Someone in Type-Moon, Starting with Adopting Sakura Chapter 27

"Webber, Webber, what on earth are you thinking? Why get involved in such a ridiculous ritual... can a small fry like myself really interfere in a mythological war of this magnitude?"

However, aside from Iskandar, none of the people on the battlefield had the leisure to pay attention to the thoughts and feelings of a small fry like him at this moment.

"It's alright, little Master. Since this King is here, you won't get hurt."

Sensing Webber's unease beside him, Iskandar gently patted his head with his broad palm, then broke into a warm smile and spoke words of comfort.

Rider...

Feeling the warmth transmitted from that large hand, Webber found that the anxiety in his heart had clearly subsided. He even felt that the red-haired Rider before him was not as detestable as he had previously thought. He then moved closer to Rider as he suggested.

"Well then..."

After comforting his little Master, Iskandar's tone suddenly shifted. He immediately looked around, then raised his arm and amplified his voice with mana.

"Heroic Spirits gathered here tonight, heroes from different eras, have all appeared here now! Thus, if there are any rats still hiding in the shadows, any cowards who dare not show themselves, they will surely incur the disdain of me, King of Conquerors, Iskandar!!"

The deep, resonant voice, amplified by Iskandar's deliberate effort, echoed through the Fuyuki City docks. It quickly reached everyone present and began to spread further without any sign of weakening.

"Oh? Is this guy trying to round everyone up?"

Seeing Iskandar's actions, Scáthach couldn't help but show a faint smile.

"Rider, you're doing this..."

Artoria's expression was slightly taken aback. Based on Iskandar's words, were there others hiding around the battlefield?

"Hahaha, that's obviously apparent, Saber."

"Your battle with Lancer just now was incredibly brilliant. The exquisite swordsmanship and the mana that dispersed during the fight were so captivating that one couldn't help but stop and watch even from a distance. So, I and this... Lancer?"

Iskandar looked at Scáthach beside him with confusion. He only then realized that there seemed to be two Lancers this time. However, Scáthach was too lazy to respond to that.

"In short, this King believes that any hero, upon sensing such astonishing power, would absolutely be unable to remain calm! They would surely come here to observe. If they truly deserve to be called heroes, they should also appear by now!!"

Iskandar nodded at Artoria, then continued to shout loudly, his voice amplifying once more, quickly echoing throughout the entire port.

At this moment, a man in a suit, staying at the Tohsaka Residence, inwardly cried out that it was bad, his expression filled with panic.

"This is bad..."

Tokiomi Tohsaka's heart was in a state of utter panic, and his complexion grew increasingly grim.

"Indeed, it is bad."

Kirei Kotomine, standing beside him, nodded.

They hadn't expected this Holy Grail War to have a hero as straightforward as King of Conquerors, Iskandar. Not only did he openly reveal his true name, but he also used it to gather all the Servants in one area.

If their Servants were just Assassins without any sense of honor, it would be fine, but that wasn't the case this time.

Tokiomi Tohsaka knew the temperament of the ancestor he had summoned very well and could also sense the immense attraction this move would have for him, which was why he inwardly thought it was bad.

And the reality was just as he had predicted. Just as Tokiomi Tohsaka and Kirei Kotomine felt that things were going badly, that bad premonition soon came true...

"Hmph!"

Following a low snort, golden light slowly appeared, and then a figure clad in golden armor materialized on a streetlamp around the port.

—Bang!!

The sound of shattering echoed in his ears.

As if to express his dissatisfaction, the golden Heroic Spirit stomped his foot fiercely, directly crushing the light bulb of the streetlamp beneath him into fragments.

A golden Heroic Spirit who seemed to have a grudge against streetlamps had appeared!!

"It truly surprises me that three mongrels daring to call themselves kings would appear in just one night."

He looked down at the four people below (Webber was not counted in his eyes), with an arrogant and indifferent tone, completely disregarding these top heroes from history or mythology.

Was this the golden Archer who had eliminated Assassin with overwhelming strength at the Tohsaka Residence?

Upon seeing the golden Heroic Spirit appear, those who had already gathered intelligence cast their gazes upon this terrifying opponent, their hearts filled with admiration.

'Truly extraordinarily powerful!!'

Another powerful opponent, no less than, and perhaps even stronger than, the four Heroic Spirits present...

In just a single exchange, the four people present had already formed an estimate of the golden Heroic Spirit's strength.

"Even if you say that..."

Facing the golden Heroic Spirit's mockery, King of Conquerors, Iskandar, did not get angry. Instead, he stroked his beard with a thoughtful expression and said to him, "My name is King of Conquerors, Iskandar. The other three are also renowned heroes from mythology, and their names have all been announced. As a king, would you be willing to announce your name as well?"

"Hmm?"

Although it was just a simple question and probe, Iskandar's words struck the golden Heroic Spirit as incredibly jarring, causing his brow to furrow tightly.

The next moment, as if offended, he completely crushed the streetlamp beneath his feet into fragments.

—Bang, bang, bang!!

A series of explosions, accompanied by his angry voice, rang out.

"To be fortunate enough to behold my radiance, yet not know my true name, this arrogance and blindness are simply deserving of death!!"

With the angry voice falling, the golden king's palm suddenly waved in mid-air.

Immediately, countless golden ripples gently spread across the night sky, and then incessantly appeared. Golden gates of light flashed open one after another in the night sky, and countless golden Noble Phantasms poked their heads out from within, directly targeting Iskandar below.

"Are these all Noble Phantasms?!"

Seeing the Noble Phantasms continuously emerging from the golden gates of light, this unnatural scene caused the Heroic Spirits present to tremble.

Compared to Artoria's astonished expression and Iskandar's confusion, Scáthach and Fionn, standing beside them, had their eyes light up upon seeing the expanse of golden gates of light, as if they had thought of something.

Fionn bit his finger, then began to ponder the possible answer in his heart.

"Are we going to fight now? What an unreasonable guy..."

Facing so many Noble Phantasms, Iskandar, who was on the ground, naturally didn't dare to be the slightest bit negligent. He tightly gripped the reins of his chariot with both hands, his gaze immediately turning serious, ready to clash head-on with them.

"Ah... Ah, Rider... Are these really Noble Phantasms?"

Compared to Iskandar, who still had the presence of mind to be distracted while facing dozens of locked-on Noble Phantasms, Weber, curled up inside the Gordius Wheel, had completely lost his composure.

In his short life, he had never dreamed that he would one day see so many treasures from the age of myths, and what's more, be targeted by them!!

Unlike Iskandar, Weber, being an excellent student, could even recognize the true names and functions of those Noble Phantasms from memory. It was precisely because of this that his heart was in utter panic, and he could only hold onto Rider tightly, trembling.

Seeing this, Fionn couldn't help but frown. The grip on his double-headed spear also tightened subtly.

He didn't care about Rider's safety, but Weber was, after all, his master's disciple.

Although his master constantly complained about those two unfilial disciples, Fionn could hear that Kenneth had no intention of killing Rovey and Weber; it was more of a reprimand and a lesson.

This also gave him a great change in his perception of his master.

Talented, arrogant, and although he had many minor flaws in his personality, none were major. He was a very normal person. No, among Magus, such character could be considered outstanding.

When he first met him, Fionn knew that he could vaguely see some of his own reflection in Kenneth...

So he knew very well that if his master were here, he would never stand by and watch his student be killed. Therefore, Rider could be ignored, but he had to save Weber's life!!

Although if the golden Heroic Spirit above was indeed that person, it would be difficult for him, in his Lancer state which was not the strongest class, to defeat him, fortunately, due to certain achievements in his life, he had a good counter against this King in terms of compatibility. If this ocean also supported him, there might not be no chance of winning.

Thinking this, Fionn had already prepared for battle in secret.

Scáthach, who had also noticed this, smiled slightly and turned her attention to Artoria, whom she had been thinking about since the day.

If it was going to be a free-for-all, she also had to choose a worthy opponent, and this Saber was just right.

"Yes, my little Master."

In response to Weber's question, Iskandar gave an affirmative answer.

Those above were all Noble Phantasms, and their ranks seemed to be quite high.

"Th-then what should we do?!"

Facing the overwhelming magic and the sharpness of the Noble Phantasms, Weber, scared, tightly grabbed Iskandar's arm, not knowing what to do.

"Hey, hey, even if they are all Noble Phantasms, your appearance is too unseemly, isn't it? My little Master."

Rider shook his head helplessly at Weber's actions.

"Then... no one else should appear now..."

Before he could finish his last words, immediately—

"Arrrrr—rrrrr!!!!"

A sharp and wild roar suddenly echoed in his ears.

Then, a black Heroic Spirit pounced down from high above, and a violent aura was thus revealed!!

Chapter 36: The Pot of the World (6K words)

"Is that the Servant summoned by Tokiomi Tohsaka?"

In the port area, after receiving Matou Zouken's permission, Matou Kariya, who had appeared in the open, arrived here with Berserker.

He looked at the golden Heroic Spirit that appeared on the streetlight and had a pretty good idea.

Rider was the servant of that dark-haired, refined young man, Saber was the Einzbern's, and Scáthach was Rovey's. According to the information, Lancer shouldn't be it either, so the only one left who could be Tokiomi Tohsaka's servant was the golden Heroic Spirit above—Archer?!

After thinking through the cause and effect, Matou Kariya's expression no longer showed any hesitation. He directly ordered the black Heroic Spirit he controlled, Berserker, to charge into the battlefield.

"Arrr..."

Upon receiving Matou Kariya's order, the black knight glanced at him silently.

Originally, Matou Zouken had prepared to cast a magic incantation for double-madness to strengthen Lancelot's destructive power. However, considering Matou Kariya's frail physique, it was wishful thinking to control Berserker under double-madness.

Although he didn't care about the life of this unfilial descendant, he had to admit that Matou Kariya had some use in this Holy Grail War.

He could indeed die, but he couldn't die too early. Also, if Lancelot, who had double-madness, went out of control due to this brat's incompetence and destroyed his plans and arrangements, it would not be worth the loss.

Therefore, although Lancelot this time was a Berserker with self-induced rationality evaporation, he was not completely unable to communicate.

However...

"What's going on?"

Silently turning his head, he found that Berserker did not go into battle as ordered. Instead, he stood there blankly, his gaze fixed on Artoria in the battlefield, and then unhesitatingly entangled with her, violating the order he had given.

This scene left Matou Kariya feeling confused.

"..."

Matou Zouken, however, saw many things clearly.

"Lancelot and King Arthur, does this sort of thing always happen when they meet..."

"But King Arthur's foundation has already been seen through quite a bit. At a time like this, it's better to probe that Archer whose depths are unknown."

He wasn't flustered; instead, he pondered many things.

"In that case, I'll use a Command Seal. Using them up early can also create the illusion that Berserker has withdrawn."

Matou Zouken commanded Matou Kariya through his familiars.

"Control Berserker to attack Tokiomi Tohsaka's Servant directly. Probe the opponent's strength. Anyway, this is something you wanted to do, isn't it?"

"Old Worm..."

Hearing the voice in his ear, Matou Kariya clenched his fist, feeling extremely displeased.

However, he couldn't deny that what the Old Worm said was indeed what he wanted to do. So, he nodded silently and continued to focus his gaze on the battlefield.

"By the authority of the Command Seal, Berserker, ignore Saber and attack Archer directly."

"Huh? What's going on with this Black Knight?!"

Chosen by Berserker and forcibly dragged into battle, Artoria was somewhat alarmed. She swung her sword, which unleashed a whip-like azure gale, at the black silhouette before her, trying to block its assault.

But even though the opponent was a berserker who had lost his sanity, his exceptional swordsmanship seemed to be etched into his very being. Even when facing her blade, he could dodge and counterattack using his instincts.