A certain crossover anime's nuclear-powered sword immortal

Real name: Scáthach

Height: 168cm

Weight: XNUM X kg

Strength: B Endurance: A Agility: A+ Magic: A Luck: D Noble Phantasm: A+

Class Skills:

"Anti-magic power": A

Inherent skills:

"The Wisdom of the Demon Realm": A+ "Primordial Runes": C "Godslayer": B

Noble Phantasm:

"Spear Piercing Death": B+ "Gateway to a Demonic Realm Overflowing with Death": A+

Rin looked quite satisfied with the first half of the attribute values, but she was dumbfounded when she saw the last part.

"Kill...kill a god!?"

Rin stared in surprise at Scáthach before her.

"Is it even possible to do something like this?"

This queen-like Servant was surveying the room, as if familiarizing herself with it.

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Hearing Rin's surprised voice, she looked at Rin with a confident smile, the crimson magic spear in her hand slightly slicing through the air, reflecting a cold glint under the light.

"If a single spear strike reaches the pinnacle of skill, even killing a god is as easy as turning one's hand."

"Wow, that's amazing! You must be able to do anything, right?" Rin's eyes lit up immediately.

"Hmph~ That's natural!"

Scáthach raised her head slightly, clearly pleased with Rin's praise.

"In that case, you must clean up too!"

Rin said excitedly.

"what?"

A hint of doubt appeared in Scáthach's ruby-like eyes.

"Master, I'd like to ask you what you consider a Servant to be?"

"A high-level familiar, what else could it be?"

Rin's matter-of-fact answer made Scáthach facepalm.

"To actually treat me like such a lowly thing, Master, you really are..."

If someone else had said that, they would probably have been killed by that crimson demonic spear.

"More than that, I want to know about the next enemy, and your wishes, Master."

"A wish..."

Rin paused for a moment upon hearing this, then rested her chin on her hand and thought for a moment.

"I have no desire for the Holy Grail. If I had to say what my goal is, it would be to win the Holy Grail War and then destroy the Holy Grail. That should be my goal!"

Scáthach was momentarily dumbfounded by Rin's oblivious nature, and finally couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"As expected of my Master, what an unexpected approach. This is indeed a good idea: win the Holy Grail War, and then crush what those losers covet but can only ever covet into dust like trash..."

As she murmured this, a joyful light shone in Skana's red eyes.

"My Master may be a bit of a fool, but he's still quite an interesting person."

Chapter Thirteen: Saber's Return

Meanwhile on the other side.

Shirou had no time to care about the backyard that had been turned into a mess by the magical storm, because his gaze was now drawn to the figure that appeared after the light dissipated.

Her golden hair was tied into an intricate braid, and her emerald green eyes held a stern gaze. In her hand, encased in gauntlets, she tightly gripped a holy sword that was invisible to the naked eye.

She is the eternal king in Celtic mythology, the chosen one who drew the holy sword, the red dragon of Britain, 'King Arthur', Artoria Pendragon.

The girl looked up at Shirou and smiled.

Even though her appearance had changed slightly, Artoria recognized Shirou instantly—the boy who had made a promise to her at the end of the Fourth Holy Grail War.

"See, I didn't break my promise, did I?" Shirou reached out his hand to the girl.

"Yes, keeping promises is the most brilliant virtue, and without a doubt, Shirou, you already possess it." Saber's lips curled into a beautiful smile.

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Then, Saber swore an oath.

"Saber, Artoria Pendragon has come to answer your call, and together with the promised one, Shirou Orihara, we will seize the Holy Grail!"

"This time we'll definitely succeed," Shirou said with a smile.

Their hands clasped together.

"The oath is established."

The scarlet Command Seal flashed.

Shirou and the girl looked into each other's eyes.

It seems there will be quite a few variables in this Holy Grail War.

Shirou thought to himself.

Because several of the original participants in this Holy Grail War have died, the Heroic Spirits that will appear this time will be subject to change.

Furthermore, the ten-year period mentioned by the Gem Elder has arrived, and the chaos that has arisen in this world will gradually unfold.

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Although the feeling of not being able to control the plot is a bit unpleasant, Shirou still feels that it's better this way overall.

Things that are completely under his control are no longer interesting to him; it is precisely because of the uncertainty of the situation that people find it interesting to see the truth.

"However... there should still be one Servant that probably won't change much..."

That was Caster. I remember that the woman's initial summoner was not Soichiro Kuzuki, but a magician from a newly emerging family in the Middle East who belonged to the Mage's Association. His name was Atram Gariastar.

Saber looked at Shirou with some confusion in her eyes. Being stared at for so long, even she couldn't help but feel a little troubled.

Moreover, Saber has not let go of the hand that is being held, and she feels it is not proper to break free from it due to etiquette, so she has kept it in that position.

'Shirou seems different from before...' Since she couldn't move around for the time being, Saber decided to start looking at the boy in front of her.

Whether it's the face

Her silhouette, figure, and temperament had all become several times better than before. Moreover, her hands had become stronger. Saber tried to move slightly, but found that she couldn't move at all with her own strength.

Although she knew she was a woman, she was still certain that her strength was several times greater than that of an ordinary person.

"Shirou...why won't you let go of me..."

Hearing Saber's voice brought Shirou back to his senses.

"I've been thinking about the Holy Grail War, but I don't have much of a clue yet. It's getting late, so I might as well go to my room and rest for a bit."

Shirou explained, then spoke to Saber.

"Speaking of which, Saber, are you hungry?"

"This one……"

Saber's expression showed a hint of hesitation, then wavered.

She hadn't felt hungry at first, but after Shirou said that, she felt like she was a little hungry.

"Just a little bit..." Saber felt her cheeks burning as she said this.

I didn't expect that after being summoned, I would have to ask my Master to make me food before I could even do anything. I feel a little embarrassed.

"Don't worry about it too much, Saber. If we're going to fight, we can't do it without filling our stomachs."

Upon hearing this, Saber couldn't help but nod in agreement, her ahoge (cowlick) swaying joyfully.

"Yes, Shirou, you're absolutely right!"

“There are several people in this house. Won’t it be a disturbance if I come in like this?” Saber, as a Servant, immediately noticed this.

"Of course it's okay, we just need to keep things quiet."

"I see, I understand now." Saber immediately softened her steps and carefully entered the house.

However, the armor on her body was too cumbersome, and no matter how quietly she walked, it would still make noise. So Saber simply removed the armor, revealing the white dress she was wearing underneath, and then followed Shirou to the kitchen.

For some reason, she felt her heart start to race.

'What's wrong with me?' Saber placed her hand on her heart, feeling her heart pounding in confusion.

"What's wrong?" Shirou suddenly turned around and asked.

"N-nothing..." Saber said somewhat flusteredly as her heart pounded harder than ever before when she was being stared at.

Unable to discern anything from the girl's expression, Shirou began preparing the meal.

As a natural-born chef with a photographic memory, Shirou has enough recipes in his mind to fill an entire room.

"By the way, I'm going to school with Sakura tomorrow, Saber, are you coming?"

“I am Shirou’s Servant, so naturally I will be with you,” Saber answered without hesitation. Seemingly finding the meaning unclear, she added, “This is to make it easier to protect you.”

“In that case, your outfit definitely won’t work, you’ll have to change.” Shirou smiled.

With that, Shirou left the kitchen and headed towards the living room.

Looking at his back, Saber had a strange, bad feeling.

Then, less than half a minute later, Shirou returned to the kitchen, carrying a blue top and skirt.

"Put it on, Saber."