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

Chapter 132 Assassin's move and Tokiomi's failure (4k5)

The taxi maintained a speed of 70 miles per hour, driving at a constant speed on the road outside the city. Its destination was the end of the suburban road.

In the car, Altria would occasionally look out and look at the driver with a guilty look.

The three men searched their pockets but didn't find even a coin. Naturally, no one was willing to give them a ride.

In the end, the problem was solved by Aiwen's magic of suggestion.

This kind of thing violates Altria's rules, but it's not serious. It's really just stepping on the bottom line.

But considering Irisviel's anxious expression as she missed her daughter, she acquiesced to this theft-like act.

"Saber, how long will it take? Illya really wants to see her mother."

In the back seat, the beautiful girl who looked like a petite princess was nodding her head intermittently, her lifeless eyes closing from time to time, and then opening with difficulty.

Illya was so sleepy now that even the back of the seat in front of her became blurry.

The excitement of breaking through the Snow City, the joy of the journey across the ocean, the shock of the servants fighting each other, her highly active nerves consumed her already limited energy.

Everything she experienced today was too long for a child. If she hadn't taken a nap during the day, she would have fallen into a sweet dream by now.

"It will take another half an hour because there is no smooth asphalt road further ahead. We are going deeper into the forest."

Altria's pleasant reply came from the front passenger seat.

"Really? It's so long, but Illya will persevere, will persevere... persevere..."

After hearing the specific time, the breath of relief in her heart dissipated, and the suppressed fatigue instantly surged into her heart. Illya was stubborn in her words, but her body was no longer willing to accompany her.

Her voice grew lower as she muttered her thoughts, and her lovely face was already filled with sleep. She swayed from side to side a few times before falling to one side.

Aiwen silently reached out and supported the light body that fell towards him, allowing Illya to lie down in a comfortable position.

"Thank you for your hard work today."

Patting her head, Aiwen gave her praise. Illya, who was already asleep, seemed to hear these words and smiled peacefully.

Saber turned around and looked at this scene, and reaffirmed her thoughts.

"Sure enough, it's because Illya has someone by her side that Caster feels free to act freely. Otherwise, he wouldn't have let his Master come back with me so easily."

"Although Illya and Kiritsugu are father and daughter, they are now also participants in the pursuit of the Holy Grail. Caster certainly has the same desire to fight for the Holy Grail. If his Master listens to his parents and gives up participating in the war, it will be troublesome."

Saber came up with a reasonable and coherent explanation in her mind, and the look she gave Illya became much more complicated.

She is not only the daughter of her Master and the person she should protect, but also the enemy who prevents her from holding the Holy Grail. Saber does not know what the future will hold for her and this girl.

If possible, she hoped there wouldn't be any hostility.

Saber sighed softly, and at that moment, the car body bounced up and down noticeably.

This exclamation was interrupted by a sudden jolt.

"Ok?"

Her body swayed slightly due to inertia, and Artoria looked at her feet in confusion.

"Did it crush the rock?" she muttered doubtfully.

Vehicles running over rocks was a common occurrence in her time, but it is somewhat rare nowadays.

However, this is a mountain road with few vehicles, so it is not surprising to have some rocks. It makes perfect sense according to common sense.

That's how it should be.

But Saber just felt uneasy. Her intuition was rumbling slightly, but she couldn't form an accurate idea in her mind.

It was like a precise gear was removed, and the train of thought was interrupted by some external force.

This contrast made Saber irritable, but also prompted her to think harder.

Until a certain moment, the intuitive feedback suddenly became urgent, and the subtle sense of disharmony that had always been elusive finally surfaced.

"No! The car wasn't vibrating because it was running over something. That feeling—it felt like someone jumped on the car!"

Saber turned around suddenly, her face filled with fear and panic, and she shouted anxiously: "Be careful, there's an attack!"

But it was too late to remind him at this time.

Saber's intuition worked because the moment the attacker launched the attack, his inherent skills lost their effect.

But it also means the attack is complete.

When Saber turned around, all she could see were three round, steel-melon-like objects that expanded in half a second.

The knowledge that the Holy Grail had stuffed into her mind told her that the fiery little thing was called a grenade.

"boom!!!"

Matter reacts in a very short period of time, releasing a large amount of energy that expands in the extremely dense space. The hard outer shell cannot restrain it and can only break apart helplessly.

Driven by the force of expansion, the fragments flew around in the space, effortlessly passing through the car mats and roof. The heat that followed ignited everything in this narrow space.

"Boom!!"

The taxi was engulfed in flames and exploded violently. The flames shot straight into the sky, as bright as a torch in the night, and black smoke drifted into the sky.

The attack was deadly. The power of the three grenades far exceeded their original lethality, not to mention the power of the vehicle's own explosion.

The driver died in an instant, leaving only his broken internal organs splattered on the car window, roasted by the flames, making a sizzling sound.

The assassin who launched the attack watched this scene from afar. There was no joy or sympathy on his face, only deep numbness.

He hid himself in the bushes and had no intention of showing up, because he knew that this level of attack would be harmless to Saber.

Sure enough, amidst the swaying flames, the shiny armor remained intact, with only a few bloodstains on Saber's cheeks.

Her eyes were ferocious, her expression twisted with anger, and her hands gripped the hilt of the sword so tightly that it made a "clicking" sound, which was the sound of her gauntlets deforming.

Scanning his gaze intently, Artoria roared, her anger making her words sound like a lion's roar, echoing on the deserted street.

"Assassin, come out! You despicable heretic! Assassinations are fine during war, but why did you harm innocent people?!"

Yes, this is the core of Saber's anger.

It would undoubtedly be foolish to let the weak assassin fight the three knights head-on. This does not meet the definition of fairness, so Artoria can accept the fact that she was assassinated.

Even when her master, Emiya Kiritsugu, was attacked by an assassin, Saber could accept it. After all, if one voluntarily participated in the Holy Grail War, one should be prepared to die.

"But what did the driver do wrong? Do you have any heroic spirit? Just because he was there, can we kill him for convenience?!"

This question is doomed to be fruitless.

Assassin could not respond to her accusations. He was a man who considered the result as everything else. As long as the final goal was achieved, everything else could be considered a price.

The order given to him by the Master was to find the Master and kill him, so he targeted Illya, the only Master currently wandering in the open.

The driver was killed simply because he was within the attack range, that's all.

As an assassin, he has an A+ level aura concealment. As long as he doesn't take the initiative, it is basically impossible to be detected.

But on the other hand, once he does something, he will lose this hidden advantage, so even if the attack will affect innocent people, he has no choice but to take action.

Now that Caster's master is asleep and Saber is not on guard, and they are in a small, enclosed space, it is the perfect opportunity. If you miss it, there will be no next time.

"But even so, you still couldn't kill her?"

The assassin, who had hidden himself again, muttered in a voice only he could hear, his eyes fixed on the two figures walking out of the wreckage of the car.

It was Aiwen and Illya.

Their bodies were licked by the raging fire, but a power emanated from the wooden board in Illya's arms, isolating them from all harm.

I didn't expect the protective Noble Phantasm Gilgamesh gave me would be useful so soon.

Not only were the scattered fragments, invisible shock waves, and scorching temperatures of the explosion blocked out, but even the loud noise was blocked out. Even with such a serious incident, she was still sound asleep in her dreams.

Seeing them, Artoria's mood was obviously calmed down a lot. She quickly came to the two of them, holding a transparent sword and standing on guard.

"Be careful, Caster's Noble Phantasm is not invincible. It's still dangerous here. Please don't leave my back."

Now all Altria can do is be on guard. Facing the A+ level aura shield, her A level intuition is powerless.

Now she could only hope that the assassin's stats were too weak, allowing her to react before being attacked.

"There's no need for that, Saber. He's already left."

Aiwen behind him shook his head and expressed a firm conclusion. His words attracted Saber's puzzled gaze.

"Are you sure? Is this result reliable? It's not that I don't trust you, but the performance of a Servant is far beyond the imagination of a magician. Even the weakest assassin can't be easily dealt with."

"Of course, the ley lines in this area are now under my control. Any high-density magical reactions will be undetectable."

At Aiwen's feet, several branches had already penetrated deep into the ground, and he completed a round of search silently.

"You Servants are already extremely dense magical aggregates. Only a few can surpass that. Now, except for Miss Saber, no one here has that kind of reaction."

After hearing this, Saber put down her sword doubtfully, but she was still armed. She probably wouldn't be able to relax until she returned to the base.

"It's remarkable that you can perform such exquisite magic. With your investigation, I'm sure Illya will be much safer."

Although she doesn't perform magic herself, Saber can still see the excellence of Aiwen's skills.

The army she had during her lifetime also had spells like the Scouting Society, but none of them were as complex as the ones written by Aiwen.

"We can't stay here for long. Assassin might attack again, and with all the noise, other servants might get involved. Let's leave first."

After Saber calmed down and mourned for the driver's remains, she decisively quickened her pace and left with Aiwen and Illya.

Now she felt that there might be enemies in every dark place. Fortunately, this place was not far from the Einzbern castle, and she would be safe there.

On a hill far away from here, Assassin was lying there, watching the direction Saber and the others left through the telescope in his hand.

As a heroic spirit summoned by magic, the modern objects used are indeed full of technology, which is very inconsistent.

But this is how he exists, he is not a conventional hero, just an unknown guardian.

It is the end of the foolish people who have signed a contract with Alaya, whose hearts are as hard as stone and have no self.

But now he felt strange.

During the assassination, the assassin found that he could not take his eyes off the sleeping little Master, even though he only looked at her three times more.

It was just a child, it wasn't like he hadn't killed before, but when it came to targeting the caster's Master, something felt different.

That silver hair and that face gave him a special excitement he had never experienced before, as if he had met a missing fragment of fate, bringing him a different encounter.

For the first time, he had the thought of "wanting to know".

While hesitating, the assassin Emiya Kiritsugu quietly changed his strategy.

"Let's make her our primary target of observation from now on. We must get to know the Master of the caster well. This is also part of intelligence gathering."

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On the other side, when Saber and the others were worried about not having money to take the bus, Archer finally came to Tōsaka Tokiomi.

"My king, I welcome your return. Please forgive my unavoidable actions just now."

After tidying himself up simply and becoming elegant again, the man bowed and apologized to the Hero King who had a calm expression in front of him.

He did not doubt the effectiveness of his Command Spells and simply thought that Gilgamesh had just come back from relaxing for a while.

Because Tokiomi first tidied himself up before activating the surveillance magic in the room, he missed the final moments of the battle and naturally didn't know that the Command Seals had no effect on Gilgamesh at all.

Now he believed that the King of Heroes should still be in a calm state under the command of the Command Spell, so he could still convince him with some reason.

This was truly a huge oversight. In the fatal choice, the Tohsaka family's ancestral attribute of failing to perform was activated.

The calm Gilgamesh might still listen to a few sophistry, but the tyrant who was now furious and calm had already decided Tokiomi's fate.

"Tell me, Tokiomi. I'll give you this time."

With a smile that was eerily gentle, the Hero King did not find fault with the oldness of the small workshop. He pulled out a chair and sat down, his expression as if he was watching the last dance of a jester.

"Yes, my king."

Tokiomi breathed a sigh of relief and straightened his back. Seeing how reasonable Gilgamesh was, he couldn't help but regret why he hadn't used the Command Seal earlier.