A Person in Type-Moon, Now Offline

"Well, that gentleman is a warrior who's worth a thousand men. You won't find anyone in all of Macedon who can fight better than him," Rider praised his teacher without reservation. "Even warriors like Lancer, Saber, and Berserker couldn't be better at combat than Mr. Aristotle."

Waver felt like the world had gone mad. Aristotle was a better fighter than the demigod Berserker!!!

"History books say Aristotle was a frail old man?" Waver asked, his face contorted in a grimace. "Looking at it this way, the so-called history books have no reference value at all; they're completely misleading."

"That's true. I should have doubted the credibility of recorded history when I saw that you couldn't even reach the footboard of the Persian throne," Waver muttered. "Time has obscured too many facts."

"No, some things are true," Rider said, patting Waver's shoulder. "This King really couldn't reach Darius's throne's footboard."

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"Darius III was much more imposing than me. I was just a dwarf in front of him," Rider scratched his head, feeling a rare sense of shame. He then said something that shocked Waver again: "That man was truly mighty and powerful. He was half a meter taller than Berserker."

If he remembered correctly, Berserker was over 2.5 meters tall. Waver recalled Berserker's stature from his memories. Thinking about it now...

"Darius is 3 meters tall!!!" Waver was dumbfounded, no, dumbfounded like a dog.

"Alright! The most important thing now is to attend your classmate's party invitation, not to ponder issues like height. Even if it's a mountain of knives and a sea of fire inside, we won't fear it! When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it!" Rider laughed heartily, and thunder rumbled in the sky.

"Let's go! My little Master."

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ps: In Fate/Apocrypha, Darnic, who was guaranteed to die when fighting Servants, was an Archmage.

Kirei Kotomine, who could beat Assassin, was a Red Mage.

Old Man Worm, who was on par with top-tier Heroic Spirits, even killing one, was a Black Mage.

The Chaldea Master, who saved humanity, could trade blows with Old Man Li and fight numerous Heroic Spirits, was a White Mage.

I'm starting to think that the weaker the combat power at the Clock Tower, the higher the rank.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Dinner Party

Everyone had fled, leaving only the empty mansion of the Matou Family.

When Li Zihan proposed holding a party at the Matou Family residence, Old Worm decisively took his entire family and left.

"Heroic Spirits are heroes who left their mark on history, like the sun, which shines on everyone. But I, an old worm born in darkness, would only be roasted into charcoal by the sun's heat," the old monster left with self-deprecating humor, taking his nominal sons and grandsons to make space for the gathering.

The Matou Family's courtyard was quite beautiful and tranquil, appearing very elegant. Although it was already winter, broad-leaved plants and lush grass grew here, defying the season. From within the greenery, the chirping of crickets and cicadas could occasionally be heard. It was like an elven kingdom from a fairy tale.

However, Saber did not think so. This land exuded a sense of extreme discomfort for her at all times.

"The aura here is very strange," Saber frowned, her intuition telling her that countless resentments were hidden beneath this mana-rich spiritual land. "Kiritsugu Emiya, there's something wrong here."

The man, dressed in a black trench coat, merely glanced at Saber and did not reply. His brow was tightly furrowed as he carefully observed every detail of the courtyard.

It would be abnormal for a Mage's residence not to be strange. This was the meticulously chosen venue by their "ally," his home turf, and potentially a magecraft workshop or even a temple of extremely high caliber.

Kiritsugu Emiya cautiously searched for traces of magecraft. This was a good opportunity to analyze his "ally's" information on his home ground.

This was a rare opportunity. The "ally" would not make a move when so many Heroic Spirits were gathered in one place, so he could openly analyze some characteristics of the magic used by the target based on the mana in this courtyard. If he didn't gather some information now, he wouldn't have another chance.

Information was crucial because it could save lives at critical moments.

The result was very disappointing for Kiritsugu Emiya. The defensive magecraft here had been completely dismantled, making it impossible to discern anything.