Cards of Type-Moon

Some children were brutally murdered by Caster's familiars before they could even enjoy the beauty of this world. Diarmuid cannot forgive himself!

"Shrimp!!!"

At this moment, Gilles de Rais was stunned. He didn't know what had happened. The Sea Demons he had painstakingly summoned had already been destroyed by the passing Rider. However, he was also a little flustered now.

Although he had fallen into the abyss and sold his soul to an evil god, he had at least followed Jeanne d'Arc and been a marshal leading troops in battle!

He naturally knew what would happen after these Sea Demons blocking his path disappeared!

Diarmuid plunged the Yellow Rose of Mortality into the ground, gripped the Red Rose of Purgatory in his hand, and charged towards Gilles de Rais. The most urgent matter now was to destroy the Noble Phantasm in his hand and then kill this Caster!

The Sea Demons around, temporarily killed by the King of Conquerors, seemed to be reviving. They were as if they could not be killed. If the Noble Phantasm in Caster's hand was not destroyed, their numbers would only increase.

"Don't even think about it!!!" Gilles de Rais commanded the surrounding Sea Demons to charge at Diarmuid. As long as they could hold him back for a while, the killed Sea Demons would revive again! And then they would surround Diarmuid once more.

Diarmuid's martial arts were extremely powerful. His skills were enough to take the enemy general's head from amidst a million soldiers. Moreover, his Master... provided him with a lot of magical energy, so he didn't need to worry about the consumption of magical energy at all.

A Lancer with superb martial arts who doesn't care about magical energy is quite terrifying. A normal Caster would probably only dare to fight him within their magic workshop.

But unfortunately!!! Gilles de Rais was not a normal Caster. In his era, he was a general who was passionate about charging into battle, and he had naturally encountered many warriors similar to Diarmuid.

Moreover... after Jeanne d'Arc's death, he frantically researched dark magic and abyssal magic, actively seeking the existence of evil gods. He had completely abandoned his skills as a warrior. Although he was still a novice as a Magus, why was he summoned to the Holy Grail War as a Caster class?

The reason was simple, and that was the Noble Phantasm in his hand.

The Book of the Sea God.

This was a grimoire bound in human skin. It possessed the function of a magical energy furnace. It could ignore the holder's own magical energy. Relying solely on this book, Gilles de Rais could perform Grand Magic and Ritual Magic.

It even contained forbidden knowledge about ancient evil gods that existed before humanity. Those Sea Demons were summoned through this book.

To summon Sea Demons, sacrifices must be made. Earlier, Gilles de Rais and his Master, Ryunosuke, frantically captured children to offer them to the evil gods of another world to obtain Sea Demons that could defeat the Servants.

Of course, Gilles de Rais had even thought of it. To prevent even more powerful Servants from appearing, he would defeat the Servants! And then offer these guys who thought they were heroes to the evil gods in the abyss to obtain even more powerful "familiars."

"Hmph!"

Diarmuid snorted disdainfully. He swung his crimson spear, and magical flames burned, killing all the Sea Demons pouncing from all directions. Now, no one could stop him from destroying Caster's Noble Phantasm!

"What?!"

Just as Diarmuid was about to destroy Gilles de Rais's Noble Phantasm, he suddenly discovered that several tentacles had emerged from the ground, intending to stop him. But unfortunately.

Possessing the innate skill, Mind's Eye (True), the moment he discovered the tentacles on the ground, he immediately swung his Red Rose and cleared the tentacles.

However, what Diarmuid didn't expect was that the Sea Demons buried underground were far more numerous than he had imagined!

Although he had considerable martial arts, cleaning up the Sea Demons underground still took a second.

In that brief moment, Diarmuid frowned. The Sea Demons that had been cleared by Rider had revived once again. They surged like a tide, completely surrounding Caster, and simultaneously launched a fierce attack on Diarmuid.

"You brute!!" Gilles de Rais laughed heartily as he watched Diarmuid fall into trouble again. "I told you, I will win this Holy Grail War and bring my Jeanne d'Arc back to this world!! Did you think I would come unprepared?!"

Yes, before being a Magus, Gilles de Rais was a marshal! When he led troops in battle during his lifetime, he naturally encountered warriors like Diarmuid.

Even if he lost his martial arts, the strategy of commanding an army deep in his heart was always engraved on his soul.

"As a sacrifice, you have no way out! Hahahaha!!!" Gilles de Rais laughed heartily, completely disregarding the Rider in the sky.

Because if the other party dared to come down again, he naturally had a way to keep them there forever.

"Oh~ this is troublesome." The King of Conquerors stroked his chin, looking at Diarmuid, who had once again fallen into trouble below, and smiled. "That Caster seems to have some skill. With my help, he actually doubled the number of those monsters."

At this moment, the number of monsters below had reached around several hundred. No matter how strong Diarmuid's martial arts were, he would eventually expose flaws in a war of attrition and be seized by Gilles de Rais. In the end, it might really be as the other party thought, and this Lancer would be sacrificed to some evil god in the depths of the abyss to obtain more powerful familiars.

"What should we do next, Rider?" Waver looked at the Sea Demons below, his face turning pale for a moment. This level of opponent was the most disgusting existence.

"Don't worry, I still have a way to kill him. But for now... let's see what Saber intends to do." The King of Conquerors drove his chariot, his gaze fixed on Mikaela, who had already arrived at the scene.

A hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes. He wondered what method the other party would use to break the stalemate for that Lancer.

Chapter 42: A Tiger's Head and a Snake's Tail

In fact, everyone was not stupid. Although they had to unite to kill Caster and his Master, most of them had their own hidden agendas and wanted to see the strength of each party.

Although Lancer seemed to be trapped now, he had not used his second Noble Phantasm. The King of Conquerors had only helped him once and then continued to watch him fight the Sea Demons.

The Holy Grail? Most people wanted this thing!

Except for the golden flash who was laughing heartily, Mikaela who didn't care about the Holy Grail, and Diarmuid, all other Servants desperately wanted the Holy Grail.

For example, the King of Conquerors now would not easily hand over the Holy Grail to others. Therefore, he and Mikaela had the same idea: to use this opportunity to hunt Caster to thoroughly investigate the background of the heroes gathered for this Holy Grail War.

"...Is he in trouble?"

Mikaela had naturally arrived near the battlefield. Although his speed was slightly slower than the King of Conquerors, after all, the King of Conquerors had a "chariot," and he could only run over slowly on his own two legs.

He immediately saw the King of Conquerors - Iskandar - in the sky, preparing to observe, as well as Diarmuid, who was in trouble, and the arrogant Gilles de Rais.

"Yo, Saber, are you going to help Lancer?"

The King of Conquerors drove his carriage over, still with a friendly smile, revealing his big white teeth, indicating that he had no hostility.

"Yes, he needs some help. Because my Oath of Judas is enough to deal with these endless monsters." Mikaela nodded slightly. Although he didn't want to interact with the King of Conquerors, sometimes, revealing some information was harmless.

'Oath of Judas...' A hint of solemnity flashed in the King of Conquerors' eyes. He looked at Mikaela's eyes, a faint smile appearing, and said, "Although I don't think you could be that person, casually using the words 'Oath of Judas' is not a good thing, after all, that person betrayed..."

"It doesn't matter."

Mikaela shook his head. He threw down the Oath of Judas and leaped from the rooftop, shouting down at Diarmuid, "Lancer, I'm creating an opportunity for you!"

"Oh~ you've come too. I thought you were Caster or Rider, but I didn't expect you to be Saber," Diarmuid said, having pretty much figured out Mikaela's class by now.

Most of the Servants who appeared now had their classes openly displayed. Even if some tried to hide their class, as soon as they started fighting, their class would be pretty much exposed.

The only classes not yet revealed were Saber and Berserker. Diarmuid didn't believe Mikaela was the type to be reckless; he was calm in his dealings, and even his Lord praised him.

Though he's just a bug, he's very polite. I don't dislike people like that.

"Well, who knows," Mikaela replied. As long as Lancelot hadn't revealed himself, Mikaela wouldn't admit to being Saber. He'd hide it for as long as he could, though it was probably meaningless.

"Bang—!!!"

The Oath of Judas, weighing 150 kilograms, kicked up a cloud of dust as it landed. Immediately, countless golden chains shot out, binding the Sea Demons.

Thirteen spears of light were also fired, helping Diarmuid destroy all the Sea Demons in front of him.

"Bang bang bang—!!!"

Spears of light fell among the Sea Demons, instantly blowing them away as if a bomb had been detonated. The violent explosions left the Sea Demons bloody and mangled!!

"Ooooooh!!!!"

Gilles de Rais let out a cry, unsure if it was fear or awe. His gaze fixed on Mikaela, who was slowly descending from the sky. His fish-like eyes stared intently at Mikaela, seemingly unconcerned that the 'Sea Demons' beside him were being destroyed. He loudly praised, "God!!! Do you hear my summons?! Ooooooh!!! This is a miracle! Oh, great evil god!!!"

"Do you see your own doom, Caster!!!" Diarmuid, thinking the other was 'mad', gripped his red rose and charged forward, intending to destroy the Book of the Sea God in his hand.

"Hahahaha!! Foolish mortal, the evil god has already descended! This Holy Grail War will surely belong to me! Oh! No! It belongs to him! To him! It's this lord's victory! I see! I see! It's like this."

"I understand! I've figured it out!"

Gilles de Rais laughed heartily, but his laughter was grating. All four present frowned slightly, clearly not understanding what he was laughing about.

"This won't do, this won't do, oooooh!!! I never expected this!!"

As Diarmuid was about to break through, Gilles de Rais even managed a slight bow towards Mikaela, his face filled with excitement. "If a worthy sacrifice isn't offered, how can your arrival be celebrated! These alone are far from enough!!!"

"Bang—!!!"

Red smoke billowed, and Gilles de Rais vanished as if teleported.

Diarmuid's spear was a second too late, missing his opponent's Noble Phantasm by a hair's breadth.

"Puchi— Puchi—!!!"

As he departed, hundreds of Sea Demons around them self-destructed. Their bodies turned to blood, drenching the ground as if telling a story.

"He ran away?" The King of Conquerors slowly dismounted his chariot. His gaze flickered towards Mikaela, but seeing the 'confused' expression on his face, he sighed inwardly.

Is that Caster sick? To show that kind of expression upon seeing this Saber? Could he be a famous pervert from history? Does he act like this when he sees a beautiful woman?

"Damn it!!!" Diarmuid thrust his spear into the ground, his expression filled with extreme anger. He didn't suspect Mikaela, but rather believed that upon seeing the arrival of the three enemy Servants, Mikaela had decisively chosen to flee.

"..." Mikaela remained silent, looking at the blood all around, and sighed inwardly.

This outcome... is a little different from what I expected.

Chapter 43: Speculation

Initially, Mikaela wanted to use tonight's operation to eliminate Caster to force everyone out and see the power of their Noble Phantasms.

Although most of them had already been forced out, Caster's sudden escape left Mikaela unsure of what to do. However, he quickly became vigilant.

Could the 'evil god' he mentioned be me?

He had only transformed into Abigail for about half an hour, just a little over half an hour!

In the first stage, Abigail, who was harmless, had been transformed for about half an hour. In this state, Abigail had not yet accepted 'power'.

In principle, without transforming into a Pseudo-Servant, Abigail was a frail young girl with no threat.

The second stage, the combat state, was when he gained power by accepting the strength of the evil god, Yog-Sothoth.

However, Mikaela had only used the combat form for less than ten seconds. After forcefully repelling Lancelot, he immediately dispelled the state and rushed towards Diarmuid.

But he hadn't expected that less than a minute after he arrived, Caster, upon seeing him, acted like a fan meeting an idol, looking ecstatic and spouting a lot of nonsensical things, before disappearing with a smoke bomb.

"Sigh." Mikaela felt a bit weary. Although the outcome was different, at least he had discovered that there weren't many variables in this Holy Grail War. The only variable was on Kayneth's side.

"It seems you know Caster," the King of Conquerors said, looking at Mikaela's weary expression, and teased, "When he saw you, he acted as if he saw a deity. That kind of adoration isn't something that can be faked."

"No need to try and trick me. He probably saw my weapon." Mikaela put away the Oath of Judas and looked at Diarmuid and the King of Conquerors walking towards him. He said calmly, "Although I tried my best to hide my weapon, you probably saw some of it."

"Oath of Judas, is that what you call your Noble Phantasm?"

The King of Conquerors looked at Mikaela, stroked his chin, and a hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes. He said, "To be honest, while I don't think you're some major figure, this is the Holy Grail War after all. Anything is possible."

"Judas?"

Diarmuid had also calmed himself down by now. Although the smell of blood around was pungent, he still focused his attention on Mikaela.

Tonight, he had intended to kill Caster and his Master, dedicating victory and glory to his Lord. However, since the other party had already fled, he had no right to complain. It was better to inquire about the Noble Phantasm Mikaela, as Saber, possessed.

"Did you figure out the true name of that Caster?" Mikaela didn't mention the Oath of Judas but instead shifted the topic to Caster. He looked at Diarmuid and said calmly, "You arrived earlier than us. Would it be convenient for you to reveal what that Caster said?"

"That's not impossible."

Diarmuid was a straightforward knight. The scene of the children being slaughtered by Caster just now had pushed his anger to its peak. He would not allow such evil ways to enter this Holy Grail War.

Just as his Master had said, this kind of lowly fellow, who didn't even understand the concealment of magecraft, could very well endanger this Fuyuki City if allowed to continue.

Although his Master didn't need to get involved in this matter, he had dispatched Diarmuid for the sake of concealing magecraft. He had also instructed Diarmuid that if he couldn't find Caster's location, he would personally hunt down that despicable Magus.

However, Diarmuid found himself in a difficult situation. He had successfully found Caster! And he had even found his Master!

Both of them had escaped right under his nose!!! Setting aside whether his Master would be angered by this, the fact that he hadn't slain those two, and instead caused the deaths of those children, and that more people would continue to die because he didn't slay Caster, weighed heavily on him.

This filled Diarmuid with guilt, but he wouldn't show it. Instead, he relayed some information about Caster.

For instance, the opponent kept claiming he wanted to revive Jeanne d'Arc, and that he possessed a grimoire made of human skin, along with descriptions of the Sea Demons...

"Wait?! Could it be!!!" At this moment, Waver Velvet, who had been standing beside the King of Conquerors, suddenly thought of something and exclaimed, "That guy, is it Gilles de Rais?!"

"Hm?" The King of Conquerors looked at his Master in surprise and asked, "Why do you think Caster is him?"

"Isn't it obvious? Who else in history was so obsessed with Jeanne d'Arc, to the point of going mad and into evil, other than that Gilles de Rais." Waver Velvet felt that the King of Conquerors before him was a fake; how could he not see something so obvious!

"Oh~ I see, I see." The King of Conquerors nodded, appearing to find his Master's words reasonable. However, the smile in his eyes was noticed by Mikaela.

As expected...

Mikaela's heart grew heavy. This King of Conquerors, who appeared so honest and simple, was actually the most dangerous person in this Holy Grail War.

"Oh, is that so? Why did Saber run away when he saw you? Do you two have some history?" Diarmuid wasn't particularly surprised, as he didn't care about the other party's identity. What he didn't understand was why Caster had fled at the sight of Saber.

"I don't know him," Mikaela replied coldly. "He definitely doesn't know me either. However, he probably recognizes the Noble Phantasm I possess."

Mikaela placed the Oath of Judas on the ground for Diarmuid, the King of Conquerors, and Waver to examine.

"He probably thinks the cross I bear is the item belonging to the one who betrayed the 'Divine Child'."

Mikaela didn't state it explicitly, merely hinting at it. Even so, a flicker of seriousness crossed the eyes of the King of Conquerors and Diarmuid as they looked at Mikaela.