Before the Final Battle: Everyone (Two-Part Special)

"Archer?"

Upon sensing the presence of her Servant, Fiore, sitting in her wheelchair, turned around and found the materialized Archer standing in the center of the room.

She then keenly noticed that the sarcastic expression that her Servant had always worn on his face had somehow faded away.

"How did the discussion go?" Fiore asked Archer, as if to satisfy her own curiosity.

"It was just a simple conversation with my father and helping a 'foodie' get an extra meal."

"Really... That's wonderful..."

Upon hearing Archer's reply, Fiore nodded, and then an awkward silence fell. Finally, Archer broke the silence—

"Master, are you nervous?"

"... Um."

"Ah, after all, tomorrow is the final battle."

Archer seemed to understand her and let out a sigh.

As Fiore's Servant, Archer is arguably the person who knows his Master best.

The former chieftain's hopes for the clan's revival, the remaining clansmen's dissatisfaction and covetousness for their positions, and the pressure from the impending final battle... After Darnic's death, these burdens weighed down on the young girl before her like a landslide.

"We will win this war no matter what."

Upon seeing the serious expression on Archer's face, Fiore's surprise flashed across her face, quickly transforming into a gentle smile:

"Then I'll leave it to you, Archer."

"Are you back?"

Standing by the window, Shishigou saw Mordred patting her belly with a satisfied expression and instinctively tried to put out her cigarette, but Mordred stopped her.

"Master..."

After noticing Mordred's interested gaze fixed on the cigarette in his hand, Shishigou sighed, took one out, and handed it to him.

"Go ahead, but there's only this one."

"Oh, I've been wanting to try this for a long time!"

Mordred took the cigarette and put it in her mouth like Shishigou did, and then Shishigou lit it for her.

The moment Mordred took a deep drag of his cigarette, he made an expression that looked like he'd just eaten Gawain's mashed potatoes.

"Cough cough, what is this?"

"Haha, it tastes awful, doesn't it?"

Seeing his Servant get humiliated, Shishigou laughed out loud without restraint.

"Master, do you really think this tastes good?"

Mordred glanced disgustedly at the still-burning cigarette in her hand, walked to the window, and threw it out. Seeing his Servant's action, Shishigou also wisely extinguished his cigarette.

"The first time you smoke is definitely terrible, but you'll get used to it."

"Why do we have to get used to this kind of thing?"

"Idiot, I've long forgotten about that."

"That's really bad..."

After a brief silence, Mordred's voice came through Shishigou's ear again.

"Hey, Master, let's make a deal."

"What?"

"How about you quit this stuff after the battle is over tomorrow?"

"That will have to wait until I survive the battlefield..."

"Who do you think I am? Just one victory is all you've got. You'll see!"

Seeing Mordred patting his chest and making such a solemn promise, Shishigou, hidden behind his sunglasses, melted away...

"Oh, there's nothing we can do about it then."

Gordes stood in the workshop filled with water tanks, clenching his teeth tightly.

He was extremely anxious. This was understandable, as he had been left behind in the Millennia Fortress during the previous battle discussions because he needed to maintain the magic supply system.

In other words, in this final battle, besides staying in this dark basement and fighting these chunks of flesh before him, he could offer no other assistance to his Servant.

"Damn it..."

It was only at this moment that Gordes truly realized his own incompetence.

"Have you finally realized that you're holding the team back?"

A harsh, sarcastic remark reached my ears.

It was Tool, the leader of the homunculi personally named by Gordes, who had been working alongside him to maintain the magic supply system. However, for Tool personally, it seemed much more interesting to occasionally poke Gordes in the heart than to maintain such a tedious and boring job.

"You bastard!"

"How..."

"Please don't say that, Miss Tool."

Seeing that the two seemed to be bickering again, Siegfried, standing on the other side, spoke up to mediate, "Master is also working hard for tomorrow's decisive battle."

"Understood, Lord Siegfried."

Compared to Gordes, Tool's attitude towards Siegfried was worlds apart. After all, at that time, besides Homu and his Servant, only Siegfried actively offered help to the Homunculi.

"Master..."

After calming down Tool, Siegfried turned his attention to his Master, but Gordes, still seemingly angry with Tool, remained quite irritable.

What are you doing?

"I will definitely bring you victory in this battle."

"..."

After a brief silence, Gordes waved impatiently at Siegfried:

"That's enough, you're distracting me. Let's go somewhere else."

"Alright, I'll take my leave now."

As Siegfried turned to leave, Gordes took a deep breath and steadied his swaying body.

Although he had accumulated a lot of fatigue over the past few days, Gordes had never been as clear-headed as he was now.

He knew his task was something only he could do.

And if, as Siegfried said, he really wants to achieve victory for himself, then we can't let our guard down; we can only continue to bury ourselves in our work.

However, before that...

"Saber, wait a minute."

"Master?"

Somewhat surprised, Saber stopped and turned to look at her Master.

Looking at the two remaining Command Spell on the back of his hand, Gordes gritted his teeth and uttered words that surprised even Siegfried—

"I... I want to hand over one of my Command Spell to you!"

"Master!"

Rider affectionately jumped onto his Master's back, while a somewhat caught off guard Homu simply collapsed onto the bed.

"Rider, it itches! Let go!"

After struggling for a while, Homu realized he was powerless to resist and could only raise his hands in surrender.

"No way! The battle starts tomorrow, I need to hurry and replenish my Master's energy!"

Oblivious to the situation, Rider continued to hold Homu in his arms, rolling around like he was hugging a pillow.

"..."

After realizing that Homu in her arms seemed to have stopped moving, Rider hurriedly let go of him, only to find that her Master seemed to be thinking about something.

"Master?"

"Tomorrow is the final battle, Rider."

Homu looked up when he heard Rider's voice, his tone hesitant.

If possible, Homu would not want Rider to participate in this battle, because Rider is an important person to him, and if something unexpected happens, Homu is not sure if he will still have the motivation to continue living.

Rider, completely oblivious to all this, patted his chest at Homu and said, "Don't worry, Master, we'll definitely crush those villains who want to destroy the world!"

Seeing Rider like this, Homu, unconsciously infected by the emotions, nodded firmly:

"Yes, Rider is the best!"

Jack the Ripper and Reika continued living the same life as before.

At this time,

Jack the Ripper was sitting next to Reika, who was flipping through a cookbook, looking at the cookbook in Reika's hands with great interest.

"Mom, what is this?"

Jack the Ripper pointed to the pictures in the cookbook and asked Reika a question. The photos clearly showed cabbage, pork, carrots, potatoes, and other ingredients in the dish.

"It's a French soup. It's a France stew."

"Is it different from yesterday's?"

Jack the Ripper remembered the typical France home-style dish he had last night.

Yesterday's meal was also a stew. Ruler, being France, ate it with great enthusiasm because it tasted similar to his hometown.

However, the android in charge of cooking said it was a German stew, which sparked a small argument.

Dishes have different names in different regions. Whether it's German soup or French soup, the only difference is the name; the food itself is not much different.

"Strictly speaking, it's different from yesterday's. The difference should be in the ingredients. The German style probably uses more beef, while the French style uses more pork. That's all I know about the ingredients; I don't know the details. Sorry, Ultraman Jack."

"Mmm, no need to apologize."

Jack the Ripper quickly shook his head, then, seemingly worried that his question had upset his mother, he moved behind Reika and gently hugged Reika.

Reika also covered the back of Jack the Ripper's hand on her body with her own hand.

"Um..."

Feeling his mother's tenderness, Jack the Ripper comfortably closed his eyes.

The battle begins tomorrow.

Since Reika was unable to support Jack the Ripper in the fight, she could only watch as things unfolded.

However, if you ask Fiore, perhaps you can let her and Jack the Ripper share vision... That way, they might be able to determine the right time to use the final Command Spell.

"Mom, I want a hamburger!"

Reika, lost in thought, suddenly heard Jack the Ripper's sweet, affectionate voice. Looking up, she saw Jack the Ripper's innocent and playful face, and a smile appeared on her face as her Reika were interrupted.

"Mom's burgers don't taste as good as Archer's."

"I want to eat what my mom makes."

"Really? Then I'll try my best."

"Can I borrow the kitchen?" Thinking of Archer's obsession with kitchens, Reika's lips unconsciously curved into a smile.

If that doesn't work, then I'll ask Mr. Ming for help...