The Clash of Sword and Spear

"There was no problem." The young man said this, then sighed. "Do whatever you want with him. You could even drown him in a toilet. He'd done so many immoral things that we mortals had no right to forgive him. We could only ask the Lord to forgive him."

"What did that mean?" Alcaeus did not understand the latter half of Li Zihan's words. The knowledge granted by the Holy Grail certainly did not include the famous saying of a future Ursus leader, but he thought drowning that glittering golden guy in a toilet was a fine idea.

"Of course, it meant sending him to see God! Forgiving him was God's job. Our job was to send him to see God." The young man shrugged, making a joke that people of this era would never understand.

After repeatedly considering the meaning of those words, Alcaeus laughed. "Send him to see God? No, send him to hell."

"As you wish. A pleasant transaction between us."

"A pleasant transaction."

Suddenly, a massive amount of mana was released in the distance, stimulating the senses of every magus. A Servant had completely unleashed his presence, declaring his existence to every Master and Servant.

"Are we going to join the battle next? Someone is provoking all the Servants." Alcaeus spoke calmly. "Do you want me to kill him?"

His tone made it sound as though he were about to crush an ant, rather than fight one or even several Heroic Spirits to the death.

"No need. We have something more important to do." Li Zihan shrugged. "Tonight, we'll kill Caster first. My mana reserves can't compare to your future Master's. You don't want to lose power after firing off just a few Noble Phantasms, do you? We need a mobile Mana Reactor Core."

"Then we'll deal with Caster first." Alcaeus was exceptionally enthusiastic about anything that could increase his chances of beating Gilgamesh senseless.

Just then, a ringtone sounded from Li Zihan's pocket. He took out his phone and glanced at it. The caller was Tsuruno Matou.

"We found Caster's trail." The person on the other end sounded somewhat excited, but also slightly terrified. Intervening in a battlefield between magi and Heroic Spirits was far too thrilling for him, a puppet head of the Matou Family who had at most handled household affairs.

"Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives. We should get going." Li Zihan yawned. "If we finish quickly, we can still catch up on some sleep."

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P.S.: Here's the second update.

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The Clash of Sword and Spear

The outskirts of Fuyuki's port district, Warehouse Street.

Moonlight streamed down upon the streets beneath the night sky. Though its brightness was far inferior to that star at the center of the solar system, it was enough to illuminate the path for people traveling at night and guide them home.

This street was actually quite remote. The nearby park and industrial district cut it off from inhabited areas. Vast numbers of shipping containers and unmanned cranes stood like building blocks in designated zones, blocking people's way. In addition, magi's bounded fields urged ordinary people to leave at once. All of this completely divided the city center and this warehouse district into two separate worlds.

Someone had chosen this place as a battlefield. Tonight, the moonlight was like frost, cold and desolate, as though foreshadowing that what came next would be anything but peaceful.

A rare handsome man stood bathed in moonlight, his long hair gathered behind his head, with a wisp of flowing bangs making him appear even more striking. Yet what drew even more attention were the spear taller than a man and the short spear only one-third its length in his hands. From hilt to blade, both weapons were wrapped in cloth resembling talismans, concealing their true forms and making it difficult for others to determine the Lancer's true identity from the appearance of his Noble Phantasms.

Lancer, one of the Three Knight Classes, once again issued an invitation to every Servant in this Holy Grail War, calling for them to decide victory and defeat upon this land.

The first to answer him was Saber, also one of the Three Knight Classes. She possessed a dignified bearing, a slender frame, and fair skin. At first glance, she looked like a pretty young girl with a heroic air, but the pressure radiating from her body and her azure eyes brimming with fighting spirit were enough to make anyone cast aside any thought of underestimating her.

"Such sharp fighting spirit... I believe you are Saber. Am I correct?" The man of the Lancer class smiled as he voiced his guess to his opponent.

"Yes. You are Lancer, correct?" Saber did not conceal her class. In truth, there was no need to lie about something that would be obvious the moment they clashed.

"Indeed... Ha, I never expected that before a battle to the death, we could introduce ourselves to one another so normally. But I suppose it cannot be helped." Lancer sighed like this, yet judging by the way he held his spears, he could enter combat at any moment, easily responding whether he needed to attack or defend.