Kamen Rider Date A Live

Lancer shook his head with a wry smile, but there was no smile in his eyes. His hawk-like, imposing gaze clashed head-on with the Conqueror's, sparks flying.

"I will lift the Holy Grail. This is the vow I made to the only new monarch in this world. The one who lifts the Holy Grail will definitely not be you, Rider."

"...Did you interfere with my duel with the knight just to make those jokes?"

Saber continued Lancer's question. Her expression was different from the beautiful Lancer's; she didn't even smile. For the serious Saber, Rider's suggestion was inherently unpleasant.

"Conqueror King, your joke has gone too far. This is an intolerable insult to a knight."

Lancer and Saber both cast hostile glances at Rider, who seemed troubled, muttering "uh-huh" while unconsciously pressing his temples with his fists. Rider made a helpless gesture, but his imposing posture remained unshaken, making him, in fact, someone with an extremely rare presence.

"...The terms and conditions are negotiable."

"Enough with the nonsense!"

Rider shrugged helplessly, because both Lancer and Saber refused in unison.

Saber continued speaking with a look of disappointment on her face.

"Let me add one more thing... I am also the monarch of the Kingdom of Britain. No matter what kind of king you are, you cannot submit to others."

"Oh? The King of Britain? I've already heard it, but it's even more surprising to hear it from her own mouth. The world-renowned King of Knights is a little girl."

Rider, perhaps intrigued by Saber's declaration, raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Saber, displeased with Rider's words, raised her sword and said in a low voice.

"Then try taking a sword from that little girl you're talking about, Conqueror!"

Seeing Saber raise her sword against him, Rider frowned and sighed deeply.

"Our negotiations have broken down. What a pity, what a shame."

In the instant Rider muttered to himself while lying face down, he noticed the resentful gaze fixed on him from below.

"rider!!!!!!!!"

Weber's shout pierced the sky!

Article 121: Kill him!

The 121st appointment killed him.

In a hidden corner, Saber's true master, Kiritsugu Emiya, watched Waver and Rider's comical interaction through his sniper scope, then looked at Shido, who had been drinking tea almost the entire time, and calmly complained to Maiya through his walkie-talkie.

"Did these idiots really conquer the world...? Come to think of it, what are they even doing here? Are they trying to be funny?"

"..."

Mai remained silent.

"Ok?"

Shido looked to the side, because he had suddenly felt as if someone was watching him, but the feeling disappeared immediately, making Shido frown.

Meanwhile, Kiritsugu, who had almost been discovered, pressed his hand to his chest, trying to calm his racing heart. With his other hand, he took out a walkie-talkie and started making a call.

"Maiya, be careful. That servant who's been drinking tea the whole time is definitely not simple." My gut feeling is right. If I had used magic any later, I would definitely have been discovered.

"learn."

Maimi, who was hiding on the other side, began to move and observe more carefully.

However, these were just minor incidents. When Shido discovered someone was spying on him, Waver's questioning continued, but...

"Is that so? I see?"

A low, resentful sound suddenly arose.

Upon hearing this voice, Weber's expression became incredibly complex, shifting from anger to astonishment, from astonishment to disbelief, and from disbelief to fear!

"I wondered what possessed you to steal my relic. I never imagined it was you planning to participate in the Holy Grail War. Although I had heard speculations from the Clock Tower, I never thought you would actually do it, Waver Velvet."

"Today, I will give you special extra instruction. I will impart to you, without reservation, the true meaning of magicians killing each other—the horror and pain of slaughter. Feel honored."

Waver could no longer suppress the fear emanating from the depths of his heart, for he knew that the one who made that voice was none other than the victim from whom he had stolen the relic, Lancer's master—Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald.

As these thoughts flashed through Weber's mind, his body almost instinctively curled up, covering his head to prevent crouching.

But then, something gently yet firmly patted the boy's small shoulder, which was trembling with fear. At the same time, a warm current suddenly flowed through his body, making the trembling boy feel warm.

Waver looked up and saw Rider and Shido holding his shoulders and arms respectively, with a slight smile on their faces.

"Hey—! Magician! It seems you were supposed to be my master, replacing my little master!"

Rider asked Lancer's master, who was hiding somewhere, a question, while Shido remained silent, because Shido knew that he wanted to say almost the same thing as Rider.

"If that's really the case, it's utterly ridiculous. The man who becomes my master should be a warrior who fights alongside me on the battlefield! Not a coward who doesn't even dare to show his face. You don't deserve it! Hahahaha!!!"

The silence continued, with only the rage of the unseen master spreading through the night air. Rider laughed loudly, this time facing the empty night sky, laughing at the top of his lungs.

"Hey! There are others, aren't there? He's not the only one hiding in the shadows spying!"

Saber and Lancer looked surprised.

"What do you mean, Rider?"

“Saber and Lancer, it’s really impressive that you two are fighting face to face. The sound of the swords and spears clashing was so crisp, there must have been more than one Heroic Spirit involved.”

"How pathetic! The heroes gathered in Fuyuki, seeing the grandeur Saber and Lancer display here, don't they feel anything? They possess true names worthy of praise, yet they secretly watch from here. How cowardly! The Heroic Spirits must be alarmed to hear this, hmm!?"

After a burst of laughter, Rider tilted his head slightly, a fearless expression on his lips, and finally looked around with a defiant gaze.

"Heroic Spirits invited to the Holy Grail War, gather here now! Cowards who are afraid to even show their faces will not escape the insults of Iskandar, the Conqueror King! Prepare yourselves!"

In the shadows of the Tohsaka mansion and church, Tokitomi Tohsaka and Kirei Kotomine connected via walkie-talkie.

"This is going to be a problem."

Just as Tokitomi Tohsaka and Kirei Kotomine said, as Rider finished speaking, a figure wearing golden flashing armor appeared on top of a street lamp ball about ten meters above the ground.

Upon seeing this familiar figure, Weber involuntarily held his breath.

“That person is…” On the other side, Director Ken finished the sentence.

"Down with the Assassin's Servant!"

"Two disrespectful scoundrels who don't respect me and dare to call themselves 'kings' have suddenly appeared overnight."

The golden figure opened its eyes, and upon speaking, the golden heroic spirit curled its lip in extreme displeasure, revealing its contempt for the three Servants currently facing off.

Rider seemed surprised to find someone with an even stronger attitude than himself, and appeared quite flustered, scratching his chin with a puzzled look on his face.

"Even if you speak rudely... I, Iskandar, am still the world's renowned conqueror."

"What a joke! The only hero in heaven and earth who truly deserves to be called a king is me. The rest are just a bunch of scoundrels."

Archer bluntly uttered a declaration that was even more insulting than anything else. Even Saber was somewhat surprised, but Rider remained tolerant, showing some astonishment and letting out a sigh.

"Since you've put it this way, why don't you first state your name? If you were a king, you wouldn't be afraid of even your own reputation, would you?"

Rider's banter only fueled Archer's burning rage, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the giant before him.

"Do you still dare to ask me? How dare you, a bastard, question me, the king? You have the honor of meeting me, yet you do not recognize my dignity. Such an ignorant creature has no value in living!!"

After the Golden Spirit made this assertion, strange, flame-like energy slowly rose from his left and right sides—and in the next instant, a sword suddenly appeared in the empty sky, shining with dazzling light.

The unsheathed sword and the spear were both dazzlingly decorated and emitted an undeniable magical power. They were clearly not ordinary weapons; they could only be Noble Phantasms.

However, while everyone was frightened by the Gold Servant's Noble Phantasm or pondering countermeasures, one person was already quite annoyed.

"Bastard, bastard, bastard... You really have a foul mouth. You call yourself a king? I think even if you are a king, you'll definitely be a tyrant. Besides, the heroic spirits here are from different eras, and the level of illustrations from the past wasn't very high. It's no wonder you can't recognize them. You're supposed to be one of the three knights, Archer, but you look like a thug."

Shido's sharp retorts made Archer tremble with anger, and the number of weapons that appeared behind him increased. While the other masters and servants cheered in their hearts, saying "Well said!", they also complained about why Shido had to talk so much.

However, before Archer could fire his weapon, a torrent of black magic suddenly appeared, shattering the peace!

Meanwhile, in a place unknown to others, Matou Kariya spoke.

"Kill him!"

The battle that began with the 122nd contract.

The battle that began with the 122nd contract.

As everyone stared in disbelief, the upward-swirling magic gradually solidified into a line, transforming into a stubborn and unyielding human figure.

The shadow stood about two blocks from the sea, on the four-lane road where Lancer and Saber fought. Yes, his figure could only be described as a "shadow."

The tall, broad-shouldered man was completely covered in armor. However, it was unlike Saber's tightly fitting silver armor or Archer's luxurious gold armor.

The man's armor was black. It had no elaborate decorations, no polished sheen.

Like darkness, an extreme black like hell. Even his face was covered by the helmet. Deep within the helmet's narrow gaps, only the piercing light emanating from his eyes, burning like wildfire, could be seen.

Servant? That must be it. Even if it's a servant. What kind of heroic spirit possesses that ominous figure?

The Black Knight lacked the "radiance" that the Servants who had already appeared possessed. Artoria, Diarmuid, Iskandar the Conqueror, and the unnamed Golden Archer each possessed "nobility." This was something they could boast about as Heroic Spirits. The legends and honors created by the admiration and aspirations of the masses were essential elements for them to become "noble fantasies."

However, the newly introduced Black Knight lacks those elements. Its appearance is only marginally similar to that of an assassin.

The darkness swirling around the black armor must be a "negative wave".

So, instead of calling him a heroic spirit, perhaps we should call him a vengeful spirit or something similar...

"Berserker!"

Saber exclaimed in surprise, while on the other side, Lancer, though keeping a close eye on the Black Knight, still teased Rider in a flippant tone.

"Hey Conqueror King, aren't you going to try and persuade that guy?"

Rider frowned upon hearing this.

"Even if I wanted to, it seems there was no room for negotiation from the very beginning."

"By the way, little master. If that guy is a servant, what level of ability does he have?"

When asked this question by Rider, Webber just shook his head, sweating profusely.

"I can't tell, I can't tell at all."

"What? You're a Master, aren't you? Shouldn't you be able to clearly judge the level of your opponent's abilities?"

"If you can't tell, it's probably because Berserker has an ability to hide his stats in either his 'ability retention' or 'Noble Phantasm'."

Shido shared his speculation, and Weber nodded in agreement.

When Rider, Saber, Lancer, and Irisviel discovered that no matter how intently they observed, they could not accurately capture Berserker's face, they came to the same conclusion as Shido.