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

"I see."

Li Shuwen took off his coat, took a step forward, and assumed an offensive stance.

"Solomon."

"You should know that those who step into the arena are not only determined by their skill level, but also by their life or death, right?"

“…I know.” Solomon also adopted a serious posture.

"So I will do my best."

“Very good.” Li Shuwen greatly agreed with Solomon’s attitude. “This is the kind of determination we should have in battle.”

"So--!"

"I'm going to start!"

Taking a deep breath, Li Shuwen launched an attack in the most ferocious way.

Although he looks like an old man, he is no less imposing.

Just looking at it gives one the illusion of a tiger hunting its prey.

But Solomon also seems to be highly skilled in boxing.

When he saw the menacing Li Shuwen, he not only did not panic, but also showed a hint of approval.

Bang!

The two men's hands collided on the stage, creating a shockwave that spread in all directions.

This scene, which would be difficult to achieve even in the face of war, was now displayed by two hands.

"A very powerful move." Solomon looked at Li Shuwen in front of him.

"If you had been born earlier, Bajiquan would probably have to be renamed after you."

“I don’t need you to remind me of that.” Li Shuwen, now fully focused and excited, said, “Try this trick of mine!”

Under the moonlight.

The two Servants then engaged in a fierce battle of attack and defense, the whole scene resembling a martial arts performance.

But as soon as you see the arena floor instantly reduced to rubble wherever the two pass, you'll immediately realize that this is a battle fought with their lives on the line.

It seems like it will never stop.

This was not the result Li Shuwen wanted—he never liked to draw with others, as it made him feel that he was not skilled enough.

After another exchange, Li Shuwen flipped backward, forcibly creating distance between himself and Solomon.

Although he looked every bit the old man, his aged body exuded an extremely powerful aura at this moment.

Li Shuwen put his hands together in a strong grip.

"My ultimate technique is to defeat the enemy with a single principle, without relying on any myriad profound techniques!"

"Secret Technique - Limitless Unparalleled Strike!"

In a flash, Li Shuwen rushed directly in front of Solomon, ready to use all his knowledge to deliver a heavy blow to the man who had stepped onto the stage.

But at this moment——

He realized that something seemed amiss.

The other party... doesn't seem to be trying to dodge?

“Reaching the pinnacle in one aspect can certainly be considered a sign of strength,” Solomon replied, watching Li Shuwen charge towards him with a punch.

"but--"

"What if what you're climbing is actually just a small mountain?"

"what?"

To Li Shuwen's astonishment, Solomon suddenly took off his shirt.

"Now, let me show you what it means to be someone who can cross mountains."

With these words in mind, Solomon, as a Caster, faced Li Shuwen's relentless attack.

next moment.

The light spot shone from the arena towards the sky.

When they disappeared completely, the huge arena had been reduced to ruins, leaving only Solomon, shirtless.

He also had several more scars on his body—presumably the result of facing Li Shuwen's relentless attacks.

But for Solomon, all of this seemed insignificant.

He put his shirt back on and walked toward Marisbury.

"Let's go."

"I already know where Lancer is."

"Ok, I see."

Marisbury nodded to Solomon, then smiled slightly at Kirei Kotomine and uttered chilling words.

"So--"

"Since your servant has already been defeated."

"May you die gloriously here as well."

As he spoke, a gleaming dagger appeared in his hand.

You are completely unaware of this battle.

Because right now, you have another matter to deal with.

night.

"Lily, what's wrong?"

Ian looked at Artoria, who had pulled him over there, somewhat puzzled.

Why do you look so nervous?

"that--"

Artoria looked at him, her eyes filled with a hint of dependence.

“Mr. Ian…you should know that Ilya participated in this Holy Grail War to find her mother, right?”

“Yes.” Ian nodded. “Wasn’t this something we just talked about this afternoon?”

“But—” Artoria sighed.

"Her mother died in the Fourth Holy Grail War."

"Mr. Ian... how should I tell her this?"

350. A Solo Date with a Loafer / Illya's Dilemma / Returning to the Old Ground (4k)

"This……"

Listening to Artoria's words, Ian had not a single doubt.

He knew she was a very honest and gentle girl—so it was impossible for her to do anything fraudulent in this matter.

That goes against her personality.

“I see.” Ian nodded. “I understand.”

"This is indeed a difficult situation to handle... We need to think carefully about what to do."

"Eh?"

Hearing this, a look of expectation appeared in Artoria's eyes.

"Mr. Ian."

"You mean...you'll help me?"

"Isn't that only natural?" Ian smiled slightly, reached out, and gently stroked Artoria's head.

"You've helped me so much."

"Isn't it my turn to repay you now?"

"..."

Artoria felt a little embarrassed as her head was patted.

Her toes touched the ground as she gently drew circles.

Artoria only shows this girlish side when she is alone with Ian.

"That--"

"If it's as a way of repaying a debt... could you please grant me one more small favor?"

"..."

"What is it?" Ian asked.

"that is……"

Artoria raised her head and looked at the man in front of her, her tone already like that of a girl in love.

"tonight--"

Can we sleep together?

"..."

“No problem,” Ian replied without hesitation.

You didn't agree to Artoria's request on a whim.

Although you can't recall much about her anymore.

But you can clearly feel the affection this girl has for you in her eyes.