He was a strategist, so naturally he knew the outcome had long been decided. But stopping his advance just because he knew he would be defeated would be too ridiculous. "Haaah!!!"
With a shout that soared into the sky, the Celtic Longsword came slashing down, its tip aimed straight at Li Zihan.
At that supreme instant of certain victory, a fleeting moment that should have vanished in a flash, time somehow seemed to freeze forever—as though time itself had stopped—
"Tiger, Blaze Brilliantly!" The youth invoked the true name of a Noble Phantasm.
The sharp spear pierced Rider's chest, but this time, no impostor would leap out to block the spearhead for him.
What the hell? A time-stopping Noble Phantasm was just too unfair. As Rider's body gradually dissolved into a rain of light, he thought helplessly that this expedition had failed again.
Still, it had not been without gains. He had met the oldest King, witnessed a mage skilled in laying plans, galloped across the battlefield with his comrades once more, and encountered a very interesting kid.
"This expedition... also made my blood race once again..." Rider's voice echoed through the air.
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P.S.: I wrote faster than I expected today.
Was it because of the pressure? Deep in thought.
Thanks to "Man de Sha" for pointing this out. The Matou Family's magecraft is Domination Magecraft, not butterflies. They are merely a bunch who play with butterflies and bugs. Covers face.
It has been too long, so it is really hard to change. This author will learn from a certain fungus and have a setting for a midnight snack. Burp~
Cleanup Operation
Waver stood alone where he had been set down, remaining utterly motionless. Though he knew he had to move, it felt as if the moment he did,