Agamemnon and Pa-- (Continued)

[So... can I take advantage of the fact that those two are both weakened...?]

The moment the idea appeared, it took root in Agamemnon's mind and, as if nourished by nutrients, began to sprout and grow wildly.

Battles between gods are often protracted, and even those two who have been demoted to Servant are probably no exception.

I can also use this time to take care of the other Servant first.

Towards the end of the Holy Grail War, facing a weakened Enkidu or Ishtar, I, possessing my Noble Phantasm, might very well have a fighting chance.

--[Shadow of Troy], a powerful Noble Phantasm capable of summoning subordinates who participated in that epic war alongside oneself.

This is also the source of Agamemnon's confidence in participating in this Holy Grail War!

However, compared to things that are more distant, it's better to focus on the present.

At this point, they already knew information about two Servant: Enkidu and Ishtar... oh, no, and Cassandra, the princess of Troy.

However, since I've already dealt with the Master, that poor princess is probably out of the picture now.

So, all I need to do now is patiently wait for the other Servant to slip up.

"Um?!"

As Agamemnon was deep in thought, he suddenly felt a chilling killing intent coming from behind him, aimed straight at the back of his head.

Clang!

With a sharp crack, an arrow spun and landed at Agamemnon's feet.

"This thing..."

Fully armed, Agamemnon frowned as he looked at the weapon that had attacked him at his feet.

This somewhat familiar feeling reminded him of the night before, when a similar arrow had blocked his attack as he was preparing to kill Cassandra.

Could it be that Archer attacked him?

No, Agamemnon, who already knew Archer's real name, immediately rejected the idea. He was quite certain that the arrogant goddess of Venus would never make her entrance in this way.

That means...

Agamemnon's expression darkened as he considered the other possibility.

--If it wasn't Ishtar who fired that arrow, then it means there was at least one other Servant present the night before.

However, now is not the time to dwell on this. Since we are still within the enemy's attack range, getting out of the battlefield is the top priority.

Agamemnon subconsciously glanced around and realized that he was not far from the stronghold that Fevre had previously established. If he could get back to the stronghold, he would have a chance to fight back.

Tofairow's Magecraft mindset dictates that their chosen base is a no-man's-land, where they can at least act freely.

"Master..."

Agamemnon shifted his gaze to his Master, hoping that Fyvor would use Command Spell to allow him to take him away from the battlefield.

But when he saw Fevre's current state, his heart suddenly sank.

At this moment, Favor was tightly covering his throat with both hands, but blood kept gushing out from between his fingers.

Damn it! Was that arrow I just fired just to distract him?!

Upon seeing the arrow piercing Fevre's throat, Agamemnon instantly understood his opponent's intentions. But how had this second hidden arrow managed to escape his notice?

In other words, the person who was able to assassinate their Master so silently must be none other than Assassin!

--We absolutely cannot linger in battle!

Having made his decision, Agamemnon no longer cared about his Master's life or death. With a sudden swing of his halberd, Fevre's left hand, engraved with Command Spell, fell directly to the ground.

Ignoring Fevre's incredulous gaze and his whimpering cries of pain, he picked up Agamemnon in his left hand and prepared to transform into a spirit and leave the battlefield.

"Trying to leave?"

Seeing Agamemnon about to turn into spirit particles, Assassin in the shadows snorted coldly. Immediately afterwards, several arrows imbued with magical power landed around the Servant was trying to flee, causing an explosion.

The explosion caused by magic wasn't particularly powerful, but it was enough to disrupt the magic in the nearby source.

Agamemnon, who was not particularly skilled at manipulating magic, could only awkwardly reappear in his form.

Realizing he had no other means of escape, Agamemnon decisively threw down his halberd and raised the Command Spell he had taken from his Master above his head.

I surrender!

Agamemnon knew perfectly well that his goal was always the Holy Grail, which only the victor deserved. Therefore, the process of victory was not important; whoever his partner was, as long as he could survive, there was always hope of winning!

Moreover, Agamemnon believed that the Assassin's Master would not refuse a powerful Servant joining his side.

However, an idea is just an idea.

An arrow, seemingly shot from nowhere, grazed Agamemnon's scalp and pinned the one inscribed with the Command Spell Seals to the ground.

This attack clearly represents the other side's response.

"Really..."

Agamemnon felt a sense of powerlessness towards this elusive and unyielding individual lurking in the shadows. He suddenly had a premonition that the other party had never intended to cooperate from the beginning; the murderous intent he had displayed earlier wasn't due to the antagonism arising from the Holy Grail War, but rather more like the meeting of mortal enemies...

Just like myself and Cassandra...

--etc?!

Agamemnon's pupils constricted sharply, his gaze fixed on the arrow that had just landed on the ground. Its familiar shape seemed like a key, dredging up deep-seated memories from his mind—

During that long ten-year battle, besides Hector, who was like a god of war, the other person who impressed him the most was the guy who, after Hector's death, sniped his own god of war with an arrow and once again wiped out the advantage of the Greece coalition!

"You are, Pa--?!"

Before Agamemnon could even utter the name, he was interrupted by a cold voice—

"[--A Shining Arrow of the Final Heaven (TroiaVelos)!]"

Ultimately, the name that hadn't yet been uttered was buried in an even more violent explosion!

(Of course, I also really hate Type-Moon's whitewashing tactics.)

Character cards and updates will be posted tomorrow.

Character Card: Paris

Real name: Paris

Class: Assassin

Source: Trojan War

Region: Greece

Gender: Male

Faction: Neutral/Moderate

A prince who brought about the destruction of his country because of his own choices.

[Ability Parameters]

Strength: C Durability: C+

Agility: B+ Magic: B+

Luck: A Noble Phantasm: A

[Job Skills]:

Presence Concealment (B): Due to the merit of assassinating a great hero on the battlefield, he was granted basic Presence Concealment ability, and due to class bonus, the skill level is increased by one.

[Inherent Skill]

Favor of a Male God (A): When the environment is [daytime], all stats except Luck and class skills increase by one level.

This skill, bestowed with Apollo's favor and almost identical to the goddess's, is nearly a curse. However, since it summons a youthful form this time, the curse seems to be weakening?

[Noble Phantasm]

"Shining Arrow of the Final Heaven" (Troía Vélos)

Class: A

Type: Anti-Unit Noble Phantasm

Effective range: 1~10

Maximum capture: 1 person

A powerful arrow released with the help of the sun god Apollo.

It can overcome any obstacle and will always hit the enemy's vitals.

The weakness lies in the infamous hero-slayer. Not only Achilles, but if one knew the weakness, one might even be able to defeat Siegfried after his dragon blood was enhanced.

However, this requires knowing the enemy's weaknesses and will be affected by the opponent's agility, luck, and magic level.

"The Golden Apple of Discord" (Dystychía Míla)

Rank: EX Type: Anti-Unit Noble Phantasm

Effective range: 0 Maximum capture: 1 person

Class: EX

Type: Anti-Unit Noble Phantasm

Valid range: 0

Maximum capture: 1 person

An unfortunate apple.

An apple that embodies the power of the gods, yet brings strife.

This apple, which was meant to be given to the most beautiful goddess, sparked the Trojan War.

Although apples themselves are not destructive, they can eventually cause enormous damage indiscriminately, making them a very troublesome item.

Luck or mental fortitude are very important in order to resist its effects.

[Personal Profile]

Paris was the son of Priam, the king of Troy. At his birth, a prophet foretold that "the child to be born will bring destruction to Troy," so he was abandoned on the Mount Ida.

However, a mother bear later adopted him and raised him as her own. Eventually, a shepherd found Paris, took him in, and raised him. He grew up healthy and strong, showing extraordinary courage and strength from a young age, as if he had inherited the ferocity from his adoptive mother's milk.

After growing into an undeniably beautiful young man, Paris was one day asked by the goddesses Athena, Aphrodite, and Hera to judge who was the most beautiful of the three.

Hera promised him the throne and wealth, Athena promised him victory and beauty, and Aphrodite promised Paris the love of Helen, the most beautiful woman in Greece. So Paris chose Aphrodite.

Afterwards, Paris returned to Troy and enjoyed a period of peace. However, in order to reclaim his aunt Hesione from Greece, Paris went to mainland Greece at his father's behest, where he met Helen. He and Helen quickly fell in love and, without hesitation, eloped in a way that would be remembered for all time.

This also marked the beginning of the Trojan War.

The war began, and thanks to his brother Hector, Troy held out for nine years. However, the situation gradually turned against Troy due to the presence of the hero Achilles, and his brother eventually died at the hands of the enemy.

Paris, however, with the favor of the sun god, shot Achilles in the ankle with a hidden arrow, causing Achilles' eventual death.

Even so, the Troy, having lost Hector, also lost their greatest advantage, and their collapse accelerated.

Ultimately, in the tenth year of the war, Troy's entire city-state was destroyed because of a Trojan horse.

If I could go back to that childhood party, to whom should I give the Golden Apple?

This is a question that Paris occasionally thinks about after he becomes an adult.

The above version was an idea I had before, but I apologize for the delay in updating it.

The main text will be updated tonight~

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