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

The spear thrust out.

Time seemed to slow down. Shirou could see the patterns on the spear tip and feel the chill of approaching death. He thought of Kiritsugu, Medea, Sakura, and many other things.

"I...can't die yet..."

He tried to move, but fear made his limbs stiff. The gun tip drew closer and closer, aimed directly at his heart.

At that very moment, a golden sword flew in with a narrow escape, deflecting Lancer's casually thrusting spear.

"Remember to properly thank me afterward for helping you, Emiya!!!"

That familiar, proud and smug voice rang out beside Shirou Emiya. He looked up in surprise and called out the name of the guy with the kelp-like haircut.

"Shinji?"

Shinji Matou crossed his arms and looked smugly at Shirou, holding a book in his hand. Standing next to him was a man with short blond hair, wearing half-body golden armor and holding an equally ornate sword.

"Take him down, Saber!"

Shinji Matou raised the book of false patrons in his hand, pointed it at Lancer opposite him, and shouted loudly.

"Oh, so you're Saber?" Lancer looked at the man before her with a scrutinizing gaze, then raised the demonic spear in her hand.

"Let me see what you've got!"

A sharp red light flashed once more, carrying the precision and lethality of a scorpion, and the seemingly valiant young swordsman in front of him raised his sword to meet it.

Three seconds later, the golden sword in his hand flew out, spinning as it went.

Shinji Matou's smug expression froze on his face, and he trembled as he cursed loudly.

"Aren't you supposed to be the strongest Saber? How come you're so useless!"

Then Saber didn't hesitate and ran away, cursing as she went.

"I've already told you, don't send the commander to the front lines!"

"And to be honest—why am I a Saber? Shouldn't I be a Rider or Lancer?!"

Shinji Matou and Shirou Emiya stared at each other wide-eyed.

Two seconds later, they looked at Lancer on the other side.

The unlucky blue-clad rifleman also put away his gun, frowning as he watched the fleeing figure disappear into the distance.

"He...is he really a Saber?"

While his physical strength might not be considered exceptional, the fact that he lacked the necessary strength for a swordsman was already a critical issue; the real problem lay elsewhere.

Can a servant who has almost no martial arts skills, shows little courage, and can unhesitatingly abandon their master in a critical moment really meet the prerequisites for being a Saber?

"Forget it," Laner shook his head, deciding not to think about it anymore. He raised his gun, ready to take out the two guys in front of him first.

The spear thrust out instantly, and this time, no one would protect Shirou.

The spear veered off course and pierced through Shinji Matou's face as he stared in utter astonishment.

He looked at Shirou Emiya beside him in disbelief, only to see a semi-transparent light appear on Shirou's chest, and it was this light that deflected Lancer's attack.

"Significant magical skill, and this magic power... Kid, are you a Master too?"

Lancer drew her demonic spear, not even glancing at Shinji Matou, who lay dead on the ground with his eyes wide open, but looking at Shirou Emiya with interest.

The magic that deflected his magic spear attack came from within this kid's body, but neither his reaction nor his appearance seemed to be his own magic.

Moreover, after the activation just now, the magical illusion covering Shirou's hand was also torn off, and the bright red markings undoubtedly belonged to the participants of the Holy Grail War.

Wow, a small high school actually produced three participants in the Holy Grail War. What a place with outstanding people and resources!

Just then, Nero arrived from the other side.

The petite young emperor was also holding a girl a head taller than her in one arm. Rin Tohsaka struggled to jump down from Nero's arms, her cheeks still flushed, and she was still muttering complaints under her breath.

"How could you just reveal your real name like that..."

When she looked closer, she saw one lying on the ground and another standing in front of him.

"Emiya-kun? And..." Rin Tohsaka was somewhat surprised that a classmate she rarely knew was involved in the Holy Grail War, while she glanced at Shinji Matou lying on the ground and then moved on.

After all, he was a member of the Matou family, so it was normal for him to participate in the Holy Grail War, and it was also normal for him to die here so suddenly.

Just then, Saber, who had fled, suddenly came running back with a scream.

Why?!

He screamed, as if he had seen some nightmare, something terrible.

Or rather—

"Why do I have to run into my yandere, landmine-wielding ex-wife in the Holy Grail War?!"

Medea, who landed like a giant moth with her cloak billowing out, stared expressionlessly at the fleeing Saber. After confirming that Shirou was unharmed, she said coldly...

"I don't want to see you here either, Jason!"

Medea and Jason are indeed meeting for the first time in the Holy Grail War, and as for that unlucky blue lancer next to him, let's just call him by his dog name.

"Master, are you alright?" Medea landed beside Shirou, checking him over with concern, and asked unhappily.

"How many times have I told you not to wander around outside after sunset! If I hadn't prepared for you, you would be dead!"

"Excuse me, Caster... could you please stop hugging me like this?"

Shirou felt a little guilty and embarrassed, but he tried to pull his hand away from Medea's embrace without success; a soft touch continued to grip his arm.

Medea maintained her forced smile and hugged Shirou even tighter.

"Hey, buddy, you'd better stay away from that witch next to you."

Jason looked at Medea and Shirou embracing each other and said in a tone of someone who had been through it all

"She's a classic yandere with a landmine; be careful if you're with her, or you might wake up one day to find yourself cut into eight pieces!"

“Shirou is nothing like you. My Master is an honest and reliable good man,” Medea said disdainfully, looking at Jason.

There's juicy gossip! There's juicy gossip!

Everyone present has heard of the story of Jason and Medea, and even people like Nero know more about it.

—Ex-wife, ex-husband, and a current boyfriend who is suspected to be the ex-wife!

In an instant, everyone present abandoned their fighting intentions and stopped fighting in unison. From Rin Tohsaka to Cú Chulainn to Nero, they all wanted to watch this family drama unfold.

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"Don't worry, witch! Just stay away from me."

Jason pursed his lips, but Medea's forced smile grew even more sinister.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're not planning to make a move here, are you?" Jason glanced at the Servants and Masters watching the show from the sidelines.

"You were summoned as a Caster, right? Witch, this isn't your territory right now."

Indeed it is

Even if Jason is a dubious character who was somehow given the Saber class, Medea still has to be wary of him, because she knows exactly what the effects of his Noble Phantasm are.

Medea wasn't sure how many people would respond to Jason's call in the current situation, but there was a high probability that he would actually be summoned by Hercules.

The only problem is—how much magic power his Master can provide.

Medea could tell at a glance that Shinji Matou's corpse was not Jason's Master, but a fake who used a magic tool that transferred Command Seals to pretend to control Jason.

The one observing from the shadows was Jason's Master, so Medea had to temporarily suppress her idea of ​​killing Jason here and cutting off his head to make a staff.

After all, Lancer is still here, although I still have a trump card to deal with this problem...

"Hey, is it over?" Cú Chulainn curled his lip in boredom, twirling his magic spear and planting it in the ground.

"So, are you still going to fight or not?"

Now is definitely not a good time to continue fighting. The family drama has ruined the originally tense atmosphere, and there are just too many Servants here now.

The Holy Grail War is ultimately a high-pressure battle royale game, and the principle that whoever fires first loses will never change.

However, there are still some actors who haven't appeared tonight.

Or perhaps, seeing such a lively scene, they were eager to join in the fun!

The sky, which had already turned pitch black, was suddenly filled with a sound that seemed to tear the heavens apart.

The sound was so shrill, like the buzzing of a thousand birds, yet to some, it was so familiar.

"That arrow sound, could it be—" Jason's expression was a mixture of surprise and delight.

The next moment, countless 'birds' fell from the sky.

Or rather, those were a dozen or so strange birds that had been transformed from surveillance devices and were flying in the air.

A mechanical bird, its body made of metal and covered in sharp feathers, soared through the air, spreading its wings like a bomb bay and unleashing a continuous barrage of metallic feathers at the ground!

The sudden, all-encompassing attack forced all Servants and Masters present to retreat quickly. As they retreated, the attack covered a radius of hundreds of meters around where they had just stood with a dense barrage of arrows!

Oh, and there's also Shinji Matou's corpse lying on the ground.

It's hard to say what happened before, but he's definitely dead now.

As Cú Chulainn leaped away, he sprinted along the walls, making his way across the ninety-degree angle as if it were flat ground.

The incoming arrows were completely deflected by his 'Arrow Avoidance' buff, and as he charged to the highest point, he swung his magic spear and instantly shredded the strange birds.

At the same time, he also saw the mastermind behind the attack on everyone!

He stood on the top of a building not far from the campus.

He fired an arrow blindly into the air, summoning dozens of strange birds that forced them all to retreat.

Even so, Cú Chulainn could be certain, absolutely certain, that this attack was merely one of his many trump cards!

When Cú Chulainn saw him, he also saw Cú Chulainn.

No—even before him, before Cú Chulainn took action, he had already locked onto Lancer as he leaped into the air!

A strong sense of crisis, even fear, crept up Cú Chulainn's spine like a bone-deep infection the moment their eyes met.

His muscles and skin were bronze with a deep metallic sheen, an undeniably battle-hardened physique, and his body, as solid as steel, was covered with lightning bolt marks.