Her other hand rested on the "Cú Chulainn," who was gradually dissipating.
She activated magecraft—Reverse Analysis.
I am an absolute genius.
Answering my companions' expectations,
Just for this moment,
—I must become a Person of All Trades!
Kischur Zelretch: "Is this even possible?!"
Luvia: "This is insane. Can someone with no foundation in magecraft really construct such a spell?"
Makiri: "This isn't a normal summoning, but a secondary summoning. Before the Heroic Spirit disappears, she's trying to overlap-summon him... Is that even possible?"
Tokiomi Tohsaka: "If the Heroic Spirit's consciousness remained, she would only need to form a new contract. But Cú Chulainn's consciousness has already vanished, and the Spirit Foundation in his body has been completely destroyed. This is entirely different from summoning a Heroic Spirit for the first time... She is merely human. She cannot do it."
Medea: "If even one thing goes wrong, the summoning will fail and be interrupted. Even I could not succeed at this kind of reconstruction on the first try. It would require countless experiments. But as for that little girl... I cannot say for certain."
Da Vinci: "She can definitely do it... That is my Craft Essence! The me from that world must have acknowledged her too! As a fellow Person of All Trades, I believe in her!"
Analyze, analyze, analyze.
The world, Heroic Spirits—beings that relied on time, yet transcended it.
Trace back, trace back, trace back.
The battlefield, the rabid hound—those were his legend.
The Golden Fleece in her hand melted and flowed into the crude Imitation Heroic Spirit Foundation, emitting faint specks of golden light.
She raised her staff, analyzed everything from nothing, and constructed a brand-new summoning chant.
The blue figure before her had already become transparent, his lower body completely dissipated.
In the distance,
A green figure rammed straight into a black arrow,
Surging crimson mana exploded, completely swallowing him and leaving behind only a charred corpse.
The red figure projected Chains of Heaven once more and drew the bow.
Though he did not believe she could accomplish such a miraculous feat, he ultimately chose
To show these people
The respect they deserved.
"Enter!"
Kurisu Makise drove the glowing Spirit Foundation into Cú Chulainn's body. She placed both hands atop her staff and thrust it into the ground.
Beneath the moonlight,
At her feet,
An inverted pentagram Magic Circle emerged!
"I swear here!"
"I am the one who accomplishes all good deeds."
"I am the one who tramples all malice in this world."
"You are the crimson gleam of Celtic battlefields. You drank deep of the battlefield's wails and remembered the runes of the Land of Shadows."
"You are the rabid hound bitten by fate, a hero who pierced life and death and safeguarded glory."
"The three great Words of Power shall bless you for seven days."
Suddenly, the blue figure beneath her palm completely dissipated.
Rainwater slid down from her forehead, and the space before her became utterly empty.
She bit her lip until bright red blood flowed, yet she did not fall into silence or despair.
Instead, at the center of this battlefield—she continued chanting at the top of her lungs!
"Pass through the Wheel of Restraint and appear once more!"
"Guardian of the Scales!"
The arrow of destruction had already been fired, growing larger and larger in her vision.
But at this moment,
What filled Kurisu Makise's heart was not fear of life and death,
But—
She bent over with all her strength beneath the curtain of rain and shouted:
"If you are
A true hero,
—then don't bow out so easily!!!"
Just as the pitch-black arrow was about to swallow her,
Archer, who had closed his eyes and prepared to breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly snapped them open.
That was—?!
A spear tip like lightning!
Red patterns condensed on the girl's hand,
Forming a brand-new Command Spell!
"Boom!!"
Tears and raindrops streamed down Kurisu Makise's cheeks.
The next instant!
A transparent figure wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her away and evading the explosion.
The transparent figure carried her in a mad dash!
She was brought to the room where her companions were, and after landing, she collapsed onto the threshold.
The spiritualized Heroic Spirit took the initiative to manifest.
Moonlight pierced the clouds and fell upon her as a familiar voice rang out:
"Servant, Lancer, I have answered your summons."
The blue figure held a red spear. Moonlight fell upon him, coating him in a pale golden radiance.
There were no wounds left on his body, and the surging mana within him even far surpassed what he had possessed before.
His crimson eyes shone with terrifying brightness, yet held no tangible aggression.
Just like the moonlight.
Kurisu Makise looked up. This time, the label above his head was green... the color representing a complete ally.
Servant: Cú Chulainn Class: Lancer Status: Ally (Affection: 100) Affiliation: Official Operator—Kurisu Makise (Master)
He dropped to one knee.
"Master, what are your orders?"
Kurisu Makise wiped away her tears, raised a fist, and said fiercely:
"Cú Chulainn! Go—take him down!"
"Yes, Master!"
"Cú Chulainn" rose to his feet and returned to the battlefield with his spear.
His gaze did not fall upon Archer. Instead, he first looked at the corpse of the green-clad youth, then raised his head with a self-mocking smile.
"Looks like I cannot be considered a true hero either."
Within the black curtain of rain,
He lowered his head like a rabid hound, dragging his spear as he walked slowly forward. He turned his head slightly toward the front, and the smile vanished completely from his lips.
Facing the red-clad Heroic Spirit,
Ferocious light burst from "Cú Chulainn's" blood-red eyes, carrying incomparable fury and killing intent.
"You have truly angered me, unknown red Servant."
"—Witness the Wrath of Cú Chulainn."
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"Damn it! How is this possible?!"
Archer stared at the unscathed "Cú Chulainn," whose mana was surging wildly, disbelief written all over his face.
He recalled the summoning magecraft cast by that red-haired girl just now.
"This is impossible. If Heroic Spirits could be summoned repeatedly without end, then the Holy Grail War... would never end!"
"Hmph. That little girl's abilities are beyond anything you can imagine."
"Cú Chulainn" snorted coldly and raised the tip of his spear.
"Why am I even saying so much to you...? You are not worthy of hearing it anyway."
Archer turned around and fled by hopping on one foot. Against Cú Chulainn in this state, even at his peak... he would have no more than a forty-percent chance of victory!
"Hmph, you still want to run now?"
Cú Chulainn leaned back in a flamboyant posture and unleashed his Noble Phantasm.
"Gae Bolg!"
The crimson spear was enveloped in violently surging mana, like a blood-red bolt of lightning pursuing its target!
"Ha..."
Archer could only stop. Running was useless against this spear, so he could only turn around and prepare to take it head-on!
"Rho Aias!"
He chose to deploy seven layers of petals!
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
The instant the crimson spear tip touched the pink petals, its overwhelming piercing power broke through five layers!
"That is impossible!"
Archer's brown eyes widened. This was not the power he knew Gae Bolg to possess!
This bounded field Noble Phantasm possessed virtually absolute defense against thrown weapons. Every layer had defensive strength comparable to a castle wall!
Archer stretched out his right hand, wanting to increase the mana supply! But after reinforcing it only once, he stopped. His mana... had already run dry!
Then! The sixth layer of the Chrysanthemum Shield shattered!
It was fine. Even if he could no longer continuously supply mana!
As the shield of a hero used in the Trojan War, its final layer had blocked Hector's spear!
No thrown weapon could possibly break through it!
But! The impossible happened!
The final layer shattered completely.
And the crimson spear still had a trace of power left!
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