Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

"What the hell are you doing?!"

……

Kenneth just felt that he had very bad luck, starting from his foolish decision to participate in this damn Holy Grail competition.

The relic that he had carefully prepared was stolen by an ignorant student, so he had to settle for the next best thing and summoned the current lancer.

The calm expectation that I would fight against the three great families and win by relying on my own talent disappeared without a trace after I saw the torrent that obliterated the sky last night.

Precisely because he was a genius at the pinnacle of magic, he could better understand the horror of that scene - the newly created world, the crystallization of fantasy, was a mystery far beyond the reach of modern magic.

In an instant, Kenneth's thought process changed, from taking his familiar to compete to trying every possible way to leave Fuyuki City alive.

If all else fails, at least find a way to send the magic seal out.

But even in such a situation, his attitude towards Lancer did not improve much.

In the eyes of a magician, a so-called Servant is no different from a homeless man with a pistol in our understanding.

They may be in awe of the lethality of pistols, but they will not give homeless people genuine respect.

On top of this, Lancer did something that made him extremely angry - he stole the heart of his fiancée.

The fear of death and the end of his family line, the frustration of having his planned future shattered, the blow of his beloved's betrayal... all these factors combined to make Kenneth insult Lancer last night.

But a day passed, and Kenneth calmed down. For safety reasons, he had not planned to speak tonight and just let Lancer act.

But the result was that Lancer acted foolishly on his own initiative!

"Lancer, you actually revealed your information so easily. Do you even take me, your Master, seriously?!"

Kenneth's accusation was like a sword piercing Lancer's heart. He looked up with an uneasy face and opened his mouth to defend himself.

"Wait, my lord, please trust my skills. Even if we face off on equal terms, I will bring you victory. Please..."

Lancer pleaded earnestly, and Saber and Berserker beside him couldn't bear to look at her.

"Lancer's Master, it seems you are not as noble and confident as your Servant."

Perhaps out of a desire to stand up for justice, the Lionheart expressed his opinion in a neutral tone. These overly straightforward words made Kenneth feel humiliated.

He had never experienced such a frustrating situation since he was a child, but what made it even more frustrating was that he could only swallow his anger.

Lancer, as a Servant, shared senses with him, and Kayneth, as a spectator, also participated in the banquet. His excellent mind had already noticed Berserker's implicit closeness to Saber.

The two camps may have already become allies. After all, the Matou family and the Einzbern family are both among the three great families. This is a reasonable inference.

If Saber really loses the battle as Lancer said, will Berserker just watch?

Kenneth wouldn't believe it, and no magician would believe such a fragile verbal agreement.

So he had only one choice.

"No need to say more, retreat, lancer. This is my order as the Master."

Leaving behind extremely cold words, Kenneth decided Lancer's actions with an indifferent attitude.

"My lord, please allow me to fulfill my promise to Saber. As a knight, I cannot miss this opportunity no matter what—"

"Do you need me to use a Command Spell, Lancer?"

His fervent enthusiasm was frozen, and Lancer drooped his shoulders weakly. The sadness and pain of having his self-esteem ignored made his battle-hardened hands tremble.

"—Yes, I will follow your orders, Master."

After saying that, Lancer turned into a spirit and left. He didn't look back or say another word during the whole process.

Although his attitude seemed to be disrespectful to his opponent, it actually contained Lancer's shame for himself. He felt that he had no face to face Saber.

But Saber didn't complain at all, only had a hint of pity.

"Lancer, that guy, has met the wrong master. This will ruin him."

"Yes, fortunately, although my Master's innate conditions are insufficient, he has some redeeming qualities in his personality. If the Lancer's Master summoned me, I would probably cause a big fuss."

Berserker jumped off the container and walked up to Saber. The two kings, who were both knights in their lifetime, reached a consensus.

"But if that's the case, tonight will be the end of it. The calmer the sea is, the more turbulent the undercurrents are. My ancestor, King Arthur, I hope you can get what you wish for."

The pitch-black lion looked into the increasingly dark night, his burning eyes unable to see the scenery behind the dark clouds.

He himself has no wishes, so the wish of his Master Matou Kariya is his wish, and for this reason he is not reluctant to lend his minions.

But at the moment, the hope of my Master is as slim as a candle flame.

"Well, I'll lend you Ji...!"

Before she could finish her words of thanks, Saber's face showed excessive surprise, even horror, and her words were filled with anger of incomprehension.

"Illya, why?!"

A roar.

Without even saying goodbye to Berserker, Saber simply mobilized the magic power in her body without any reservation.

[Magic Release] empowered her legs, transforming the remaining magic power into a torrent of energy that propels her forward. Saber's figure turned into a stream of light, and her speed was so fast that even the fastest sports car could not match it.

"Is there something wrong with King Arthur's Master?"

The Berserker who stayed where he was was talking to himself solemnly. He subconsciously wanted to catch up with Saber, but finally stopped.

He shook his head.

“No, forget it. If even King Arthur’s Master has been attacked, then Kariya probably won’t be safe either. I’d better get back to him as soon as possible.”

Among the many Masters present, Matou Kariya is particularly weak. Without burning his life, he cannot even defeat Waver, the Master of the King of Conquerors.

Thinking about it this way, the future of their combination is really chaotic.

Giving up the idea of helping Saber, Richard the Lionheart disappeared and headed towards his Master's hiding place.

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Back in time, when the servants gathered and spoke their minds, Aiwen finally completed his work.

He wiped off the non-existent sweat and stretched out his fingers in relaxation. The magic ritual that lasted for nearly ten hours finally completed its mission.

The brilliance of the formation disappeared, and the atmosphere beyond common sense dissipated. At this time, only a beautiful snow-white body, still breathing, was left lying quietly on the ground.

Looking closely at her face, it was exactly the same as Irisviel's, but compared to the lady's fair skin, the woman's skin had a hint of redness.

"Cell lifespan adjusted, magic circuits adapted, neuron activity adjusted, life systems adjusted, project complete."

"Well, it's perfectly qualified as a transplant body."

Aiwen looked at the naked body, without even the slightest desire in his eyes, only happiness.

"After today, Illya will have a normal human mother."

As Aiwen thought about it, he picked up the body from the ground. The warm feeling made him stunned for a moment.

"Oh, I forgot. We still need another piece of clothing. Is it because we've been building it from scratch and have been using it for so long that we've gotten used to it?"

As she said this, Aiwen used her own shawl as a model to weave a piece of cloth the size of a bed sheet, completely wrapping up the exquisitely crafted body.

Well, kind of like a sausage roll.

"Caster, is it over already?"

At this moment, Illya's expected voice came from behind Aiwen. She ran over from not far away and suddenly pounced on Aiwen's back.

"Wow! Just like mom."

The child's attention was drawn to the person in Aiwen's arms. That peaceful and gentle face was exactly the same as the Irisviel in Illya's memory.

Silently enduring the cricket pupae crawling all over his body as the little girl did, Aiwen began to move forward with his next plan without stopping.

"Illya, do you want to make this mother move?"

"think."

"Then let's go. It's time to move on to the next step of our plan. We need to transfer Aunt Irisviel's consciousness from the body that was originally destined to become the Lesser Holy Grail into a spare body."

Holding a woman in his arms and carrying a little girl on his back, Aiwen left the tower of Gilgamesh in a strange posture.

His destination was self-evident: Einzbern Castle on the outskirts of Fuyuki City.

……

"ah!"

In the forest castle, Irisviel, who was concentrating on observing the Banquet of Heroes through clairvoyance, suddenly cried out in pain.

Her arm twitched, and intense pain like an electric shock spread through her nerves throughout her body, extinguishing the spell she was maintaining in her hand.

"lady?!"

Hisau Maiya, who remained alert at the side, quickly stepped forward and supported the unsteady Irisviel.

Before she could utter the next question, Irisviel hurriedly grabbed her arm, her face filled with anxiety.

"Quick! Miss Maiya, quickly inform Kiritsugu that someone has entered the forest and is heading towards the castle."

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Hisau Maiya didn't ask why, nor did she hesitate. She immediately turned on the communication device and sent a call request to an unknown location.

At the same time, he was also confirming some details with Irisviel.

"Madam, could you describe the enemy's characteristics? What feedback did the surveillance barrier covering the forest report?"

"No, Miss Maiya, nothing. The barrier was taken away in an instant. I didn't even have the slightest ability to resist."

"What?! Even Kayneth El-Melloi couldn't do this in this Holy Grail War. Could the attacker be a Servant?"

The short-haired woman with a grim expression gripped the microphone tightly. She was confident that she could deal with the magician, but facing a Servant, even letting Irisviel escape would be a luxury.

"Here they come! The castle's barrier has been broken!"

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Chapter 144 Irisviel Changes Faction (4k)

In an instant, Irisviel and Hisau Maiya became "blind", and some unknown fear gradually surrounded them.

For a magician, the barrier is both eyes and armor, and is indispensable for both surveillance and assistance. Advanced magicians can even rely on the barrier to temporarily change the rules of the world.

Of course, although Irisviel's physical talent surpasses that of 99% of magicians, she is not good at magic research, so she cannot construct a powerful barrier.

But precisely because of this, without the barrier's help, she was so panicked.

"Ms. Maiya, let's run away!"

Irisviel reached out her soft hand to the capable woman beside her, and she unconsciously relied on her.

Normally, Irisviel actually had some small opinions about Hisau Maiya, because her understanding with Kiritsugu was better than hers.

But at the critical moment, the trust in Kiritsugu was extended to Maiya.

However, Hisau Maiya did not answer. She took a deep breath, and a fierce look appeared in her usually calm eyes.

Not to the enemy, but to himself and Irisviel.

Her hands kept moving. While waiting for the communication to be established, she decisively hid the communication machine in an inconspicuous corner, and then looked at her master's wife seriously.

"Madam, we can't escape. Not only has the barrier been taken away, but none of the mines and explosives Kiritsugu arranged have been triggered. The newcomer is not only proficient in magic, but also familiar with technology. I may not even be able to delay him."

"If I could, I would be willing to sacrifice my life to allow you to escape, but now it seems that is just wishful thinking."

In an instant, Hisau Maiya had thought of their fate.

"Resistance is impossible. All we can do is use the last bit of time to preserve as much information as possible about the enemy and help Kiritsugu achieve his final victory."

Irisviel stared directly into the face of the cold woman in front of her. Her emotions were as stable as a machine, but deep in her eyes there was an inextinguishable passion burning for someone.

“Ms. Maiya…”

Alice understood. She finally understood why her husband always kept the woman in front of him.

That loyalty and determination must have helped Kiritsugu a lot along the way.