Type-Moon, I Sakura Matou Rewrite Destiny

Golden ripples spread, Glittering Noble Phantasms aimed at the Mysterious Servant...

As if a threat, as if a warning.

The Ultimatum had been delivered. Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes, seemed to have reached the end of his patience.

Facing the Noble Phantasms nearly pressed against his neck, the Mysterious Servant remained unmoved as a mountain. He looked at Gilgamesh, still lounging lazily on the ornate sofa, yet even so, he sat towering and immovable before him.

"Hmph...!"

A cold snort rang out. Seeing the servant before him sink into silence once more, Gilgamesh seemed to lose interest in conversing with this fellow. He tilted his head back and downed the wine in his goblet in one gulp.

"Tomorrow at Sunrise, if you still dare to block This King... even you... This King will deliver Judgment without hesitation!"

While in the Tohsaka Basement, the two servants of Tokiomi Tohsaka's camp seemed to be having a very unpleasant quarrel.

Tokiomi Tohsaka and Kirei Kotomine, master and disciple, were instead idly playing Chess in Tokiomi's study.

Staring at the White Pieces pressing forward step by step on the Chessboard, Kirei Kotomine, holding the Black Pieces, had his mind nowhere near the Game.

He did not seek the Holy Grail... he had no wish... If he had to say what Kirei Kotomine wanted to know... it was the Value of Existence of his own self...

And according to the intelligence Kirei Kotomine had gathered for Tokiomi Tohsaka...

That Magus Killer... seemed to be his Kindred Spirit... Thus, for the first time, a certain wish was born in Kirei Kotomine's heart... He had been Distracted more than once during this time.

'Kiritsugu Emiya... what Value of Existence did you find?'

While replaying Kiritsugu Emiya's data in his mind and guessing what answer he might obtain from Kiritsugu Emiya, Kirei Kotomine did not notice... that this Game had already ended during his Distraction.

'Kirei is Distracted again... It seems the pressure of the Holy Grail War is still too much for him... But I'm sorry, Kirei, you are still necessary to me for now...'

Thinking of the servant Kirei Kotomine had summoned, Tokiomi Tohsaka, who was one hundred percent certain he would win the Holy Grail War, chose not to disturb Kirei Kotomine. Instead, he turned his chair directly and looked out the window at the Bright Moon, revealing an elegant and confident smile...

But Tokiomi Tohsaka did not know that his servant, Gilgamesh, was standing silently in Spirit Form in the Tohsaka Garden, sneering at Tokiomi Tohsaka, who seemed to hold Certain Victory.

"Hmph... a boring Mongrel."

At Einsbern Castle... Kiritsugu Emiya and Zouken Matou had completed their so-called Alliance.

Like a Puppet controlled by Zouken Matou, Shirou Chiko officially moved into Einsbern Castle tonight.

Waking up in an empty room, his mind already implanted with a set of False Memories, Shirou Chiko looked at his current surroundings, then at the Berserker who had been practically glued to his side these past few days.

He shook his head, his eyes slightly dazed.

The memories of how he came to this castle and why he was sleeping in this room were naturally not missing from Shirou Chiko's mind... But somehow, after waking up, he always felt that the memories surfacing in his mind were a bit false... as if he had never actually experienced them himself.

Just as Shirou Chiko was about to use the magecraft he had learned from Zouken Matou to check his body's condition...

A few Knocks sounded.

The 'Grandfather' in Shirou Chiko's perception entered his room directly, accompanied by a spirited Blonde Lady.

"Shirou, did you rest well last night?"

Feeling that the memories of last night lacked authenticity, Shirou Chiko pressed the soft Mattress beneath him, then smiled and nodded at the kindly-looking 'Grandfather'.

"Yes, Grandfather, I rested very well."

"Hehehe, good that you rested well... Shirou, let this old man introduce you. This is our ally's servant, Saber. In the coming days, she will participate with you in... the real Holy Grail War!"

Looking at Artoria, even if he wasn't a Looks-Obsessed person, facing this older sister before him, Shirou Chiko couldn't help but feel a fondness. He smiled and nodded at Zouken Matou, then immediately jumped off the bed.

"Sister Saber, my name is Shirou Chiko. You can call me Shirou from now on... My goal in participating in the Holy Grail War is to help Grandfather heal his body... Please take care of me from now on!"

Lowering his head to stare at the Red-Haired Boy before her, who was tilting his head up, extending his hand, and showing a naive smile.

Expressionless Artoria seemed a bit stiff at this moment.

After Shirou Chiko had held out his hand for a long time, Artoria, with a trace of self-blame, reluctance, and confusion deep in her eyes, finally removed her Gauntlet and gently grasped Shirou Chiko's hand.

"I am the Servant, Saber... Shirou, you may call me Saber from now on."

30. Reckless Action, Attack on Einsbern Castle...

She was a king, a king who would give everything for her people, the Perfect Saint King praised by Britain for a thousand years...

She cleansed the land of Monsters that wrought havoc, she issued one Benevolent Rule after another that the people praised, she led her Knights to repel Invaders... It seemed she had done everything a king could do for her subjects...

Yet, Betrayal, Betrayal, and more Betrayal...

Perhaps she was too selfless, so selfless that people doubted whether she was human.

Or perhaps because she gave everything for her people, it stirred pity in others...

In the end, this king ended her life amidst bleak Betrayal...

At the very end... only her Old Friend, who was both teacher and friend, pushed the boat carrying her Sleeping Body, sailing forlornly across the calm Avalon Lake...

This Maiden, who had seen the end from the Time of Drawing the Sword, sailing as a Lone Boat on the lake, this king who had given nearly everything for her people, now slowly opened her eyes in Einsbern Castle.

Looking at the Morning Sun rising in the sky, looking at the Red-Haired Boy not far away, doing Physical Training in the Castle Garden.

In This Timeline, a trace of self-blame and confusion flashed in Artoria's eyes.

Even as she kept repeating 'This is a Necessary Sacrifice' in her heart, Artoria still could not find peace within.

While Artoria stood in silence.

Shirou Chiko, who had already been training in the garden for some time, whether by some strange impulse or because of his natural fondness for Artoria, noticed that she seemed to be in a bad mood.

The moment he finished his physical training, Shirou Chiko wiped the sweat from his brow and walked up to Artoria.

"Saber-nee... is it because I did something wrong that made you angry?"

Her eyes flickered. She shook her head, staring at the pure innocence in Shirou Chiko's gaze. Biting her silver teeth, Artoria forced a smile and replied.

"No, Shirou, you didn't do anything wrong. I was just thinking about the previous battle... I worried you, Shirou."

Hearing Artoria's response, a smile returned to Shirou Chiko's face.

Just as Shirou Chiko was about to continue talking with his Saber-nee.

Suddenly... Artoria's expression shifted, and the Berserker behind Shirou Chiko threw back his head and let out a roar.

Noble Phantasms... a rain of Noble Phantasms, at that moment, along the direction of the Morning Sun, directly struck the courtyard of Einsbern Castle.

The massive war blade swung, tearing through the air like tattered cloth.

With a thunderous boom, a great roar echoed across Einsbern Castle... as if struck by a heavy bomb.

In an instant, the Berserker, whose war blade clashed with the Noble Phantasm rain, was completely swallowed by the rising dust and smoke.

Carrying the bewildered Shirou, Artoria brought him to safety in the first moment. After setting him down, she immediately drew her own Noble Phantasm in alert, her gaze fixed solemnly on the direction of the Morning Sun.

"Roooar~~!"

Like a tiger's howl, yet like thunder.

The Berserker, who had always been quietly following behind Shirou Chiko, now seemed to have caught the Invaders' trail. With a roar, the Berserker's afterimage of rapid movement split through the rising dust and smoke, charging straight toward the forest in the direction of the Morning Sun.

"Saber, go support!"

Just as Artoria looked between the bewildered Shirou Chiko beside her and the forest where explosions kept erupting, uncertain whether she should attack or stay to protect Shirou Chiko.

Kiritsugu Emiya appeared in the garden with Leonidas and immediately ordered Artoria to attack.

Like a gentle breeze, the moment Kiritsugu arrived, Artoria rushed into the forest.

But by then, there was no forest left.

Under the residual force of the Servants' clash, the woods that had once been filled with trees too thick for one person to wrap their arms around had become a pockmarked, barren wasteland.

Unfolding golden ripples and continuously unleashing wave after wave of Noble Phantasm rain, Gilgamesh watched the Berserker, who was leaping and dodging like a monkey in his Noble Phantasm rain, trying to close in on him. A wild, almost manic smile spread across his face.

He was utterly bored. Nearly three days of tedium had left this king, in his tyrant's guise, completely stifled.

"Hahahaha, well done, Mongrel! That's it, keep amusing this King with your ridiculous antics..."

Arriving swiftly at the battlefield and witnessing this scene, hearing Gilgamesh's arrogant boasts, Artoria did not immediately join the fight. Instead, she aimed her Noble Phantasm at the golden Servant who kept spouting "Mongrel."

A massive amount of magical energy was released, her body gradually strengthened... As Artoria assumed the stance to unleash her Noble Phantasm, Gilgamesh was forced to divert some of his attention to her.

"Mongrels trying to gang up?... Hahaha, come on, you insolent fools... Show yourselves before this King!"

To Gilgamesh, who had been bored out of his mind, more enemies were no problem at all.

Ignoring whatever the Counter Force was up to, Gilgamesh only wanted to vent his frustration and clean up some trash polluting his 'garden,' so he could end this tedious 'farce' sooner.

The golden ripples doubled in number!

Even though Artoria's tactic of besieging Wei to save Zhao successfully drew some of Gilgamesh's attention, two mere Servants were far from enough to pressure him.

Let alone stop his reckless rampage.

With the golden rain doubling, the pressure on the Berserker naturally grew heavier.

If before, the Berserker could still protect himself and weave through the Noble Phantasm rain.

Now, wounds had begun to appear on the Berserker's body.

At the same time, as the pressure increased, the Berserker needed more magical energy to cope with the situation, and naturally began to drain more from his Master.

For the young Shirou Chiko... this pressure was far beyond what he could bear.

"Ah...!"

Burning, pain... Shirou Chiko, whose magical energy was being drained by the Berserker, let out a scream...

"...Shirou!"

PS: Something came up tonight... this chapter is updated early.

31. 'Command Seal' and the Berserker!

"...Shirou!"

At the edge of the pockmarked battlefield, hearing Shirou's scream, Artoria let out a worried cry.

Just as Shirou Chiko had felt an immediate fondness for Artoria upon seeing her.

Artoria, too, had felt a fondness for Shirou Chiko the first time she saw him.

Coupled with her guilt over having to use the little boy Shirou Chiko.

Now, hearing Shirou Chiko's scream... Artoria bit her lip, gripped her holy sword tightly, and launched a fierce assault on Gilgamesh.

He cast an indifferent glance at Shirou Chiko, who lay before him, writhing in agony.

Though he couldn't explain why his heart had inexplicably trembled at Shirou's cries moments ago, now was clearly not the time to investigate that cause.

On the battlefield, even with Artoria, a top-tier Servant, joining the fight, facing Gilgamesh—the "favored son" among normal Servants—still changed nothing.

If they didn't think of something soon... it seemed all their Servants would be defeated.

Just as Kiritsugu Emiya was desperately searching for a way to break the deadlock...

Zouken Matou's true body, hidden within Shirou Chiko, began to move.

The appearance of an irregular Servant like Gilgamesh was undoubtedly beyond Zouken Matou's expectations.

But... as the founder of the Holy Grail War and the one who had crafted the Pseudo-Holy Grail within this conflict, how could he not have left himself a contingency?

As Zouken Matou's true body, clinging to Shirou Chiko's heart, suddenly bit down on that still-beating organ...

Shirou, already wracked with unbearable pain from having his magical energy drained by Berserker and crying out incessantly, now opened his mouth as if it were being torn apart, while his dulled eyes seemed ready to bulge from their sockets.

Agony beyond sound—when the pain a person suffers exceeds the limits of human endurance, not a single sound can escape.

In the midst of Shirou's silent scream... all the Masters participating in this Holy Grail War suddenly felt the Command Seals on the backs of their hands grow scorching hot.

Then, before any of the Masters could react to this abrupt change...