Crossover Anime: Collecting Treasures from All Worlds Starting with Type-Moon

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"I'm sorry... Master, it's just as you thought. I'm very sorry that I dragged you down in this Holy Grail War. I'm so sorry!"

As she spoke, the beautiful girl jumped up from her chair and made a dogeza (a traditional Chinese way of bowing) gesture towards Rin to show her sincerity.

"Huh? What are you doing?! Get up!" Rin Tohsaka was dumbfounded by Okita Souji's sudden actions. What was he doing?

After hurriedly helping her up, the genius swordswoman explained with some helplessness the reason for her low basic attributes.

"As you all know, in the original history, I was chronically ill. When I was about seventeen or eighteen years old, I had to step down from my position in the Shinsengumi because my illness was too severe. However, even so, after four years of recuperation, I still inevitably passed away."

... .. ...

"What I didn't expect was that such an experience would cause people in later generations to rewrite their opinion of me based on their impressions, adding a 'sickly genius swordsman' to the original genius swordsman. Over time, this impression actually became a curse and turned into my inherent skill."

The young swordswoman gave a wry smile. Generally speaking, the inherent skills are what each Servant was best at in their lifetime, or are derived from the most famous myths, histories, or legends. Each Servant has inherent skills with completely different effects.

But when it came to me, it became a debuff instead, which really made me feel a deep sense of malice.

"Miss Rin's magical talent is excellent, I can feel it. If it were any other Sevent, they would definitely be much better than me. Therefore, I apologize to you again!"

With that, the commander bowed deeply once more.

“No, how can you blame yourself for this? You suffered this pain while you were alive, yet you still can’t escape it after death…” Rin said with some guilt, realizing that she had completely misunderstood this excellent swordsman.

"It's okay! Let's work together! I want to fight to the very end with you all. I can feel it; you are all trustworthy friends!"

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Chapter 284: Seizing the Command Seals - Internal Strife Within the Black Faction (Please Subscribe!)

"This...what's going on..."

Fiore stared blankly at the obese middle-aged man in front of her, whose eyes were rolled back and who was foaming at the mouth. As the candidate for patriarch of the Thousand World Tree Clan, she understood very well why her uncle had become like this.

This is an attack by soul magic.

Soul magic is a rare magic passed down through generations of the Yggdrasil clan. It is precisely because of this magic that the Yggdrasil clan has been able to stand tall in Northern Europe for nine hundred years. However, as the Yggdrasil clan's magic circuits continue to degenerate, fewer and fewer people are able to learn this magic.

Now, the only person who truly possesses this magic is the clan chief, Danick Preston Yggdomerena. It is precisely because of this magic that he is able to maintain his youth and keep his appearance in his twenties.

The price of "623" is the loss of countless newborn babies' lives and the constant risk of one's own mental collapse.

"As you can see, he is unwilling to obey my orders, so I have to resort to some extreme measures."

The blue-haired youth spoke coldly, while two scarlet Command Seals appeared on the back of his right hand.

Let's rewind to last night.

"Gold, come with me for a moment, I have something important to tell you."

After adjourning the impromptu meeting, Danic strode toward his office in the castle, his mind a jumble of thoughts and an inexplicable sense of panic.

Lancer's elimination is absolutely devastating news.

First, we need to clarify a concept: the current Yggdrasilena are not the Yggdrasilena in the traditional sense.

Around eighty years ago, when Danic had just made his debut, the signs of decline of the Yggdmirena family were already becoming increasingly obvious. Danic himself can be said to be the last glory of the family.

As the magic circuits of a family's descendants become increasingly thin, they eventually return to mediocrity and become ordinary humans. Such a thing would be an absolute tragedy for any family, as the family's centuries-old or millennia-old heritage would be lost, and they would fall from being high-ranking magicians to ordinary people.

How can anyone accept this?

Therefore, the magician who mocked him, saying, "In less than sixty years, the Yggdrasil clan will definitely disappear from the mystical realm," was not without reason. Although the family tried its best to keep the news of this matter under wraps, it was impossible to guarantee that some people would still hear the rumors.

The dream of the Yggdrasilnia family, which had struggled for hundreds of years within the Clock Tower to become nobles, was thus shattered, and he himself became an object of contempt.

Therefore, even though he later became a second-level lecturer and even obtained the rare "Grand Rank" title through various means, he was still ridiculed by the magicians of the great families. They looked at him as if he were a pitiful worm.

Since the decline of the family was inevitable, he had to find a way to at least superficially continue the family line. So he abandoned the reputation and glory that the Thousand World Tree Clan had built up over hundreds of years on the road to nobility, and began to take in wandering magicians and dark magicians on a large scale.

These beings would normally be sealed away, arrested, or even killed. He promised the Magicians' Association that he would take good care of them and prevent them from causing trouble.

The Magicians' Association was also happy to see him, this sucker, taking the initiative to take on the trouble—99% of the wandering magicians and black magicians were terrible in terms of skill and magic level, and no matter how many they took in, they were just as fragile as paper and would crumble at the slightest touch.

Therefore, the association is not worried at all that he will expand his power through these magicians.

Danic separated the family's already scarce magical imprints from them to confirm their identities, and at the same time provided them with the resources that the family had accumulated over nearly a thousand years, hoping to strengthen their power.

However, he soon became utterly disappointed. Just as the Magicians' Association had predicted, bloodline was indeed an extremely important factor in the magic world. No matter how you train a rotten fish, it will still be a rotten fish.

The wandering magicians were overjoyed to be free from their daily lives of fear and hunger, and to have money and magic crests to collect. All they had to do was claim to be members of the Yggdrasil clan and add a surname prefix.

The result of Danic's actions was that although the Yggdrasil clan did appear to have grown stronger, it was all an illusion. The wandering magicians had very little sense of belonging to the clan and only saw them as objects to be used.

It has to be said that this was a major blunder in his plan. He would never have done this if it weren't for the need to gather allies who were qualified to be Masters.

Gold can be considered a representative of these magicians. Born into the impoverished noble family of Mujik, he despises Yggdmirena from the bottom of his heart, yet he has no choice but to rely on it temporarily.

Given the chance, he might defect immediately.

"The family was already extremely unstable, especially after I openly declared my opposition to the Clock Tower, some magicians mutinied. Fortunately, with the help of Vlad III, I barely established this authority through a massacre."

"But now that Vlad III has been eliminated, I, as the clan chief and commander, don't even have a single Sevent under my command. Although it doesn't seem to be a problem for now, it's hard to say what will happen in the future..."

Thinking of this, Danic couldn't help but bite his lip hard, as if he wanted to draw blood. That damned Red Rider was abnormally strong; he had even defeated Vlad III.

"Clang clang clang."

Just as he was carefully considering his future plans, the obese magician knocked on the office door.

"You're looking for me, Danic."

Gold walked in with a smug air. Danic had lost Lancer, and now the strongest Saber on their side was his own Sevent, while Fie 1.9 Orei was his cousin.

No matter how you look at it, Danic has already lost power. It's unlikely that he'll be able to command him with an attitude of entitlement again. Just thinking about this makes him feel incredibly happy. Is there anything more enjoyable than this?

For a time, he even stopped using the usual respectful title "Clan Chief" and started calling him by his given name.

"Yes, that's right. I've been thinking about many things lately, Gold. I don't need to elaborate on your importance to our family. Your alchemy skills are arguably the best in our clan, and your magic is absolutely top-notch..."

While smiling and showering the obese middle-aged man in front of him with compliments, Danic secretly activated the magic circuits within his body.

Chapter 285: The Tragedy of a Dragon-Slaying Hero - Stubbornness (Please Subscribe!)

"Aaaaaaah!!! What is this?! What is this?!"

The obese magician watched in horror as countless indescribable monsters swarmed towards him, chuckling and laughing incessantly before swallowing him whole without hesitation!

Danic calmly watched Gold rolling around frantically in front of his desk, a slightly mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Now, Gold, transfer all your Command Seals to me..."

On the other side of the castle, Siegfried calmly gazed at the tranquil starry sky in the distance, while the image of a spearman clad in golden armor floated into his mind.

As a hero without desires, Siegfried's only wish was to fight powerful enemies; he had no other desires.

However, at that moment, a ripple suddenly stirred in his otherwise calm heart, as if something extraordinary was about to happen.

"Is something wrong with Master?"

A hint of worry appeared on his face, but it quickly turned into a wry smile.

"No, even if something happens to Master, he probably won't need my help. If I go there, I'll only make him angry and cause him trouble."

After summoning all the Sevents, the Black faction's Master and their respective Sevents had necessary exchanges to understand each other's personalities, temperaments, desires, and so on.

This communication is not useless; on the contrary, it is very useful. The most important thing between Master and Sevent is communication. Only in this way can they confidently entrust their backs to each other in future battles.

Pairs like Fiore and Chiron, Caules and Frankenstein, and Roger and Avisbro are all partners with excellent chemistry and compatibility.

Of course, there are also those who are particularly incompatible, such as Serenica and Astolfo, or Hyoma Sagara and Jack the Ripper. Some of them can be reconciled. For example, Astolfo can barely accept some of Serenica's excessive demands.

Some conflicts are irreconcilable; Jack the Ripper killed Hyoma Sagara the moment he was summoned. But in any case, not communicating is an extremely foolish thing to do.

And Gold actually did just that.

The moment he summoned her, he ordered Siegfried to remain silent and not to reveal her true name to the rest of the Black Faction. Apart from Danic and Lancer, the Black Faction members, who were allies, did not even know the true name of their strongest class, Saber.

Moreover, after being asked about Siegfried's wishes and receiving the answer, "I have no wishes," his distrust of Siegfried deepened, and he always felt that Siegfried had "absolutely malicious and ulterior motives."

Such a relationship between a Master and Sevent is destined to have no good outcome. For example, in the righteous world, Kiritsugu Emiya and Artoria never stopped their misunderstanding and suspicion from the beginning to the end of the Holy Grail War.

"I wonder how that homunculus is doing now. Chiron told me in the front hall that he has successfully escaped and is on a ship heading to Greenland. I hope he has a smooth journey. Sieg... Sieg."

"Actually, I'm not someone people envy."

Just as the dragon-slaying hero was contemplating the future of a certain android, his contract with his Master was broken.

"Oops!"

Although there was absolutely no affection between the two, one of Siegfried's wishes was to serve his Master well until the very end. The contract with his Master was suddenly severed out of nowhere, something must have happened!

He immediately mobilized all his magic power and rushed towards the place where the magic power was cut off at an extremely fast speed. His B-level agility was pushed to the limit at this moment. In just a few seconds, the gray knight's greatsword directly cut through the door of Danic's office!

"boom!"

As the expensive sandalwood door slammed to the floor, Siegfried's pupils constricted sharply.

"What have you done to my Master, Mr. Danic? I know you are the chieftain and commander of the Black Faction, but if you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, then the demonic sword in my hand will definitely not let you go!"

Looking at Gold lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth, Siegfried felt his blood rush to his head, as if filled with boundless rage, while at the same time he felt deep self-reproach.

"If... if only I had noticed something was wrong and come over then, Master wouldn't be in this state now..."

His eyes were bloodshot, and the magic power in his body was boiling. If it weren't for the fact that Danic was the commander-in-chief of the Black Faction, he would have already killed him with a single blow.

"Humph."