The Night Was Beautiful-Don't Spoil the Mood

Had her identity been exposed a little too quickly?

She hadn't even used a Noble Phantasm that could reveal who she was, had she?

"No!"

Lin Luo smiled and shook his head. "I've just seen you plenty of times, and I'm very interested in you."

He wasn't lying, in any sense of the word.

Artoria: "..."

It was a perfectly normal conversation.

Yet for some reason, she suddenly felt furious.

What did he mean, he'd seen her plenty of times? Why didn't she remember any of them?

"This man!" Medusa gritted her teeth slightly. "He really is a scumbag."

She had no proof.

But she knew Lin Luo had already set his sights on Artoria.

As though sensing Medusa's resentment, Lin Luo turned and smiled. "Don't accuse me unfairly. I treat every one of my wings equally."

"That's no excuse to act like a scumbag right after confessing to me."

Artoria fell silent, her cowlick bobbing.

She couldn't make sense of what they were saying.

But why did she suddenly want to cut this devil down?

"You lot, enough already."

Diarmuid looked displeased. "This is a battlefield. Please choose another time for flirting."

"Oh, right. You're here too."

As though he had only just noticed Diarmuid, Lin Luo looked suddenly enlightened. "Sorry, men barely register in my eyes."

"Are you looking down on me?"

Anger flashed in Diarmuid's eyes, and fighting aura surged throughout his body.

Crack! Crack!

Countless fissures began appearing in the ground around them, spreading in every direction.

Boom!

The next instant, he sprang into motion. A huge crater exploded beneath his feet as he hurtled toward Lin Luo.

Whoosh!

His spear streaked through the air like a meteor, blazing crimson, its terrifying fighting aura tearing through the earth.

"Master!"

Medusa frowned.

Should I intervene?

But Master ordered me to watch.

As she hesitated, her pupils contracted sharply beneath her blindfold.

Lin Luo simply stood where he was, watching the spear thrust toward him, and casually raised his hand.

Hum!

Magic power poured forth, almost tangible.

The air around him warped visibly.

Bang!

A deafening, heavy impact rang out.

Diarmuid came to a sudden halt, as though he had collided with an invisible wall. His spear couldn't advance even a fraction farther.

"That much magic power?"

Watching this unfold, Artoria looked stunned.

The next instant, an immense blue Magic Circle appeared in the sky.

Crackle!

An enormous pillar of Thunder descended from above, striking Diarmuid like God's punishment.

Boom!

An earth-shattering explosion shot into the sky, and Diarmuid's body visibly disintegrated.

Amid the billowing smoke!

Only an enormous crater remained before Lin Luo.

Diarmuid had vanished without a trace.

Chapter 47: The Night Was Beautiful—Don't Spoil the Mood

Silence fell over the entire battlefield!

Everyone stood rooted to the spot, almost dazed, staring in disbelief at the figure in a school uniform.

They didn't know exactly how powerful Lin Luo's magic was.

But Diarmuid, a full-fledged Heroic Spirit, had been right there.

And he'd been killed in an instant.

It was all too shocking.

"Damn it, Diarmuid really was useless."

Hidden in the shadows, Kenneth recovered from his brief stupor and cursed angrily.

Damn it!

Damn it all!

If that damned bastard hadn't stolen my holy relic, why would I have needed to rely on Diarmuid?

At that moment!

He was already considering retreat.

But before he could act, a voice drifted into his ears.

"He wasn't particularly strong, true, but he was loyal to you until the end."

He instinctively turned his head, only to find that Lin Luo had already turned his gaze toward him.

For a moment!

The blood throughout his body seemed to freeze.

An immense terror rose from the depths of his soul.

"And a coward hiding in the shadows like you has even less right to say something like that."

The instant those words fell.

Light blazed in the distant sky.

A vast, magnificent pale-blue Magic Circle unfurled before his eyes.

"How did he find me?"

Kenneth cried out in horror. A mercury-like substance spread around him, forming a solid defense.

At the same time, he fled as fast as he could.

But slow as he was, the terrifying sensation of being locked onto followed him like a shadow.

Crackle!

Thunder descended from the sky, as though God's true punishment had come to earth.

Kenneth finally understood how Diarmuid had died.

It wasn't that he was too weak.

His opponent was simply too strong.

The mere aura washing over him made him want to close his eyes and await death.

Horror filled his face. He could only watch helplessly as the Thunder surged toward him, crushing his Moon Spirit Marrow Liquid as effortlessly as rotten wood.

I'm... going to die.

That thought surfaced in Kenneth's mind.

And then!

All his thoughts sank into eternal darkness.

"Was that Lancer's Master over there?"

Medusa looked somewhat dazed.

Wasn't my Master a little too ferocious?

He had not only killed Lancer instantly, but dealt with his Master too.

Does a Master like this really need me to fight?

This man is extremely dangerous!

Elsewhere, Artoria gripped her sword with both hands, her expression wary.

"With magical skill like that, he must be Caster."

Behind a shipping container, Kiritsugu Emiya took a deep breath, concealing the shock in his eyes.

"But this works in our favor. One Heroic Spirit and his Master have already been eliminated."

"And Caster's Master has shown herself too."

A sharp murderous intent flashed across his face.

Launching surprise attacks from the shadows.

That had always been his creed.

As long as he could win, he didn't care what methods he used.

Lowering his hand, Lin Luo turned to Artoria. "Now, can we talk?"

"We have nothing to discuss."

Artoria remained wary. "If you want to fight, I'm ready whenever you are."

"It's such a beautiful night. Don't spoil the mood with talk like that."

"Just what is going on inside your head?"

Artoria's head was full of questions.

She had figured it out too.

This Heroic Spirit really wasn't very serious.

Lin Luo said earnestly, "I'm quite serious. I'd like to ask you for something."

Artoria's expression grew solemn. "What is it?"

Lin Luo smiled slightly. "Artoria, how about becoming mine?"

"Huh?"

Artoria's mind froze outright, her cowlick twitching.

Nearby, Medusa finally couldn't take it anymore. "Mr. Devil, don't push your luck."

Lin Luo turned and smiled. "You haven't answered my confession, you know. Isn't it a little unfair to get jealous like this?"