I, Rin Tohsaka, Will Be a Demon God in Type-Moon

Then the King of Conquerors turned his back to the others and spoke.

"This is the land my great army once galloped across, the landscape that lives forever in the hearts of the soldiers who shared my joys and sorrows. This world, this scene, exists because it is the mindscape of us all. Behold! My peerless army—their bodies perished, their souls summoned as Heroic Spirits by the world, yet still my Champions remain loyal to me. The bond between us is my greatest treasure, my kingly way."

He turned to face them, spread his arms, and proclaimed with pride.

"This is my strongest Noble Phantasm, Iskandar—the Army of the King!"

As the King of Conquerors finished, tens of thousands of soldiers roared in unison.

Lancer exclaimed in shock.

"These tens of thousands of soldiers—they're all Servants!"

The King of Conquerors lowered his arms, puffed out his chest, and shouted.

"A king is one who lives more brilliantly than anyone else, who makes all people fall under his spell."

"So it is, so it is, so it is," the tens of thousands answered.

"Only one who gathers the envy of all Champions and becomes the direction they strive toward is a king. Therefore, a king is not solitary—his great ambition is the sum of all his subjects' ambitions."

"So it is, so it is, so it is."

"Then let us begin, King Arthur, Lancelot."

Gilgamesh showed a trace of nostalgia and spoke solemnly.

"You really are an interesting mongrel. If you survive this, this king will personally see you off."

King Arthur leaned on her sword and smiled.

"What a dazzling kingly way. But our paths are different, King of Conquerors! Come."

Rin quickly stepped in to stop the two sides from acting, and said.

"Wait—at least let us leave the center of the battlefield before you start. And Lancer, you stay and lend the King of Conquerors a hand. Kotomine Kirei, you won't refuse, will you?"

Kotomine Kirei glanced at the three Servants beside him besides Lancer, all belonging to Rin, snorted, and turned his head away. 'In this situation, can I refuse?'

Irisviel stepped forward excitedly and said.

"Even now, Rin Tohsaka, you still don't trust us? Are you still playing your schemes to reduce the enemy's numbers?"

Rin Tohsaka rolled her eyes at Irisviel and said irritably.

"Einsbern, I forgot to mention earlier—wasn't it your Einsbern family that polluted the Holy Grail after being eliminated in the Third Holy Grail War? Your Einsbern family has no right to say that. Besides, isn't Lancer itching to join this fight? Rather than ending in tragedy, let Lancer fight to his heart's content here—for his master, and for himself."

Irisviel, unaware of the truth, was stunned as she processed the information. Having been created as the Lesser Grail, she was only nine years old and knew nothing of the Third Holy Grail War's events. When she learned that her own family was the culprit behind polluting the Grail, that her family had shattered Kiritsugu's dream, she looked at him sorrowfully and whispered.

"I'm sorry, Kiritsugu. I really didn't know."

Kiritsugu Emiya held Irisviel and said calmly.

"No, Iri, it's not your fault. Don't apologize. This is just Tohsaka's claim for now. And even if it's true, the Holy Grail might still be purified. If not this time, we can participate again."

Rin looked at Kiritsugu Emiya and shook her head helplessly. 'I really don't know how this guy has such a big heart—always talking about saving the world. Seriously, when did the world ever ask you to save it?' Realizing she was one of those being "represented," she felt a chill.

Just then, Sola, who had been stunned since the Reality Marble first appeared, finally reacted to Rin's words. Her face twisted as she glared at Rin.

"No! What right do you have to make Lancer join this fight? No! Kotomine, tell her she's wrong—Lancer, you won't go, right?"

Rin shook her head, snapped her fingers at Semiramis behind her.

With the snap, a cloud of purple poison mist instantly paralyzed Sola.

Kotomine Kirei hurried forward to support Sola, then turned and stared at Lancer. 'Damn this Holy Grail War. Damn these Servants.'

"Kotomine, don't worry. I only had Assassin paralyze Miss Sola. Lancer, your decision?"

Lancer looked at his master staring at him, helplessly touched the tear mole beneath his eye, knelt on one knee before Kotomine Kirei, and said.

"My master, please allow me to join this battle."

Kotomine Kirei, one hand supporting Sola and the other raising his hand bearing the Command Spells, used the remaining two Command Spells as if relieved.

"Lancer, go. By the power of my Command Spells—Lancer, strengthen your body. Lancer, strengthen your mana."

"As you command!"

Though the outcome wasn't perfect, it was far better than the original development. Lancer shook his head helplessly, then thought, 'At least in the end, my master didn't abandon me. That's not a bad ending for me.' He lifted his twin spears and walked slowly to the King of Conquerors' side.

"Rider, it seems we'll be fighting side by side this time."

"Hahaha! A Champion like you joining my side—I welcome it wholeheartedly! Then come! King Arthur!"

Watching Rin's group retreat from the battlefield, King Arthur pulled the Excalibur from the ground, glanced at Lancelot standing ready beside her, and shouted.

"Come, King of Conquerors! Knights of the Round Table—advance!"

"Devastating Conquest!"

Chapter 19: On the Path to Becoming a Demon God—Come, Radiance of the Kingly Way!

Amid the endless yellow sand, King Arthur and Lancelot clashed at close quarters with Lancer, the King of Conquerors driving his chariot, and tens of thousands of Servant soldiers.

As longtime battlefield partners, King Arthur acted as the spearhead, charging through the Servant army, while Lancelot guarded her left and right, blocking attacks from other directions.

With his superb martial skill, Lancelot continuously seized weapons from other Servants, wielding them with practiced ease, swinging different arms to keep every Servant who tried to approach King Arthur outside the defensive perimeter.

But King Arthur's charge had already been blocked by Lancer. The unfinished battle from Fuyuki City's docks unfolded once more. King Arthur raised her sword with both arms to parry, then leaped back to Lancelot's side as Lancer thrust his demon-piercing Balmung forward.

"Sir Lancelot, can you still hold on?" King Arthur asked, glancing at Lancelot's shoulder wound, which had reopened from the intense movement. She swung her sword to drive back the pursuing Lancer.

Lancelot gripped his spear, sweeping it to beat back several surrounding Servants, then flashed a bright smile at King Arthur.

"My King, no problem." At the same time, he hurled the spear, pinning a Servant to the ground.

Among the onlookers watching the battle, Rin turned to Sakura and spoke.

"Sakura, use the last Command Spell. Help that big fool."

"Alright, Sister. By the power of the Command Spell, Berserker, restore your stamina and mana."

On the battlefield, the fighting Lancelot felt his connection to the young girl Master snap. At the same time, his stamina and mana surged back to near their peak.

Lancelot punched a Servant down, snatched a spear from another beside him, then leaped into the fray between King Arthur and Lancer.

After forcing Lancer back with a spear thrust, Lancelot stepped forward, blocking Lancer, and spoke.

"My King, leave Lancer and all these rabble to your vassal. My King, go claim your glory."

King Arthur nodded solemnly, then leaped up, charging toward the King of Conquerors.

"Sir Lancelot, take care."

Watching his king's retreating figure break through the encirclement, Lancelot dashed forward to block the army's path to the battlefield where King Arthur and the King of Conquerors clashed. He leveled his spear with a cold shout.

"Come, Lancer, and the rest of you. As long as I draw breath, you will not take another step forward."

The King of Conquerors watched King Arthur approach at speed, smiled, and raised his sword.

"King Arthur, you have a fine vassal. Come, let us settle this."

His chariot rumbled forward with lightning, bearing down on King Arthur with overwhelming force.

The prolonged battle had left both sides exhausted and low on mana. Lancelot, in particular, was at the end of his rope—no exaggeration.

For over ten minutes, Lancelot had held back tens of thousands of troops. His armor, shattered from absorbing too many blows, revealed a body covered in scars. Among the fresh and old wounds, the most fatal was the one left by Lancer's Rhongomyniad.

Panting, drenched in blood and sweat, Lancelot knew he had reached his limit. His nearly depleted stamina and empty mana pool all signaled that his journey of atonement was about to end.

Mustering the last of his mana and strength, Lancelot charged at the army before him one final time.

"My King, have you forgiven me?"

In his dying moments, Lancelot seemed to hear his king's voice.

"Sir Lancelot, I have forgiven you!"

Looking down at his body, pierced by countless weapons, he slowly turned his head toward the distant figure of King Arthur. With a smile, he dissolved into a beam of light and vanished from the Reality Marble.

King Arthur swung her sword to drive back the King of Conquerors, halted her attack, and turned to look at where Lancelot had fallen. There was no trace of him now—only the surrounding army. She turned back to the King of Conquerors, who had also stopped attacking, and spoke with a smile.

"It seems the outcome will be decided soon. King of Conquerors, you should know—I had already forgiven Sir Lancelot. A pity I never got the chance to tell him. I hope there will be another opportunity. I am truly glad this time—not only to cross blades with heroes and kings like you, but also to understand the path I must truly walk. Now, this is the end. Come, King of Conquerors, one strike decides it all."

"Indeed. To meet so many heroes and kings from different eras in one place—this journey was well worth it. And to think we were all toyed with by that little lady—truly an eye-opener. Come, King Arthur."

At the edge of the battlefield, Rin turned to Kiritsugu Emiya and asked.

"The final battle is upon us. Aren't you going to use your Command Spells?"

Kiritsugu glanced at the five Command Spells on Rin's hand, shook his head, and said firmly.

"No need. Now that I know Command Spells can be preserved, I'd rather keep mine for the next Holy Grail War."

"Tch. Looks like you're not giving up at all. But aren't you worried I might take them?"

Kiritsugu looked at the girl beside him, silently lit a cigarette.

"You won't do that." In his mind, he thought, 'To have set up such a scheme and grasped this power, yet still choose this ending—you're too naive to understand my ideals.'

Rin didn't reply, only snorted coldly and turned her gaze back to the battlefield.

King Arthur faced the King of Conquerors, using the last of her remaining mana. The sword in her hand, Excalibur, radiated golden light. She raised it above her head, and shimmering golden particles gathered from all around, converging onto the blade.

Lancer stood beside the King of Conquerors, staring solemnly at the sword in King Arthur's hand. He seemed to make a decision, quietly stepping forward to place himself in front of the king.

Gilgamesh crossed his arms, watching King Arthur with an arrogant expression.

"Come, King Arthur. Let me witness the radiance of your existence as a Heroic Spirit."

"Light..." Waver murmured.

Irisviel understood that after Kiritsugu refused to use Command Spells to support King Arthur, this was the final brilliance her friend—the king she had spent these few days with—would emit. She clasped her hands in prayer and offered a last commentary for her companion.

"That shining sword... it connects the past, present, and future. It connects the lives of all the soldiers who withered on the battlefield. It connects the solemn and noble ideals they held in their final moments. She takes pride in that conviction and carries that will to the end. Now, the ever-victorious king sings the true name of the miracle in her hand. That is—"

King Arthur stepped forward, opened her eyes, and shouted.

"Excalibur!!!!!!"

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Chapter 21, Section 20: I, Rin Tohsaka, Will Also Become a Demon God—The Lone King's Path!

The golden torrent, representing miracles and hope, surged unstoppably toward Lancer and the King of Conquerors.

Facing the golden torrent, Lancer merely turned his head to glance at his master, Kotomine Kirei, then calmly brandished the Balmung and Rhongomyniad in his hands, charging headlong into the golden torrent.

A blinding radiance shrouded the earth, and as the light faded...

Lancer lay on the ground with a faint smile, the Balmung and Rhongomyniad in his hands now reduced to mere stubs, while half of Lancer's body had completely vanished into the golden torrent. With the last of his strength, he turned his head once more toward Kotomine Kirei, catching a blurred glimpse of Kotomine Kirei's raised thumb before dissolving into light and disappearing between heaven and earth.

Rin stared at Kotomine Kirei in astonishment. 'I never thought that guy would actually praise Lancer in the end. Wasn't he cuckolded? What a big heart!'

With Lancer's disappearance, the effect of the Love Spot on Sola also faded. Still paralyzed, Sola recalled the foolish things she had done during this time and wished she could bury her head in the sand. At the same time, Sola, who had always opposed this political marriage with Kotomine Kirei from the bottom of her heart, was somewhat moved by his forbearance and courtesy toward her over the past few days. Though her body could not move, a hint of affection had already surfaced in her eyes as she looked at Kotomine Kirei.

Kotomine Kirei, sensing the shift in his fiancée's gaze, was slightly stirred. He held Sola tightly and nodded affirmatively at his long-held persistence.

Watching this couple begin to flaunt their affection, Rin hurriedly pulled Sakura to look away while muttering softly.

"As they say, as long as life goes on, even a little green on the head is fine—truly a timeless saying."

On the battlefield.

The King of Conquerors solemnly saluted the spot where Lancer had vanished. If Lancer had not stepped forward just now to block King Arthur's strike with all his might, his own path of conquest might have ended here.

Then he turned to look at King Arthur, who was beginning to fade as her magical power drained away. It seemed that when King Arthur unleashed her final blow, Kiritsugu Emiya, who had already given up on this Holy Grail War, had unilaterally severed their contract.

"King Arthur, I have received your kingly way. It was indeed dazzling beyond compare."

King Arthur sat weakly on the ground, looked up at the King of Conquerors, and smiled.