Crossover Anime: I Became Invincible Starting as an Ajin

If it were any other request, Kiritsugu Emiya would likely find a reason to object.

However, as Einstein's wife, Kiritsugu Emiya was equally worried about his safety.

Furthermore, it's somewhat inappropriate to separate such a young child as Ilya from her parents.

It would be better to let Einstein accompany Ilya as she grows up as her mother.

Kiritsugu Emiya hoped that Illya could have a normal life.

If his wish is fulfilled in this Holy Grail War, then all of humanity will be able to attain happiness.

Therefore, Kiritsugu Emiya fought with everything on his shoulders.

However, the current situation is clearly unfavorable, as even the strongest ace, Saber, has failed in the confrontation.

Einstein's body may have been tampered with by that Caster, and no one can tell what exactly is wrong with it at the moment.

We can only wait for the Einstein family's test results.

"Can you tell who the other person's caster is?"

Kiritsugu Emiya asked Saber Artoria.

Artoria shook her head.

"I can't tell who the other person is, but they have a few very obvious characteristics."

Emiya Kiritsugu frowned.

Logically, if obvious characteristics can be discerned, the identity of the Heroic Spirit should naturally emerge.

But judging from Artoria's words, things don't seem to be that simple.

Artoria recounted the entire battle in detail to Kiritsugu Emiya.

Emiya Kiritsugu also had a headache after hearing this.

"Runic script, black familiar, produces black particles upon death..."

His brows were furrowed, and his fingers tapped unconsciously on the table.

These clues are indeed quite clear.

However, it is precisely because it is so distinct that the identity of that heroic spirit is so difficult to fathom.

Kiritsugu Emiya muttered to himself, his mind racing to search for possible targets.

For a magician, understanding history and historical figures is an essential course.

Almost every magic trick performed by a modern magician can be traced back to ancient times.

But this time, Kiritsugu Emiya was just as confused.

"Indeed, as you say," Kiritsugu Emiya's voice was somewhat hoarse, "It seems to have a strong target audience, but Servants who meet these criteria..."

"Historically, the sorcerers who possessed runes, both in terms of their legendary backgrounds and the forms they took, do not seem to perfectly fit this specific combination..."

Following Kiritsugu Emiya's usual practice, he preferred to guide other Heroic Spirits to fight against this mysterious Heroic Spirit.

This allows the heroic spirit to reveal more information.

But now, the other party has done something to Einstein.

This put Kiritsugu Emiya's side in a passive position.

Saber Artoria nodded solemnly: "Master, although we haven't been able to identify its true name, its danger is beyond doubt."

"We must find a solution as soon as possible."

Thinking about how he had failed to stop the other party's actions and caused Einstein to suffer unknown injuries, he was filled with self-blame and an urgent need to fight.

Although it's not clear what impact it has had, neither Artoria nor Kiritsugu Emiya believed that the other hadn't done anything.

Surely it's not for treating Einstein's illness?

"A solution..."

Kiritsugu Emiya lit a cigarette, and his face became even more obscured by the wisps of smoke.

"The most urgent task is to wait for the Einsfield family's test results. We must find out exactly what that thing did to her and whether it's reversible."

At this moment, the safety of his family outweighed even his desire for the Holy Grail.

"At the same time," Kiritsugu Emiya took a deep drag on his cigarette, his tone returning to its usual coldness, "we need more information about the other Servants and Masters, especially those who have fought against Caster before."

"We can't let him continue operating in the shadows. Even if we kill all of his familiars, it won't have much of an impact on him in the end."

Artoria nodded and drove off on a motorcycle from the base.

As a Heroic Spirit, she can be active all day long and does not need to sleep like humans.

And the person most likely to detect the Heroic Spirit is Artoria.

Under the same moonlight, Artoria rode her motorcycle like a black phantom through the night, cautiously traversing Fuyuki City.

As Artoria passed by the Matou family's residence, she felt a slight sluggishness in the flow of magic within her body.

Artoria was startled, immediately recalling the runes Caster had used during the battle.

It's astonishing that they were able to utilize runes on such a large scale, and to set up barriers so quickly, especially after just two battles between heroic spirits.

The control over such magic is truly astonishing.

In this situation, it's clear that we are no match for the opponent.

Artoria quickly drove her motorcycle away from the barrier's area. With such a barrier in place, almost all the magicians and heroic spirits knew her location.

It seems this caster is truly fearless and arrogant.

Of course, Wang Bai had no idea about this after setting up the barrier.

With the sole purpose of preventing future Servants from escaping again using Command Spells, he set up the barrier and went straight to sleep.

boom--

The sky was clear and starry, yet thunder suddenly roared.

The unusual thunder caught Artoria's attention. She frowned, realizing something, and immediately rushed towards the source of the sound.

When she arrived at the source of the thunder, it was an empty space.

Two heroic spirits stood at either end.

The majestic spirit, draped in a magnificent scarlet cloak, rode a chariot drawn by two bulls, the lightning from the divine wheels illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime.

He looked down at the person blocking his way, his voice like thunder echoing across the sea: "I never expected someone would attempt to ambush my Master, the Conqueror King! Who goes there? Dare to state your name?!"

A tall, handsome heroic spirit with a prominent black mole under his left eye emerged slowly from the shadows, his face showing shame.

"I am Diarmuid Ua Ua Duibhne, First Master of the Knights of Fiona, paying homage to the Conqueror!"

"This was not my intention. My Master directly used a Command Spell to order me to do this. My Master and your Master seem to have some special relationship. I just wanted to teach them a lesson, not kill them."

These two were none other than Iskandar the Conqueror and Diarmuid.

Kenneth and Diarmuid wanted to find a place to conduct some tests and research on beings like Heroic Spirits, which might be useful for obtaining funding.

It was in this place that they encountered Weber, who had brought Iskandar out to receive Iskandar's education.

Weber did not conduct any reconnaissance or vigilance using any magical means; Iskandar had always delegated such matters to his subordinates, and he had no idea of ​​this.

Kenneth naturally discovered it.

That was a relic that cost a fortune, and it was stolen by Waver, who then took it upon himself to participate in the Holy Grail War.

Kenneth could imagine what Webber was thinking even with his eyes closed.

It must be to win the Holy Grail War and thus prove that his theory of bloodline, which he taught in class, is wrong.

In class, he was questioned about his attitude as a scholar because he tore up Weber's magnum opus.

If Weber's papers were theoretical writings on topics such as forensics, even he would have approved them.

But Weber chose a paper that was a practical discussion of magic, something he was simply not cut out for.

Naturally, Kenneth ordered Diarmuid to take direct action and teach this delusional student a lesson.

After Diarmuid refused Kenneth's order to launch a sneak attack, Kenneth, for some reason, also began to get agitated.

Normally, he would try to tell Diarmuid the truth, but now, driven by these emotions, Kenneth used a Command Spell to make Diarmuid attack directly.

This led to the scene that Artoria initially saw.

"Lord El-Melloi, is that you?!"

After hearing Diarmuid's explanation, Waver immediately realized that the other's Master was none other than his teacher in the Minerals Department.

That exceptional genius of the Clock Tower.

Even though Weber disagreed with Kenneth's elite status and theories, he still acknowledged Kenneth's abilities.

But Waver participated in the Holy Grail War precisely to prove his correctness in front of the Clock Tower elites led by Kenneth.

"snort!"

Kenneth snorted coldly in response to Webber's question, and did not show himself at all.

Diarmuid's sneak attack was actually blocked by the Servant next to Waver.

The relic that allowed Waver to summon Heroic Spirits was probably a fragment of the Conqueror's Cloak that he stole from himself.

So, what is the identity of the Heroic Spirit next to Waver, and what was the Heroic Spirit's self-introduction just now?

It can be confirmed that it was Iskandar, the Conqueror.

Surprisingly, the student actually managed to summon this ace.

However, this king's condition doesn't seem quite normal.

But after thinking for a moment, Kenneth used magic to amplify his voice, mocking Waver without revealing his location:

"I never imagined that my disciple would dare to question me so brazenly after stealing my master's sacred relic?"

Kenneth, who was completely on the right track at this moment, left Weber speechless.

Having stolen his teacher's relic, Waver had no idea what to say.

Iskandar, who was standing to the side, was also a little embarrassed, as Weber had told him about this beforehand.

But he didn't expect to run into the victim so soon.

No matter what, this kid is his Master, and he's very much to his liking.

Iskandar's hearty laughter shifted the blame onto Webber:

"This was indeed my ally Waver's mistake. I apologize to you on behalf of my ally, in the name of Iskandar the Conqueror. If it weren't for Waver's accident, you would probably be my Master. But now that my Master is Waver, I naturally have to form a united front with my ally. I think you should understand that."

Kenneth was slightly taken aback, not expecting that the other party, a historically renowned king, would apologize in such a humble manner.

Her dissatisfaction with Waver lessened slightly, but then she remembered that such a Heroic Spirit should have been summoned by herself, and her dissatisfaction increased even more.

After a brief silence, Kenneth's voice came again from all directions:

"Since the King of Conquerors has spoken, I'll definitely give him face and let you off this time, Waver..."

Upon hearing Kenneth's words, Weber felt a sudden sense of relief.

Given Kenneth's position, he wouldn't easily go back on his word.

"Hmph," Kenneth sneered again, "You may escape death, but you won't escape punishment. When you return, you'll need to compensate for the cost of using the relics, and you must immediately abandon the Holy Grail War and go back to the Clock Tower!"

Weber's expression changed drastically upon hearing the second half of the sentence.

Clenching his fists, he shouted with all his might, "I accept the compensation issue in its entirety, but it's impossible for me to give up the Holy Grail War now. This war has a different meaning for me now."

"I must prove the correctness of my theory to Lord El-Melloi head-on, and this war is not something I can decide alone."

Kenneth was immediately enraged. He had already let the other party off the hook, but the man was still ungrateful and insisted on courting death in the Holy Grail War!

"Hahaha!"

Kenneth's mood was interrupted by Iskandar's hearty laughter.

"As expected of one of my Masters who summoned me, seeing you trembling like that, I thought you'd back down immediately!"

Then, Iskandar stepped in front of Waver and said directly, "Since my Master has said so, then let's have a match."

Kenneth fell silent and said nothing more, but issued the order to fight directly through the contract.

He took out a test tube, and a silver liquid dripped from it.

Diarmuid twirled the yellow rose in his hand into a deadly arc, the tip of the spear drooping slightly—the highest courtesy before a knightly duel.

At this moment, Diarmuid naturally understood the truth of the matter and couldn't help but feel ashamed.

He had misunderstood his Master, which made him even more contrary to the will of his own world.

The sea breeze ruffled his dark green hair, and sorrow burned in his eyes, yet at the same time, it carried a resolute determination.

Even if the enemy is the infamous King of Conquerors, he will use the spear in his hand to fulfill his master's wish.

"Hand over the boy who stole my Master's belongings!"

Iskandar, the Conqueror, stood atop his divine chariot, his scarlet cloak fluttering in the night wind.

His imposing figure was as majestic as a mountain, and his amber eyes burned with the flames of battle intent.

"Come forth, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne! Let me witness the strength of the chief knight of the Fiona Knights!"

Opposite him, Diarmuid elegantly held his twin pistols; in the moonlight, his figure was like a silent poem.

His blond hair danced lightly in the night breeze, and his handsome face carried the composure and determination unique to a knight.

The red and yellow roses gleamed ominously in his hands—one capable of shattering all magical defenses, the other of inflicting an incurable curse.

"King Iskandar, it is my honor, Diarmuid, to fight a hero like you." Diarmuid nodded slightly, his knightly etiquette perfectly displayed. "However, I will never show mercy out of respect."