Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 466 This is somewhat shameless.

"Wanted fugitive Ryunosuke Uryu surrendered himself to the police, solving multiple murder cases. He is currently being held in police jail and will soon be transferred to..."

"A serious gas explosion has occurred in the harbor of Fuyuki City. The exact extent of the damage is still being assessed..."

"Recently, the crime rate in the new urban area has continued to rise, with multiple traffic accidents and frequent fights. Citizens are advised to pay attention to safety when traveling."

On television, a sweet-voiced presenter read the morning news with a stiff expression, seemingly feeling that the recent bad luck had gone too far.

"Today is another day of peace in Fuyuki City."

Wearing loose loungewear, Lu Ke lay back on the sofa, his long legs crossed and dangling on the backrest, his head resting on the edge of the armrest. He yawned listlessly, thinking about what happened last night.

After Irisviel had subtly charmed Saber, she reacted strongly, politely thanking Saber before immediately pulling her away.

It's clear that this beautiful android is very worried that her husband's Servant will be taken away by Luke.

Knowing full well that Emiya Kiritsugu has always had a lover named Hisa, she, as the aggrieved party, still protects her husband at all times. Could it be that the "ally of justice" also has the blessing of charm?

Lancer, summoned by Kenneth, also left, probably because he felt it was very bad for Lancer and Luke to be alone together.

After all, Kenneth is far inferior to Luke in terms of being a Master, and Luke has already made a high-profile declaration that he wants to collect all the Servants.

Those who were thought to be minotaurs' followers are now at risk of being taken away by minotaurs. Kenneth's expression will likely be grim, and this pent-up resentment will surely be vented on Lancer, pushing the loyal knight even further away...

Heh heh heh, this is a vicious cycle.

"Um, teacher... isn't it time to make breakfast?"

Sakura came out of the room, pointing at her fingers, her face flushed, a little embarrassed.

In the past, the little girl would always insist on cooking on her assigned day, and she wouldn't back down even if Lu Ke refused in the name of prohibiting child labor. But after being conquered by the cooking skills of the drugged spirit yesterday, she finally gave in.

Lu Ke responded, scratched his head, got up from the sofa, and went into the kitchen.

As a former social engineer who was incredibly wealthy... wait, I mean magician, my refrigerator was always fully stocked with all sorts of top-quality ingredients.

"Five-grain fried rice, fried chicken nuggets, salt-baked saury..."

Lu Ke casually read out today's meals and skillfully began cooking. In the middle of it, a small shadow sneaked in and stretched out its little paws... to steal some food.

Noticing the teacher's gaze, Sakura hurriedly wiped her mouth, her eyes darting around as she feigned innocence.

"Um, teacher, I'm here to help you prepare the vegetables."

"This is the first time I've heard of the act of putting fried chicken pieces into your mouth, chewing them, and then swallowing them as 'picking vegetables'."

"Woo..."

Sakura's face turned bright red, and her toes unconsciously rubbed against the ground.

Lu Ke crouched down and pinched the little guy who was unconsciously acting cute. He sighed.

"The vegetable preparation work is already full, but we have a tasting job available. Sakura, are you interested?"

"Yes, I'm very interested!"

Sakura nodded eagerly, quickly walked to the freshly served dish, and savored the culinary mastery of the emperor of the cooking world, her eyes squinting with happiness.

By the time the food was finished, the tasters' stomachs were a little bloated.

After feeding the little guy at home, Luke checked the time and left the mansion with light steps.

It's time to welcome back the first member of the NTR team.

…………

Einzbern Castle.

In the spacious living room, Kiritsugu Emiya sat solemnly at the head of the long table, opposite a worried Irisviel and Saber dressed in a modern suit.

Having witnessed the entire battle last night, the "Magician Killer," who ruthlessly pursues justice, has clearly gained a new understanding of the enemy's strength and needs to revise his battle plan.

I thought that King Arthur was powerful enough that even if we were incompatible, one of us could fight against other Servants head-on while the other could launch a sneak attack to eliminate the weak Master.

As a result, one overpowered character after another appeared, and Saber was constantly getting beaten up and humiliated from the moment she appeared, which was far from the performance he had expected.

If the famous King Arthur was only this good, then he really felt it would be better to summon an Assassin who could cooperate with him, but... it's too late to say anything now.

After a brief silence, Kiritsugu Emiya sighed inwardly and looked at Saber with a cold tone.

"Saber, how are you recovering?"

"Irisviel's healing magic is very powerful. She's basically fine now, except for this."

Saber showed the wound on her left wrist, a wound inflicted by the "cursed yellow rose" that would never heal.

"Has it had a big impact on you?"

"To be honest, the impact is quite significant. Strength and swordsmanship will be affected, and releasing Noble Phantasms will become difficult, making it virtually impossible to use them in actual combat," Saber answered truthfully.

"Then, the first one to be ruled out is Lancer. Once he dies, the curse on you should disappear."

Kiritsugu Emiya asked emotionlessly, "If you were to face Lancer now, would you have a sure chance of winning?"

"Lancer's Noble Phantasm has been revealed; I am confident of victory."

Saber gave a spirited answer, but it was immediately and coldly rejected by Kiritsugu Emiya.

"What I want is not 'a certainty of winning,' but 'an absolute certainty of winning.' Even in your prime, you suffered losses at his hands. Now that you're weakened, what makes you think you have a chance to win?"

He frowned and pondered for a moment: "Forget it, it's safer for me to snipe Lancer's Master."

"you!"

Anger flashed in Saber's clear emerald eyes. She slammed her hand on the table and stood up.

"I cannot condone such despicable behavior. I have a duel agreement with Lancer, which is a pact between knights."

Emiya Kiritsugu: “…”

This is why he and Saber cannot be on the same page.

For him, he is willing to pay any price to achieve his goal; friendship and family ties are unimportant, and personal dignity can be discarded at will.

But Saber is a righteous and majestic king on the battlefield, stubbornly adhering to the chivalrous spirit even when at a disadvantage. In his eyes, Saber's existence is like a childish fairy tale travelogue.

"Saber, do you still remember the wish you placed on the Holy Grail?"

"To save the British Empire from its demise under my command..."

"Which do you think is more important, chivalry or your own desires? Think of the soldiers who died following you, think of your subjects, think of the past you want to undo..."

Kiritsugu Emiya lit a cigarette, letting the acrid aroma of burning nicotine fill his lungs, his tone indifferent.

"Legend has it that your Knight of the Round Table, Drizzt, once said, 'The king does not understand the human heart.' On the journey to 'Avalon,' everyone else fell behind, but you alone reached that ideal land. You alone..."

"Put aside your pride, Saber, otherwise neither of us can win this war."

"Stop talking, Kiritsugu..."

Irisviel looked worriedly at Saber, whose lips were tightly pursed. "Give her some time. The Holy Grail War has only just begun." Kiritsugu took a deep drag on his cigarette, threw it on the ground, and stomped it out expressionlessly.

“The enemy won’t give us time. Yesterday’s battle has shown that you are not even a match for Berserker now, and you are not confident of defeating Lancer. Archer and Caster are even less likely to be defeated. There is not much information about Rider, but Alexander the Great is not weak just by his reputation... Saber, you can’t only deal with the weakest Assassin, can you?”

Such words were undoubtedly an insult to the Servant, but Saber remained calm, simply gripping Excalibur tightly in her hand, her beautiful eyes showing no sign of confusion.

"If I am not as skilled as others, it only means that the Holy Grail does not belong to me. I am not willing to accept a victory that requires lowering my standards."

"..."

Kiritsugu Emiya closed his eyes. Words and provocations were useless. The King of Knights' steadfastness made him extremely irritated, especially after thinking of Caster.

Most Servants, once their real names are known, can find weaknesses based on anecdotes from their past lives, but Caster is an exception.

The Servant from the future has no useful information. On the contrary, he is the strongest Master and undoubtedly has an exceptional understanding of the Holy Grail War, the starting system for summoning Heroic Spirits.

As Rider said, Caster may have known the "history" of the Fourth Holy Grail War all along and had all the information.

An enemy who knows the future.

Kiritsugu Emiya rubbed his forehead, looking at his wife Irisviel, but immediately felt a sudden heaviness in his head and realized something was wrong, so he turned his gaze to Saber.

A dignified demeanor, an elegant figure, and that beautiful face... but the Knight King clearly wouldn't cooperate with his plan.

"Alice, take 'that' out."

"Eh?"

Irisviel paused for a moment before realizing what Kiritsugu Emiya meant.

"Take it out."

Kiritsugu Emiya repeated himself, looking coldly at Saber.

There are too many formidable enemies and too many variables. The original plan has already been compromised. Since Saber cannot be persuaded to compromise, the only option is to compromise himself, otherwise there is probably no chance of winning.

"I understand."

Irisviel placed her hand in front of her chest, and with a burst of white light, a magnificent and dazzling scabbard, with a gold base and blue and white embellishments, slowly emerged.

Saber's pupils contracted as he stared in astonishment at the scabbard. The magic within him resonated with the scabbard, and the wound on his wrist, which was originally impossible to heal, began to slowly fade away.

[True Name of Noble Phantasm: Distant Ideal Land]
Level: EX
Type: Barrier Noble Phantasm

Defense target: 1 person

Ability Description: Possesses immortality, can heal the wielder's injuries, and halt aging. Upon unleashing its true name, it disintegrates into hundreds of pieces, forming an absolute defensive barrier that protects the wielder from all interference, ignoring all physical interference, parallel world interference, and the absolute defense of the five major magics.

If there's anything more powerful than a awesome sword, it's undoubtedly the scabbard.

With the curse completely gone and her body fully restored, Saber looked at her scabbard, and in her surprise, she suddenly realized something and frowned as she looked at Kiritsugu Emiya.

Why are you hiding my sword sheath?

Kiritsugu Emiya: "...This is a trump card prepared for you, to prevent the existence of Servants who can read minds, so even you haven't been told about it."

You can't exactly say that you're no longer under the control of Command Seals just because you activated this Noble Phantasm.

…………

"Get out!"

Inside the suite, Kenneth slammed his wine glass to the floor and coldly ordered Lancer to leave, while grabbing Sora, who was trying to chase after him.

“Kenneth, don’t stop me. Once I get back to the Clock Tower, I will beg my father to break off the engagement… I’m sorry, but I really love Dimurdo.”

"No, Sora! You've just been bewitched by enchantment magic."

Kenneth's face was ashen, but he continued to earnestly advise his fiancée, his voice even trembling with tears.

"Lancer is just a fake that can only live for seven days, a scumbag who uses charm magic to deceive you."

"No, Dimurdo is different!"

Sora maintained her composure, as if she would be willing to be scammed out of 500,000, and shook her head repeatedly.

As an excellent magician in the Spellcasting Department, Sora should have a certain resistance to charm magic, but she still fell in love with Dimurdo, which means that her love was not just because of charm magic, or that Kenneth did not hold a significant place in Sora's heart.

Both possibilities left Kenneth feeling utterly bewildered and heartbroken. He felt an overwhelming weight on his head and wished he could tear Lancer to pieces.

Faced with this farce, all Lancer could do was lower his eyes and silently retreat. He left the suite, left the hotel full of magical traps, and took up the duty of guarding the vicinity.

It feels like my life story is repeating itself...

He was entangled with a woman, suspected by his master, kicked out of his home, and then...

Then comes the pursuit, the feigned forgiveness, and finally, dying in front of one's lord...

Lancer, looking melancholy, kept patrolling the vicinity of the position. Suddenly, he spotted a familiar figure in the crowd.

He paused, seemingly hesitant, but ultimately took the initiative to approach and spoke hesitantly.

"Caster, what brings you here?"

Lu Ke crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow: "Didn't we agree yesterday to call him Master?"

Lancer: "..."

Okay, he did say that, but this time his real Master is nearby!

"Then Master, what brings you here?"

However, driven by some inner thought, Lancer still felt somewhat embarrassed and honestly used this special nickname.

Given Luke's proximity to the position and his formidable strength, Lancer maintained a basic level of vigilance:
"Although we are friends, if you want to harm my Master... cough, Kenneth, then fight me!"

Luke didn't make a move; he just looked at Lancer with pity and kept clicking his tongue.

"Dimurdo, do you know what you did wrong?"

Lancer paused for a moment, then instinctively asked, "What did I do wrong?"

"Your mistake was that you thought you were handsome but ignored the fact that Kenneth was a loser, and you didn't guard against Sora, who is a brainless fangirl!"

Lancer: ? ? ?
Is this... his fault?

Luke asked again, "Do you know what your biggest mistake is?"

"What is it?"

“You should have found a Master who was more handsome and had a stronger charm than you from the very beginning!” Lu Ketian shamelessly pointed to himself.

Lancer: (￢_￢)
Although he also hoped that Luke would be his Master, wasn't that a bit shameless?

Luke reached out his hand to Lancer, his deep brown eyes meeting Lancer's melancholy gaze.

"Don't hesitate, join my NTR squad!"

(End of this chapter)