"You worthless fool, use your Noble Phantasm already!"
Perhaps using some kind of voice-transmission magecraft, an impatient voice suddenly rang out from the darkness. "...Prioritize dealing with this troublesome opponent!"
"As you command, my lord."
Though he had been reprimanded by his own Master, Lancer did not get angry. Instead, he immediately tossed aside the short spear in his left hand and began gathering magical energy. Before long, the long spear in his right hand began to emit an ominous, savage gleam.
The cloth strips wrapped around the spear shaft were shredded into countless scraps by the magical energy.
Revealing a crimson shaft as red as blood.
"Why do all the lancers' weapons in Fate look the same... Isn't this way too similar to the big dog's spear?" Looking at the long spear in Lancer's hand, Fang Mo could not help slipping into her memories. "Come to think of it, didn't Cú Chulainn get stabbed to death by his own weapon too? Is this the fate of lancers?"
Yes, that was right. Fang Mo was not just making things up.
If she remembered correctly, the Fifth Holy Grail War actually had several routes. In the Unlimited Blade Works route, Cú Chulainn, as a Lancer-class Servant, was indeed forced by his Master to commit suicide with a Command Spell.
He had pierced his own heart with his long spear.
And, as if fate had a cruel sense of humor, the Fourth Holy Grail War she was currently experiencing had the exact same scenario...
The Lancer before Fang Mo was named Diarmuid Ua Duibhne. He possessed two demonic spears, and of course, the tear mole on his face was one of his abilities as well. It could indiscriminately raise women's favorability toward him—in other words, charm them.
And that thing was the