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

"With all due respect, my king, you are too reckless. Exposing your strength in just the first battle will only bring disaster."

"The other you is quite powerful, and his Master is related to Saber's Master by blood. What should we do if the only way is to form an alliance with Saber to deal with you?"

"In my opinion, it's better to be patient for now. My workshop is extremely well hidden and I haven't told anyone about it. As long as you hide here, the enemy won't be able to deal with you."

"Then, at that time, Caster will become the strongest Servant on the scene. To counter him, the others will naturally form an alliance. Once both are defeated, you can take action and wipe out those rebels who are eyeing the Holy Grail!"

Tokiomi boasted about his own strategy, completely unaware of Gilgamesh's increasingly calm gaze.

Could it be that the King of Heroes has become more tempered?

No, it’s just that he felt that there was no need to be angry with a dying person.

"So the king just needs to wait and see. What do you think of this plan?"

Tōsaka Tokiomi bowed gracefully and ended his speech.

"Oh, is it over, Tokiomi?"

"Yes, I have finished what I wanted to say." He bowed his head respectfully, but he missed Gilgamesh's expression which changed from calm to furious.

"What a shame! It seems this is all the time you can buy yourself."

The king smiled grimly.

Chapter 133: Archer Team Master Exits and Meets Mother and Daughter (Son-in-law) (4k5)

"king?"

Hearing Gilgamesh's low and suppressed words, an extremely uneasy intuition flashed through Tōsaka Tokiomi's body like lightning.

He felt a shiver like a spider crawling across his back, and beads of cold sweat slid down his forehead.

"Wang, what exactly do you mean by this..."

Tōsaka Tokiomi forced a smile. He subconsciously raised his head, wanting to look directly at Gilgamesh's face to determine what went wrong.

You have to know that Tōsaka Tokiomi has excellent social skills.

It was thanks to his outstanding relationship-building skills that Tōsaka Tokiomi was able to leave the impression of "Oh, the Tōsaka family, that rural family of magicians, and this generation of inheritors of the Magic Seal is quite sensible" to the important figures in the Clock Tower.

It has become his instinct to look directly at the other person, judge their general thoughts based on their micro-expressions, and then say something to cater to their interests.

During this short yet extremely long process of looking up, Tōsaka Tokiomi subconsciously comforted himself in his heart.

He subconsciously knew that his relationship with the Hero King could never go back to what it was before, but he still didn't give up.

"It doesn't matter. I am his Master. Servants may sound special, but they are nothing more than familiars. Without a Master, even the King of Heroes will be defeated. In order to seize the Holy Grail, the King of Heroes will probably be patient."

"It might cause disunity, but what we need is his fighting ability. I'll just give in a little bit in terms of attitude."

A similar thought flashed through his mind, and Tokiomi finally raised his gaze far enough.

He rolled his eyes, trying to catch the golden figure in front of him.

But at this moment, the pupils only felt a slight chill, so slight, as cool as the fishing line passing through the hands in the hot summer.

"what?"

Toosaka Tokiomi subconsciously blinked because of this strange feeling, but all he saw was darkness, and warm liquid moistened his eye sockets.

“Ah~~Ah!!!!”

The scream came late, and the piercing pain finally reached his brain a second later. The man knelt on the ground in embarrassment, covering his eyes with trembling hands, but he couldn't stop the bright red blood from flowing out.

"My...my eyes...ah!"

Tokiomi's voice became hoarse due to this sudden blow. It felt like there were two drills stirring inside his eyes. Pain and fear hit his mind together, causing his brain to go blank.

In fact, simple pain would not make him so unbearable.

As a magician, physical pain is commonplace, especially the part where the magic mark is located, which is constantly experiencing the pain of physical rejection.

The real reason was that he felt fear.

Because Gilgamesh attacked him, the familiar attacked his master, which means the magician is disqualified.

The pride of being a magus that Tōsaka Tokiomi valued most was shattered, and he became, in fact, a third-rate magus who was attacked by his familiar.

And there's one more thing.

What would happen to him next? The beast that had seen blood would never return to the cage. The thought of this made the unknown fear grip his throat.

Gilgamesh crossed his legs, leaned to the left, and leaned on the armrest of the chair, his eyes filled with burning malice.

"How dare you, bastard! Who gave you the right to look directly at the glory of this king? Such a crime deserves the punishment of gouging out your eyes."

Satisfied with watching the betrayer trembling on the ground, Gilgamesh opened the King's Treasury, summoned several swords, and pointed them at Tōsaka Tokiomi.

"And if you, the clown, want to please me, how about making more sincere noises? It's more interesting than your hypocritical and boring mask."

It pierced through Tohsaka Tokiomi's hands, feet, shoulder blades and lower body in turn, causing him to wail shrilly again. This time the pain was clearly beyond the endurance of a human, and even the magus could not hold back.

"King... Gilgamesh, why..."

The once handsome face no longer resembled a human, his muscles were twitching, and his eye sockets, which were filled with red and white sticky liquid, were empty, like a demon.

Gilgamesh watched this scene with pleasure, feeling that the anger caused by tonight's humiliation had finally dissipated a little.

He even watched his Master's end with a look of delight.

"What's wrong, Tokiomi? Since you claim to be my subject, then you should remember the principle that if the king insults his subject, he will die. Isn't now the time to demonstrate your duty as a subject?"

"Oh, I forgot. The bastard who insulted me and my subject are actually the same person. How perfect! You should be happy about the king's judgment on the sinner. Why are you wailing in pain?"

"Please, please forgive me..."

Tōsaka Tokiomi didn't understand, he didn't know what the insult was that Gilgamesh was saying.

But the instinct of life made him apologize humbly. The wounds all over his body were bleeding, and he felt that his heartbeat had begun to weaken. The repair of the magic mark was just a drop in the bucket.

"I will do anything... whatever you ask me to do... please save me, the Command Seal, the Command Seal... ugh!"

The golden combat boots stepped on Tokiomi's head, pressing his miserable face deeply into the carpet. Only this kind of insult could be compared to the humiliation Gilgamesh suffered when he knew that he had used the Command Seal.

Tōsaka Tokiomi struggled, desperately squirming forward. He touched the tip of Gilgamesh's boot with his blood-stained hand, leaving a red stain on the golden surface.

"Tsk, disgusting! I know exactly what you mean by 'what'. A bastard is just a bastard. Even his struggle is so ugly."

The golden king soon felt bored. Tōsaka Tokiomi was just a sinner, and his role as a criminal ended there. Gilgamesh didn't want to waste even a bit of energy on him.

So he kicked Tokiomi's hand away, like kicking a stray dog on the side of the road.

"Don't worry, Tokiomi, I won't take your life for the time being."

"After all, the magic power of the present world can be dealt with, but the Master as the anchor of the present world is still unsolvable. Thanks to this rule, you have saved your life."

With a wave of his hand, the Noble Phantasm stuck in Tokiomi's body turned into golden particles and dissipated. Gilgamesh sneered at the boring man at his feet.

"However, you have only saved a life. From now on, you will exist as a living puppet simply to maintain my existence in this world. Your intelligence, wisdom, and emotions are no longer necessary for me."

"Goodbye. This is the last image that this personality of Tōsaka Tokiomi will remember in this life."

After saying that, Gilgamesh opened his treasure house and took out two bottles of magic potion. One bottle was filled with a large amount of life energy, while the other was filled with a pungent stench.

He lifted Tokiomi's hair to expose his mouth, and poured the potion into his mouth without hesitation.

The cold potion ran down his throat and burned his stomach, and Tōsaka Tokiomi could feel his spirit beginning to collapse.

In the pitch-black vision, his own experiences from childhood to adulthood began to emerge, from his hard work in learning magic as a child, to studying in the Clock Tower as a teenager, to marrying Aoi in his youth, and then having daughters.

Memories are being lost, emotions are becoming empty, and the time spent working hard for the path of magic has become a meaningless assumption.

Tōsaka Tokiomi is about to face his own death.

But to his surprise, he did not feel fear or coldness, but only regret that his long-cherished wish had gone to waste and ridicule of himself.

I've put so much effort into finding the strongest Servant and forming an alliance with the Church. Logically, this should be the one with the greatest chance of winning, but now I'm afraid I'll be the first Master to withdraw, and it's all because of my own familiar's backstabbing?!

All the years of hard work went to waste, and he withdrew from the Holy Grail War before it even started.

What a joke! It's the most appropriate way to describe himself as an incompetent waste. As a magician, Tōsaka Tokiomi has completely failed.

Now all that's left in his heart is the inheritance of the Tohsaka family's magic and what he wants to say to his daughter Tohsaka Rin.

"Rin, from now on, the magic of the Tohsaka family will be in your hands. Your mother is not as strong as she looks, so you have to support her."

"Although Matou Kariya is a loser who shirks his duties as a magus, he is sincere to you and your mother. If you are truly exhausted, you can rely on him in the secular world when necessary."

"I'm not worried about your talent. You will definitely go further than your father in the future. Remember not to forget the Tohsaka family's ancestral teachings, which are to teach future generations to prioritize pursuing their roots."

"Resist yourself and strive at all times. Remember to maintain elegance. Don't grieve over your father's passing. This is the fate of those who participate in the Holy Grail War."

"...Rin, goodbye."

This was Tōsaka Tokiomi's last conscious thought. His consciousness was completely shattered from then on, leaving only his body that could still live instinctively.

"Humph."

Gilgamesh sneered and loosened his grip, letting his Master collapse to the ground, covered in his own blood.

The elixir he fed to Tokiomi was enough to keep him alive for a month. As for his hunger, excretion, and washing during this period, Gilgamesh did not consider it.

The Hero King didn't even glance at Tokiomi, and immediately transformed into a spirit and left the house. He would never come here again.

Then the room suddenly became quiet, with only the breathing sound of a piece of meat left. Someone will meet his final end here.

Ironically, Tōsaka Tokiomi, who pursued elegance throughout his life, probably did not look decent when he died, just like a kind of reincarnation.

The head of the wealthy Tosaka family in Fuyuki City disappeared in an unknown place, becoming a permanent unsolved case.

On the second night of the Holy Grail War, Archer teamed up and the Master left the stage.

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"Here we are."

Seeing the luxurious castle in front of her, Saber was obviously relieved. Although she also knew that if Assassin wanted to, a mere magic workshop could not stop him, she still felt at ease.

You will feel safe when you are at home. This is also a kind of psychological projection of human beings.

"Saber!"

Not far away, a female voice as clear and moving as a bird sounded, full of surprise.

Aiwen looked in the direction of the voice and saw a silver-haired lady wandering anxiously at the castle gate.

When she saw Saber, she showed an obvious smile of joy. At just one glance, Aiwen knew that she must be Illya's mother.

Because she and Illya are so similar, almost like they were carved from the same mold.

Incidentally, although all the female members of Einzbern are imitations of that "Saint", they do not look exactly the same.

Only special members will undergo adjustments, and only they will have the same face as the "Saint".

"Irisviel, I'm back."

Saber put away the sword in her hand and smiled happily. She liked this innocent and pure lady very much. Her simplicity could always comfort Saber's broken heart.

Of course, she did not forget to introduce the two important people she brought with her.

Saber held Irisviel's arm with one hand and reached behind her with the other, where Aiwen was holding the silver-haired girl in his arms, letting her sleep peacefully.

"Also, I'm glad I've fulfilled my mission and brought your daughter back safely. Congratulations on being able to see your daughter again safely."

"Is that so? Thank you, Saber, you really brought my Illya to me..."

Irisviel paused in her running steps, her gaze now completely occupied by the person in Aiwen's arms.

Her face unconsciously revealed the utmost maternal tenderness. She spoke in a low voice, her red eyes sparkling with light, and she seemed unable to restrain herself.

"Saber, look, Illya is asleep. She's so cute. Doesn't she look like some little princesses you know?"

"Of course, among the little girls I know, Illya is also one of the cutest ones."

Saber answered the question seriously. Hearing her daughter being praised, Irisviel was even happier than being praised herself.

"That's great, Mom. I thought I would never have the chance to see Illya again, my daughter."

Slowly approaching, Irisviel carefully extended her fingers, gently rubbed the girl's tender face, and revealed a complex smile that was a mixture of emotion, satisfaction and sadness.

"Mom wants to thank God for being able to see you again."

Aiwen said nothing, knowing that the nine-year-old mother was not afraid of her own death, but was only worried about her daughter's future.