I'm Reiner, Damn It / Don't Conflate Voice Actors with Their Characters

Bedivere?

Fujimaru Kyoya remembered who the person in front of him was.

Bedivere, the one-armed Knight, remained stuck in a rut due to his physical defect, even as many new members of the Round Table joined later in the era.

He was a man who knew nothing but unwavering loyalty, yet it was this loyalty that made him the one to accompany King Arthur through the final stages of his life.

This time, however, Fujimaru Kyoya discovered that the other party did not have a single arm, but rather a silver-white mechanical arm had been attached to the missing arm.

"My sword, my arm, are all for the king."

Light began to converge on the metal arm, and Fujimaru Kyoya couldn't help but take it seriously.

Good heavens, this guy is taking advantage of his missing arm to practice the Second Son Path?

Otherwise, how can this sudden surge of power be explained?

Unfortunately, Bedivere was unaware of Fujimaru Kyoya's inner thoughts, and he didn't understand the bizarre training method of the Second Son Path; otherwise, he probably wouldn't even be able to unleash his Noble Phantasm now.

"Devour my soul, gallop forth, Silver Meteor —Flash of Silver Arm!"

Golden light shot out from his silver-white arms, and endless light engulfed Fujimaru Kyoya's figure, as if it wanted to destroy him.

Chapter 129 I'm fucking Rainer

"As expected, I'm still not capable enough to control it."

Bedivere was panting heavily. Hidden in his white, Silver Arm was King Arthur's Holy Sword. It was because he had failed to throw it into the lake as promised that King Arthur's life had not ended, and he had become the King of Lions.

This was his sin, and he lived on bearing this sin, waiting for the day he would return the Holy Sword.

This is why he was able to wield and use the Holy Sword. However, Bedivere was not King Arthur, and as the non-master of the Holy Sword, he was destined to be unable to unleash Holy Sword full power, and might even injure himself.

"How lucky I am! If you hadn't been the one wielding this Holy Sword, I might not have been able to withstand it."

Fujimaru Kyoya breathed a sigh of relief. If he hadn't hurriedly gathered water to defend himself, things would have been much worse than just his armor shattering.

"It is because I am unable to wield the Holy Sword."

Bedivere, already weak, felt deeply guilty. This was an opportunity that Vortigern had created for him, but he had squandered it.

"Bedivere, I never expected to see my loyal friend here, but why do I feel so sad?"

"Tristan, are you senile? This 'Reversal' blessing was something you asked for yourself."

The battle in the distance has ended. Although Hassan of the Hundred Faces had many men, he was too weak. Facing the Knights of the Round Table were blessed, even with the assistance of two Archers, he could not reverse the defeat.

"I'm sorry, but it's really difficult to stop them both."

Tawara Touta and Arash also arrived near the Chaldea group. Now they realized that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and since they also wanted to maintain Human Order, helping Chaldea was a natural thing to do.

"My mission is only Chaldea; don't expect me to solve much trouble for you."

"Troublesome? These guys aren't really troublesome."

After witnessing Fujimaru Kyoya's power, Mordred decided to test her own abilities as well.

The blessing of "Wrath" does not affect Mordred's personality, but it does provide a continuous source of Mana.

"I am not the king, but one who follows in his footsteps. For the king's peace, I must drive out all enemies!"

With the release of her true name, a surge of violent Mana began to gather on the Demon Sword. As Artoria's child, Mordred's talent and strength need no further explanation.

The mere pressure of unleashing Noble Phantasm was enough to put immense pressure on the Servant before them.

Should we continue fighting?

In fact, many of them possess light-based Noble Phantasm, some of which are even more powerful than Mordred's, and some, like Mash, specialize in defensive Noble Phantasm. However, Mordred's Mana is simply too immense.

Once they get into a direct clash of light cannons, their inferior Mana will put them at a significant disadvantage. What should they do?

Just when everyone was at a loss and Arash was about to Self-Destruct, flower petals inexplicably appeared around them.

"Clarent Blood Arthur!"

With the Mana reaching its limit, Mordred channeled this power into the sword and unleashed it in one breath.

Even the gentlest water can be transformed into an indestructible water blade under such high pressure, let alone the even more violent Mana.

Only...

"This feeling... did I miss?"

Mordred watched the figures being consumed by Mana, but he couldn't feel the touch of hitting them; it was a strange feeling.

"Merlin has made his move."

Fujimaru Kyoya was now certain that Merlin, that Old Bastard, had also arrived. He'd heard that after finishing his business in Britain, the guy had secluded himself in a tower.

So, that guy is still a living person?

Okay, then let's send him down to play in the revival match.

Merlin? I heard he's a good-for-nothing?

Not long after the Vortigern Rebellion, Merlin left Artoria, having completed his mission and now able to return to Avalon for some chicken soup.

For Mordred and other new generation Knights of the Round Table, Merlin was a complete stranger. Coupled with Morgan's influence, Mordred had already formed the formula "Merlin = trash" in his mind.

After all, how could someone who can't even chant a spell properly, yet uses Sword Art to kill people, and who has only just reached the edge of EX rank with his Clairvoyance and has become a candidate for Grand, possibly earn much respect?

"Even if he's a complete waste, he's still incredibly skilled at illusions and escaping. Otherwise, given his wicked nature, he would have been stabbed to death by his enemies long ago."

Regardless of whether Tristan is "Reversal" or not, he hates Merlin.

After all, whenever he goes to see his girlfriend, this guy is always the first to slip away. This kind of behavior, treating friends like expendable resources, makes you think you're playing a tabletop RPG like Clash of Clans.

Merlin's poor interpersonal relationships are not just due to his sharp tongue, but also because he's incredibly quick to abandon his teammates when necessary.

"Now that they've escaped, what do we do?"

"What can we do? He can run away, but he can't hide Fujimaru Ritsuka, I'm fucking Rainer."

Fujimaru Kyoya naturally refused to give up the pursuit; he was determined to make his disobedient younger sister understand the cruelty of society.

Don't be fooled by the fact that she's protected by a group of Servant now; once she reaches the Grand Time Temple, which of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods doesn't possess Servant- level combat power?

Rongomyniad also revealed the special nature of the Grand Time Temple, which grant them the ability to resurrect infinitely. With such an absolute numerical advantage, they are enough to offset all the obstacles Fujimaru Ritsuka has encountered along the way.

Ultimately, someone still needs to face the Humanity Incineration Formula.

How could Fujimaru Kyoya be at ease under these circumstances?

"Although these Hassan are agile, they gather a large number of refugees, and even when they want to escape, they will take them with them, which will greatly limit their speed of movement."

Using ordinary people as hostages is certainly not something Fujimaru Kyoya likes to do, but he also understands his sister's personality and knows she would definitely help with the relocation of refugees.

That way, you'll definitely be able to find them there.

"In the end, will we still be carrying out the original task?"

Mordred glanced at the Purification Knights behind him. Although the two of them were mostly unharmed, the attacks from Hassan and the two Archers had still caused some damage.

"You all rest here until you're feeling better before catching up with us."

Mordred left those words behind and disappeared into the Deep Mountain. With her forces at full power, any additional manpower would only be a hindrance.

On a hilltop unnoticed by everyone, a tall figure stared intently at them, the flames in its pupils revealing its inhuman nature.

Chapter 130 Don't link voice actors and characters! 9/102

"Wait, shouldn't we be relocating refugees now?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the man in front of her who had just led them away from danger and called himself Merlin. According to the plan, they were supposed to transfer refugees, but Merlin forcibly transferred them and split them into two groups.

"Relocating refugees is indeed important, but we also need a force strong enough to stand against the Knights of the Round Table."

Merlin had secretly slipped out of Avalon and was in his true form; if he were to die, he would be truly gone.

Just as a person dies when killed, the same principle applies to nightmares.

"Vortigern had met the Old Man of the Mountain before, but he did not agree to help; instead, he wanted to meet you."

"See me?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka had no recollection of ever having any interaction with this original Hassan.

"Arrive."

The Spirit Temple appeared in the distance before Fujimaru Ritsuka, and as if sensing their arrival, the huge pendulum clock on the Spirit Temple rang out a melodious chime.

"Have we finally arrived? Master of Chaldea?"

A deep male voice came from behind; the owner of that voice must really love Mapo Tofu.

The Old Man of the Mountain had only just returned to the Spirit Temple. In fact, he had always intended to help the Chaldea group, but as Grand Assassin, he also had his limitations.

When facing enemies that are not "beasts," he must have the approval of the Counter Force; otherwise, he will not be able to exert the power of the Grand.

Fortunately, almost all of humanity has been killed off, and the last Alaya is on Fujimaru Ritsuka. As long as Fujimaru Ritsuka asks him to help, he can officially intervene in the battle.

The Spirit Temple doors opened, and although it should have been a solemn atmosphere, Fujimaru Ritsuka felt like she was going to a haunted house, especially when the two will-o'-the-wisps of the Old Man of the Mountain lit up.

It's got that escape room vibe!

"Old Man of the Mountain, I have brought the person as you requested. May I lend a helping hand as agreed?"

"Merlin, don't try to fool me. I only asked you to bring them here; there are no other agreements."

The Old Man of the Mountain's eyes were like sharp blades, trying to see through the girl before him, but the Talisman on Fujimaru Ritsuka's body emitted a faint light, not only blocking his gaze but also dissolving a portion of the "death" on Fujimaru Ritsuka's body.

Sarira?

Although their beliefs differ, the Old Man of the Mountain was not so ignorant as to not recognize Sarira. However, such things are usually created after the death of High Monk, and should be enshrined by people in the temple, not left to circulate outside.

"Is there anything we can do for you? We'll do our best to help you in return."

Fujimaru Ritsuka understood just how powerful this sinister Old Man was. Before they came here, they had witnessed the power of Ramesses II, but even someone as powerful as Ramesses II had his head cut off by this Old Man.

If Ramesses II hadn't been in his magnificent Great Temple at the time, he would probably have already returned to Hall of Heroes.

"Master of Chaldea, have you ever considered what you are truly facing?"

"..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka silent. Before arriving at this Singularity, she had thought she had adapted to the current pace of battle and could make up for her lack of combat power by supporting Mash from the rear with Command Seal.

But at this Singularity, the Knight named Lloyd shattered this illusion.

Weak, she's fucking weak.

Even with Command Seal to support Mash, it can't mask Fujimaru Ritsuka's weakness and incompetence. What can she do in these Singularity besides being a human camera?

What the hell else can they do?

"Even so."

Fujimaru Ritsuka clenched her fists. She understood her weakness, and she was striving to become stronger in her own way. Even though there was still an insurmountable gap between them, but...

"I want to save them too, even if it costs me everything, even if it means being shattered to pieces, I will never sit idly by and wait to die."

We will never sit idly by and wait for our demise.

These words made the Old Man of the Mountain feel a little dazed, and at the same time he thought of that treacherous disciple who had betrayed his master and ancestors and was obsessed with hitting him with a club.

They look so alike!

"Old man, you actually wanted to make a move all along, didn't you? Why keep putting on airs?"

"Oh? Kid, you've really gone completely slacking off this time."

The Old Man of the Mountain looked at Da Vinci. Before, he only felt that she looked familiar, but now he finally confirmed that the woman in front of him was that kid Leonardo.

This kid and that traitorous disciple were birds of a feather back then, and a lot of the traitorous disciple's equipment was made by this kid.

I'm tired of men.

Da Vinci completely abandoned his male identity. This was certainly not because he awakened his inner "femininity," but simply because he discovered the inconveniences of being a man.

Anyone who has ever been kicked in the groin has experienced this.

"If you can remain steadfast in your heart, then I can lend you a hand. But if you give up, then I will leave. Do you agree to this contract, humanity's last Master?"

For the Old Man of the Mountain, death is nothing more than the cycle of all things, but the more he understands death, the more he realizes the preciousness of life.