Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

Therefore, rather than calling it time travel, Kenneth is more likely to believe it's a method of memory transfer between parallel worlds, or perhaps some kind of memory spirit is tormenting him.

Well, the latter possibility is about as low as time travel.

Was it a contingency plan left behind by my counterpart in another world? Or...?

Most importantly, is this real or fake?

In any case, Kenneth has made up his mind to leave this eerie little town in the Far East!

Kenneth had to be extremely cautious, because just thinking about his past experiences and the truth of the damned Holy Grail War made him want to curse!

Wasn't this supposed to be a magic ritual? Why the hell are you all working your butts off like this?!

In Kenneth's understanding, the Holy Grail War should be an academic seminar on the subject of spirit summoning, where everyone would summon Servants and command Heroic Spirits to demonstrate their understanding and skills in spirit summoning magic, with Servants fighting against Servants and Masters competing in magical prowess.

The winner proudly takes home the honor and the Holy Grail, which is of little use to someone of Kenneth's noble lineage, while the loser obediently withdraws and accepts the protection and supervision of the church.

Yes, ultimately, the reason this damned Holy Grail War ritual could gain the approval and trust of someone like Kenneth is because the Holy Church vouched for it!

Although the magician and the Church were at odds, he had to admit the Church's credibility—in any case, among the many large, unscrupulous organizations around the world, the Church was truly one of the most trustworthy.

And you're telling me that the Church sided with the locals from the very beginning of this Holy Grail War!

This is clearly a pig butchering scam, specifically designed to prey on normal magicians like him and fleece them!

The thought that he had come here to pursue academic research, only to end up participating in a no-rules fighting tournament, made Kenneth grit his teeth in frustration.

"These academically dishonest bastards..."

Alright, alright, once I get back to the Clock Tower, I'll expose this immediately and see what you do then!

I'm going to report this to the central government! I'm going to report this to the central government!

Kenneth thought angrily to himself, but as he said, if the truth about the Holy Grail War were to spread, the Clock Tower would naturally not stand idly by.

Although to a monarchical family like his, who was appointed by the crown of Solomon, reaching the Root through the Holy Grail was an outright heresy, for smaller families and individual magicians, it was an irresistible path.

Not to mention that even without relying on external resources to reach the source, monarchical families can significantly shorten the arrival time and increase their margin for error.

Kenneth seemed to understand why the magicians sent by the association in previous years, even if they returned alive, never revealed the truth. It seemed they all wanted to keep it all to themselves!

In short, he absolutely must spread this word, for the benefit of the Clock Tower, and thoroughly punish these academic misconduct scoundrels!

But for now, let's get out of this dangerous place as soon as possible!

Kenneth's mind raced. According to the information in his memory, the Einzbern hyena was probably already eyeing him. The thought of Kiritsugu Emiya fueled Kenneth's rage.

Forget it, let him live for now. The best course of action is to leave the Far East with Sora and the precious magic furnace as soon as possible. Anyway, once I return to the Association, they'll all be dead!

"Lancer, I have some things to do. You stay here and continue with the task I assigned you!"

He paused, then added...

"I believe you are a valiant knight and servant, so fight to your heart's content and don't worry about me."

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Kenneth decisively abandoned his Servant Kaijun, while Diarmuid, though puzzled as to why his Master had suddenly changed his ways, was still very happy with the approval from his master, a Servant whose mind was full of chivalry and the thrill of battle.

"My lord... I will certainly not fail in my mission!"

Diarmuid responded with great emotion.

Kenneth's lips twitched slightly; his feelings towards Diarmuid were quite complex. On one hand, there was anger at being bullied, but on the other hand, there was also guilt for driving him to his death.

Perhaps he really isn't someone with a magician's mentality.

However, Kenneth will soon realize that once he gets involved in this mess, he can't just leave whenever he wants!

Kenneth had barely made his escape when he immediately read 189. [Fate/Zero] Rebirth of Kenneth and Demon Lord:

Two demonic hounds, one black and one white, suddenly pounced from the shadows, but Diarmuid sliced ​​them into mincemeat in less than a second.

Before the attack had stopped, accompanied by a buzzing sound, a giant owl-shaped monster with a wingspan of more than ten meters flew in from the sky!

Wreathed in purple lightning, it surged and struck, the purple lightning engulfing Diarmuid!

A familiar? Was it a magician who attacked me? Or a Caster?

Diarmuid's mind raced, but his hands moved with lightning speed.

For Diarmuid, who possessed B-rank magic resistance, this lightning bolt would cause almost no damage. So, after assessing the situation, he gave up on dodging.

Despite the relentless lightning strikes, Diarmuid leaped nearly a hundred meters into the air, then unleashed a barrage of dozens of slashes with both guns in a single instant, instantly destroying the owl-like monster!

All that remained on his body were a tiny, insignificant scorch mark.

"Hiss—!!!"

But the instant he landed, a pale serpent nearly a hundred meters long suddenly burst from the ground beneath Diarmuid's feet and swallowed him whole in an instant!

Did it fail? No, for a Servant, this kind of familiar's attack is far from enough.

Even though Diarmuid is a Servant who lacks a powerful Noble Phantasm, his stats are still quite good among Servants.

Swiftly, hissing sounds emanated from the serpent's interior. Then, with a desperate cry of despair, Diarmuid tore open the serpent's belly and burst forth!

"All show and no substance!"

Diarmuid offered this assessment of the monsters that had repeatedly attacked him: they were all show and no substance.

Although his appearance and physique are intimidating, his strength is far from matching his imposing size. At the very least, his magical power does not match his appearance.

If Diarmuid had encountered a monster of that size in his time, even he would have needed to do his best to deal with it.

After all, he died at the hands of a monster boar the size of a mountain.

"Very interesting."

Observing from the shadows, Su Nuo watched Diarmuid's performance with amusement, pondering...

The power he gained when he descended as a Servant encompassed all his states during his Shinjuku period, including the ten Shadow Arts of the Zenin family.

This is a technique that can summon different shikigami, but just like that, most of these shikigami can only be used to deal with mobs or gather intelligence.

The 'Jade Dog', 'Nue', and 'Orochi' that he had just used were completely ineffective against the opponent, so Sukuna also stopped his plan to summon 'All Things' to continue gathering information.

Let's just send the one most capable of gathering intelligence.

"I wonder if we need to adjust the amplitude again."

Su Nuo, hidden in the shadows, spoke these words, then clenched his fists into a mudra, his eyes filled with pleasure, and murmured a prayer.

"Bulibu... Yura Yura..."

As Su Nuo chanted softly, the next moment, countless shadows gathered at his feet, thick and sticky like a pool of writhing oil.

"Is it there?!"

Diarmuid immediately sensed the flow of this cursed power and rushed towards it without hesitation!

However, Sukuna's remaining two hands launched an attack at the same time.

"untie!"

Dozens of invisible and extremely fast slashes flowed through the air. Sensing a strong threat, Diarmuid stopped his charge and wielded his dual pistols in succession, shattering those attacks that were too fast for humans to catch!

—If my speculation is correct, this heroic spirit is even faster than I was after I took on flesh!

Although this body was somehow modified to resemble the approximate outline of the possessed self after possession, and even possessed all the spells and artifacts from the Shinjuku period, it was ultimately limited by the physical form. To regain the absolutely complete form through possession, one would have to use a so-called 'Noble Phantasm'.

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Even so, this short period of time was enough to delay Diarmuid's attack, and Su Nuo, having completed the spell, smiled happily at Diarmuid.

"Eight-Handed Sword...Divine General of the Otherworldly Rings..."

"Demon Void Luo..."

"boom--!!!"

As the last note fell, the space behind Su Nuo twisted and expanded in an instant, and then a huge figure bound by layers of pale white bandages emerged from the void and became real!

In its initial state, it was five meters long, its outline exuding an eerie aura that blended holiness and violence. Diarmuid gripped his twin pistols tightly, defending against the caster's relentless slashes, a strong sense of unease lingering within him.

Crash! Crash! Crash!

Accompanied by a teeth-grinding cracking sound, the object bound by white bandages was completely exposed in the air!

It was a humanoid monster with pure, pale white skin. Its head had no facial features, only a mouth without lips, exposing the gums and sharp teeth, along with four pale wings that served as eyes and a tail-like thing that floated behind its head.

A huge Dharma wheel floated above his head, and a sword was wrapped around the back of his right hand, a sword that gave Diarmuid a sense of apprehension.

Eight-Handed Sword, Different Ring, God General, Demon Void!

"While it would be fun to fight you directly, I think there are just too many eyes watching us here."

Having completed the summoning of Maxulo, Su Nu lowered his four hands, and after confirming that no further subjugation was needed, he looked at Diarmuid and smiled.

"Give it your all, hero!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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The moment Demon Lord appeared, he rushed in front of Diarmuid without hesitation and attacked!

His pale right hand, bulging with muscles, was raised high. The moment it fell, it brought down the demon-slaying sword that could easily kill cursed spirits. The shrill whistling sound that tore through the air made the listeners' teeth ache!

Diarmuid's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly retreated, narrowly avoiding the sword as it fell to his feet.

Where the blade landed, the earth ripped apart, the cracked ground testifying to the destructive power of the strike. But more than the mere physical damage, Diarmuid was worried about the blade itself.

Is it some kind of enchanted weapon, or some strange treasure, that carries a powerful expulsion effect on spirits?

A direct hit to himself wouldn't necessarily kill Diarmuid, but the direct damage effect would probably be no less than his own 'Crimson Rose of Magic,' or even greater!

However, despite all this, it is nothing more than a monster without any sense of self!

Diarmuid's spear blades shot out simultaneously, one piercing his heart and the other his brain, while they churned around!

For a living organism, this is enough to cause death.

But what about monsters that have no weaknesses?

When Moxulu raised his fist again, Diarmuid decisively pushed it away, confirming that it would be difficult to destroy this monster with simple physical attacks.