Fourth Holy Grail War

Dark!

Stale!

Decayed!

Twisted!

Having just appeared out of thin air at the center of the summoning circle through some ritual, Allen immediately sensed the nauseating aura permeating the air around him and unconsciously frowned.

Not only that!

He also felt that his soul seemed to have formed some sort of connection with the white-haired man before him.

And judging by his condition, the man's body was in an utterly dreadful state. Not only had his vitality been severely drained, but some of his organs had already begun to fail.

Without prompt treatment, he probably would not even last a month before dropping dead.

Command Spells? Matou Kariya? The Fourth Holy Grail War?

Allen quickly confirmed which world he was currently in through the summoner before him.

At the same time, he understood that the endless void he had just been in was actually the Throne of Heroes, the Root spoken of by Magi.

As for that ball of light he had knocked away, it should have been Lancelot, the strongest Knight of the Round Table, who was meant to answer this summoning and participate in the war as Berserker.

"Y-you... are you the Servant I summoned?" Matou Kariya asked with wide eyes, his tone uncertain.

You must know, before the summoning, he had already decided to add a state of madness to his Servant to compensate for the lowered attributes caused by his own inadequacies.

But Allen clearly did not look like someone who had lost his mind after being driven mad. On the contrary, he appeared polite and refined, as harmless as the boy next door.

Only the armor and weapons on his body made him look somewhat like a Heroic Spirit.

"Hmph! Useless trash, just as expected! You actually failed!"

Matou Zouken, standing nearby, immediately let out