In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

Do you even need to tell me?

Waver didn't answer. Instead, he grasped Rider's large hand without hesitation, wiped away the tears from his eyes, and said irritably, "You idiot Rider, don't forget I'm your Master. You should listen to me! In that case, don't you dare drag me down in the upcoming Holy Grail War!"

"Hahahaha! Of course, I, the King, will not let you down!"

The two figures exchanged a smile, and then their fists, one large and one small, gently collided in the yellow sand, truly achieving a connection between their hearts.

—That voice pierced my heart deeply, like a cheer that never stopped.

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The Tohsaka family.

Having observed the entire battlefield, Tokiomi Tohsaka was now pale-faced, and even his most prized jeweled cane trembled and fell to the ground.

It made a crisp sound...

Even he, who was known for his elegance, couldn't help but swallow a few times. He felt as if he had been acted out. No, not just as if, he had been acted out.

This Kenneth is not a lone Master at all, nor is he alone; his Servant is not Scáthach, but Finn…

Furthermore, the other party seemed to have anticipated that someone might launch a surprise attack on his plan, so they formed an alliance with other Masters in advance, waiting for the fish to take the bait, and coincidentally, he was the fish that took the bait.

Just as King Arthur was holding off Scáthach, seeing victory within his grasp, and preparing a fierce attack with Command Spells, his opponent signaled with the smashing of a goblet, summoning two more Servants from the battlefield to encircle them.

In the blink of an eye, all the Assassins in his possession were wiped out, utterly extinguishing all hope.

For a moment, Tokiomi Tohsaka, who was initially excited about the victory, fell into deep self-blame and worry as he watched the Assassin wiped out on the battlefield.

His premonition came true...

The two most troublesome god-slayers have truly joined forces, and the course of the war is now beyond his control.

Does this mean... I'm going to fail again...?

Tokiomi Tohsaka slumped against the sofa, looking utterly dejected, muttering to himself. His once refined demeanor was now completely gone from his wide-open eyes.

“My beloved teacher…”

Seeing Tokiomi Tohsaka looking completely lost, Kirei Kotomine, who was standing behind him, wanted to say something, but in the end he stopped himself.

Although he tentatively regarded Tokiomi Tohsaka as his teacher, Tokiomi Tohsaka was always full of selfish desires, which was not a commendable behavior for Kirei Kotomine, who came from the Church of Christ.

Furthermore, there was one thing that Kirei Kotomine was particularly concerned about.

He was always confused and his life was never enjoyable. He vaguely felt that something was wrong with him, and his wife's death proved it.

They honed their skills relentlessly and followed the doctrines devoutly, only to abandon them at the crucial moment...

Even the act of violating dogma did not stir any ripples in his heart.

This made him even more puzzled: what were he and his wife thinking when they died? And what were they pursuing?

This answer left him perpetually confused, unable to find a solution.

Logically, as his teacher, Tokiomi Tohsaka should have answered his question, but...

Seeing Tokiomi Tohsaka's distraught appearance, Kirei Kotomine knew very well that he couldn't possibly know the answer.

False, self-deceiving, suppressing one's true nature...

Kirei Kotomine wanted to question this, but he couldn't truly understand it.

Since human nature can be distorted, and even a teacher like Tokiomi Tohsaka can have his true nature exposed through repeated failures, transforming from his original elegance into a volatile temper, then...

Suddenly, Kirei Kotomine's eyes widened in shock, a mixture of visceral fear and a strange sense of excitement coursing through him...

What if... one's own nature were also distorted? What would happen? Would that allow one to find the answer that has troubled them for so long?

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"...All Assassin members are dead."

Not only Tokiomi Tohsaka, but Kiritsugu Emiya on the other side also received the bad news immediately.

"So fast? Was the target taken care of? Lancer's Master..."

Hisayu Maiya wanted to ask more questions, but seeing Kiritsugu Emiya's tired eyes, she swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

The answer is already obvious.

Finally, no matter how unwilling they were to believe the outcome, they had to make plans for the next step.

"Let Saber retreat now and preserve her strength. If the other two riders surround her, she will suffer the same fate as Assassin."

Kiritsugu Emiya was already aware of the dire situation on the ground.

Although he was unwilling, he knew there was no hope, so he naturally wouldn't make a pointless sacrifice. He immediately used the remote communication device he had given to Saber beforehand to tell her to retreat immediately.

However, at this moment, it seems that Artoria's desire to leave is not as simple as Kiritsugu Emiya imagined.

After Assassin was defeated by Iskandar, Lovi showed no mercy and had Scáthach unleash her Noble Phantasm to send Artoria away.

"Is it already over? I haven't had enough..."

Having received Lovi's order, Scáthach shook her head, sighed slightly, and then looked at Artoria in front of her, reminding her, "Well then, it's time to end things with Saber."

"If you don't unleash your Noble Phantasm soon, this will probably be the last shot."

"What……?"

Scáthach made her move before Artoria could ask any further questions.

Her right foot stomped off the ground, revealing two crimson demonic spears. Red magic coiled around her graceful body, and then a terrifying power began to surge rapidly. At the same time, she spoke softly...

"The Lance That Pierces Through Death (Gáe Bolg Alternative)"

The next instant, a crimson light, carrying unparalleled power, pierced straight through Artoria's vision.

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Chapter 6 Stop! Please stop fighting! (5 words)

—Gáe Bolg Alternative (Piercing Death Spear), this is a very legendary move.

As a legendary Celtic spear capable of hitting its mark every time, its essence is a terrifying technique that can reverse the cause and effect that signifies the order of things. The moment the spear is thrown from Scáthach's hand, the outcome that the opponent will be hit by this attack is determined beforehand.

First, a melee attack is used to "pin" the enemy to the ground with the first magic spear, robbing them of their freedom. Then, the second magic spear is hurled with all its might to end their life. Naturally, any enemies in the trajectory of this flying magic spear will also be killed instantly.

Having prepared herself mentally, Artoria reacted the instant she sensed Scáthach unleashing her Noble Phantasm. She gripped her most powerful, radiant sword tightly, intending to unleash her own Noble Phantasm to clash with it.

However, unlike Scáthach's terrifying magic spear that strikes instantly, her Noble Phantasm requires chanting and charging, and the holy sword in her hand also needs a certain amount of time to be unleashed. Therefore, in battles where victory or defeat can be decided in an instant, it is difficult for her to unleash the full power of the holy sword in her hand.

--call out!!

A blinding red light pierced through vision in an instant. Facing the terrifying demonic spear hurled by Scáthach, Artoria, relying on her exceptional intuition, shifted her body slightly. Then, she swung her Excalibur sword with both hands, unleashing its brightest light to sweep across the two incoming red beams in mid-air, attempting to block them. However, fate had already been sealed; her attempt to parry was now futile.

Scáthach's signature Noble Phantasm, Gáe Bolg Alternative (Spear Through Death), embodies the pinnacle of her martial arts skills. The ultimate level reached by this spear has far exceeded the limits of human martial arts comprehension, thus touching upon the realm of "causality" that even the gods cannot fathom.

Therefore, when this spear is thrown, the enemy's fate of being hit by the demonic spear is already determined and cannot be avoided. The subsequent causes are merely supplements to this predetermined fate. If one is not extremely lucky, this move can definitely be called the strongest killing move that kills instantly upon release.

And so, to Artoria's astonishment, the crimson light vanished silently amidst the light of the golden sword that had been partially freed from her hand, just inches away.

The next moment, it struck her chest directly, in a position that is difficult for ordinary people to comprehend, right near her heart.

"Ugh!!"

A painful scream rang out. In just an instant, Artoria felt as if her heart was about to be pierced by that unparalleled impact. She suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, and her body was thrown out without any resistance, kicking up thick smoke in the ruins.

Without a doubt, Scáthach's finishing move has hit its mark.

Gáe Bolg Alternative (The Spear That Pierces Death), just like its inherent characteristics, struck the enemy's heart with unerring accuracy, but...

"Hmph... Is this fate, Saber? No... King of Knights, it's amazing you survived my attack. You truly withstood this blow that reversed cause and effect."

Scáthach sheathed her spear and offered her praise without reservation.

Although she clearly felt that the spear should have hit her, the result was different. At the critical moment, Artoria used some means to make her magic spear deviate a certain distance, so it only pierced part of her chest and did not directly pierce her heart to kill her instantly.

As Scáthach pondered the reason, she moved forward, preparing to deliver another shot.

"Ok?"

A few wisps of fresh fragrance suddenly wafted past her nose, followed by a few pale pink petals drifting past her eyes. This made her vaguely understand something, and also brought to Scáthach's mind a certain annoying figure.

"So that's who interfered just now? Hmph, what a busybody..."

Upon seeing the few petals drifting in front of her, she realized what had just happened and understood why she had made a mistake.

“Hmm… Gáe Bolg, the magic spear from Celtic mythology, truly lives up to its name. It almost took my life in just a moment of its appearance… Queen Scáthach, in terms of martial arts, your strength far surpasses mine.”