I, Rin Tohsaka, Will Be a Demon God in Type-Moon Chapter 12

"Is that so? Still, it's a pity I couldn't defeat you."

The King of Conquerors shook his head, casting a disgusted glance at Kiritsugu Emiya in the distance.

"The loss is mine. It was Lancer who took that fatal blow for me, and my Master had already strengthened me before the battle. This victory feels undeserved. I look forward to crossing swords with you again, and I hope next time you find a better Master."

By now, half of King Arthur's body had already dissipated. Lying on the ground, she gazed up at the azure sky within the Reality Marble and smiled silently.

"No, I'd rather hope I don't run into someone like Rin Tohsaka again. I imagine you feel the same..."

As King Arthur dissolved into a wisp of light and vanished, only her unfinished words lingered in the air.

The King of Conquerors sighed with emotion.

"Indeed. It's best not to encounter someone like that little Miss again."

Then he sheathed his sword, looked at his shattered chariot, shook his head, and called for his beloved horse, Bucephalus. Mounting it, he rode to the front of his remaining army, spread his arms, and shouted toward Gilgamesh and Rin.

"Little Miss, King of Heroes, I propose this to you: if the little Miss resolves the Holy Grail's problem, and then grants the King of Heroes and me physical bodies, with the King of Heroes' Noble Phantasms arming my Army of the King, we can forge the mightiest legion the world has ever seen. The three of us could conquer all the way to the ends of the starry sea. What do you say to my offer of an alliance?"

Rin looked at the King of Conquerors before her and shook her head. Knowing the Type-Moon storyline, she understood this proposal was nothing but a fantasy.

Gilgamesh burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! I truly find you an amusing fellow from the bottom of my heart. It's been a long time since I've been so entertained by the ramblings of someone beyond a mere clown. Pity, though—my friends, from ancient times to now, and from now to forever, number only one or two."

At that, Gilgamesh paused briefly, stealing a glance at Rin. Seeing her expression unchanged, he continued.

"Besides, this world has no need for two who claim the title of king."

"A path of solitary kingship, is it? Then let me, the King of Conquerors, ride forth with the might of victory to challenge the famed King of Heroes and the little Miss."

"Then come. Show yourself to the fullest, King of Conquerors."

The King of Conquerors drew his sword from his waist, raised it high with one hand, and shouted to the soldiers behind him.

"Our foe is the peerless King of Heroes—worthy of our all-out effort. Every warrior, show the first king our way of domination! Aaaaaaah—charge, the whole army!"

The King of Conquerors spurred his horse, charging alongside his legion with a wild roar toward Gilgamesh.

Gilgamesh stood calmly with arms crossed, watching the charging army and its king.

"Come, King of Conquerors. You are about to witness what a true king's bearing looks like."

Gilgamesh suddenly noticed Rin standing beside him, lost in thought, frozen in place. With a helpless sigh, he reached out a finger and flicked her forehead, speaking sharply.

"Little girl, get out of the way."

Rin, who had been pondering how Gilgamesh of all people suddenly had a friend and who that friend might be, snapped back to reality. Seeing the massive army bearing down on her, she panicked slightly, covering her flicked forehead as she ran off into the distance.

Watching Rin flee, Gilgamesh shook his head helplessly and extended his right hand. A golden ripple appeared, and a massive golden key materialized in his grasp.

Then Gilgamesh raised the key and turned it gently, as if something had been unlocked. Countless red magical stripes spread from the key, covering a vast expanse of space. When the red stripes reached their fullest extent, they rapidly contracted. With a flash of light, a sun-like sphere appeared before Gilgamesh, and from it, a strange sword slowly descended. Gilgamesh caught it firmly—it was EA, the Sword of Separation!

Gripping the Sword of Separation, Gilgamesh watched the King of Conquerors charging closer on horseback and declared with pride.

"Come, King of Conquerors. I will show you the end of endless dreams. Let me personally tell you the truth."

Mid-gallop, the King of Conquerors saw the strange phenomenon that had just occurred and felt growing unease. He spurred his horse harder, trying to close the distance and strike Gilgamesh as quickly as possible.

The Sword of Separation in Gilgamesh's hand began to rotate slowly, faster and faster...

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Section 22, Chapter 21: I, Rin Tohsaka, on the Road to Becoming a Demon God—Glory Lies Beyond!

Amid the boundless yellow sand, the King of Conquerors led the charge, followed by an army of tens of thousands of Servants, all rushing with full force toward Gilgamesh atop the sand dune.

As the strange phenomenon faded, the King of Conquerors, sensing something, turned to warn his troops behind him.

"Here it comes!"

Standing alone and proud on the dune, Gilgamesh raised the Sword of Separation and shouted.

"Come, awaken, EA! The stage worthy of you is set! Come, Enuma Elish!"

At that moment, Rin, less than a hundred meters from Gilgamesh, clearly felt the wind pressure behind her. Wild mana burst from the Sword of Separation with his words, spreading in all directions. Such violent magical energy made every Magus present break out in goosebumps.

As the wind and mana hit, Rin lay flat on the sand, clutching her head to avoid being blown away, and yelled at Gilgamesh in frustration.

"Ah, Gilgamesh, are you an idiot? Wait until I'm farther away before using that!"

But this complaint was destined not to reach Gilgamesh's ears. As the Sword of Separation activated, the earth began to tear, space started to shatter, and a deafening roar instantly drowned out everything. In this space formed by the Reality Marble, only the sound of destruction remained.

The army of tens of thousands of Servants, as this world began to collapse, fell one by one into the fissures of the earth, dissolving into countless particles of light, emitting their final radiance before vanishing.

Even so, the King of Conquerors did not stop his charge. He urged his beloved horse across the chasms in the earth, his heart surging as he pressed toward his goal.

Suddenly, the scenery changed. The Reality Marble had collapsed. Facing the Zenchou Villa before him, the great king slowly reined in his horse and looked at Gilgamesh, who stood with the Sword of Separation held level. He also took in Rin, still lying on the ground clutching her head. Seeing her disheveled state, the King of Conquerors laughed heartily. 'Who would have thought the little Miss, who had everyone dancing in her palm, could look so pathetic!'

Waver lowered his left hand, which had been shielding his eyes from the sand, and looked at the laughing King of Conquerors, speaking with concern.

"Rider..."

The King of Conquerors stopped laughing at that moment, and as if by unspoken understanding, he looked toward Waver.

"Waver, now fulfill your duty as my retainer. Live on, witness all of this, and carry the tale to future generations—your king's bold spirit, the sight of me, Iskandar, galloping across the battlefield!"

Waver could no longer hold back. Tears clung to the corners of his eyes.

"Come, Bucephalus, we ride forth."

The King of Conquerors gripped the reins with one hand, raised his sword aloft, and as Bucephalus let out a piercing neigh, he began his final charge!

Glory lies beyond. Precisely because it is unattainable, we challenge it. Sing the praises of the hegemonic path, manifest the hegemonic path—all for the retainers watching behind me!

Waver watched the great king's retreating figure, pulled himself together, and roughly wiped his tears with his sleeve. He fixed his gaze firmly on his king's back.

"Ara ara ara ara ara ara, ara ara ara ara!"

Facing the King of Conquerors' final charge, Gilgamesh curled a faint smile at the corner of his lips. Dozens of golden ripples bloomed behind him, and one gleaming Noble Phantasm after another shot forth, streaking toward the king.

Confronting the rain of Noble Phantasms, the King of Conquerors roared wildly, swinging his own blade to deflect each weapon. Mid-charge, his beloved horse fell. The king scrambled to his feet, brandishing his sword, and pressed forward with great strides. Whether his shoulder was pierced or his body run through, nothing could stop the King of Conquerors' charge now—because glory lay beyond!

But reality was ever so cruel. Just as the king's sword was about to cleave down before Gilgamesh, the Chains of Heaven—Gilgamesh's most treasured Noble Phantasm—bound the son of Zeus tightly before the King of Heroes.

"You bastard, pulling out one bizarre thing after another... ngh!"

Gilgamesh gave the king no chance to speak. He drove the Sword of Separation straight into the King of Conquerors' chest. The blade passed through with ease.

"Have you woken from your dream, King of Conquerors?"

The King of Conquerors lifted his head weakly, meeting Gilgamesh's gaze directly.

"Hah. A man's dream never ends, King of Heroes. This has truly been a stirring campaign!"

"Is that so? You bastard, I will accept your challenge any number of times. See you in ten years!"

With that, Gilgamesh shoved hard, driving the Sword of Separation hilt-deep into the king's chest.

In a daze, the King of Conquerors seemed to see that surging, endless sea.

"Is that so... ten years, then... I look forward to it..."

Gilgamesh released the hilt of the Sword of Separation, silently watching as the King of Conquerors began to dissolve into motes of light. As the particles scattered between heaven and earth, the Sword of Separation turned into a beam of light and returned to Gilgamesh's treasury.

Rin crossed her arms, watching the fading king in silence. A man's dream never ends... no, that's not right. King of Conquerors, it's humanity's dream! This world ahead will be fraught with disasters, right up to the Steel Earth and humanity's end—but I will change all of that. I, Rin Tohsaka, dream of becoming a Demon God!

At that moment, Assassin turned and looked at Rin, asking.

"Master, the only ones left hostile are these Masters. Shall I eliminate them?"

Rin glanced at the tense crowd and shook her head.

"No need, Semiramis. The Holy Grail War isn't over yet. There's one last step. These people still have their uses."

As she spoke, Rin signaled to Caster and Tokiomi to bring out the Self-Enforcement Contracts prepared in advance and hand them to everyone present.

Tokiomi Tohsaka distributed the Self-Enforcement Contracts alongside Caster, his gaze proud as he looked at his daughter. The thought of finally realizing the Tohsaka family's long-cherished wish made even his steps lighter.

Forced by reality, everyone reluctantly signed the Self-Enforcement Contracts, silently awaiting Rin's arrangements.

Suddenly, Irisviel clutched her heart and collapsed to the ground in agony. Kiritsugu Emiya rushed over in concern to support her.

"Irisviel, is it the Lesser Grail?"

"Yes, Kiritsugu... it's fine. It's just that receiving four Servants at once in such a short time is causing... aaaaaaah—Kiritsugu, run! AAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Watching Irisviel shove Kiritsugu away, Rin stared at her in confusion. Could it be that receiving four Heroic Spirits all at once caused the Lesser Grail to malfunction? Why would she tell Kiritsugu to run? That never happened in the original story...

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Section 23, Chapter 22: On the Path to Becoming a Demon God—Winter Saintess? Evil Saintess!

Zenchou Villa.

Irisviel clutched her heart, writhing in agony on the ground. Faced with this sudden turn, Rin was utterly baffled, unable to understand why this was happening.

Damn it, why is this happening? It shouldn't matter much—as long as I use the Garden of Avalon later to destroy the Holy Grail's core beneath Ryuudou Temple, that'll be it. And that damn Golden Flash, always going on about ten years, ten years—I'll destroy the entire Holy Grail, and then see where your ten-year reunion comes from!

Just as Rin was pondering her plan, Kiritsugu Emiya, who was about to help Irisviel again, suddenly let out a cold snort. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he clutched the wound where his right arm had been severed.

Moments earlier, when Kiritsugu had reached out to support Irisviel, she had suddenly lifted her head, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes brimming with malice. Before Kiritsugu could react, she swung her arm and instantly severed his.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the sudden change. Before they could process it, Irisviel's exposed skin was covered in crimson magical runes. In a surge of mana, she changed into a priestess-like robe and rose to her feet.

Then came a triple-layered voice, as if two Irisviels and a male voice full of malice had been overlaid—an indescribable dissonance.

"Hehehehehe. Good evening, everyone. I am Justeaze von Einzbern. A pleasure to meet you all!"

Rin was horrified. Could it be that choking at the critical moment is really a Tohsaka family tradition?

"That's impossible! The Winter Saintess should have sacrificed herself to create the Holy Grail. Who are you really? You can't be the Winter Saintess. Then there's only one truth—you're Angra Mainyu!"

"Ara ara, saw through me, have you? Rin Tohsaka, you who plot to destroy me. But the one standing before you now is the true Winter Saintess. With the last remnants of Justeaze's consciousness fading, I can now manipulate this remaining Soul Fragment of hers. In fact, I should be thanking you—for delivering such a suitable vessel to me. It's practically Justeaze's original body!"

Kiritsugu Emiya raised the pistol loaded with the Origin Bullet in his remaining left hand, aiming it at the 'Evil Saintess' as he demanded.

"The Evil Saintess glanced at Kiritsugu Emiya, then raised one finger to tap her own lips, speaking with a giggle."

"Of course, just now, the agony of having four Servants enter her body was too much to bear, and she collapsed. Otherwise, how could I have so easily taken it over? Rin Tohsaka, you're actually the one I should thank the most!"

Gilgamesh yawned in boredom, then glanced sideways at the Evil Saintess and said.

"Enough, you disgusting mongrel. Your little play is tedious. Now, make your exit!"

As he spoke, hundreds of golden ripples hung in the sky, extending blade after blade of Noble Phantasms that locked onto and began to rain down upon the Evil Saintess.

After one volley ended, the golden ripples in the sky gradually faded, leaving only the Evil Saintess on the ground, skewered like a hedgehog!

Rin rubbed her eyes, looking at the Evil Saintess now pierced like a hedgehog, and nodded in satisfaction. See? I knew it. My perfect plan wouldn't fail. She was just a clown after all. No, wait—back then, the Winter Saintess should have already completed the Third Magic. So doesn't that mean this Evil Saintess now is essentially the Third Magician!

Having realized this, Rin quickly looked back at the Evil Saintess. Sure enough, the Evil Saintess had already begun pulling the Noble Phantasms out of her own body one by one, casually tossing them to the ground.

"Mongrel, how dare you touch the King's treasures with those filthy hands. Die!"

Facing Gilgamesh's renewed assault, the Evil Saintess gave a sinister smile, then shot rapidly into the sky, flying toward Ryuudou Temple.

As several Noble Phantasms struck empty air, Gilgamesh watched the Evil Saintess ascend into the sky, ignoring him. Enraged, he summoned Vimana, stepped aboard it, and rose into the air to give chase.