Someone in the Moonlit World, Starting from Adopting Sakura Chapter 44

"That's right, people need ambition, ideals, and selfishness! Life is for living for yourself, and you must live without regret! See the wider world... that's a truly wonderful wish."

"If that's the case, then let's work together for each other's goals! The Holy Grail War from now on will be no mere child's play."

"Archer, Saber, Lancer, Berserker, and Caster will all become our opponents, so are you ready? My little Master."

Iskandar earnestly asked his final question, gazing into Weber's eyes.

"Do I need to say it?"

Instead of answering, Weber unhesitatingly grasped his large hand, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said grumpily, "You idiot Rider, don't forget I'm your Master, you should be listening to me! If that's the case, then don't you dare drag me down in the upcoming Holy Grail War!"

"Hahahaha! Naturally, this King will not disappoint you!"

The two figures exchanged a smile, and then two fists, one large and one small, gently collided in the world of yellow sand, truly achieving a connection of hearts.

—The voice that deeply pierced my heart was like a never-ending cheer.

Tohsaka Residence.

Tokiomi Tohsaka, who had observed the entire battlefield, was now deathly pale. Even his usually most treasured gem-encrusted cane had fallen to the ground due to his trembling.

It made a crisp sound...

Even he, who was known for his elegance, couldn't help but swallow a few times. He felt as if he had been played, no, not as if, he was played.

This Kirei wasn't a lone Master, nor was he without allies, and his Servant wasn't Scáthach, but Fionn...

Furthermore, the other party seemed to have anticipated that someone might attempt a surprise attack on his plan, so they had formed an alliance with other Masters in advance, waiting for the fish to bite, and coincidentally, he was that fish.

Just as King Arthur was holding off Scáthach, and he saw victory within reach, preparing for a final push with a Command Seal. The other party directly signaled the attack, summoning two more Servants from the battlefield to surround them.

In just a moment, with all his Assassins on hand wiped out, all hope was extinguished.

For a moment, Tokiomi Tohsaka, who had been excited by victory, fell into deep self-blame and worry as he looked at the annihilated Assassins on the battlefield.

His premonition had come true...

The two most troublesome god-slayers had truly joined forces, and the subsequent direction of the war was truly beyond his control.

Could it be... that he was going to fail again this time...

Tokiomi Tohsaka leaned back on the sofa, utterly dejected, muttering to himself. His wide eyes no longer held their usual refined demeanor.

"Master..."

Seeing Tokiomi Tohsaka as if he had lost his soul, Kirei Kotomine, standing behind him, wanted to say something, but ultimately stopped himself.

Although he considered Tokiomi Tohsaka his teacher, Tokiomi Tohsaka was always filled with selfish desires, which, for Kirei Kotomine, who came from the Church, was not a commendable behavior.

Moreover, there was one point that particularly bothered Kirei Kotomine.

His heart had always been filled with confusion, and his life had always been devoid of pleasure. He vaguely felt that something must be wrong with him, and his wife's death had confirmed this.

Constantly honing his skills, devoutly following the doctrines, only to abandon them at the critical moment...

Even violating the doctrines did not stir any ripples in his heart.

This made him even more puzzled. What was he, and what was his wife thinking about at the time of her death? And what was he pursuing?

This answer left him perpetually confused and unable to find it.

Logically, Tokiomi Tohsaka, as his teacher, should have provided him with answers, but...

Seeing Tokiomi Tohsaka's dejected state, Kirei Kotomine knew very well that he wouldn't know the answer.

False, self-deceiving, suppressing one's true nature...

Kirei Kotomine wanted to question it like this, but he couldn't truly understand.

Since human nature distorts, even a teacher like Tokiomi Tohsaka would reveal his true nature through repeated failures, becoming irritable from his original elegance, so...

Suddenly, Kirei Kotomine's eyes widened, and he felt a fear from the bottom of his heart, along with a mysterious excitement...

What if... his own nature also distorted? What would happen then? Would he be able to find the answer that had been troubling him for so long...?

"...All Assassins are eliminated."

It wasn't just Tokiomi Tohsaka; on the other side, Emiya Kiritsugu also received the dire news from that direction immediately.

"That fast? Was the target eliminated? The Lancer's Master..."

Maiya wanted to ask something else, but seeing Emiya Kiritsugu's tired eyes, she quietly swallowed the words that were about to leave her mouth.

The answer was already obvious.

Finally, no matter how unwilling they were to believe this outcome, they had to make plans for the next step.

"Let Saber retreat now to preserve her strength. If the other two Servants surround her, her fate will be the same as the Assassins."

Emiya Kiritsugu was already aware of the dire situation on the battlefield.

Although unwilling, having already realized there was no hope, he naturally wouldn't sacrifice himself in vain. He immediately used the long-range communication device he had given Saber in advance, telling her to retreat immediately.

However, it seemed that Artoria's desire to leave at this moment was not as simple as Emiya Kiritsugu had imagined.

After Assassin was dealt with by Iskandar, Rovey showed no intention of being gentle and directly ordered Scáthach to unleash her Noble Phantasm to send Artoria away.

"Is it over already? I haven't had enough fighting..."

Scáthach, having received Rovey's command, shook her head and sighed slightly. She then looked at Artoria before her and reminded her, "Then, it's time to finish this, Saber."

"If you don't unleash your Noble Phantasm soon, this will probably be the last shot."

"What...?"

Without giving Artoria a chance to question, Scáthach made her move.

She stomped her right foot, and both of her crimson demonic spears appeared. Red mana coiled around her graceful form, and terrifying power began to surge rapidly. At the same time, she spoke softly, "Gáe Bolg Alternative"

In the next instant, a crimson beam of light, carrying an unparalleled aura, pierced straight through Artoria's vision.

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Chapter 51: Stop, Please Don't Fight Anymore! (6.5K words)

—Gáe Bolg Alternative, this is a very legendary technique.

As the demonic spear in Celtic mythology that never misses its mark, its essence is a terrifying technique that can reverse the "cause" that signifies the order of things. The moment the spear is thrown from Scáthach's hand, the "effect" of the opponent being hit by this technique is determined first.

First, with a melee attack, the first demonic spear "nails the enemy to space" and deprives them of their freedom. Then, the second demonic spear is thrown with all its might, ending their life. Naturally, any enemy caught in the trajectory of this thrown demonic spear will also perish.

Artoria, having prepared herself mentally, moved the instant she sensed Scáthach releasing her Noble Phantasm. She gripped the radiant, strongest holy sword with both hands, intending to unleash her own Noble Phantasm to clash with it.

However, unlike Scáthach's terrifying demonic spear that arrived instantly, her Noble Phantasm required chanting and charging. The holy sword in her hand also needed time to be unleashed. Therefore, in a battle where victory or defeat is decided in an instant, it was difficult for her to unleash the full power of the holy sword in her hands.

—Whoosh!!

The blinding red light pierced her vision and arrived in an instant. Facing Scáthach's terrifying demonic spear, Artoria, relying on her exceptional intuition, shifted her body slightly. Then, she swung the Sword of Promised Victory in her hands, unleashing as much dazzling light as possible towards the two incoming red lights in mid-air, attempting to block them. However, the cause and effect of being hit had already been predetermined; any attempt to block now was futile.

Scáthach's signature Noble Phantasm, Gáe Bolg Alternative, was the culmination of her lifelong martial arts. The extreme limit reached by this spear had long surpassed the limits of human martial arts, touching upon the realm of "causality" that even gods could not fathom.

Therefore, when this spear was thrown, the "effect" of the enemy being hit by the demonic spear was already determined, making it unavoidable. The subsequent "cause" was merely a supplement to this predetermined "effect." Without extraordinary luck, this technique could undoubtedly be called the ultimate killing move of "instant death upon release."

Thus, under Artoria's astonished gaze, the crimson beam of light, under the partial brilliance of the golden sword unleashed by her, quietly slipped away at the last moment.

In the next moment, it struck her chest, a spot incredibly close to her heart, in a way that was difficult for ordinary people to comprehend.

"Ugh!!"

A pained scream erupted. In just an instant, Artoria felt as if her heart was about to be pierced by the unparalleled impact. She coughed up a large mouthful of blood, and her body was sent flying uncontrollably, kicking up billowing smoke in the ruins.

Without a doubt, Scáthach's fatal blow had landed.

Gáe Bolg Alternative, true to its inherent properties, accurately hit the enemy's heart, but...

"Hmph... Is this fate, Saber? No... King of Knights, it's truly remarkable that you survived my attack. You truly withstood this causality-reversing strike."

Scáthach retracted her spear and offered her praise without reservation.

Although she felt like she should have hit with that thrust, the outcome before her was different. At the critical moment, Artoria, using some unknown method, managed to shift her demonic spear's trajectory slightly, so it only pierced part of her chest and did not directly pierce her heart for a killing blow.

Scáthach pondered the reason as she approached, preparing to deliver another strike.

"Hm?"

A faint, fresh fragrance drifted to her nose, followed by a few pale pink petals floating before her eyes. This subtly made her realize something, and a certain annoying figure appeared in Scáthach's mind.

"Was that guy interfering just now? Hmph, meddling fellow..."

Upon seeing the scattering petals before her, she understood what had happened and why she had missed.

"Mmm... Gáe Bolg, the demonic spear from Celtic mythology, truly lives up to its name. Just for a moment, it almost took my life... Queen Scáthach, your skill in martial arts far surpasses mine."

Clutching her chest, which had been pierced by the demonic spear, Artoria leaned on her sword and struggled to stand up from the ground. She looked at Scáthach before her and said with a grave expression.

'Not "almost," but it did hit. If someone hadn't interfered just now, you would already be dead...'

In response to Artoria's sentiment, Scáthach shook her head slightly. Then, twirling her spear, she looked at the severely wounded Sword Heroic Spirit before her, her heart filled with hesitation.

Should she just eliminate Saber herself?

Logically, in battle, the loser should obediently accept death. Furthermore, her Master's order was to eliminate Saber, but that succubus...

She did owe someone a favor. Even her current manifestation and connection to Rovey had a part of his contribution. And now, he was clearly asking her to spare the Saber before her, which truly put Scáthach in a difficult position.

"What's wrong? Lancer, did something happen?"

Rovey, who was observing from the shadows, sensed Scáthach's hesitation through his familiar. Seeing that she hadn't eliminated Saber as he instructed, he directly asked for the reason.

"It's nothing, Master," Scáthach said gently, shaking her head upon hearing Rovey's familiar voice. She then calmly stated, "I want to let Saber go this time. What do you think?"

"Let Saber go...?"

Rovey, standing in the shadows, was clearly surprised by Scáthach's response.

However, he didn't immediately fly into a rage because of Scáthach's actions, nor did he, from the perspective of a Master, scold her or forcibly control her with a Command Seal to attack. Instead, he patiently inquired, "Can you tell me your reason?"

"The reason is complicated. If I had to summarize it, it's because I owe a certain someone a rather large favor, and now that person wants me to repay it, so I plan to let Saber go."

"You owe someone a favor, so you're going to let Saber go?"

After hearing Scáthach's disjointed explanation, Rovey fell into thought.

Considering Saber's identity and then thinking of those few individuals with whom she had a close connection, he suddenly understood many things.

Moreover, he understood that his relationship with Scáthach was not simply that of a Master and Servant. Therefore, he didn't view Scáthach as a familiar or a weapon, but rather tried his best to act according to her wishes, achieving mutual understanding and tacit cooperation.