"Mana Transfer"

"I've been holding it in for so long..."

Irisviel stared in surprise at the man in front of her who was talking to himself.

A smug smile appeared on the slightly upturned corners of Ryunosuke Uryu's mouth.

However, as his gaze shifted, his smug smile froze, replaced by an indescribable sinister and malevolent aura!

His face was stiff and cold, his eyes were gloomy and unruly, as if the whole world had suddenly turned dark because of his expression!

However, a second later, his eyes began to twitch violently. Even his rainbow-colored Mystic Eyes could not conceal the crimson color in his eyes, and tears fell from his eyes without warning!

However, amidst the falling tears, there was no trace of sadness. Instead, he gritted his teeth and laughed even more maniacally and wickedly... That smile was terrifying, especially with the blood all over his body.

At this moment, Ryunosuke truly resembled Demon...

"Finally... finally out."

As Ryunosuke's voice faded, a pair of peculiar "daggers" suddenly appeared in his previously empty hands—no, they shouldn't be called daggers.

Ryunosuke held the "weapon," which was completely different in size, shape, and even design, in his hand.

Laugh--

With a soft sound, the silver threads binding Ryunosuke suddenly snapped neatly and fell to the ground. Irisviel, overwhelmed by the backlash from the broken Magecraft, felt a surge of exhaustion and immediately knelt down.

Under Irisviel's shocked gaze, Ryunosuke walked out casually, stepping on the scattered silver threads.

Seeing Ryunosuke freed from his confinement, Irisviel gritted her teeth and channeled all her magic power into a chant. A light bullet shot towards Ryunosuke the instant it appeared!

Seeing the incoming light bullet, Ryunosuke didn't dodge at all. He simply raised his left hand and made a light swipe in mid-air. Irisviel sensed no magical fluctuations, only a "whoosh" sound.

The energy blast mysteriously vanished into thin air.

"Wow~"

Seemingly taken aback by his own "ability," Ryunosuke let out a soft whistle after his initial shock.

"You bastard..."

Ryunosuke did not respond to Irisviel's pained moans, nor did he even bother to glance at her. On the contrary, Ryunosuke seemed more interested in the scenery around the courtyard than the silver-haired beauty standing by the gate.

Ryunosuke scanned the courtyard with his "Mystic Eyes," even shading his eyes with his hand to look into the distance, but unfortunately, the darkness prevented him from making any interesting discoveries.

After shaking his head in disappointment, Ryunosuke turned his gaze back to Irisviel, who was struggling to get up from the ground, and walked calmly to her.

Who exactly are you?

Irisviel, leaning against the doorframe, asked the approaching Ryunosuke.

Although she didn't know what had happened to this man, Irisviel was certain that he was definitely not the "Ryunosuke Uryu" from before!

"You must be from the Einzbern Family, right? That's a very familiar face!"

Upon hearing Irisviel's question, "Ryunosuke" did not answer. Instead, after scrutinizing her for a moment, he brought up an unrelated topic.

"..."

Seeing Irisviel's wary gaze, "Ryunosuke" shook his head helplessly:

"Since this body belongs to Ryunosuke, then I am naturally Ryunosuke too~ But you should be familiar with my other name, right?"

Amidst Irisviel's bewildered expression, "Ryunosuke" uttered another word:

"--A. venger"

"How is that possible?!"

Upon hearing what "Ryunosuke"—or rather, A. venger—said, Irisviel instinctively denied his statement.

As a homunculus of the Alice family, Irisviel naturally knew that the Servant summoned by the Einzbern Family during the Third Holy Grail War, sixty years ago, was Avenger!

Although family records are unclear, one thing is certain: A. Venger survived only four days in the last Holy Grail War before being defeated.

It is precisely because of this that the Einzbern family recruits "Magus Killer" from outside to fight for the Holy Grail, and it is also because of this that Irisviel meets her husband, Emiya Kiritsugu.

This is just a digression, but what Irisviel finds incredible is why Servant was defeated sixty years ago would appear in the Fourth Holy Grail War. This gave Irisviel a vague sense of unease.

"Alright, madam, could you please come with me?"

However, A. venger had no time to consider Irisviel's thoughts, and scratched his head as he said to her:

"Considering your clan once summoned me, I'll spare your life for now~"

"..."

Irisviel's resolute gaze directly rejected A. venger's proposal.

Regardless of whether A. venger's identity is real or not, I must convey this message to Kiritsugu!

Thinking this, Irisviel began to squeeze out the last bit of magical power from her body, trying to stall for time until Kiritsugu arrived.

Pity--

The sharp pain in her abdomen shattered Irisviel's naive idea.

When?

Before Irisviel could even react, the strange weapon in A. venger's hand had already plunged into her abdomen, and blood gradually stained her pure white coat.

"I went through so much trouble to avoid hitting your death line!"

Suddenly, A. Venger's voice reached her ears, and Irisviel instinctively looked up, her gaze meeting those iridescent pupils:

"Lady of the Holy Grail ~"

The next second,

The exhaustion from the battle and the dizziness from blood loss overwhelmed Irisviel.

Thump--

Irisviel, having lost consciousness, collapsed to the ground.

Why did you have to do this?

Seeing the silver-haired beauty lying on the ground, A. venger removed the weapon stuck in Irisviel's abdomen and scratched his head.

After bending down and hoisting Irisviel onto his shoulder, A. venger prepared to leave.

After taking only a few steps, A. venger's body suddenly seemed to lose its bones, and he collapsed onto the steps, rolling down the stairs. Irisviel, who was on his shoulder, also fell to the side.

"Ah, can't take the strain on your 'eyes' anymore?"

A. Venger, lying on the ground, showed no surprise whatsoever. Instead, he sighed in a matter-of-fact tone:

"The human body is really fragile!"

With a feeble effort, A. venger turned his head and looked at the unconscious Irisviel beside him, his tone filled with regret:

"Well, it's a bit of a shame, but we'll meet again soon, Lady of Holy Grail ~"

After A. Venger finished speaking, his head suddenly tilted to the side. Although he was still breathing, his pupils, which had returned to their normal color, emitted a hollow "deathly aura."

With A. venger falling to the ground and Irisviel losing consciousness, the entire battlefield fell into a brief silence.

But not long after, a series of steady footsteps broke the silence of the battlefield.

A tall man in jet-black monk's robes, exuding an imposing aura. Short hair and a serious demeanor.

--It's Kirei Kotomine.

Kirei Kotomine, stepping onto the battlefield, surveyed the entire battlefield with a cold, indifferent gaze that disregarded all emotions.

Chapter 112: "Replenishing Mana"

"Emiya Kiritsugu has already returned, so what do we do now...?"

Medea looked at Wang Xiaoming beside her with a questioning gaze, only to see him frowning, his eyes filled with gloom and worry.

Medea understood Wang Xiaoming's anxiety at this moment, because she knew what place the two children held in Wang Xiaoming's heart.

If Wang Xiaoming were willing, Medea could even take him away from this battlefield and head straight back to the stronghold.

"No..."

Medea understood Wang Xiaoming, and Wang Xiaoming, in turn, understood Medea's thoughts. He shook his head, rejecting the suggestion Medea hadn't yet made. Wang Xiaoming knew in his heart that at such a crucial moment, any negative emotions would only become a stumbling block for his teammates on the battlefield.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Xiaoming forcibly suppressed his anxiety:

"The current situation doesn't allow us to lose Saber again. Since Emiya has already gone back, let's leave the base to him..."

At this point, Saber had already exhausted most of her magic power in her previous battle with Lancer, and now, facing Gilgamesh was almost at full strength, she only had the ability to barely put up a fight.

If he were to leave with Medea at this moment, the Holy Grail War would be effectively over. How could Medea, who possesses no direct combat ability, possibly defeat Gilgamesh?

The only feasible solution now is...

Defeat Gilgamesh!

With his goal set, Wang Xiaoming's gaze gradually hardened.

Only--

His gaze shifted to Medea beside him. Having also exhausted most of her magic power in the previous battle with Kayneth, her face was now almost transparently pale.

Although Medea can replenish her magical energy using the magic in the air, the fastest way in this situation is probably...

Wang Xiaoming subconsciously glanced at the Command Spell on the back of his hand, which he hadn't used yet.

"Actually, we don't need Command Spell..."

To Wang Xiaoming's surprise, Medea reached out and covered the Command Spell on the back of his hand.

A questioning gaze fell upon Medea before him, but the next second, all the doubt in his eyes turned into shock.

Medea tiptoed slightly and kissed Wang Xiaoming's lips under his incredulous gaze.

What is replenishing magic power?

In this world, there are many ways to replenish magic power, but the best and most efficient one is "fluid exchange".

That is precisely why this kiss was destined to be anything but simple, like that between ordinary lovers.

The moment Medea kissed him, Wang Xiaoming felt his body no longer belong to him. Arms embraced, lips met, tongues mingled.

Everything was so natural, as if this was how it was meant to be between the two of them.

Although it was somewhat slow, Medea could clearly feel the magic power within her body constantly increasing. It was precisely because of this that Medea was able to suppress her shyness. Perhaps Medea herself did not even realize that another emotion, hidden beneath her shyness, was making her feel elated.

If we ignore the clanging sounds coming from afar...

Perhaps thinking of the same thing, their lips parted, leaving only a shameful silver thread that stretched out...

"Command Spell are a valuable resource; let's save them for when we need them!"

Medea, having pulled her hood back up to hide her blushing cheeks, left these words and then reappeared on the battlefield in a flash.

Looking at that purple figure on the battlefield, a certain belief in Wang Xiaoming's heart gradually became firm.

"Saber, as the King queen, this level of skill is far from sufficient!"

The golden-haired Heroic Spirit watched with amusement as Saber struggled to defend against his Noble Phantasm, mocking her in a wicked tone.

Damn it!

After deflecting another Noble Phantasm aimed at him with his Holy Sword, he gritted his teeth inwardly.

I had initially imagined that the winner of the battle between Archer and Rider would suffer considerable losses, but now it seems that my thinking was far too naive.

Archer, standing in the distance, showed no trace of the battle's aftermath.

"Saber..."

The sudden sound of Medea's voice startled Saber, causing the incoming Noble Phantasm to breach her defenses and hurtle towards her face!

However, relying on her innate intuition, Saber suddenly leaned back and barely dodged the Noble Phantasm with a swift, almost swerving attack. The Noble Phantasm passed over Saber's head, but the airflow created by the Noble Phantasm tearing through the air almost touched the wisp of hair sticking up on the King of Knights' forehead.

"You actually--!"

Enraged, Saber was about to berate Archer, but Medea stopped her. Medea briefly explained what had happened to Saber.