Reunion in the Land of the Dead (Continued)

Feeling lonely.

It was only at this moment that the man entered her world.

"Hey, Scathach, I don't know how you got here, but you don't have to be so reserved."

"Others think the Queen of the Dead Kingdom is cruel and terrifying. And because they are afraid of death, they dare not approach you. But I will not do that, because I can see that Scathach is a very good person and a trustworthy partner."

"Are you embracing death? And you seem to know me quite well, Master. You're quite interesting. Interested in becoming my disciple? I'll train you to be the strongest hero!"

"Hero... no thanks, after all, such a noble word is obviously not related to me."

"Besides, if that really happens, I'll definitely have to kill you in the end, right? Whether as a partner or a student, it will be very difficult for me to do it."

"Hmph, you're really confident, aren't you? You actually think you can kill me before you've even started? You think you can?"

"It will definitely happen, because I can't see any desire for life in your eyes, isn't that what you desire too?"

"..."

"Sorry, sorry, I've said too much. Anyway, just focus on living well, Scathach. Death isn't the only end of life; you just lack a goal."

"Target? Do you know what that is?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's very far away, even as far as the future, or maybe it's very, very close, close enough to think about what to eat today. Anyway, if I had to make a suggestion, I would suggest that you go and have some fun. Don't always have such a serious face. Take a look at some modern magazines, buy whatever you like, and enjoy your vacation before the battle begins."

"No, you expect me to stay by your side to protect you, but instead allow your Servant to act freely? You are indeed very peculiar, my Master."

"Actually, there's nothing special about it. It's just that I consider you a partner, so naturally I hope you can become better."

"Hmph, Master, your mouth is more magical than a bard's. If you lived in my time, you would definitely achieve great things."

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——

No matter how you look at it, he was very strange. He was not afraid of himself at all, and he did not maliciously speculate about her because of the legend. He actually believed in her and gave her his trust.

This is truly a novel experience. How long has it been since I've had one?

No.

Perhaps he was only after his runes, but that doesn't matter anymore.

Because he understood her pain, he truly respected himself, and he truly entered her heart.

That's probably why she became so gentle.

She even kept thinking, if she had met him sooner, perhaps she wouldn't have become like this? He was an understanding person...

Similarly, he was also a fraud.

Finally, even though he had promised to use the Holy Grail to summon his true form and then give him a death, that guy broke his promise. He deceived him; he never intended to kill him.

The so-called "giving death" was actually just destroying her Spirit Origin and giving the Servant a death.

But she didn't hold a grudge.

After all, that experience did bring a rare bit of joy to her long life.

She could have endured the darkness if she had never seen the light, but after that experience, she grew weary of the Land of Shadows.

So she chased after that figure, leaving her own world for another, searching all the way.

Finally, after a pursuit that took only a few months or years for Rovey Wei, but hundreds or thousands of years for her, she finally found the figure she was looking for.

Surprisingly, this long pursuit brought her a rare moment of tranquility.

This also made her realize that what she lacked in her life was indeed just a goal.

Now, she has found it—

Sitting on the throne of the Land of Shadows, she slowly lowered her head, opened her wine-red eyes, and a smile finally appeared on her face, which had remained unchanged for a long time.

She watched as someone walked in, the figure exactly the same as the one in her memory, the very person she was searching for.

"You've finally come..."

On the throne of the Land of Shadows, Scáthach, who had just opened her eyes, looked at the figure who had come alone with some surprise. Then, a demonic smile appeared on her face, and she said, "It really has been a long time since we last met, my dear Master. I've been looking for you for ages."

"I think we haven't been separated for very long... but a lot has indeed happened since then."

Looking at that smiling face, Rovey also smiled.

"Yes, it's just a few years for you, but for me it's a span of thousands of years."

Scáthach spoke slowly, then gracefully descended from the throne and began to approach Rovey below.

"So, how do you think I should punish you?"

She asked Rovey with a dangerous smile.

"Ah, but wasn't it you who wanted to leave that time?"

Rovey had intended to answer that way, but looking into those smiling eyes, he could only sigh helplessly and say, "So, what do you want to solve?"

"How do we solve this...? Let me think about it."

Scáthach pondered for a moment, then looked at the ten glittering gold rings on Rovey's finger and sighed, "It seems you've suffered a lot on your journey to this point. To be honest, I regret not being more decisive back then and abandoning the Land of Shadows to stay by your side. If I had done that, I would be the only person by your side, and you wouldn't be in this situation."

Scáthach felt guilty.

She once fought alongside her Master as a partner and a queen, and was finally satisfied, but lost a rare opportunity because of her sense of responsibility.

It wasn't until her time in the Land of Shadows that she truly understood how precious that period was.

So much so that she even traveled across the world to catch up with him, thinking that this reunion would be romantic, as if it were destined.

But upon seeing the black-clad King of Knights and a woman she didn't recognize, she realized she had returned too late.

This also made her feel somewhat frustrated, after all, she was the one who started first, but now even the King of Knights was ahead of her, it was really embarrassing.

Although she, as the Warrior Queen, didn't care much about who went first or last, she still felt somewhat uncomfortable when she saw that her treasures had been shared by others.

And more importantly—

'Sure enough, this kind of romance is completely out of my league.'

Looking at this scene that should have been romantic, but instead seemed somewhat speechless, Scáthach realized that she was indeed never suited for such sentiments.

Therefore, rather than trying to describe the changes over such a long period of time in words, she prefers to convey the situation in the most straightforward way, just like when they first met.

"Come, Master, now that I've found you, the battle that started strong but ended weakly, and the peace you promised me, can be fulfilled once again."

Feeling that the time was about right, Scáthach extended an invitation to Rovey.

"You mean..."

Upon hearing Scáthach's words, Rovey understood something. He looked into those long-unseen wine-red eyes and realized that this kind of communication was indeed a bit awkward for Scáthach.

"Of course, it's about fighting! I'm also considered a goddess now, the guardian deity of Celtic warriors, and the queen of the Underworld in the land of the dead. That's why I was able to come here. Since warriors have met me, we should speak in the Celtic way. I won't help others for no reason."

"So, let's fight! If I am defeated, then it is only right that I submit to you and become your power. Similarly, if you are defeated, this time I will take you away and make you my own."

Scáthach licked her lips as she spoke, her words carrying an undeniable air of authority.

As a warrior, she has her own aesthetics, and she is also extremely selfish. If it is something she wants, then in the style of a Celtic warrior, she will naturally think about how to conquer it and take it for herself.

Now is the perfect time to demonstrate this principle.

If she loses, then everything she has rightfully belongs to Rovey, and he will remain her "Servant." Similarly, if she wins, then everything Rovey has will belong to her.

This is a classic example of robbery logic; it seems fair, but only she knows whether it's truly fair. However, she believes that Rovey will definitely satisfy her; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to establish that kind of relationship with Rovey.

"Oh, I see. There's really nothing we can do about it."

Upon hearing this, Rovey sighed, then looked at Scáthach was already ready, with a serious expression.

"Come on, Scathach! I accept this challenge."

"That's right, Master."

Upon hearing this, Scáthach also revealed a satisfied smile. Although she hadn't seen her little Master for so long, and he was almost unrecognizable in many ways, his essence remained unchanged.

My Master, you're still so good at spoiling people.

It's just a pity that she was serious this time. Compared to this Singularity that doesn't belong to her world, she cares more about you.

"This time, don't hold back like you did during the first battle, Master. What you did before won't satisfy me. And even with you, my pride, my desires, and my heart won't allow me to give in to you!"

Scáthach raised her magic spears, this time holding two in her hands, and the area beneath her feet still belonged to her Land of Shadows.

"I understand, Scáthach!"

Rovey stretched out his hand, causing the ten gold rings on his fingers to burst into a dazzling light.

"--So!"

"Bring it on--!"

Scáthach shouted, and the two charged forward.

Purple and gold light burst forth and flashed as the two clashed. The fierce battle and surging magic instantly destroyed the land surrounding the castle.

At the start of the battle, Scáthach did not use the authority of the Land of Shadows to suppress her, nor did she use any other Magecraft or Rune to deplete her strength. Because compared to those external forces and Magecraft props, she relied more on her own martial arts, because this was the great achievement she made with her own hands. This was the purest form of combat she could offer her Master, and it also allowed her to better convey the emotions in her heart.

Similarly, Rovey did not use any other Magecraft or Noble Phantasm. Even after realizing Scáthach's intentions, he only used his fists and everything he possessed to show off his somewhat immature but numerically powerful fists in response to Scáthach's expectations.

Although Scáthach sensed the danger emanating from the fist, her smile only grew brighter.

Yes, that's exactly what she was hoping for.

The intense clashes and the long wait caused Artoria and Nitocris, who hadn't yet entered the Underworld Land of Shadows area, to feel a bit of a headache. They were genuinely getting restless.

How long has it been? Several Tokiomi have passed.

How much longer are they going to have to wait here? Even if something like that really happened, shouldn't it be over by now?

Nitocris felt worried.

However, Gilgamesh was beside them, kept them waiting there, and like Merlin, he and the other man were watching with great interest.

"Don't rush, they've already started fighting. Is this a friendly sparring match as they meet again? Hmm, this does feel a lot like the battle between me and Enkidu," Gilgamesh said.

Black Lancer Artoria: "They've started fighting?"

"Yes, a fight broke out."

Merlin nodded.

"Merlin, how's the situation over there?" Nitocris asked anxiously upon hearing the news.

Scáthach has the upper hand.

Gilgamesh said, but there was no worry in his words; he remained completely calm.

Upon hearing this, Nitocris looked puzzled. "If that's the case, why won't you let us stop them? Rovey Love, isn't he your ally?"

"Hmph, he's nothing but a mongrel who annoys me."

Gilgamesh snorted coldly, "However, that fellow does indeed deserve to be called one of my few friends."

"Then why..."

Nitocris was about to accuse someone, but she noticed that Black Lancer Artoria was also looking towards the Land of Land of Shadows with her special vision as a goddess, her face as calm as ever.

'??? '

"Is Scáthach really winning?" she hurriedly asked Artoria.

"That's right, Scáthach is indeed stronger in martial arts," Black Lancer Artoria Alter nodded and said.

"Then why are you still so calm?"

Upon hearing this, Nitocris looked puzzled. "Isn't Rovey Lovi your favorite?"

Yes, but is there a problem?

Artoria nodded, her face also full of confusion.

"Isn't there a problem?"

Nitocris raised her hand, pointed at the unperturbed Artoria, and asked, "Since Scáthach has the upper hand, why are you still laughing? Aren't you worried about Rovey getting hurt?"

"Oh, I see. You don't need to worry."

Upon hearing this, Black Lancer Artoria suddenly understood Nitocris's concerns, but she still simply shook her head gently.