gentle glow even amid his striking looks, making it impossible for onlookers to look away.

The man gazed up at the night sky, a faint smile curling at the corners of his lips. Then, without holding back, he let his magical energy surge forth freely, spreading his presence like a fisherman casting enticing bait, quietly waiting here for his Servant to take the hook.

And now, someone had already arrived...

"Huh? Looks like the battlefield has finally seen some changes."

Beneath the deep, dark night, a Red-Haired Giant with a rugged face and a muscular frame that strained his clothes stood atop a massive bridge in Fuyuki City, like a proud lion. He overlooked the battle unfolding not far away, his bright red cloak flapping noisily in the evening breeze.

The man crouched down, stroking the stubble on his chin with a broad palm, and narrowed his eyes to carefully observe the distant skirmish.

In the steel jungle of stacked containers, a petite Silver-Armored Knight was locked in a standoff with the golden Lancer who had been waiting there for some time.

"Interesting. Are the heroes starting to make their entrance? This is something to look forward to..."

A murmur of admiration escaped his lips.

"Aaaah, Rider! It's too high, it's way too high up here! Hurry up and let me down!!"

Beside him, Weber, who had been completely ignored by the Red-Haired Giant, stood trembling in the cold night wind. The ground was at least several dozen meters below, and as he watched the endless stream of cars beneath, imagining what would happen if he fell, his legs began to shake uncontrollably.

"Hey, kid, you're my Master now—Iskandar, King of Conquerors. How can you be such a coward? Come on, straighten up and watch this war that doesn't belong to this era with me!"

"Rider! What the hell are you talking about? There's no way I can see anything from this distance—I'm not a Servant! And standing this high, if I lose my footing and fall, it'll be a huge problem..."

"If your eyes can't see, don't you have magecraft?"

Glancing at his little Master, who was still clinging to the steel beam and shivering, the King of Conquerors sighed helplessly. He raised his hand, summoned the Gordius Wheel, tucked Weber under his arm, and lifted him onto it.

"Besides, spouting such disheartening words is a big taboo before a war, little Master! You may be small in stature and height, but your spirit must not cower. The heroes we're about to face come from different eras—such a half-hearted attitude won't do."

"Even if you say that... I still don't know what to do now..."

Seeing the King of Conquerors' intensely serious gaze, Weber sighed and replied helplessly.

He had stumbled into this so-called magical ritual by chance, without even preparing in advance. On a whim, he had stolen Kenneth's Sacred Relic, borrowed money, and flown over.

So for him, this magical ritual known as the Holy Grail War was nothing but confusion—and utter bewilderment...

The initial fervor of stealing the relic, rushing to Fuyuki City by plane, and wanting to win the Holy Grail War had already been extinguished after summoning the Heroic Spirit and being hung out to dry in the cold wind for half an hour.

Weber turned his head to look at the tall, upright man beside him, whose expression was brimming with pride, and his heart was a tangled mess...

He had come to realize that his impulsive actions had dragged him into some extraordinary magical ritual, but it was too late to back out now. With no other choice, he could only push forward.

"Don't know what to do? So you're lost, then..."

"..."

Weber said nothing, just let out a helpless sigh.

"But I know how to fix that. If you don't know what to do, just set yourself a goal. For example... first seize the Holy Grail! Then think about how to use it later."

Iskandar clapped his hands together and said to Weber.

"You joined the Holy Grail War for the Grail too, right? So just stop thinking about how to do it. Set your sights on claiming the Grail and becoming the final victor—then you won't be lost anymore!"

"Claim the Holy Grail? Me?"

Hearing Iskandar's bold declaration, Weber couldn't help but swallow hard. He shifted his gaze, immediately using reinforcement magecraft to enhance his eyes, and looked toward the port where two golden-haired Servants were locked in fierce combat. A chill ran down his spine.

"Isn't it obvious? If you're not after the Grail, why join the Holy Grail War? Look at those two heroes over there—aren't they fighting each other for the Grail?"

"Even if you can't do it, you've got me, haven't you? As long as I'm here, both land and sea will be conquered by me! The Grail is a piece of cake! And I've been itching for this for a while now."

"Huh?"

"Seeing them fight so fiercely, witnessing this meeting and clash of heroes from different eras—my conquering heart can't hold back anymore, hahaha—"

With that, the King of Conquerors grinned broadly, then leaped onto his Noble Phantasm, the Gordius Wheel.

"Huh? You're just charging in like that? Weren't you going to watch their fight from here? And if you rush in like that, won't both sides gang up on you and put you in a tight spot?" Sensing what Iskandar was about to do, Weber shouted in alarm.

"—Hahaha!! So what? My conquering heart won't be stilled. Whatever happens after, we'll deal with it then!"

Amid Weber's cries of shock, the headstrong King of Conquerors burst into hearty laughter, gripped the reins tightly with both hands, and steered his beloved chariot, shouting, "Giddyup! Forget it, little Master—we're joining the fun too! Seeing them fight so fiercely, I can't hold back any longer! Here we go! Ride with me into this grand feast!"

"Wait! Don't drag me into this—go by yourself if you want!"

"No can do. As my Master, you have to make an appearance with me!"

After a bout of cheerful laughter, the King of Conquerors pulled the reins. With a crisp crack of the whip, the Noble Phantasm Gordius Wheel roared to life, and azure arcs of lightning lit up the night sky.

Fuyuki City's port.

Compared to the noisy squabbling between the King of Conquerors and Weber, the battle here was far more intense.

Sparks flew as the magic spear and holy sword clashed, illuminating the area. The ringing sounds of steel meeting steel wove together into a grand symphony.

The handsome man with hair like flowing gold spun his body, bathed in the cold moonlight. In the heat of battle, he tossed his golden locks back, revealing a face so stunning it could drive women mad.

The strange spear in his hand, shaped like a magic wand, erupted with immense power under his control. Endless streams of water gathered around him at his command, as he calmly and unhurriedly countered the fierce assault of the Golden King of Knights before him.

Between each clash of technique, surging magical energy began to radiate outward—a ceaseless torrent of water and a relentless gale of wind reflecting off each other under the moonlight.

Finally, after hundreds of exchanges, the blond man commanding the water seemed to sense something. He offered Artoria a faint smile, then shifted his stance, withdrew his assault, and disengaged from the heated battle.

"Hm?"

Sensing the man's intent, Artoria felt a flicker of surprise, but wary of a trap, she didn't rush to pursue. Instead, she fixed her cold gaze on the blond man and demanded bluntly.

"Are you trying to flee?"

"Flee? You misunderstand..."

Faced with Artoria's accusation, the blond man showed no anger. He lightly bit his finger, then replied with refined composure.

"I merely noticed something interesting just now, so I needed to break off and confirm it, fair swordswoman."

He looked at Artoria, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes.

At the same time, Artoria felt her body stiffen. Her keen instincts warned her that something was wrong. She snapped her gaze to the man's eyes, only to see her own reflection staring back.

Then a strange sensation of being completely seen through washed over her, sending a chill down her spine.

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Chapter 29: Are You Diarmuid? (1/2)

The moonlight was serene, the stars scattered like dots.

A sharp clang of metal rang out across an unmanned port in Fuyuki City.

Fierce fighting spirit and released magical energy scattered with every clash of spear and sword, the terrifying destructive force leaving the desolate battlefield scarred and battered.

Waves of water and starlight reflected off each other beneath the night sky.

On the battlefield, having received her Master's command, the Servant Artoria let out a furious shout, then raised her Invisible Sword and swung it at the blond man before her.

In response, the handsome man with a violet-like aura showed no change in expression. He wielded his oddly shaped Double-Headed Spear, once again summoning a trickling stream from an unknown source to meet the invisible blade's edge with all his might.

Though the streams seemed weak, under the man's control, their explosive power and resilience rivaled the swirling azure gale. After several exchanges, the relentlessly attacking Artoria came to realize just how troublesome this man truly was.

"Such fierce fighting spirit—I'm sure you're a battle-hardened warrior. Though you've deliberately hidden your weapon, my intuition tells me you must be the Saber in this Holy Grail War."

"Heh, that's not certain. Jumping to conclusions on the battlefield is a bad habit. You can't see my weapon, after all—maybe I'm actually a Lancer or an Archer."

Even though he'd seen through her, Artoria's expression didn't waver. The magical energy gathering in her palm surged, and she continued driving the invisible gale at her enemy with fierce strikes.

"You do love to jest."

Seeing Artoria deny it outright, the blond man smiled faintly, once again channeling the water to block her incoming attack. He took a step back, watching Artoria's agile form in the moonlight. Biting his fingertip, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he continued.

"I'm no hero known for wisdom or a sage, but when it comes to perception, I have some confidence."

Hmm... rather than a fierce gale, what's hidden is the aura of Star Power...

The Saber class, Star Power, and a signature weapon she's unwilling to reveal.

"I see, I see... I understand now."

As the pieces came together, the blond man biting his finger had a flash of insight—he'd found the answer he sought.

'So it's that one? How unexpected.' He thought to himself.

At that moment, Saber's secret was completely laid bare before him.

He narrowed his eyes, looking at Saber with a knowing smile. Artoria felt that uncomfortable sensation of being fully seen creep over her once more.

But before she could act, the blond man's gaze shifted to Irisviel, who had been hiding behind Artoria. His eyes seemed contemplative, as if calculating something.

Artoria's expression grew serious. She stepped forward, staring warily at the blond man, and demanded.

"What do you intend to do to my Master?!"

Compared to dueling with ancient heroes from myth, attacking a vulnerable Master was the better choice in this Holy Grail War.

"Rest assured, Saber. I mean no harm to the lady behind you."

The blond man shook his head slightly, then replied in a courteous tone. "It's just that my Lord is very interested in two Masters in this Holy Grail War, so he asked me to confirm during battle which pairs are the ones he needs to watch closely."

He swung the double-headed spear, mana silently erupting in the shadows. The blue-silver armor, accompanied by the dancing polearm, traced a flourish in midair before he stated in a matter-of-fact tone, "Clearly, you and your Master are not."

"You... are you belittling me?"

Seeing the Blond Man's nonchalant demeanor, Artoria's gaze grew colder, as if blades lurked within her eyes. The Invisible Sword in her hand erupted like a volcano, fueled by her intensifying emotions.

"I wouldn't dare. Of course, I wouldn't casually belittle any hero, let alone the renowned King Arthur."

The man waved his hand, then spoke with a hint of surprise, "It's just that I never expected the legendary King Arthur to be a woman."

Artoria: "!"

Irisviel: "!!"

On the battlefield, the two members of the Saber group sharply drew in their breath, staring at the man before them in disbelief.

They hadn't anticipated that this Blond Man would not only see through their class but also directly identify their true name—and announce it so brazenly.

What was going on? Did this man possess a special skill like True Name Discernment?

Had he appeared here with the very purpose of luring other groups' Servants to him, then exposing their true names?

Realizing this, even Artoria, who had been composed until now, found her expression darkening. She glared at the blond heroic spirit before her with hostility.

Now that her secret had been uncovered, she decided to hold nothing back. There was no longer any need to conceal her weapon. She gripped it tightly, channeling her mana to dispel the fierce gale shrouding the blade, revealing its true form beneath. Then she spoke coldly, "So what if I'm a woman? Can King Arthur not be a woman?"

"Unknown hero, do not underestimate me simply because I am a woman. You will pay a heavy price for that. Before I am a woman, I am a knight—a king!"

"Saber..."

Seeing their true name exposed, Irisviel's eyes flickered with deep concern from behind.

"It's fine, Irisviel. Fall back a little now, and stay safe. I'm going to go all out!"