That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

Chapter 152 Ideal

On the way, Saber's face was full of confusion. After hesitating for a long time, she reached out and grabbed Hall's sleeve and tugged at it, asking, "Master, why did you choose to cooperate with the King of Heroes?"

She still vividly remembers the Feast of the Three Kings, and how she had no fondness for the arrogant hero-king Gilgamesh.

Sensing Saber's subtle movements, Hall couldn't help but chuckle. The Knight King before him had somehow taken on the appearance of a young girl. It seemed the nurturing plan from that world had some effect after all. He shook his head and said, "He's not the King of Heroes. The correct title should be Young Gil, who is a completely different being from the adult version in every sense."

At least they won't make silly mistakes, and their personalities are easy to get along with.

"You seem to know a lot about the young hero King... Young Gil?"

“He is more difficult to deal with than the King of Heroes, Saber. Do you know about Clairvoyance?”

"Does it mean seeing the future? Merlin seems to have mentioned that to me before."

“Young Gilgamesh possesses a Noble Phantasm similar to Clairvoyance but more comprehensive. He just mentioned that he used the ability of that Noble Phantasm when he watched the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City. It can see through not only the Noble Phantasms and true names of Servants, but also the truth that is deliberately hidden at a glance.”

"Why didn't the Hero King use it before?"

“Saber, you know the King of Heroes’ personality. He sees the Holy Grail War as a game. Wouldn’t it be boring if he used that Noble Phantasm to know the outcome in advance?”

Saber wrinkled her nose and snorted: "So his arrogance and conceit led to his destruction, which is quite fitting for his fate. However, I think you, Master, are even more terrifying. That's how I felt when I first met Irisviel. How should I describe it? It was like Merlin becoming an enemy."

Hall shrugged: "After all, they've all read the script."

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In the main hall of Yggdrasil Castle, young Gillespie dispelled his spirit form. The magicians exchanged bewildered glances. Had the intruder been dealt with so quickly?

The long-haired magician Danic bowed respectfully to welcome young Gil back, and asked humbly, "Your Majesty, have the intruders been dealt with?"

Gilles smiled and said, "It is indeed resolved. From now on, that magician and Saber will be our allies."

The obese magician Gold jumped up and shouted, "Allies! What right do these mere androids and Servants, these mere tools, have to be our allies? We should capture them, dissect them, and strip them of their Command Seals!"

Young Gil's expression instantly turned cold, his crimson eyes piercing Gold's heart like swords. He said indifferently, "Magician, are you teaching me how to do things?"

Gold's face turned pale, and he shook his head repeatedly: "No...no, I dare not, it was my rashness."

“That would be best, otherwise I’d have no choice but to kill you right here.” Young Gil then showed a friendly smile.

"Forehead."

The wheelchair-bound magician Fiore respectfully inquired, "Your Majesty, I would like to know what your considerations are."

"They are troublesome opponents. Saber aside, as for that magician as an opponent, I would rather face Lancer and Assassin combined than him."

Hearing this, Assassin, who had been silent all along, raised his head slightly. He remembered that Lancer had once said that he would lose to the android, and now even the King of the Black Faction had given that android such high praise.

Danic's expression shifted slightly: "Your Majesty, do you mean that magician is stronger than Lancer and Assassin?"

Young Gil waved his hand impatiently and said, "You're so long-winded. I've already explained as much as I can. Strength isn't everything. If you don't understand now, feel free to attack him."

"We dare not. Since it is the king's decision, we will naturally abide by it."

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The Holy Grail War requires joining one of the two factions: Red or Black. Although the Yggdrasil Nymphs of the Black faction are known for their eccentric behavior and are considered villains, in the original story, apart from Darnic, most of the other Yggdrasil Nymph Masters were actually redeemed.

It appears that the red team, representing justice, became the biggest behind-the-scenes force in the Holy Grail War.

Hall replaced the original protagonist and, based on the condition that he must do better than the original protagonist, had to join the Black Faction.

Of course, Hall did not intend to follow the orders of the Black faction and would proceed with caution until the situation became clear.

After meeting Gilgamesh, Hall and Saber wandered around Tulipas for several days, and as allies, they were not approached by the magicians or homunculus of Yggdrasilia.

Hall is also helping to refine the rules of the Holy Grail War in the Holy Grail System. Once all the Servants of the Black and Red sides have been summoned, the rules will officially take effect.

Without keeping Holder waiting, in the second week after arriving in this world, the Holy Grail System informed Holder that all Servants were in place and the Holy Grail War was about to begin.

Nighttime, the rooftop of a residential building in Tulipas.

Hall sipped his coffee and flipped through the country's history books, while Saber stood beside him, overlooking the entire city of Tulipas. The city seemed to have stopped developing since the Middle Ages, with retro buildings everywhere, and you could see the lights but not feel the hustle and bustle of the city.

"Saber, do you still hold onto that wish?"

Saber turned around, looked at Hall, and shook her head, saying, "No, Eastwood's Holy Grail War and the time I spent living with you afterwards taught me a lot, and now I've let it go."

"Then why answer the Holy Grail's call?"

"There's no particular reason. If I had to say, it's that I'm unwilling to accept it. My ending as a human wasn't perfect, and I don't want to lose the meaning of this journey, the memories of the battles, and the days I spent with you, Irisviel, and Sakura. These are very precious and meaningful treasures to me. Master, why are you suddenly asking this question?"

Hall put down his cup and gazed at Saber's beautiful profile. He said earnestly, "I don't want the King of Knights to exist only in my memories. Rather than reminiscing about the present and remembering the glory of fighting alongside the King of Knights in the future, I want to stay in the present state, to be able to talk to you, to be able to touch you, and to be able to drink with you."

Saber remained silent, the night wind ruffling her golden hair. Her emerald eyes were serene and calm. She smiled at Hall and said, "This may be the reason I am here. In our hearts, the Holy Grail War is not over yet, and I want to complete this journey with you."

Hall stared blankly at Saber's small face.

Saber felt embarrassed by Hall's gaze, blushed, and took the initiative, asking seriously, "Master, what are you drinking?"

Hall raised the cup in his hand: "Coffee, although it doesn't have a stimulating effect, I always feel restless when I'm reading if my mouth doesn't have any flavor."

"This is not something you should drink before going into battle."

"Did you feel it too?"

"Yes, this time the Holy Grail system has enhanced its ability to sense Servants, unless they are Assassin-class or have the ability to conceal their presence, and I can clearly sense that the intruder is a Servant from the Red side."

"It's finally starting."

Chapter 153 I'm your father

The streets were chaotic, littered with corpses. The androids had died in gruesome ways, with limbs and fragments scattered everywhere. Blood flowed and seeped into the cracks between the road bricks.

A blonde girl in a red jacket and hot pants brandished a greatsword, yawning with a hint of boredom: "This is the enemy's territory. It doesn't look like much of a threat. But don't blame me, weakness is the original sin."

On the other side, the middle-aged man wearing sunglasses quickly ended the battle and loaded his pistol with Gandr (cursed bullets) made from the fingers of the dead. The cursed bullets were launched with special magical artifacts, automatically targeting enemies and prioritizing the living. Moreover, the cursed bullets themselves contained strong curse poison, and once hit, there was basically no chance of survival.

After loading the cursed bullets, the middle-aged man put the pistol that fired the cursed bullets into his pocket, looked at his servant, and continued her words, "Don't be careless. Our purpose this time is to test the waters. Yggdrasilia's familiars are watching us."

The blonde girl pointed her greatsword at several strange birds flying in the night sky: "You mean those weird things flying in the sky?"

"Yes, can you shoot them down?" The middle-aged man nodded.

The blonde girl shrugged: "What a joke, I'm Saber, not Archer. How could I possibly take down that thing? Now that they've seen us, it's about time they sent out their Servants to fight us."

Suddenly, both of their expressions changed.

"Saber, the Servant with the strongest overall abilities among the seven classes, let me see your strength." The middle-aged man turned and looked into the distance of the city, speaking in a deep voice.

Both the Servant and the Master sensed the presence of the Black Servant.

"I won't let you down, Master." The blonde girl grinned, her smile full of fighting spirit, and released magical energy that turned into red lightning that enveloped her body.

Click~ Click

In the blink of an eye, the blonde girl's modern clothes transformed into a full-body, airtight suit of armor.

"I'll go and meet them first, Master. Don't die too soon."

"I am your Master, after all. Give me a little more trust."

The two bumped fists, smiled at each other, and the girl in heavy armor leaped into the air.

boom!

The weight of the armor and the terrifying force it exerted shattered the bricks and stones of the street.

The middle-aged man who remained in place brushed the rubble off his body and muttered helplessly to himself, "What kind of monsters are these Servants? This is no easy job. Well then, Servant against Servant, it's time for work."

Red Saber leaped into the air, and with a few jumps, her eyes scanned the street, searching for enemy Servants. She muttered, "Don't disappoint me too much. The battle just now wasn't even a warm-up."

Before she could even vent her excitement, a fierce fighting spirit surged from the ground, causing her small face to freeze. She sensed a familiar feeling from this fighting spirit, and her momentary lapse in concentration caused her to miss the best time to defend herself. Just as she managed to raise her sword to block, a dark figure leaped in front of her, and a surging storm of swords slashed down.

Clang!

Saber, playing on the red side, nearly lost her grip on the King's Sword as her hands trembled violently. Her body was slammed down like a tennis ball, crashing to the ground and creating a large crater.

"hateful!"

The red team's Saber cursed, then scrambled out of the crater, just in time to see the figure falling from the sky. She shouted, "You're a Saber too..."

She swallowed the words she wanted to say, her body stiffened, her face blank beneath the helmet, and even her thoughts were disrupted by the appearance of the person in front of her.

With blonde hair and blue eyes, clad in silver armor and a blue dress, wielding an invisible holy sword, she exuded both heroic spirit and elegant beauty, like a court lady. Her calm eyes reflected her own disheveled figure.

always like this.

"father····"

She was speechless, for before her was the very figure she had once followed, the one she had longed to meet.

She was overwhelmed with mixed feelings. She thought she was fearless, but now she felt like a child who had made a mistake and didn't want to see her. The joy of reunion was mixed with guilt and an inexplicable hatred. She stood there helplessly.

The red team's Saber was very fortunate that her armor concealed her disheveled appearance.

Finally, Saber from the red team slowly called out the name of the person before her: "King of Knights".

Compared to Saber's strong trembling, Saber's expression was much calmer. Upon seeing the armor, she recognized her identity and said calmly, "Lord Mordred, it is a strange coincidence that we meet here."

Upon meeting again, all we had was this one sentence? Just this one sentence? Why only this one sentence?

Mordred gripped the royal sword tightly in anger, though she herself did not understand the reason for her anger.

"I..." Mordred tried to say something, but the words got stuck in her throat.

After a long silence, she stood up, raised her royal sword, pointed it at Saber, and loudly declared war: "Indeed, it is a wondrous fate. The regret of the Battle of Camlann will end here!"

"For me, that battle is long over. Now I am playing as Saber in black."

"Whatever!"

The two figures vanished simultaneously, rushing towards each other, twisting their bodies, and brandishing their swords.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The blades clashed, producing a crisp metallic sound. Saber was knocked back by the explosive force, and the two separated. The Wind King's barrier that enveloped the Holy Sword dissipated in several intense collisions, revealing the true form of the golden Holy Sword.

Saber dared not be careless. The enemy was one of the Knights of the Round Table, who was very familiar with Excalibur. The Wind King's Barrier had lost its purpose of hiding the holy sword.

Holding their breath and concentrating, Bi Tong stared at the familiar figure before them, measuring the distance, each knowing the other's swordsmanship intimately.

Taking a step forward, Saber swung her holy sword horizontally, a storm tearing through the air as it collided with Mordred's tarnished, gleaming royal sword. A burst of sparks erupted, and the shockwave lifted Saber's bangs.

Slightly weaker in strength, slightly faster in speed.