Saber Rushed Forward Again and Again

The greed stirred by the Holy Grail has driven countless ambitious opportunists and speculators to Fuyuki City in search of treasure.

Meanwhile, the counter-intelligence departments of the Flame Kingdom are poised for a massive harvest; after all, how could the Flame Kingdom fail to anticipate what those other factions have already figured out?

In fact, several departments from the Flame Kingdom have already established a presence in Fuyuki City with the cooperation of the Yingzhou authorities, preparing to snatch up those infiltrators one by one.

As for the Holy Grail, the Flame Kingdom has indeed dispatched personnel to search for it, though the effort is minimal. They are well aware of the situation in Fuyuki City: there is no supernatural power here, let alone a so-called Holy Grail.

Sending personnel to search is merely a matter of trying their luck to see if any relevant clues might turn up.

Of course, if a Holy Grail were to truly exist, that would be a different matter entirely.

Within the Light Screen, the scene shifts from the Rider pair back to the harbor.

Saber speaks: "I have more or less grasped the nature of your Noble Phantasm. Before that spear of yours, are things shaped by mana rendered ineffective?"

Diarmuid pauses slightly at these words, then smiles nonchalantly: "I see. What keen intuition and observation! To have discerned the ability of my Noble Phantasm after such a brief exchange? So, you intend to use your true power to decide the outcome with me now, my lady?"

"It is indeed time to settle this." As Saber speaks, she inadvertently glances at the short spear Diarmuid had previously discarded at his feet. After their exchange, they have unknowingly returned to their original positions.

No one would believe that this was not a deliberate arrangement by Diarmuid.

However, Saber seems unconcerned, feigning complete ignorance.

In this moment, she shifts her stance, gripping the invisible blade with both hands at her right hip. She releases the concealment of the Wind King's Barrier; gales roar and mana surges as the Holy Sword manifests within the mana storm, shining brilliantly in the night.

Simultaneously, the narrator's voice resonates.

[Saber has utilized her other skill, A-rank Mana Burst. This is the instantaneous release of a massive amount of mana to reinforce one's weapon and body, reaching specifications far beyond the norm. A-rank Mana Burst is of an extremely high level; even a mere short stick, when reinforced by this level of mana, would possess immense power.]

The moment the narration concludes, Saber suddenly charges forward at a speed far exceeding her previous efforts, lunging at Diarmuid with unstoppable momentum. The Holy Sword gathers terrifying mana in that instant, poised to erupt.

At this moment, Diarmuid grins with a Crooked Mouth Dragon King smile. The footage slows down, every action decelerating so the audience can clearly see every detail.

Simultaneously, Diarmuid's inner thoughts echo: You have miscalculated, Saber. One does not necessarily have only one Noble Phantasm!

At the same time, he suddenly hooks his left foot, lifting the short spear from the ground. In that instant, the cloth strips used for concealment on the short spear decompose under the surge of mana, revealing the weapon's true appearance.

It is a short spear made entirely of yellow metal, crafted from an unknown material, adorned with complex engravings and patterns—an object that leans more toward being a work of art than a practical weapon.

However, no one has time to critique it, as the tense situation of the decisive battle has everyone on edge. Countless nervous and expectant eyes are glued to the Light Screen, not daring to blink for fear of missing a single frame.

Under the slow-motion effect, people can clearly see every detail of Diarmuid and Saber, and the flying sand and stones around them are crystal clear, giving the footage a dreamlike quality.

It must be said that Saber is truly beautiful and Diarmuid is truly handsome; they are a standard, top-tier pairing of a beautiful woman and a handsome man, with their attractiveness maxed out. Watching such people fight is a feast for the eyes.

Then, in the slow motion, Diarmuid catches his yellow short spear with his left hand, achieving a stance with the red long spear in his right hand and the yellow short spear in his left.

In that instant, Saber strikes, her Holy Sword slashing directly toward him.

Also in that instant, Diarmuid takes advantage of the momentum to swing the yellow short spear horizontally toward the oncoming Saber.

If Saber were to continue her charge, she would collide directly with the yellow short spear.

Thus, Saber is forced to dodge at this critical moment, causing her slashing motion to lag by a beat. Diarmuid uses the red long spear in his right hand to parry, diverting the terrifying slash of the Holy Sword to the side, while the yellow short spear simultaneously thrusts toward Saber's sword-wielding left hand.

Boom!

The slash empowered by Mana Burst erupts the moment it is swung, forming a golden torrent of impact that blasts the ground beside Diarmuid, sending sand and stone flying into the sky.

But Diarmuid suffers no damage; instead, Saber's left hand is slashed in that instant. As the strike concludes, she quickly disengages from Diarmuid and leaps to a safe area.

On her right hand, a wound is clearly visible. Although there is armor on her arm, preventing a deep injury, bright red blood still flows from the cut.

Irisviel's heart tightens at the sight, just like every viewer in the real world who cares for Saber; at this moment, she is deeply distressed.

However, while the viewers in the real world can only watch, Irisviel can help Saber. She immediately cries out, "Saber, let me heal you!" and clenches her hands together. A faint green light radiates from her body—clearly a healing spell.

At the same time, on Diarmuid's side, a bleeding wound is revealed on his left arm, which subsequently emits a green light and is healed in an instant.

His Master's duck-like voice rings out: "Well done, Diarmuid. Now, finish off Saber!"

Diarmuid smiles and says: "Thank you for your assistance, my Lord. I shall surely secure victory for you!"

Saber, seeing that the wound on her hand has not healed, turns to look at Irisviel, whose expression has become fearful and conflicted. After a moment of thought, she asks: "Irisviel, is the healing magic ineffective?"

Irisviel: "Y-yes, it's no use. I have already used it; it should have been healed by now..."

Saber: "I see..." She turns her gaze to Diarmuid. "Then, it must be the reason for your Noble Phantasm!"

Diarmuid smiles, holding his spears in both hands, the red long spear resting stylishly on his shoulder: "You are clever to have discerned that items of mana are suppressed when facing Gae Dearg. But to assume you have grasped the entire situation and launched a decisive charge at me—that was your rashness."

"Even with armor, you cannot defend against Gae Buidhe!"

As he speaks, he raises the yellow short spear in his left hand with the smug look of a victor, as if the laws of victory were already in his grasp.

Saber, upon hearing this, calmly looks at her bleeding wrist before looking back at Diarmuid: "I see. Is it the cursed spear said to make wounds impossible to heal once pierced?"

"The red spear that severs mana, the yellow spear of curses, the tear-shaped mole under the eye that charms maidens, and the fact that you use your spears with the technique of a sword. I have already deduced your identity—the strongest knight of the Fianna Knights, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, who bears the title of 'The Face of Brilliance'."

"It seems I should feel honored. I did not expect to cross blades with you."

In the real world, countless people feel bewildered. Although what Saber said sounds impressive, very few people actually know who this Diarmuid is.

However, with search engines and self-proclaimed experts, many people find the answer on the spot.

Undoubtedly, the fastest to react were the official agencies of various nations. Having long prepared professional teams, they not only identified Diarmuid immediately but also compiled everything from his life story and personality analysis to his legendary heritage, effectively dissecting him from both historical and mythological perspectives.

Of course, while laymen watch for the spectacle, experts look for the technique. Although many learned Lancer's true identity, more were focused on the injured Saber.

Within the Supernatural Disaster Countermeasures Office, many felt Saber had been too reckless. Launching a fierce assault without fully grasping the enemy's capabilities had resulted in her own injury without achieving the intended results—a loss so great it was practically bottomless.

It was only because Artoria was present that everyone refrained from complaining, save for the blunt Illya, who couldn't help but remark, "Isn't that King Arthur sister a bit too impulsive? Why would she attack so suddenly? It feels just like those magical girls in anime who act on impulse without considering the consequences..."

This critique hit the nail on the head, causing many on the scene to stifle a laugh.

However, Artoria did not get angry. Instead, she continued to stare at the Light Screen, stating with absolute certainty, "No, it was neither impulse nor underestimating the enemy. If it were that King, she must have done it intentionally. Every action taken by that King is for the sake of achieving final victory."

Uh...

The crowd wore subtle expressions. Is she really that certain? Besides, hearing this come from your own mouth feels a bit like self-aggrandizement...

Artoria did not offer further explanation, for she knew what a beautiful and glorious existence that King was. Having spent considerable time with that King in the dream world, she was already filled with reverence and longing for her.

Well, it was a classic case of wearing fan filters, leading her to believe that every action taken by that King was rational and well-considered.

So, what is the answer?