In some strange dimensional space, a rather interesting conversation seemed to have taken place, and the pair of close girlfriends who had been together for so long parted on bad terms once again.
Chapter 38: Hundred Faces, Offer Up Your Head!
Fu Yuan looked at the empty area beside him in confusion, feeling as though someone was watching him.
But after observing it three times, he still found nothing. After thinking for a moment, Fu Yuan suddenly took a step forward.
He tried his best to imitate an aged yet imposing voice and spoke with great displeasure.
"Hundred Faces? What have you built with that countless wisdom? A desire to seize the sole bond of faith with a hundred souls? Fool—offer up your head!"
Thud! ×10
The moment his words fell, ten pitch-black figures knelt... behind him?
They were extremely respectful—or perhaps frightened—and did not dare move.
Fu Yuan's body visibly stiffened the instant they appeared, but then he turned around naturally, as though nothing had happened.
He looked at the... ten idiots before him!
Still, he put away some of his contempt. How had they gotten behind him? He had not noticed them at all. Or perhaps he had never discovered their precise location from the start.
Thanks to King Hassan for sending him ten idiots!
They carried King Hassan's aura. Thinking of it that way was not wrong.
While the ten people before him had their heads lowered and could not see him, Fu Yuan prepared to slip away!
What else was he supposed to do? It was only a trace of aura. Was he really supposed to stupidly give them orders?
A-rank Agility combined with B-rank Strength equaled unparalleled explosive power and control.
There were many subtleties involved. Each attribute represented many things, and even two or three attributes had overlapping aspects.
As for the specifics... well, anyway, he ran very fast.
It was not as if they could find him!
Fu Yuan thought this with great delight, then caught sight of a flash of gold as he turned a corner.
His mind had only just reacted, and his body had only just begun to break free of its momentum, when he was pinned against the wall!
Fu Yuan blinked, clearly still unable to process what was happening. Why was she here?!
Gilgamesh lifted him a little higher, making sure Fu Yuan's feet could no longer touch the ground.
There was nothing she could do. Even though her height had changed somewhat after becoming Gilgamesh, she was not someone a mere 158 centimeters could challenge.
Gilgamesh
Class: Archer
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Height: 182 cm
"Um... hello?" Fu Yuan greeted her uncertainly. In this situation, he should probably, perhaps, maybe say hello, right?
"...Haha! Hahahaha! How interesting! Of course I am well!" Gilgamesh was somewhat stunned by his greeting, but quickly recovered and burst into wild laughter.
But moments later, fury filled her smile as she glared in great dissatisfaction at Fu Yuan, whose feet could not touch the ground.
"Mm-hm! Then can you let me go, big sister?" Fu Yuan replied perfunctorily, as if he had not noticed her anger at all.
Having just met a whole group of big shots, he had absolutely no interest in talking with the beautiful girl in front of him. How should he put it?
He was tired. If she could make him interested, he would admit defeat.
"...Mongrel! Do you know what you are saying?!"
"Do you know who you are speaking to?!"
How dare he! How could he dare?! After fighting such a hard battle, he still dared speak to her so confidently. Did he really think that because the King had changed sex, her personality had changed too?!
After hearing this, Fu Yuan could not even be bothered to answer. There was no helping it—this version of Archer had been somewhat fresh the first time he saw her, but now that he was seeing her again, that was all there was to it.
He was just about to exert strength and break free when he realized he could not brace himself against the ground. After trying again, Fu Yuan fell silent.
Just as the blonde on the other side began to laugh, Fu Yuan suddenly shouted.
"Hundred Faces! What are you doing?!"
The ten dark-skinned figures behind him exchanged glances, then ultimately gritted their teeth and attacked Gilgamesh.
What else could they do, stand around and do nothing? If Saber really was connected to someone important, then if something happened, it would not just affect this Holy Grail War!
Ignoring the astonishment in Gilgamesh's eyes, Fu Yuan seized the chance to quickly break free.
Then... when his feet touched the ground, he felt a wave of relief...
"Mongrels! Who gave you the nerve to attack the King?!"
Gilgamesh quickly figured it out. After all, she had met most of the Grand Servants before—they were old acquaintances!
But understanding was one thing, venting her anger was another. Those did not conflict, did they? These dark-skinned figures had crossed Gilgamesh's flexible bottom line.
An Assassin who did not hide... how should he put it? The Old Worm who had died earlier could handle this sort of thing.
Fu Yuan silently prayed for them in his heart, then saw a hint of relief in their eyes at the moment of their deaths.
The dark-skinned figures silently prayed for their remaining brothers. I hope your deaths are not too pleasant!
The brothers scattered throughout the city clearly did not know of their blessing, but they still felt a chill run down their backs.
And one dark-skinned figure monitoring Waver froze when she sensed that ten brothers had died in an instant, only for the King of Conquerors to yank her out with a laugh.
Waver stared blankly at the dark-skinned girl who had appeared before him, his back growing slightly cold!
"Bye-bye-bye! See you next time, big sister from Uruk!" Fu Yuan clearly did not want to clash with Gilgamesh right now. The instant his whole body touched the ground, he flipped over, ran upstairs, and rushed back to his original... hospital room.
Gilgamesh watched his retreating figure with an extremely dark expression, but did not chase after him, even though she was curious about what had just happened.
As for chasing him, what kind of joke was that? Did she not care about her dignity?!
Then she turned an even more unpleasant expression toward Kirei Kotomine, who had just stepped out of the hospital room, and the little girl beside him.
For some reason, Gilgamesh gave a cold snort upon seeing the girl, then vanished.
"Hmph!"
Although Kirei Kotomine had sensed the deaths of the ten dark-skinned figures while still in the hospital room, what were dark-skinned figures compared to his daughter? So he had not rushed out immediately.
After thoroughly calming Kallen down, Kirei Kotomine prepared to take her home to meet his father.
And then came the scene above. Holding Kallen's small hand, Kirei Kotomine did not bother with anything else and headed straight back to the church, afraid something else might happen outside.
Fu Yuan hurriedly shut the hospital room door and leaned against it, a trace of excitement on his face. Teasing someone and then running away really was fun!
Fu Yuan suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the room was somewhat off, and then noticed that everyone's gazes seemed strange.
As for why, Kiritsugu Emiya, who had just stood up to get some water, once again demonstrated to everyone what magical energy depletion looked like.
As well as what it looked like when his entire body went limp as though he had no bones.
Although the magical energy consumed in the mental space had belonged to Gaia, the Chains he had set up before entering had all been supplied by Kiritsugu. Fu Yuan simply had not thought that much about it at the time.
"Master, what's wrong?! Don't die!" Fu Yuan suddenly noticed that Kiritsugu Emiya's complexion was clearly abnormal, as though he were about to die.
Fu Yuan suddenly panicked. He threw himself forward and began trying to use the Stigma to improve Kiritsugu's body.
Under Kiritsugu Emiya's terrified gaze, he collapsed again!
Very quickly, after perhaps only two seconds, Fu Yuan turned around with great embarrassment, as though nothing had happened.
He returned to his original place, whistling guiltily as he peeled an apple, utterly unwilling to turn around and look at Kiritsugu Emiya.
Irisviel watched the scene with amusement and did not press the matter. After all, if A Yuan did not say anything, he probably had his reasons.
Illya swallowed what had to be who knew how many pieces of apple with some difficulty, then covered her mouth with her hand to indicate that she did not want any more.
Chapter 39: Fifty-Nine Points Every Year, Congratulations, Waver
"It's night again!"
As though nothing had happened just now, Fu Yuan stood calmly by the window, looking at the city already shrouded in night lights. A question suddenly arose in his heart.
Kiritsugu spent the day investigating matters and strolling around to build affection, then spent the night fighting and killing, so... was it normal for Magi to go seven days without sleep?
Then he thought of Kiritsugu's father, whose abilities in magecraft were utterly absurd, and the Reality Marble that even he envied a little. And that was only the version at twenty percent.
Sure enough, there was a reason Master had so little magical energy. So what if he was a master of time management? His body still could not keep up!
Hmph! Old man! It was not like Fu Yuan envied him!
After saying that, Fu Yuan turned back to glance at Irisviel, who was chatting with Maiya. A harmonious harem was nothing special! A pure-love supporter like him would never envy that!
It was already Chapter 39, yet only the third night. Fu Yuan suddenly realized that the past few days had been rather fulfilling.
Then he heard a thunderous blast from far away. Calmly feeling the fearful expression appear on his face and the changes in his body, he silently pulled out Heavenly Fire and prepared to fire a shot in that direction.
Damn it, does this ever end?!
This was really enough! He had finally damaged this Spirit Core and eliminated that weakness, but now it had been repaired!
Fine, it had been repaired! But why was it so sturdy?!
Fu Yuan planned to find time to slip something to Kariya Matou so he would not be so happy whenever he entered or exited the Root in the future!
"A Yuan, what's wrong?!" Irisviel watched the person who had been standing by the window suddenly grow taller, a crimson greatsword appearing in his hand. A strange thought rose in her heart: a superior among men!
She shook her head, held down Kiritsugu, who wanted to get up, then hurried over. Standing at the window, she saw Rider and Lancer only one or two hundred meters away...
As well as A Yuan, whose expression had broken down just a little.
Irisviel silently stepped back two paces. It was not because she was afraid; she simply, simply did not want to disturb A Yuan right now. Yes, that was all!
Kiritsugu stared desperately at the greatsword in Fu Yuan's hand. He had already thought of his epitaph!
He had fought for peace and sacrificed himself for peace!
Fu Yuan took a deep breath and put Heavenly Fire Self-Destruction away as though nothing had happened. There was no helping it—Kiritsugu was too useless right now! He could not withstand it!
After a while, as Fu Yuan listened to the thunder still rumbling outside, he silently returned to his seat and then... peeled apples!
Then he used sword energy to cut them into tiny pieces and began feeding them to Fujino and Sakura.
Fujino looked at the apple that had suddenly been cut into countless tiny pieces, as well as the plate that seemed to have faint cracks in it, and obediently opened her mouth.
Though there was more than mere obedience in her eyes. Fujino was very curious about why Fu Yuan had suddenly grown taller.
But! She did not dare ask!
"Hahaha! Lancer, are you truly not interested in joining me?!"
The King of Conquerors protected his little Master while blocking Lancer's twin spears.
Then he laughed loudly a few more times before pulling his little Master into a strategic retreat. Yes, they flew away! Lancer could not reach them.
The moment Diarmuid returned to the magecraft workshop, he dropped to one knee before Kaineth and pleaded guilty.
"I failed to take down the opponent and disappointed my lord. Please punish me!"
Kaineth unhurriedly set down the communication device in his hand. He said nothing, merely signaling for Diarmuid to rise.
He had to admit, this student had given him quite enough surprises!
Still, he had grown up without even understanding the art of language. Was it not reasonable to keep all his credits at fifty-nine for the next few years?
Let it count as paying for his mistake! Thinking this, Kaineth looked at Sola with some distress... Ah! He no longer intended to concern himself with this matter.
In any case, he had already decided that once they returned to the Clock Tower, he would break off the engagement. There was no need to keep hurting, was there?
Kaineth clutched his chest in pain, but he also understood that he had to go through this, because having already come to terms with it, he could not continue making mistakes.
Sola sensed the change in Kaineth's attitude over the past two days. She had initially thought she would be delighted, yet she inexplicably felt somewhat lost. She did not like Kaineth, nor did she like Diarmuid!
Like a canary raised from childhood, she had never tasted freedom until a few days ago, when Diarmuid had been summoned.
Looking at his face, Sola suddenly began imagining fairy-tale stories again—the knight and the princess.
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