Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 472 The Correct Use of Command Seals

Kiritsugu Emiya had never encountered such a formidable opponent as Riku.

It's one thing to be strong, but he has experienced too many instances of the weak defeating the strong, and his methods of bewitching people are also first-rate, so we have to be wary of him. But the most crucial thing is his mystery.

He can accurately describe the personality traits of each Servant, as if he has truly spent a long time with them and experienced various adventures, but his identity as a "Master from the future" cannot be verified...

After all, no one can travel to the future to verify his information or see if "Fujimaru Ritsuka" really exists.

Although Luke remained gentle and polite throughout last night's alleyway battle, and did not actively attack other Servants after displaying overwhelming power, he left a positive image in front of all bystanders, which would automatically categorize him as a noble Servant like Saber.

However, Kiritsugu Emiya held a different opinion.

On the one hand, the part-time "magician killer" is exceptionally cautious; on the other hand... what kind of good person could someone be to abduct two Servants in just two days? They're probably just pretending.

In short, four words: Poet in control!
Emiya Kiritsugu silently summarized in his mind.

Lacking intelligence, he had no confidence in dealing with Luke, but on the other hand, if he gathered enough intelligence, he felt that there was a possibility of winning.

After pulling Irisviel away from Saber and placing her at a considerable distance, Kiritsugu Emiya, with a somewhat conflicted expression, asked the homunculus for help.

"You mean...getting close to Caster and extracting information from him?"

Irisviel froze for a few seconds, a look of incomprehension on her exquisite and perfect face, before hesitantly repeating it.

Kiritsugu Emiya nodded silently, took a deep breath of the burning nicotine in his hand, threw it on the ground, and stomped it out.

"If Caster really comes from the future, he must know the outcome of this Holy Grail War. It would be best if he could know what would happen in the future... If not, he could find out his Master's identity, or at the very least, he should know his weaknesses or vulnerabilities."

"But I don't know exactly what to do... How can I get close to him?"

Irisviel looked troubled. She was an artificial human created by the Einzbern family, a minor Grail prepared for the Holy Grail War, and had basically never left the Einzbern family's castle.

Although she is already the mother of an eight-year-old girl and has been taught common sense about the outside world, she didn't behave much more composed than Saber, the "old-fashioned" Saber, when faced with many new things during the two days she went out with Saber.

“You don’t need to do anything special. His goal is to recruit seven Servants. In other words, Saber is also one of his targets. Following Saber will give you a chance to get close to him.”

Kiritsugu Emiya explained, pursing his lips.

"Is that so? But I don't have much experience in applying intelligence..."

Irisviel blinked, reached out and brushed a strand of her translucent, silvery-white hair from the sunlight, a strange glint in her clear, ruby-like eyes.

"Just communicate with him normally; being too deliberate will only become an obstacle."

Kiritsugu Emiya's eyes darkened. In his opinion, the most arrogant Servant in this Holy Grail War might not be the King of Heroes who kept uttering 'mongrel', but Caster.

He was the first to step forward during Saber's battle with Lancer, brazenly declaring his intention to subdue all Servants, ignoring Archer's warnings and revealing his true name, showing no fear whatsoever from beginning to end.

On the surface, he is gentle and polite, but in reality, he is arrogant and disdainful of everyone. Perhaps the entire Holy Grail War is just a game in Caster's eyes...

Arrogant people often overlook details, but this can be a factor in their downfall.

"Is this so..."

Irisviel lowered her head, looking rather upset.

Upon seeing this, Kiritsugu Emiya's face showed a rare hint of unease.

As the Lesser Grail that holds the souls of defeated Servants and serves as a vessel for magical energy, Irisviel cannot escape its influence regardless of who wins this Holy Grail War. Being able to utilize its power before death would be arguably maximizing its benefits, but after all, it is his wife, Illya's mother…

"Alice, this is indeed a very dangerous mission. If you're not willing, I'll think of something else..."

"Yes! Of course!"

Irisviel suddenly looked up, her smile radiant, her eyes sparkling, and her interest exceptionally high.

"This must be the spy game they were talking about in the movies!"

Irisviel gestured enthusiastically: "Infiltrate enemy territory, extract intelligence using various means, and then transmit that intelligence at a crucial moment to turn the tide!"

"...Generally correct."

"Then leave it to me, I'll do my best to complete the mission!"

Irisviel smiled and nodded, "Because it sounds like an interesting game that can also help Kiritsugu, and if we can win it, the Einzbern family's desired Third Law may also be realized."

Looking at the spirited homunculus, Kiritsugu Emiya was momentarily speechless and could only guiltily look away.

"Then please."

…………

Swah——

The crimson demonic spear drew a streak of light in the air, its speed as fast as lightning, instantly destroying the familiars sent to monitor it. However, since the treasure was not a wide-range attack, some of it was seen by the enemy.

"There are quite a few of them, and they're clearly not from the same group. Have other forces joined forces?"

After clearing away the surrounding "eyes," Dimurdo sheathed his twin pistols, lost in thought. It seemed that Master's power had led other Masters to form alliances, which was only natural in terms of combat strength.

I need to report this to my lord.

Just as he was thinking this, he saw Luke and Lancelot come out. The latter seemed to have a deeper melancholy between his brows, even more so than before, and he was muttering to himself.

"Why did it turn out like this... For the first time, I had a king to serve and a master to be served. Two happy things overlapped, which should have brought me even more joy... But why..."

Dimurdo couldn't help but glance at Lancelot a couple more times. He wisely kept quiet and respectfully reported what had just happened, but the reply he received was rather casual.

"It doesn't matter, let them team up. In fact, it'll be more challenging if they join forces. One or two Servants wouldn't even be able to get past you."

"You flatter me too much."

Dimuludo answered modestly, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips, clearly feeling a secret sense of satisfaction.

"The matter is almost settled, let's go back."

After taking one last look at the half-ruined Matou family mansion, Luke simply set the dying residence ablaze, letting the fire engulf everything inside.

Matou Kariya gazed at the burning inner demons that had plagued the first half of his life, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Before he could express his emotions, Lancelot, who had nowhere to vent his resentment, stepped forward expressionlessly, knocked out the former Master, and roughly hoisted him onto his shoulder.

Dimu Ludo glanced at Luke, who was walking at the front humming some kind of light tune, deliberately slowed down a beat, and walked side by side with Lancelot, who was carrying people, and asked in a low voice.

Lancelot, you don't seem to be in a good mood?

You wouldn't be in a good mood if the king you served in your lifetime were to be targeted by your own Master.

Fortunately, Artoria is a nationalist who is indifferent to both men and women, and only loves Great Britain. It is unlikely that Master will succeed in his pursuit, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Lancelot barely suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. "Dimurdo, if Master wanted to be with... well, someone you greatly respect, would you be happy?"

"why not?"

Dimuludo looked surprised. "Isn't this a perfect match? Two people I respect very much becoming partners, what a happy thing."

Lancelot: ...

"What do you think of me... what do you think of Saber?"

“Saber? She’s a very good opponent. Her fierce fighting spirit, upright posture, and the power of her sword swings are all quite surprising.” Dimurdo answered honestly, and considering that his colleague next to him was Saber’s former knight, he added with a smile.

"Yes, he also has a kingly demeanor and is an excellent king."

Lancelot lowered his voice: "Then do you think Master and Saber are a good match?"

Dimuludo first showed surprise at the thought that "brothers can be together," then firmly shook his head.

"They're not a good match."

Lancelot's face lit up with joy. "You think so too?"

"Of course!"

Dimurdo nodded affirmatively, "Although Saber is indeed very outstanding, I still feel that she is not worthy of Master, whether in terms of strength, status, or level of life."

After pledging allegiance, he firmly supported Luke, silently applying 108 layers of filters, Dimuludo's answer was perfectly natural.

Lancelot: ? ? ?
You just said that someone is not good enough for someone else.
What kind of look is that?

are you crazy!

The Knights of the Round Table, whose members were all top-tier chefs, clearly couldn't accept Dimurdo's remarks. Lancelot sneered, his tone rather unfriendly.

"Is that so? I think that when men and women get along, it's more important to see if they are of good character. Master may be an extraordinary person, but our king's character is clearly far superior to his."

Dimurdo narrowed his eyes: "A little imperfection makes someone more approachable. A Master who can accept knights like you and me who have betrayed us must have a very broad mind."

"Heh, it's clear that Finn has lowered your expectations considerably." Lancelot raised his head with a sense of pride and a touch of arrogance.

“My king is a wise ruler who can be tolerant of people like me. On her journey to find her ideal home, she is the only one who can reach Avalon.”

Great, needless to say!

"Oh, really? Such a good king, and you still cuckolded her?"

Dimurti calmly and indifferently sealed the victory.

Lancelot blushed: "You...you're the same!"

Dimurdo pressed his advantage with a highly aggressive move: "I was on the defensive, you were on the offensive. I was killed by Finn, but you still owe Arthur something in the end."

Lancelot's worry vanished, replaced by intense anger. Dimurdo was equally unyielding, his gaze burning like fire. The two began arguing fiercely.

"Master presents a false identity and manipulates other participants in the Holy Grail War at will."

"Strong and willful! If you're not happy, let Saber do the same thing. Besides, didn't she also hide Excalibur in the 'Wind King Barrier'?"

"You betrayed your brothers!"

"You seduced my sister-in-law!"

"Land dolphin!"

"Wang Gou!"

Just as the two were arguing fiercely, Matou Kariya, who had been jolted awake at some point, spoke weakly.

"Well, I think you two would better stop arguing, right?"

Dimu Ludo and Lancelot glared at them with unfriendly expressions, their bodies stiffening simultaneously as they discovered that Luke had somehow appeared in front of them, staring at them expressionlessly.

Lancelot: ...

It's going to happen!

Dimuludo: ...

Did he say anything wrong?
“You’ve gone too far by criticizing the lord in private.”

Luke took out his Polaroid camera, and his forced smile made Dimu Ludo's heart skip a beat. Lancelot, who noticed Luke's expression, was extremely puzzled and didn't understand why.

But he soon understood.

"By command of the Command Spell, Berserker, kiss Matou Kariya."

Lancelot's gaze froze for a moment, as if he hadn't understood what the command meant, while the innocent Kariya Matou slowly typed a question mark.

But the next second, both of them showed expressions of extreme terror, and their bodies moved involuntarily, slowly approaching Matou Kariya no matter how much they struggled.

"Matou Kariya, run! Run!"

Unable to move while being carried on his shoulder, Matou Kariya shook his head repeatedly.

"Don't come over!!!"

He tried desperately to resist, but how could an ordinary person whose body had been hollowed out possibly fight against a Servant of the Berserker class?

"Eee ...
As the other's face gradually loomed larger, the two simultaneously let out exceptionally mournful cries.

Click!

The sound of the shutter being pressed, the eerie, clamorous laughter, the muffled yet persistent screams, and a few seconds later, two utterly disgusted retches—all these sounds formed a continuous image in my mind.

Lancelot remained expressionless, unwilling to recall what had just happened.

He had only been loyal to the king for a short while when he felt his future was bleak and his life was almost over. He felt that his debt to the king, his worries about the king being remembered, and his disputes with Dimurdo were all insignificant.

Dimu Ludo, who had narrowly escaped death, was covered in cold sweat, his body was trembling uncontrollably, and he almost shed tears. He was extremely grateful that he had stood on Luke's side and had just been praising his lord.

Kariya Matou, caught in the crossfire, apologized to Aoi Tohsaka with tears in his eyes.

I'm sorry, Aoi, he's not clean anymore!
Aoi Tohsaka: Thank you, it's nothing.

The rest of the journey was eerily quiet; no one dared to utter a word, everyone was on edge, except for Luke, who continued humming the Baldur's Gate 3 camp tune.

As a top-tier con artist who can cheat with magic... a top-tier social engineer, Luke owns properties all over Fuyuki City. However, apart from the main house where he lives with Sakura, none of the other houses have been transformed into powerful magic workshops; they are just temporary residences.

After settling Matou Kariya in a mansion in the old town, Luke sent Lancelot and Dimurd to guard him while he began treating Matou Kariya, who was being afflicted by the Crest Worms.

"The next treatment may be a little painful."

While preparing the healing magic, Luke picked up a sharp saw and spoke gently.

"The mark worms in your body are too deeply entangled, and they are the life support for you, so it's a bit troublesome. The main problem is that my skill points are currently allocated to the mental type, so my healing methods are relatively crude."

Kariya Matou turned pale. "Um... Caster, I don't want to live anymore. I voluntarily give up treatment."

"Don't take life so lightly, Kariya. Even if you die, someone will still be sad."

Lu Ke raised an eyebrow. If it weren't for the fact that Yan Ye treated Xiao Ying quite well, he wouldn't have bothered with this matter.

"Have you heard of the Ship of Theseus? Every part of an old ship was replaced bit by bit, and when it was finally reassembled, was the ship still the original one?"

Matou Kariya:......

I didn't listen, and I don't want to listen!

(End of this chapter)