Ah, ah.
How truly... pathetic.
Ryuunosuke Uryuu lay sprawled on the grass, a sweet, blissful smile at the corner of his lips, while inwardly sneering.
But this was enough, wasn't it?
He had enjoyed everything he wanted to enjoy, and what he had sought was already within reach.
Ibaraki Douji, the demon ogre?
What an interesting person. It was just a shame he had no way to spend more time with her.
Still... being able to see her suffering before he died felt truly blissful.
That was the pathetic part of him.
But it was about time, wasn't it?
He shifted and raised his right hand before his eyes.
Command Spells.
The Command Spells that could control a Servant.
"Heh heh... Hahahahahaha."
With all his goals about to be fulfilled, a long string of dry, grating laughter spilled from Ryuunosuke Uryuu's throat.
Then, using the last of his strength, he crawled up and stood, swaying as he looked at Ibaraki Douji, who had been pierced through and wore a despairing expression.
"By the authority of my Command Spell."
Bzzz—
The Command Spell on the back of his hand lit up, reflecting in his dim eyes and making them seem to flicker with scarlet madness.
"What!?"
Diarmuid knew Berserker's Master was behind the battlefield, but that man, who looked like a demon, was already on the verge of death. His opponent was only Berserker—Ibaraki Douji.
But now, it seemed—
"Ibaraki Douji—show them the power and bearing of Mount Ooe's Demon King!"
With Ryuunosuke Uryuu's weak yet crazed voice, the first Command Spell vanished.
And along with the disappearance of the Command Spell came—
—BOOM!!!
Flames erupted before Diarmuid.
Together with Gáe Dearg, which Diarmuid had thrust into Ibaraki Douji's body, he was blasted away.
"Urgh—"
Clutching his two spears, Diarmuid crashed