"Remarkable martial skill, immense magical power, courage and spirit far beyond this era... Even now, I am quite curious. Just what kind of person are you?"
His Noble Phantasm had been broken, and Diarmuid had suffered grievous injuries. Though he looked utterly battered, he still had not fallen, instead using his broken spear to prop up his unsteady body.
"If I had to say, I am probably from the future. Because I do not belong to this era, I know your true names and Noble Phantasms.
You, Diarmuid, do not have much desire for the Holy Grail itself. Your reason for joining the Holy Grail War was merely the regret you had always carried from failing to serve your lord faithfully in your previous life. This time, you wanted to serve a master as a knight until the very end.
But regrettably, I can tell you that your wish will not be fulfilled. Instead, you will repeat the same mistake and ultimately meet a fate of taking your own life."
Yoru Machi's words left Diarmuid standing frozen. Diarmuid knew very well that he was already on the verge of leaving the stage, so Yoru Machi had no reason to deceive him.
Soon, a relieved yet somewhat desolate smile appeared on his face. "Is it because of Master's fiancée, Lady Sola?"
"Isn't it obvious? With the Mole of Love, which can even affect certain female Heroic Spirits, how could an ordinary magus possibly resist?
So for you, dying now while fighting for your lord may not necessarily be a bad outcome."
Diarmuid did not doubt Yoru Machi's words, because he had long noticed that the way Lady Sola looked at him had become quite wrong.
And his own Master, Kaineth, loved his fiancée deeply. The possibility of events ultimately ending with