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

"Don't worry, Assassin is patrolling outside. He will kill anyone who comes to visit. Besides, caring for your elders is the right thing to do."

A deep and magnetic voice sounded, and the young man, wearing a priest's robe, comforted his father, but his face was full of silence, as expressionless as a stone sculpture.

He lowered his eyes lifelessly and asked Kotomine Riseng about the next strategy.

"Father, Master's place is becoming the center of the battlefield. I'm sure the attention of all the troops will be drawn there. Do you think we should take advantage of this opportunity to act?"

Kotomine Kirei said this, running his fingers across his throat, his meaning couldn't be more obvious.

The old priest nodded with satisfaction. He fully agreed with his son's quick response.

"Of course, now is the best time. Kirei, send out the assassin, have him find the Master who is his prey, and then kill him."

The kind-faced old man spoke of gory things as naturally as he was eating.

Kotomine Kirei, who was hailed as a "saint", had no objection to this and he never even thought of opposing it.

There is no doubt that he does not have the compassion that a saint should have, and from the very beginning he has never been a "good person".

Because of this, the one he summoned was equally twisted and abnormal, not a hero at all, but just an assassin who was an executioner.

"You heard me, assassin, let's go."

"..."

Without a sound, without the slightest notice, a shadowy figure suddenly stood beside Kotomine Kirei.

The pitch-black leather jacket with small pieces of leather armor attached to it, and the dagger in his hand seemed to have soaked into a sea of blood. The illusion of life being cut off made people's pores dilate.

The red hooded cape concealed the weapons he was carrying, and the dirty bandages covered his entire face, leaving no space.

He seemed to have just arrived, yet also seemed to have never left. The deadly aura cut off all life, reminding humans of their fear of death.

There was no breathing, no footsteps, not even the sound of a heartbeat. Just standing there was a sign of death. The first sight of him was like being injected with venom by a poisonous snake.

Assassin is the strongest assassin, and poses a greater threat to vulnerable humans than servants of other classes. This is an innate fear of unknown threats.

The old priest's heart subconsciously stopped beating, and the sense of visual dislocation made his brain dizzy.

"Father, are you okay?"

When he regained consciousness, the old priest could only see his son. He looked around and could no longer see the assassin.

"Where's the assassin?"

"They left half a minute ago. Father, you didn't even notice this. Are you tired lately?"

Ignoring his son's worries, Kotomine Risei breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that Assassin was not there.

He turned to look at his son again, his face stern as he warned, "Kirei, you summoned this assassin. I don't know whether I should be worried or happy."

"He is like a supremely sharp blade without a hilt. While injuring others, you might also stab yourself. You must always remain vigilant and be prepared to use the Command Seals at any time."

"I understand."

Without refutation or agreement, Kotomine Kirei simply followed the order as usual.

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When Aiwen arrived at the scene, the battle between the two servants had reached a fever pitch.

Needless to say, the Noble Phantasms poured out and clashed with each other. They even threw aside their royal demeanor and began to compete with their weapons in hand in order to fight for the only remaining chance of victory.

The archer holds a spear and a sword in his two hands, both of which are A-level or above treasures. It is not an exaggeration to say that he can blow away the hair and make decisive moves.

The caster held a big axe in one hand and a clay tablet with words written on it in the other. Although it seemed that he was suppressed by the opponent and had to be on the defensive, he could catch the opponent off guard from time to time with the help of magic.

“Ping!” “Bang!”

The loud sound of weapons clashing resounded in all directions. With the last powerful collision, the two Gilgameshes jumped back, each trying to calm their tired bodies.

Of course, the collision of the King's Treasury continued.

"Tsk, even this old king has such strength. It seems that years of focusing on government affairs have not ruined your fighting sense."

He casually threw the spear at the opponent, and watched as the attack was blocked by C's axe. Archer-class Gilgamesh raised an eyebrow and praised in a sarcastic tone.

"Nonsense! Who do you think I am? I don't know how much effort I have put into protecting the people behind me. It is also the king's duty to deal with disasters beyond the ability of his people."

He weighed the slate in his hand and breathed tiredly.

The limitations of the Caster class are still a bit too great. Both the attributes and the Noble Phantasms have been weakened. If it weren't for the excellence of the Master, he would not be able to fight against himself in his prime.

"Look at you like this, with your face full of overwork, it's really ridiculous. It turns out that even if it's the same person, the spirits of different periods of time cannot understand each other."

Archer is very disdainful of his old self. How could a king who dedicated himself to the people become such a boring guy?

"But it's strange. Although my strength is unparalleled in the world and no one, young or old, can be my opponent, I still follow the laws of human lifespan."

After brushing off the dust on his armor, Archer looked at himself with doubt... no, curiosity.

"Old age is a period of declining physical function. This cannot be changed. The Caster class's spiritual base does not provide corrections. However, from the previous match, I can sense that your strength values are almost the same as mine. What is going on?"

"Huo, you care about this. It seems that being tied with the old man himself is a very shameful thing for you."

With a mocking smile on his lips, C-Shan felt as refreshed as if he had drunk a glass of ice-cold beer in the middle of summer. Thinking of his Master's trust and respect, he couldn't help but want to show off.

"But you guessed right. Originally, it was impossible for me to be on equal terms with you. But after all, I have found an excellent ally."

"Both his power of destiny and his spirituality far surpass those of ordinary people. He is truly a perfect Master."

"If it weren't for his Command Seal, this king wouldn't have had the opportunity to fully enhance the scale of this spiritual base. Don't your subjects have the courage? Hahahahaha!!"

The damage caused so far is probably not even a fraction of this mocking sound. The disparity between the two masters deeply irritated Archer.

"damn it……"

Gritting his teeth like a wild beast, Archer-class Gilgamesh was extremely angry. He had no ability to refute and could only accept the other party's ridicule.

When fighting with yourself, whether you win or lose is not worth boasting about. After all, you are the same person, and it doesn’t matter who the glory belongs to.

But in this aspect, he could not refute it and was truly suppressed by the opponent.

As a C-rank self, he could gain the sincere trust and respect of his subjects (Masters), and even offered them Command Seals directly. However, although Tōsaka Tokiomi regarded him as his king, he had his own little thoughts.

Doesn't this mean that my royal charisma has been completely suppressed by my old age? How could the proud and arrogant Hero King tolerate this?

"Tokiomi, you've completely humiliated me."

His ferocious eyes swept over the area behind him that he had deliberately protected, but there was no trace of Tōsaka Tokiomi there. This discovery made the already angry Archer even more furious.

"You're still trying to escape even with me here? Are you worried that I can't protect your damn life?!"

Archer was extremely disappointed.

You have to know that although Gilgamesh looked down on Tokiomi, he personally acknowledged his status as a subject, so protecting him was the king's responsibility.

But Tokiomi's running away was equivalent to saying directly that he didn't trust Gilgamesh's ability and words, and was trampling on his face!

Look, the knife-like gaze from the opposite side is already looking over here.

"...It seems your so-called subjects aren't as loyal as you thought. How foolish."

C-rank Gilgamesh shook his head, not knowing whether the stupidity he was referring to was Tokiomi who had run away, or his other self.

Or insult them both together.

To make matters worse, the person they were talking about, the Master with a flashy face, Aiwen, had now arrived on the battlefield with Illya.

This is the final blow.

Archer had to admit that he had completely lost in terms of the Master.

The Master opposite was an outstanding subject who dared to fight the enemy together and trusted his servants, while his own Master could only run away in the aftermath of the incident which was like a joke. What a cruel contrast.

On the other side, following the safe path that C-Flash had opened for them with magic, Aiwen came to his Servant.

"Gilgamesh, do you need help?"

"I really want to say no, but if we keep going like this, there's probably no way we'll be able to decide the winner. It's easy for me to protect myself, but it's hard to win."

C Shan surprisingly did not get angry, but calmly stated his own shortcomings.

"Although my resistance to magic is not high, I have as much armor as I need to resist magic. If I rely on magic, the damage will be insufficient."

"Of course, I still have a trump card. If I were to use the treasures in the treasury, that would be another matter. But it would be meaningless because the opponent would definitely use the same method to counteract it."

"So, ally, if this king wants to win, you are indispensable as a bargaining chip."

From his straightforward words and serious attitude, it can be seen that C-Shan is indeed seriously fulfilling his promise - to bestow victory in the Holy Grail War on Ewen.

To this end, he even planned to seek help from others.

You know, if the Master didn't look at him differently, he would even rely on his own strength to fight, let alone consider tactics.

(Tokiomi: It’s fake, it’s all fake!)

"So you want me to defeat the opposing Master? King versus king, Master versus Master, fair enough."

"That's one way, and I recommend it, but if safety is a concern, there's a safer option."

After saying that, C flashed his shining eyes and glanced behind him. He had already seen someone coming from the future.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... One minute later, the sound of a motorcycle engine and the harsh friction of tires under heavy load came from the end of the road.

Saber was almost at the scene.

The arrival of another Servant was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Seeing this, Tōsaka Tokiomi, who had already run far away, no longer hesitated and decided to use the Command Seals.

He no longer trusts Gilgamesh's power.

He couldn't even take down the caster, let alone the servant Saber, who was recognized as the strongest class, and was about to join the battlefield.

Chapter 130 Sing, EA! (4k) Catch up on yesterday's update

"I can't help it. Although it's a shame to waste a Command Seal here, I have to use it."

Tokiomi jogged gracefully while using concealment magic to make himself inconspicuous. In just a few minutes, he had already run nearly a kilometer.

All I can say is that magic is really convenient, allowing people to escape at full speed while still remaining elegant.

"I never expected that this Holy Grail War would actually summon the same Heroic Spirit of a different class. Now the Hero King's already exceptional strength advantage is in jeopardy, and accidents could happen at any time."

"And the little girl who just came over, with her silver hair and red eyes, is undoubtedly an Einzbern android. You can even see the shape of a Command Seal on her right hand."

"The people around her aren't that important; they're probably just maids or bodyguards. The only important information is that Caster belongs to the Einzbern faction."

"Damn it! Did they also adopt the alliance plan, just like Kirei and I?"

Tōsaka Tokiomi clenched the magic robe in his hand. His previously proud tactics now seemed to have lost their meaning.

Summoning and Archer himself, summoned Assassin's apprentice;

Emiya Kiritsugu summoned Saber, and the Einzbern android summoned Caster.

Comparing the two, his side's combat power was actually inferior, which undoubtedly disrupted most of his ideas.

"And I don't know what the King of Heroes is thinking. Why can't he run away before starting the battle? I don't know how much the century-old foundation of the Tohsaka family will lose tonight."

When he thought of the magic books, various ceremonial costumes, property deeds stored in his workshop, and the high-end gems he had spent a huge amount of money to buy, Tōsaka Tokiomi felt so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

Although he had set up two or three workshops outside the Tohsaka Mansion as a backup plan, they were only backups and were far from comfortable or safe.

And the current dire situation was all caused by Archer Gilgamesh. Thinking of this, Tokiomi couldn't help but feel a little resentful.

"If only I hadn't summoned the King of Heroes." He sighed in regret.

Time passed quickly while he was daydreaming, and the hidden workshop that he had secretly arranged appeared before Tokiomi's eyes.

It was a small hotel on the corner of the street, with simple decoration and shabby interior. It was the kind of place that no one would visit whether it was open or not.

No one knew that it was the property of the Tosaka family, the biggest local tyrant in Fuyuki City.

"Here we are, the most hidden workshop I set up."