Master vs. Servant (2)

Shishigou scrutinized Lily with a suspicious look.

It's understandable that he was being blamed; what Lily said was truly shocking. If Reinforcement Magecraft could really achieve this level of power, it would cause a major upheaval to the Magecraft system that had been maintained for hundreds of years.

However, Lily didn't seem to care much about Shishigou's question, "My Magecraft is only used to enhance Master's physical attributes; it doesn't offer much help in combat."

"... is that so."

After hearing Lily's explanation, Shishigou secretly breathed a sigh of relief; at least his concept of Magecraft hadn't been completely overturned.

But then I thought about it again--

If we take into account the difference in physical abilities between humans and Heroic Spirit, then would Kadoya still be able to suppress Rider in terms of combat skills?

"..."

As expected, this guy is still a monster after all!

Shishigou silently categorized Wang Xiaoming as "not to be trifled with" in his mind, then looked up at Lily:

"Since you can handle Rider, then there's no need for us to linger here."

"That's right!"

Saber immediately responded to Shishigou's words.

"Well then, Saber, good luck!"

Watching Shishigou and Saber drive away in that "barely-living" sports car, Lily's gaze returned to the battlefield.

On the battlefield at this moment--

"Rider, is this your limit?"

Looking at Rider, whose forehead was already glistening with sweat, Wang Xiaoming asked in a teasing tone.

Given the current uncertain situation, Wang Xiaoming has no plans to unleash his Spirit Origin yet; after all, the later you reveal your trump cards, the better.

However, Wang Xiaoming really didn't expect that he could suppress the opponent's Servant in this way. It can only be said that the [Black] side's Rider is really not good at fighting.

"Stop talking big, you haven't killed me yet!"

Upon hearing Wang Xiaoming's teasing, Rider, not to be outdone, raised his gun and stabbed at the man in front of him.

Unfortunately, they returned empty-handed.

The opponent seemed to know his next attack pattern better than Rider himself.

Faced with the opponent's meticulous attacks and agile dodges, Rider immediately felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down on him.

Astolfo's skill with the lance is far from lacking. In fact, due to his frequent mounted duels, he is far superior to most knights.

Even so, Rider still felt powerless in front of Wang Xiaoming.

Although the man opposite him had only picked up a spear casually, he still made the most of its characteristics.

-- Swing, chop, stab, flick.

Each strike was imbued with chilling killing intent, and there was absolutely no opening.

He's even stronger than he thought; what an amazing guy.

So, in response, should one attack or defend?

None of these are appropriate.

Even with a full-force attack, the pressure he can exert on his opponent is very limited, and he might even expose his weaknesses excessively; but if he only defends, he will also be defeated in no time.

Rider parried Wang Xiaoming's spear again with his weapon, and feeling his hands begin to tremble slightly, he knew something was wrong.

--Oh no, this could be fatal.

Perhaps it was his intuition as Heroic Spirit, or as a knight, but he had a premonition that he would be killed by his opponent in the upcoming battle.

Despite this premonition that might become a reality, Rider remained unfazed. He gripped the lance he had once pilfered from the knight Argalia and once again challenged Wang Xiaoming to a desperate gamble.

In the Millennia Fortress, the Master of the [Black] faction, gathered between the thrones, are observing the entire battlefield through familiars or Magecraft Projection.

Perhaps it was to give instructions to the Servant at any time, or perhaps there was nothing left to say, so they could only hold their breath and watch the battle unfold.

However, no Master was willing to go to the battlefield with their Servant. Entering the battlefield alone meant certain death, a fact that all the Master of the [Black] faction understood the moment the battle began.

Therefore, they could only huddle inside the fortified town.

But at this moment, the Master of the [Black] faction all focused their gazes on the same battlefield—

That's a scene of the [Red] Caster's Master battling against their own Rider.

"How is that possible?"

The first to exclaim in surprise was Celenike Escor Yggdmillennia, Rider's Master. She couldn't believe that her Servant had been so easily suppressed by a mere unknown Magecraft.

"Calm down!"

Darnic frowned, stopping Celenike's impending outburst, and turned to the android beside him to ask:

"Do you have any information about the [Red] Caster Master?"

"Unable to query."

"Is that so? It seems to be those Executor from the church. Is it the Burial Agency?"

Lost in thought, Darnic was completely unaware that he was straying far from the truth.

"But there's no need to worry about it!"

Darnic waved his hand and said, "We have the numerical advantage. Roche, notify Caster to release Berserker to aid Rider!"

"I'm sorry, Master."

At that moment, an apologetic and anxious voice suddenly interrupted Darnic's speech.

It is Caules, the next head of the Yggdmillennia Clan, Fiore's younger brother.

"Please take a look at this!"

Caules anxiously pointed to the Projection in front of him. Everyone looked over and saw a battlefield displayed on the Projection, where a young man in black with white hair was fighting against Caules's Servant, [Black] Berserker.

Darnic recognized the person in the Projection.

[Shirou Kotomine], the overseer sent by the Holy Church in this Great Holy Grail War, is also one of the Master of the Red Faction.

Upon seeing this, a moment of silence fell between the thrones. After exchanging bewildered glances, one of the Master spoke first, in an incredulous tone:

Are all the Master of the Red Faction monsters?

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Chapter 230. Master VS Servant (Part 2)

Berserker, the protagonist of [Dark], runs alone in a forest far from the front lines.

Her initial orders were to find Servant the opposing Red Faction, but her Master had already informed her telepathically that the Astolfo seemed to be in trouble.

However, just as Berserker was about to rush to provide support, a figure flashed past and rushed into the forest, only to appear before him not Servant—

"Ah, it seems my opponent is you, [Black] Berserker —Frankenstein."

A white-haired boy dressed in black emerged from behind the tree and gave Berserker a hearty smile.

"Waaaaah... waaaah."

Berserker raised his warhammer, his eyes scanning his opponent warily.

Since no magical energy fluctuations Servant him could be detected, the possibility that he was a Servant was ruled out.

--So, this young man must be the Master of the Red Faction.

While it was somewhat strange that the Red Faction's Master would be here, what Berserker found even more intriguing was that he had casually revealed his true name.

The Berserker in [The Dark Side] is Frankenstein.

Frankenstein is practically synonymous with an artificial human, a monster that has appeared repeatedly in Hollywood films. Yet, none of them have portrayed Frankenstein as a woman.

Therefore, neither Berserker nor her Master is worried that the other party should be unable to determine their identity from their appearance.

But if that's the case, how did he know his real name?

First, we can rule out the possibility that he met himself in his previous life. Very few people lived in the same era as Frankenstein and became Heroic Spirit, and even if he did exist, he probably never met himself.

So, currently only the Master Servant the Red Faction know their true names. Could it be that the information was leaked from them?

"Despite being a Berserker, he retains a certain degree of advanced thought processes. Truly worthy of being Heroic Spirit of the modern era."

The young man smiled broadly and extended his hand to Berserker, saying:

"Let me introduce myself. I am Shirou Kotomine, the Master of the Red Faction, and also the supervisor of this Holy Grail War. So, would you be willing to replace Spartacus and come to our side? I guarantee you'll be treated quite well."

"Waaah!"

Berserker swung his warhammer at the outstretched hand.

"Is that so? That's a real shame."

The young man, receiving a clear rejection, smiled wryly and took a half-step back. But as he slowly lowered his hands, he suddenly gripped the handle of some kind of weapon between two of his fingers.

With Berserker's limited knowledge of Magecraft, he simply couldn't identify what kind of weapon it was.

"If you're planning to come here, please let me know anytime."

As the young man uttered these words with a smile, he brandished his "weapon."

"Woo!"

Berserker leaped backward, swinging his warhammer in defense.

After three metallic sounds echoed, the silver sword fell to the ground.

That's the "Black Keys," Conceptual Weapon used by the Church's Executor. Although it's basic equipment, it's quite difficult to use. Users are either die-hard fans of the Black Keys weapon or true masters of its power.

The male priest before them was clearly the latter; with a slight smile still lingering on his lips, he possessed the ability to fight against a Servant.

But that's all there is to it.

No matter what tactics are devised, humanity will never be able to defeat the Servant.

Moreover, the opposing Master has already appeared before me as an enemy. Regardless of whether there's a trap involved, the situation shouldn't escalate any further.

Having made up his mind, Berserker suddenly charged forward.

At that moment, Shirou swung his hand and threw four more Black Keys. For a human, this was quite a bit of skill, but there was no need to dodge the Black Keys that were thrown without any technique.

Berserker charged forward, wielding his warhammer, to destroy the obstacle in his path. They were about two meters apart; one more step and he could smash the white-haired man in front of him into mincemeat.

"--That's amazing."

But the man who called himself Shirou still wore a faint smile, which made her uncomfortable.

"Set"

Berserker sensed the flow of magic within Shirou's body.

"Woo!"

Sensing the approaching danger, Berserke slowed down and spun around, unleashing [Maiden's Chastity]. The Black Keys, which should have been knocked down, now spun towards her neck.

It appears that the hilt of the Black Keys was pre-programmed with a tracking technique.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shirou threw the three Black Keys in his right hand. Berserker was forced to change his current posture to deal with the attack from behind.

Clang—the clash of the warhammer and the Black Keys once again ignited sparks.

Berserke, who had expected to easily release the Black Keys again, was surprised to find that she was receiving an unbearable impact from the Warhammer.

Let alone maintaining his current posture, the Berserker, who was already unsteady on his feet, was sent flying by the Black Keys.