Type-Moon: Star Redemption of Arthur Pendragon

The curtain of the Holy Grail War was silently raised the moment Fuyuki City was completely shrouded in night.

Tohsaka Residence, an underground magic workshop.

The flickering candlelight cast Tokiomi Tohsaka's tall figure onto the stone wall.

After seeing his wife and daughter off, the head of the Tohsaka family completely shed his tenderness as a father and husband, replacing it with the extreme rationality and arrogance of a magician.

Having summoned the ancient king Gilgamesh and possessing the knight king Arthur as his trump card, Tokiomi's confidence had now reached its peak.

"Kirei." Tokiomi turned around and looked at his disciple, who had been standing respectfully in the shadows.

"Yes, teacher." Kirei Kotomine lowered his eyes, his voice as still as a stagnant pool, devoid of any emotion.

"Starting tonight, all restrictions on Assassin movement will be lifted." Tokiomi swirled the wine in his glass, his eyes cold and sharp.

"Spread your spies throughout every corner of Fuyuki, not just those Masters who are active in the open. I allow you to conduct high-risk investigations."

Tokiomi paused, his tone now tinged with apprehension and disgust:

"Especially the Einzbern family, that man Kiritsugu Emiya, without the pride and bottom line of a magus, he is a venomous snake lurking in the shadows."

"Yes, ma'am."

Kirei bowed slightly, and in that instant, a rare, dark light flashed in his empty eyes.

Kiritsugu Emiya, the man who particularly caught Kirei's attention in the intelligence gathered about the Holy Grail War.

He has everything that most people desire: a beloved wife, an adorable daughter, and a happy and fulfilling family.

But he did not hesitate to throw himself into the bottomless abyss.

"Why?" Kirei asked silently in his heart, longing to understand Kiritsugu Emiya.

Meanwhile, on the bustling commercial street of Fuyuki City.

"Wow... Saber, look at that! It's so beautiful!"

Dressed in a gorgeous white dress, Irisviel, like an elf newly arrived in the world, excitedly leaned against the window of a boutique.

As a doll created by the Einzbern family, this was the first time in her life that she had left that cold castle and stepped into a human city.

Behind her, Artoria Pendragon, dressed in a well-tailored black suit, stood like the most loyal bodyguard, never leaving her side.

Seeing Irisviel's genuine and pure smile, Artoria's tense nerves, which had been strained by Kiritsugu Emiya's indifference, gradually softened.

Just hours earlier, Irisviel had explained Kiritsugu's coldness to her.

"Kiritsugu... he just doesn't know how to face someone as dazzling as you." Irisviel held her hand gently at that moment.

"And he is also angry with those cruel people who imposed the king's mission upon you, a young girl..."

"He carries too much darkness on his shoulders. He fears that your purity will sting his baseness. Please forgive him, Saber."

Artoria accepted this explanation, acknowledging the Master's goal of saving the world with the Holy Grail.

"Irisviel, if you like, we can stay a little longer," Artoria said softly, stepping forward.

"As your knight, I will protect you and let you enjoy this moment of peace before the war officially begins."

"Thank you, Saber." Irisviel turned around, her smile as warm as a spring breeze.

Night falls.

This brief moment of warmth was also ruthlessly torn apart.

hum-

An extremely pure and undisguised surge of immense magical energy, like a sharp spearhead, suddenly pierced the night sky from the direction of the distant coastline.

Artoria's emerald eyes instantly turned sharp, and she instinctively stepped in front of Irisviel.

"Saber, this is..." Irisviel also felt the oppressive feeling.

"It's the aura of a follower." Artoria stared in the direction from which the magic was coming from.

"To release magic so recklessly is either a provocation or a blatant challenge."

She turned to her acting Master, "Irisviel, what should we do?"

Irisviel's ruby-like eyes showed no sign of backing down; instead, they shone with unwavering determination.

She straightened her back, displaying the spirit of Eindzbern:

"Since they have extended an invitation, to back down would be an insult to your reputation as the King of Knights, Saber. Let's keep the appointment."

"Yes, sir!"

Weiyuanchuan Wharf, warehouse area.

The sea breeze carried a salty, astringent smell mixed with the odor of engine oil.

Under the dim streetlights stood a handsome man dressed in dark green light armor, holding two spears, one long and one short, covered with talismans.

With crisp footsteps, Artoria and Irisviel stepped into the temporarily chosen battlefield.

"Oh? I never expected that the first person to dare to respond to my invitation would be such a petite girl."

Lancer, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne looked at the blonde girl in front of him, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

He twirled his spear and gave a slight salute:

"I wandered around the city all day, letting my presence show, but those guys hiding in the shadows wouldn't show themselves like rats in the gutter."

Only you, with your clear and resolute fighting spirit, have arrived here with dignity.

"Responding to a challenge is a knight's duty." Artoria stepped forward, and a faint current of air began to swirl around her.

"It's a pity that we can't exchange names before the battle is over; it's a great regret for us knights."

Lancer's gaze sharpened, and he slowly lowered his two spears, pointing them straight ahead.

"Then use the weapon in your hand to test my true name!"

Artoria let out a cold shout, and in an instant, a gust of wind exploded outwards from her!

The perfectly fitting black suit instantly disintegrated and reformed under the surge of magic.

With a crisp metallic clang, silver armor and gauntlets adorned her body, while her azure battle skirt fluttered in the night wind.

Whew!

The Wind King's Barrier swirled wildly, and the invisible Holy Sword in her hand emitted a roar like a dragon's cry.

The two top knights clashed fiercely, and even the surrounding air seemed to groan under the immense pressure.

At the same time, in a residential area far from the Weiyuanchuan Wharf, a black luxury car was speeding through the night.

Arthur gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his mind still replaying Sakura's dependent gaze and Rin's feignedly strong command.

Suddenly, Arthur's heart skipped a beat.

Arthur looked up and saw an aura emanating from a nearby residential area that filled him with rage.

squeak--!!

The tires screeched as they rubbed against the road surface, and the car, propelled by immense inertia, fishtailed and came to a stop on the side of the road.

Arthur flung open the car door, the night breeze brushing against his cheek.

As someone possessing the Red Dragon Factor, his senses far surpass those of ordinary people.

At this moment, his nasal cavity was filled with a nauseating, thick, and irresistible smell of blood.

What chilled him to the bone even more was the voice echoing in his mind...

It was a kind of mournful cry from the soul in utter despair, which could not be captured by hearing.

That was... a child's lament.

Arthur's eyes were instantly ignited with unprecedented rage, and the air around him suddenly plummeted to freezing point.

"boom!"

Without the slightest hesitation, he transformed into a golden streak of light and charged directly towards the ordinary two-story house that exuded despair.

Without knocking, Arthur kicked the locked security door open, and the violent wind pressure instantly cleared away the clutter in the entryway.

However, the sight that came into view made the knight hold his breath instantly.

On the floor of the entryway, thick blood had pooled into a small puddle.

Looking down the corridor into the living room, the once cozy family furnishings were now stained dark red with blood.

The bodies of three ordinary people lay in pools of blood in an extremely twisted and cruel posture.

Judging from their figures, they were a young couple and a child who was only a few years old. The terror on their faces still lingered from the extreme torture they had endured before their deaths.

In the center of the living room stood two people.

One was a young man wearing a loose shirt and dyed blond hair. His hands were covered in blood, but his face was filled with a perverse fascination, as if he were admiring a masterpiece.

The other was a strange man wearing a wide robe and with bulging eyes like a dead fish.

He held a magic book in his hands and was uttering a chilling sigh of admiration at the horrific scene on the ground.

"Oh...what a beautiful despair, what pure fear!"

Caster chuckled and suddenly turned his head, his dead fish-like eyes fixed on Arthur as he burst through the door.

"Ah, an uninvited spectator? Have you come to appreciate this tragic art dedicated to God?"

"Art……"

Arthur lowered his head, his golden bangs obscuring his eyes in the shadows.

A dazzling light gathered in his right hand, accompanied by an extremely pure killing intent, and the appearance of the Star Holy Sword directly tore through the air.

"To take pleasure in slaughtering the innocent, and to regard defiling life as art..."

Arthur slowly raised his head, and his once gentle emerald eyes had now turned into golden vertical pupils.

"You two pieces of trash...!!"