The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

"The sun rises from the high mountains; it controls the heavens and the earth, and observes everything..."

Manju chanted as he threw the corpses into the fire pit. Only after watching the last of the offerings burn to ashes did he extinguish the flames and walk down from the pyramid.

"Lord Lancer, you're back."

Upon re-entering Denver, Manju was about to go directly to her assigned room to rest, but she ran into Fujimaru Ritsuka on the way.

"Tomorrow is the day to march on the Celts, and this matter cannot be delayed. What brings you here? Have the personnel for both sides been assigned?"

"Yes, the Northern Army mainly consists of Edison and his group, including Edison IV, Helena, Elizabeth, Robinson, Billy the Younger, and Li Shuwen. Most of the Servants with direct combat capabilities are concentrated in the Southern Army, after all, they have to face the strongest force of the Celts. Finally, I would like to ask which side you would like to join."

"Since I've agreed to hand over the decision-making power to you, there's no need to ask for my opinion. You can even assign me to the Northern Army if you want. I've already handed over the power, and I believe I've done so to the right person, so I won't interfere too much."

"Sigh...that's true."

Fujimaru Ritsuka hesitated for a moment, but ultimately didn't say anything more.

"After all, you are making a decision that involves countless lives. Even if I assure you that you will succeed, it is normal for you to hesitate and feel confused."

Relax, just make the judgment you believe is correct, and I will assert that it is the right choice.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Reasons

"You are not a hero, Fujimaru Ritsuka. What Scáthach said, while seemingly reasonable at first glance, is merely from her perspective. In the era she lived in, were there any ordinary people among those around her?"

To Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was still hesitant and unsure how to reply, Manshu could only shake his head and smile.

"It's normal for a person to feel lost, after all, these are things that ordinary people cannot bear. But you have already taken on a responsibility that is even greater than this and come this far."

Even amidst constant confusion and worries, you ultimately made your choice.

So let's just leave things as they have been. Don't make compromises feel like a heavy burden, and don't be too hard on yourself. Relax and make judgments based on your own heart. The scales of victory won't tip because of this, but I will tip them.

"That's it. I don't have the patience to say anything more. I only said this on a whim, and now that I'm done, I should go back and rest."

Before Fujimaru Ritsuka could give any reply, Manshu waved his hand and went back to his room alone.

……

"The Union Army: Edison, Helena, Robin Hood, Elizabeth..."

The next day, in the council chamber of Denver, Fujimaru Ritsuka held her notes from the past few days and read aloud the names written on them.

"I think no one has any objections."

Scáthach, who supported Fujimaru Ritsuka's decision, stood not far from him and immediately asked with a smile after the list was read.

"Of course, we agreed on that day, and there's not much more to say about the result."

The other Servants naturally didn't have many opinions. Fujimaru Ritsuka had also sought their opinions over the past few days, and only completed the task after much deliberation.

"Then let's proceed according to this list, dividing our forces into two routes, one in the north and one in the south, and prepare to advance."

And so, with the intention of fighting the final battle in this singularity, the Servants made their preparations.

"Reunion doesn't only take the form of meeting in person; we will always meet again in other ways."

"I'd also like to go to your side, but I'll leave it to you. You'd better take down that wretched Cú Chulainn!"

The Servants bid each other farewell. Some had only known each other for a few days, while others had already developed a long-standing friendship. At this final moment of parting, it was inevitable that they would feel deeply moved.

"The battle is about to begin, Arjuna. Does it hurt to ravage this land?"

"No, I'm used to seeing such brutal fighting."

The same thing is happening in Washington, D.C., which is far away.

The Celtic army was continuously emerging from this city, and the followers leading this army had also set off.

"Alright, Edison and the others have already set off. Let's get ready to go too."

Scáthach stroked the head of the horse in front of her and spoke.

"The biggest threat from the Celtic side is undoubtedly my disciple Cú Chulainn, so I intend to deal with this trouble personally."

Skaka turned around calmly and looked at Manshu, who was already riding a horse on the other side.

Manchu was stroking the mane of the horse he was riding when he heard Scáthach's words and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

"With just you? You don't need him to suppress Cú Chulainn now. If you encounter him, you'll have to do your best to avoid being killed by him."

Scáthach's current power is insufficient to meet Cú Chulainn. Even the original Mad King was capable of defeating Scáthach, let alone now.

“I have already met my foolish disciple. I have met him in person and I understand that Cú Chulainn is now more powerful than me. If he were to go to the front lines, the battle would likely become stalemate and difficult to advance.”

Therefore, I plan to first suppress them at Wu, then you six can take advantage of the opportunity to advance the four fronts into Washington and achieve a real victory.”

Scáthach said seriously.

“Cú Chulainn is far more terrifying now than when you first met him. It wouldn’t take him long to kill you, let alone subdue him.”

It's only possible to succeed if I do it, but there's no need for it. If he really breaks into the battlefield, I'll take care of him myself.

So don't even think about acting alone. You're such a maverick, I haven't even spoken to you yet.

Manshu didn't even turn his head, and said without any politeness.

"Don't go and have someone break your red spear again for nothing. Although I don't like you either, since you challenged me and I accepted your challenge, I'm not one to break my promise, and I won't allow anyone else to break their promise to me either."

"Just because I lost to you once, you're looking down on me like this? This isn't a place where you can call the shots. It's a master's responsibility to discipline an unworthy disciple, and you can't stop me."

This is also my duty, something I must do. Even the sun high in the sky should understand this principle.

Scáthach brandished her red spear and planted it in the ground, responding sharply.

“My kindness isn’t always there. Even the sun doesn’t shine on you all the time. Since it’s not a matter of life or death, just go ahead. Anyway, you’re not that easy to kill.”

Manshu really didn't have the energy to persuade him. Since that guy was so stubborn, why bother wasting his breath?

For Manshu, Scáthach was not as fun as the horse he was riding; at least its mane felt quite comfortable to the touch, which suited his taste.

"But Beowulf actually went north. Those guys up north should be careful. He can kill anyone but me with his bare hands now."

After saying this, Manjuschadenfreude patted the horse's rump and spurred it toward Washington.

"What an annoying fellow! The sun I've ever seen is nothing like this."

Scáthach simply shook her head in the direction Manju had left before turning around to bid farewell to Fujimaru Ritsuka once more.

"I should get going now, see you later."

"Lord Lancer's words may be harsh, but please be careful. He is not one to speak without reason. May you return safely, Miss Scáthach."

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu said sincerely.

"Ah."

Scáthach responded confidently, then mounted the horse she had chosen.

"Miss Scáthach, nursing is not an act of sacrifice, please take good care of yourself."

Nightingale's farewell.

"...See you later."

Scáthach paused for a moment, then replied with a faint smile, and set off with Tesla on her horse.

"Three people are gone all at once. Luckily, we had considered the possibility that they might choose to act alone."

②On such a battlefield, soldiers who act independently are indeed a headache, so Fujimaru Ritsuka rationally did not include them in the plan at all.

(9) "Let's set off too. We can't let Miss Scáthach and Lord Lancer's efforts go to waste."

4...

A few days later, outside the White House in Washington, D.C., in the eastern United States, a red rifle was broken in half.

(iv) As the queen of the Land of Shadows, the gatekeeper and ruler between the real world and the shadowy realm, Scáthach indeed possesses extraordinary martial arts skills.

(3) But he was facing Cú Chulainn, who appeared as the embodiment of an ugly king, created by Maeve according to her own wishes.

(v) He is a mad king who is blessed in this world ruled by Tescatlipoca.

Luskáh brought Tesla along so that his battle with his disciple would not be disturbed. Tesla, following behind, used an electric cage to prevent Maeve from interfering.

4. However, Maeve was not worried. Instead, she watched with great interest.

"Little Ku is invincible and will never fail."

Maeve said with considerable certainty.

"You're going to overreact, Master. You deliberately infiltrated the enemy's headquarters just to buy time."

The Mad King, seated on his throne, glanced sideways and grinned as he spoke.

"After all, I have to bring some completely unrecognizable idiot to the forefront, so just keep me company for a bit. Today, your master will personally deal with you. Bring it on, you stupid disciple, Sertant."

"Stop calling me by my childhood nickname."

As soon as the Mad King made that sound, the next moment the hall was filled with the sound of fierce spears clashing.

The same red spears clashed against each other in the hall. In just a moment, the two spears collided dozens of times, leaving the hall full of scratches and on the verge of collapse.

Scáthach's voice flew out quickly and slammed heavily against the White House wall.

"You're starting to fall behind, Master."

The Mad King held onto his gun and stood still, saying...

"Phew... You're so gentle, Setant. This doesn't sound like something the evil king would say."

Scáthach smiled somewhat helplessly and continued trying to persuade her:

"It all turned out like this just because of Maeve's wish—to become a king according to her vision. Don't you find that pathetic?"

"You're saying I don't want to be king? Why would you think that?"

Cú Chulainn, however, asked with an unsurprised expression.

“You never mentioned having such a wish when you were alive.”

"In my previous life, I certainly never thought of becoming a king, but isn't it commonplace for a Servant to have a wish that didn't exist before my previous life?"

Cú Chulainn grinned, revealing his fangs that resembled those of a wild beast.

Scáthach's eyes widened immediately, and after a long silence, she finally spoke:

"So... did becoming king give rise to the desire to become king?"