A Person in Type-Moon, Now Lost

"I'm going to kill you!!!" In an instant, Caster activated his Noble Phantasm, summoning hundreds of Sea Monsters to attack the murderer. He wanted to tear this villain who dared to lay hands on his dear friend limb from limb!

"Alcaeus, stay alive." The boy's clear voice echoed in the confined space, signaling the end of the battle.

The giant, over 2 meters tall, charged forward with a speed no less than that of a Saber or Lancer. He casually swung the object he could barely call a "bow," and everywhere it passed was like cutting grass. Those monsters, each capable of taking the life of a healthy adult in the outside world, couldn't even slow his pace.

Caster shrieked, flipping through the Codex of the Great Holy Grail, ranked A+, preparing to unleash stronger magic to stop the charging giant.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the time. Alcaeus arrived before him, delivering a straight punch capable of shattering marble, before Caster could even cast his spell. In these narrow underground sewers, any warrior could easily beat down these powerless mages.

There were no surprises. Caster's pathetic durability was no different from paper before Alcaeus. One punch left him severely injured and unconscious. He survived solely because Alcaeus's Master had ordered him to leave him alive.

"I don't understand why you're letting this guy live," Alcaeus said, frowning. He detested Caster, a wicked and evil being who deserved to die to appease the public's anger.

"It's still a bit useful to recycle trash," the boy, surrounded by butterfly familiars, scratched the back of his head and explained to Alcaeus, "Besides, I never said I was letting him go."

"It's better to kill him sooner," Alcaeus said, carrying Caster towards Li Zihan, like a butcher carrying a pork chop. His posture was so standard it made one suspect Alcaeus had worked in a farmer's market.

Li Zihan signaled Alcaeus to put Caster down. This madman, who had shone brightly in the original work, was trapped by the transmigrator's stakeout plan.

A black enchanted dagger pierced Caster's spine, the collision of metal and bone producing a strange clicking sound. Then, ugly worms burrowed into Caster's body through the wound. These were the current trademark of the Matou Family, specially cultivated Crest Worms. They had many functions: simulating Magic Circuits, modifying Magic Crest properties, eroding the host, and the function they were currently using – mimicking the spinal cord to control the corpse.

"Get up, Caster," the boy clapped, cheering for his newly born "companion."

Caster stiffly rose from the ground, like a zombie crawling out of a grave. His body contorted into various strange poses, one could imagine the Crest Worms struggling to adapt and dominate this body.

Alcaeus looked deeply at his Master and the revived Caster, a cold glint in his eyes. But he said nothing, standing behind his Master like a statue.

"Alcaeus, how much longer can you maintain your sanity?" Li Zihan asked his Servant.

"I can probably hold out until tomorrow morning. If you hope for me to be sane and participate in the battle tomorrow night, you might be disappointed," Alcaeus replied.

"That's enough. The Command Spells' effect lasted much longer than I expected." Li Zihan wiped his dagger on Caster's robe, then sheathed it. "Tomorrow morning, we'll attack the Einzbern Family. Don't kill anyone, but inflict enough damage to leave them with a significant blow."

Li Zihan walked towards Ryunosuke Uryu's corpse, then cut off the hand bearing the Command Spells, stuffed it into the Void Space, and said to Alcaeus, "I will use Command Spells to maintain your sanity."

Do not kill anyone, but leave them with enough damage. This was a self-handicapping order that would make many Heroic Spirits curse. However, for Alcaeus, who was officially recognized as the best in close combat, it was not difficult.

After all, he was a man with 12 lives, a damage reduction skill, and incredibly high stats. Only cheaters could make him falter.

"I understand." Alcaeus's expression changed subtly. He had always wanted to meet the man named "Kiritsugu" and ask him with what feelings he abandoned Illya. If the answer was not to his liking, Alcaeus wouldn't mind leaving him in Illya's memories as a perfect father.

Unfortunately, his Master wanted him to meet Kiritsugu Emiya in the guise of Berserker. Alcaeus felt a bit regretful, but this was enough to collect some interest for Illya. The matter of questioning Kiritsugu Emiya about abandoning Illya could be put aside for now.

"How should the victims be handled?" Alcaeus looked at the victims tied to the pillars, awaiting his Master's orders.

"Have the Matou Family brainwash and hypnotize them, then send them to the Metropolitan Police Department," the boy said without looking up, his mind preoccupied with transplanting the Command Spells and not paying much attention to this.

Thus, Group C officially exited.

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ps: I had classes all day today and no time to polish and split it into two chapters.

I'll just upload it all at once.

As the worst art student in the entire college, I am about to be publicly executed.

The teacher is going to put my painting on a PowerPoint.