In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

The blue magician began chanting mysterious whispers once more.

That was the ending that followed the previous text.

"Burn to ashes!"

"~The Giant of Trees~"

That's right.

Instead of fearing the flames, why not actively make them your own powerful weapons?

Brush it.

The tree giant burst into flames instantly.

This is a defensive tactic that exhausts itself, but it is also a very effective fire countermeasure.

Bang!

The collision of flames triggered another violent explosion.

This time, however, Cú Chulainn had a different idea.

He didn't think the man could have survived an explosion at such close range.

"Swordsman, I've defeated you."

"It was a battle I will remember."

however--

The lingering smoke dissipated.

Cú Chulainn witnessed a scene that shocked him to his core.

Despite the numerous wounds on his face, Ian remained standing there.

The particles in his hand had somehow transformed into a sword sheath.

That was a replica of Avalon's memories.

Although it didn't have the same level of defense as the original body, the ample magical power was enough to allow the man to survive the explosion.

"You really did have a backup plan."

Ian let out a sigh of relief.

The sword sheath disappeared.

The Excalibur Galatine sword once again appeared in Ian's hands.

"But it's a pity."

"I have it too."

"..."

Cú Chulainn was initially taken aback, then burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

"Which era's hero are you from? Let me know your name!"

"Eh?"

Ian paused for a moment.

"But I'm not a Heroic Spirit, I'm a Master candidate."

"Not a Heroic Spirit, but a Master candidate?" Cú Chulainn stopped laughing.

"Are you kidding me? You think someone other than a Heroic Spirit could fight me like this?"

"And this is the Holy Grail War!"

"Human Masters and the like have long since disappeared completely."

"what?!"

181. The Twisted Holy Grail War / Saving the Director / Cú Chulainn's Plan (4k)

Holy Grail War.

As the name suggests, it is a war planned by magicians in order to obtain the Holy Grail, which can grant any wish.

During this process, the Heroic Spirits are summoned by mages in the form of "Servants" and assigned to seven different classes.

These seven summoned Servants will fight each other relentlessly with the goal of seizing the Holy Grail, until only one remains, who will be the victor of the Holy Grail War.

In that case—

As Ian looked at Cú Chulainn before him, a series of answers came to mind.

The reason he appeared here as a Caster (magician) is because someone found a relic that can summon him from the corresponding period!

Thinking further, what's providing you with magic right now might just be the Holy Grail!

Right.

Everything clicked.

But what about Cú Chulainn's statement that "human Masters have long since disappeared"?

Ian felt extremely worried about those words.

"..."

Perhaps sensing something was wrong with the man in front of him, Cú Chulainn spread his hands and threw his wand to the ground.

"Alright, it seems you really aren't a Servant from the Holy Grail War."

"So--"

"How about we sit down and have a proper chat?"

"..."

With Cú Chulainn offering such sincerity, Ian naturally couldn't ignore it.

The Excalibur Galatine sword vanished from his hand at an incredible speed.

"Then let's talk."

On the ruins after the battle, Cú Chulainn and Ian sat side by side.

Having witnessed each other's strength, the two now felt a mutual respect, like rivals.

Cú Chulainn spoke first:

"You're saying you're not a Servant, but a Master?"

“He is a ‘Master candidate’,” Ian slightly corrected Cu Chulainn’s statement.

"However, it's fine to call me Lord Yuyan."

"after all--"

"My servant is not here."

"Ah."

Cú Chulainn raised an eyebrow.

"That's really outrageous."

"To be able to fight me like that with a human body—your servant must be incredibly powerful, right?"

"That's not the point."

Ian tactfully stopped Cú Chulainn from praising him.

"I want to know, where am I?"

“Fuyuki City,” Cú Chulainn answered directly. “The Holy Grail War is held here every sixty years.”

"That--"

Ian took a deep breath—the smell of burning flesh filled his nostrils, a somewhat unpleasant sensation.

"What do you mean by saying 'human Masters have long since disappeared'?"

"literal meaning."

Cú Chulainn's gaze swept across the scene before him.

"Take a good look around yourself."

"..."

After Cú Chulainn said that, Ian began to pay attention to his surroundings.

Do not see do not know.

Ian, who had been focused entirely on the battle, only then realized the situation in Fuyuki City.

Ruins stretched as far as the eye could see, with embers still smoldering everywhere.

Black smoke rose from the ruins of the buildings, silently telling the story of the city's disintegration.

In this situation, it would be hard to believe that anyone would question whether it was hell on earth.

"Do you understand?" Cú Chulainn's voice rang out at the right moment. "In this situation, there are no longer any human Masters."

"..."

Ian could now understand Cú Chulainn's attack.

Since it was impossible for a "human Master" to exist, he subconsciously regarded himself as a "Servant" when faced with the ability to freely control the replica of Excalibur Galatine and the indestructible Aroundight.

Just as Ian was about to ask why Fuyuki City was destroyed like this, a cry came from not far away.

"Help! Help!"

"Who can help me?"