Card Servant of Type-Moon Chapter 7

If Irisviel hadn't intervened, Emiya Kiritsugu could have decisively used a Command Spell to summon Mikaela. But unfortunately... with Irisviel's involvement, Mikaela could only choose to protect one of them.

Under any other circumstances, Emiya Kiritsugu would never abandon Irisviel to have Mikaela protect him instead.

"Well then, let's retreat for now. There's no point in continuing this fight," Emiya Kiritsugu glanced at Kayneth, silently sheathed his gun, then picked up his phone and sent a text message to Irisviel.

"Precisely," Maiya Hisau agreed.

"Huh?" Irisviel also noticed the abnormality with her phone immediately. She quickly took it out and found a text message from Emiya Kiritsugu.

"..."

Mikaela also noticed this, but he didn't have time to ask Irisviel right now because Diarmuid was already charging forward!

"Hiss—!!!"

Golden chains suddenly shot out, lunging towards Diarmuid. However, after fully unleashing his Noble Phantasm, Diarmuid wore a confident smile. He didn't even dodge! He swung his spear, cleanly slicing through all the chains blocking his path!

"What?!"

Mikaela's expression turned to shock. In his eyes, the golden chains were being cut by the opponent's Red Rose of Purgatory!

"So it's made of magic after all?" Diarmuid muttered, not particularly surprised. He continued to swing the Red Rose of Purgatory, cutting down each golden chain one by one, charging towards Mikaela like a hot knife through butter.

"..."

Mikaela took a deep breath, feeling a bit panicked. The weapons he conjured now were formed using Emiya Kiritsugu's magic.

Although he wasn't a Heroic Spirit, he could still fight powerful Servants with weapons from other powerful worlds. If he transformed into another powerful being, he might even be able to fight the Heroic Spirits themselves!

That's right! The Heroic Spirits themselves!

However, during battle, he had to consider whether his Master could withstand the magic he consumed.

Just like now... Mikaela could transform into Gilgamesh, Karna, or even Ramesses II!

But could Emiya Kiritsugu provide such a massive amount of magic? Let alone whether he could produce it.

And this generation had the freak that was Gilgamesh! If Mikaela brought out a power that could threaten him, Gilgamesh would definitely laugh heartily, go all out, and blast Mikaela with Ea.

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Just thinking about it made Mikaela feel like his future in this Holy Grail War was bleak.

At the same time... something unexpected had happened. Diarmuid's Noble Phantasm, the Red Rose of Purgatory, could actually cut through the golden chains of Judas.

Mikaela didn't know if this was a characteristic of Diarmuid's Noble Phantasm or if it was because the Oath of Judas wasn't his true body.

But! One thing Mikaela was certain of was that the situation was extremely critical, and he needed to confirm one thing!

"Shuashuashua—!!!"

Thirteen spears of light shot out again, heading straight for Diarmuid. This time, the spears of light didn't scatter but concentrated on a single point.

"Oh? Are you serious?" Diarmuid wasn't surprised by this. He stopped his advance, and magical flames slowly burned on his crimson spearhead. He was also preparing for a head-on clash.

"Aila-chan!"

Irisviel called out to Mikaela anxiously. Even though she didn't say more.

But Mikaela knew. That was Emiya Kiritsugu telling them to leave! Their objective for tonight had been achieved.

However, Diarmuid's actions just now made Mikaela unwilling to leave at this moment. He held the Oath of Judas with one hand, his gaze fixed on Diarmuid not far away.

The moment the thirteen spears of light were about to collide with the magic-flaming Red Rose of Purgatory...

"Boom—!!"

A violent explosion rang out! The spears of light exploded violently before even touching the Red Rose of Purgatory, obscuring Diarmuid's vision.

"Shh—!!" Mikaela swung the Oath of Judas, his gaze resolute as he charged towards Diarmuid.

The distance between them wasn't particularly far. Diarmuid had originally planned to use his spear to kill Mikaela at close range. Now that Mikaela was actively closing in, he was instantly within his reach.

The Oath of Judas was swung down from the front. Mikaela shifted his attack, seemingly intending to use this strike to reverse his previous disadvantage.

"What?!" Diarmuid clearly hadn't expected Caster to charge at him.

But it suited him just fine! The explosion of the thirteen spears of light had caused him some injuries, but for Diarmuid, who had years of combat experience, these wounds were nothing.

Diarmuid swung the Red Rose of Purgatory, preparing to block the attack from the Oath of Judas head-on.

"Bang—!!!"

The Oath of Judas... wasn't pierced, but solidly blocked the Red Rose of Purgatory. A slight smile appeared on Mikaela's face.

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Chapter Sixteen: Escape

"This isn't something formed by magic?" Diarmuid seemed somewhat surprised. He looked at the Oath of Judas, seemingly astonished. "But the weight of this weapon is also quite astonishing."

At first, Diarmuid thought the Oath of Judas was just a magical artifact. But only after colliding head-on did he realize... this weapon seemed different from what he had imagined.

"I see. It seems I shouldn't have called you Caster... you are a warrior, not a mage."

The moment they clashed head-on, Diarmuid realized that Mikaela's fighting skills were by no means comparable to any so-called mage. He had used the smoke from the explosion to quickly and decisively attack him.

These are the subtle tricks that only those who have truly fought will possess.

"I'm telling the truth," Mikaela said plainly, swinging Oath of Judas as he continued to fight Diarmuid.

Confirming that Oath of Judas could not be pierced by the opponent's Noble Phantasm, Mikaela breathed a sigh of relief internally and decided to look for an opportunity to disengage from the battle.

"If it's just like this, then victory tonight will surely be mine!" Diarmuid grinned confidently, slowly raising the crimson spear in his hand to block Mikaela's attack with Oath of Judas. Ordinary attacks were simply no match for him.

"Lancer, do you know?" Mikaela suddenly asked, smashing his cross onto the opponent's spear. He spoke unhurriedly, "If we continue fighting like this, the one who benefits will likely not be you or me."

"Can I take this as you begging for mercy?" Hearing Mikaela suddenly change his address, Diarmuid remained at ease. He lightly flicked his spear, parrying Oath of Judas, and then retreated several steps, dodging the golden chains that rushed at him from the side.

"If we continue fighting like this, Assassin will kill your Master."

Mikaela suddenly said very quietly, as if revealing crucial intelligence. This made Diarmuid frown. He looked at Mikaela with some confusion, not understanding the meaning behind his words.

"My Master and I went to the Church to investigate whether Assassin had been eliminated. Why would we investigate a Servant who had 'withdrawn'? I believe if it were you, you would probably understand the meaning."

Mikaela spoke only half the story, but the information revealed was enough to shock Diarmuid. He was certainly not a fool and knew what it meant if Assassin had not withdrawn.

"Why should I believe you?" Even so, facing the victory that was within his grasp, Diarmuid was reluctant to give up. He had a seventy percent chance of defeating the Servant who called himself 'Knight'.

"What if I told you I could attack your Master?"

Mikaela's tone shifted. He planted Oath of Judas into the ground and ran towards Irisviel.

At the same time, thirteen lances of light were fired simultaneously. The lances of light were not aimed at Diarmuid, but rather shot towards the top of the factory, clearly intending to attack someone hidden in the shadows.

"Despicable scoundrel!!!" Seeing where the lances of light were aimed, Diarmuid's rage meter maxed out. He ignored Mikaela, who was 'fleeing', and immediately materialized his spirit to rush to his Master's side at the fastest speed.

"This is not despicable, this is war."

Mikaela, regardless of whether Irisviel agreed or not, picked up the very attractive 'married woman' without a word. He looked back and smiled, "Besides, after blocking those attacks, you'll also have to consider whether to continue the pursuit."

Countless golden chains emerged from Oath of Judas and continued to attack Kayneth's position.

Diarmuid, who had just used all his strength to block the explosion of the thirteen lances of light, now looked at the approaching golden chains. Although he was furious and wished he could rush over, grab Mikaela by the collar, and question if this was how a knight behaved?!

However, to protect his Master's safety, he remained in place, blocking the golden chains rushing from all directions.

"Oh? Not bad."

Kayneth, protected by Diarmuid, showed no panic. Instead, he calmly watched Mikaela and Irisviel depart, saying indifferently, "Using me as a hostage? I've been underestimated."

After blocking the attacks, Mikaela and Irisviel had already been gone for a long time. Diarmuid lowered his spear, knelt on one knee, and bowed his head to Kayneth, apologizing profusely, "I am truly sorry, Master, I did not secure this victory for you."

"Lift your head, Lancer. This battle was our victory," Kayneth snorted, seemingly displeased with Diarmuid's attitude. He continued, "They are like cockroaches, using despicable means to escape this battle."

"Never mind, seeing how hard they struggled, I'll spare their lives."

Kayneth snorted a few times, showing no surprise at their escape. This was, after all, to be expected.

"Yes! Master!"

Diarmuid looked up at Kayneth in surprise at his words. Seeing that his Master was not just comforting him, a fire suddenly ignited within him.

That's right! He was the victor! He had won beautifully tonight, repelling a Servant. If there was any blemish, it was that he almost allowed his Master to be harmed.

"Ah, it's a shame Sola didn't participate in this Holy Grail War. Otherwise, I would have liked her to see me fight." Kayneth fell into a reverie, perhaps wondering if his fiancée would have admired his composure if she had participated in this backwater magical battle with him.

At this thought, Kayneth couldn't help but laugh heartily, "Let's go, Lancer. We'll return to our residence, rest a bit, and continue fighting next time."

"Yes," Diarmuid nodded.

Chapter 17: How Could We Lose?!

After running a considerable distance with Irisviel in his arms, Mikaela breathed a sigh of relief when he realized no one was following. Fortunately, it hadn't escalated into the grand spectacle depicted in the original story; he wouldn't have been able to handle it.

"Excuse me."

Mikaela gently placed Irisviel on the ground. He looked at her apologetically and said, "I needed to quickly get out of Lancer's attack range just now, so to improve efficiency, I had no choice but to pick you up."

Logically, Mikaela shouldn't have apologized. After all, as he had said, this was the Holy Grail War; it was either fight or flee.

If one ran too slowly, they were easily targeted. Mikaela could imagine that others were surely watching him and Lancer's battle from all around.

"No, it's alright. It actually felt a bit thrilling," Irisviel's face was flushed. Although she knew that the 'maid' who looked like a woman was actually a man, it had indeed been quite exciting.

More exciting than driving! Irisviel waved her hands excitedly, "Are Servants really that powerful? To be able to jump onto a tall building with a 'whoosh!' and then jump down with a 'swish!'"

"Uh... that's probably basic operation," Mikaela said, looking at Irisviel's excited expression. He felt that the 'madam' in front of him hadn't noticed that he had accidentally touched her backside when he picked her up.

At that moment, Mikaela's sole focus was on retreating. His attention was entirely on his surroundings, avoiding any surprise attacks from Assassin, or the Conqueror who loved to stir up trouble, or even Gilgamesh with his 'Hahaha', who might be watching him.

Therefore, he had no idea where his hands were. He simply picked up Irisviel and ran towards a safe area.

"Mhm! You're so reliable, Aila-chan!" Irisviel was clearly captivated by the recent experience and even wanted to try it again. She proactively opened her arms and said, "Hold me and run like that a couple more times! Like jumping off a tall building."

"……………………" Mikaela's forehead was covered in black lines. He gently shook his head and refused, "That would be a waste of unnecessary magic, so I refuse. Let's just take a taxi back now."

Since the driver had been called away earlier by Irisviel's suggestive magic, the two of them had to call another taxi to pick them up.

"Eh?! That's so mean." Irisviel looked disappointed.

"After this Holy Grail War is over, you can ride roller coasters or go bungee jumping to experience that feeling," Mikaela muttered, but he quickly realized he had said something wrong and immediately shut his mouth.

Hearing this, Irisviel's smile gradually faded, and she put on a strained smile, looking at Mikaela and saying, "Mhm, after this Holy Grail War is over, Aila-chan will take Illya to do those things."

It was clear that Irisviel was well aware of the consequences for herself, as the Lesser Grail, if she participated in the Holy Grail War.

"…I must refuse, if possible, please take the child yourself and go to the amusement park for those things." Mikaela stood on the road, flagging down a taxi. He said in a flat tone, "Actually, I've never been to an amusement park either. I've only heard about it from my friends."

"Is that so?"

Looking at Mikaela's childish face, Irisviel reached out and patted his little head, saying gently, "Ella-chan, you've worked so hard. You've put in so much effort for your parents."

"……………"

Mikaela didn't want to speak. He got into the taxi, and Irisviel sat beside him.

"The battle is over, Teacher."

Inside the Church, Kotomine Kirei recounted everything he had seen through Assassin's eyes.

Strangely, there was no one beside him, only a vintage-looking phonograph with a brass horn pointed at Kotomine Kirei.

If an ordinary person saw this scene, they would probably think Kotomine Kirei was mentally ill. But soon… the ancient-looking phonograph actually responded to him.

"It's good that Gilgamesh didn't participate in the battle." From the other end of the phonograph, a man who exuded an aristocratic aura, currently swirling red wine in his glass, spoke without any emotional fluctuation. "That King has been wandering around under the guise of taking a stroll. I wonder what he's trying to do."

"Teacher, I think he might want to see this land again with his own eyes." Kotomine Kirei said in a flat tone. "Assassin had a similar action before. They sneaked into the library at night specifically to review their own past lives."

"After all, they are Heroic Spirits. It's normal to be nostalgic."

Tohno Shiro swirled the red wine and continued, "Kiritsugu, what do you think of the strength of the Einzbern family's Servant?"

"Very weak." Kotomine Kirei thought for a moment and said in a flat tone, "According to Assassin, if opponents like that were to 'unite,' they might very well be able to kill her."

"If Assassin says so, then the Einzberns have summoned a 'quite decent' Servant." Tohno Shiro said with a slight smile. The weaker the enemy, the happier he naturally was.

As for what class the opponent was, or what their true name was, Tohno Shiro had no intention of guessing.

Because sometimes, when the enemy is too weak, some information can be ignored. However… even so, Tohno Shiro didn't think the Einzberns would summon a 'useless piece of trash.'