Type-Moon: Shinji Matou Also Wants to Be the Protagonist

"only?"

Weber jerked his head up, tears still streaming down his pale face. He propped himself up and instinctively raised his voice:

"Just motion sickness? Rider, do you know how I feel right now? My stomach is rebelling, my brain is boiling, and my soul is about to burst out of my mouth—ugh!"

Before he could finish speaking, his violent physical reaction caused him to gag and collapse back into his seat in pain.

What happened to him today!

They were carried in an open-top vehicle without seatbelts, speeding through the sky at speeds exceeding 200 kilometers per hour.

During this time, you will also experience instantaneous acceleration of over 100 km/h in a second, sudden stops, sharp turns, and even sudden increases in altitude.

Although the power of the divine wheels counteracted the inertia during the process.

But just being in a high-speed environment, the intense visual and sensory impact is enough to bring any ordinary person's nervous system to the brink of collapse.

Weber's mere symptoms of motion sickness were proof enough that he had incredibly strong nerves.

Weber felt he never wanted to ride in a car again in his life.

“That…Rider.”

He weakly raised one hand, his fingers trembling slightly.

"Next time, could you... give me advance notice?"

Iskandar scratched his short, fiery red hair, gave an awkward laugh, and said:

"This time, there's no time for sentimentality on the battlefield! Next time, next time for sure!"

Webber finally breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Iskandar's words.

He truly didn't want to experience that feeling of being worse than dead again.

Seeing that Weber's condition had stabilized, Iskandar pointed to something on the floor and asked with a headache:

"So, what should we do with this?"

It was a dark purple, spherical mass of flesh and blood, about the size of a basketball, pulsating like a heart.

This is a part that "coincidentally" fell onto his divine wheel after the Great Sea Demon self-destructed.

Even though it was just a lump of flesh and blood left, the Great Sea Demon's exaggerated regenerative abilities were still working.

When it first fell onto the car, it was only the size of an apple, but now it's bigger than a basketball.

Weber struggled to sit up and followed Iskandar's finger to look at the strange mass of flesh and blood.

Beneath the dark purple surface, faint vein-like patterns are visible writhing.

Each pulse emitted a faint magical fluctuation, like some living thing breathing silently.

"I'm curious, if we leave it alone, will this thing grow back into a giant sea monster?"

Iskandar stroked his fiery beard and said with great interest.

"Don't talk nonsense. If it really comes true, we're both doomed."

Weber was taken aback by Iskandar's ingenious idea.

Webber had clearly seen the Great Sea Demon's performance on the battlefield.

That exaggerated regenerative ability is beyond their ability to handle.

"What should we do then? We can't just leave it like this."

"My curiosity remains unfulfilled," Iskandar asked with some regret.

"That guy didn't say."

Weber rubbed his still throbbing temples, trying to concentrate.

"They only let us take this back, the rest..."

Before he could finish speaking, the mass of flesh suddenly contracted violently.

A thin crack appeared on the surface, revealing countless tiny tentacles inside, which danced wildly like a swarm of startled insects.

"Wow!"

The sudden turn of events startled Weber so much that he disregarded his physical discomfort and jumped up, retreating to the corner of the bed against the wall.

"Boom boom..."

The sound of something knocking came from the window, adding to the eeriness of the night.

Weber's heart was pounding, and his back was pressed tightly against the cold wall.

His gaze darted frantically between the writhing mass of flesh and the window, his voice trembling as he spoke:

“Rider…”

"I know."

Iskandar's voice was surprisingly steady. He stood up and walked straight to the window with his imposing figure.

"Knock knock."

The sound rang out again, and the Conqueror King casually opened the window, revealing a small budgerigar to the two of them.

"good evening!"

The parrot greeted us politely with a sharp voice.

Chapter 21: Cooperation Achieved

The atmosphere in the small room was somewhat eerie.

"You are Caster's Master?"

Weber's already pale face turned even more as he stared in disbelief at the child standing before him.

"Genuine or genuine."

Shinji, despite being scrutinized by the two men, did not flinch and confidently extended his hand to show them his remaining Command Seal.

"But... is this what a genius from a prestigious family is like?"

Waver still couldn't believe that the Master of the most mysterious Caster in this Holy Grail War was actually just a 7-year-old child.

But the Command Seals couldn't be faked, forcing him to face reality, and for a moment he became somewhat lost and dejected.

Weber Velvet considered himself a genius and also had a talent for learning.

But after getting the hang of it, his poor magic circuit talent reminded him that he was no good!

This disparity became even more apparent when compared to the surrounding classmates.

This made him admire geniuses, but also made him want to prove that he was no less talented than them.

The paper that led him to run off to Fuyuki to participate in the Holy Grail War in a fit of pique was a product of this distorted mindset.

Trying to publish a paper proving that bloodline is useless in an academic circle where talent and lineage determine everything.

In other words, it didn't get published successfully. If it had actually been published...

It's hard to imagine what would happen to Waver once these powerful people united in their attitude towards him.

This mix of confidence and inferiority complex made his personality conflicted.

The very existence of a "child prodigy" like Shinji was a heavy blow to him.

Weber is emo.

Meanwhile, Iskandar stroked his beard, staring at Shinji as if he were examining some rare treasure.

While Shinji was still feeling somewhat confused, Iskandar suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Shinji's shoulder, and said to him:

"Boy, after I am resurrected, would you like to become my subject?"

"With your talent, you will definitely become a powerful warrior in the future!"

With Iskandar's experience of fighting countless warriors throughout his life, he could easily see the mismatch between Shinji's physique and strength, as well as his top-notch reaction and agility.

Such a naturally gifted, top-tier military commander is what every ambitious monarch desires.

Even though he's dead, this is still the Holy Grail War.

If Xu Yuan comes back to life, he can continue his conquest and domination, which is exactly the time when he needs manpower.

"what?"

Weber, who was in a state of depression, was jolted out of his depression when he heard Iskandar's words.

He jumped out of bed and stared at Iskandar in disbelief.

If I remember correctly, this is his Servant, right?

"Do you even know him before you recruit him? We were enemies before!"

"What does it matter? Turning enemies into your own subordinates is also a form of conquest, hehehehe."

Waver's doubts did nothing to shake Iskandar's resolve; on the contrary, they made the conqueror laugh even more heartily.

A large, fan-like hand patted Webber's shoulder forcefully, causing the latter to sway slightly.

"I don't really care, but let's talk about this after you win the Holy Grail War."

Shinji was initially surprised by the Conqueror King's sudden offer of recruitment, but then casually accepted.

Shinji never had any domineering ambitions of being the only one who could rule the world.

If there's a good boss willing to protect him, Shinji would readily cling to that powerful figure.

Besides, let's not even talk about whether Iskandar's wish can be fulfilled.

Having this title alone would make it easier to build a relationship with Waver and El-Melloi Classroom, one of the four major evil forces of Type-Moon that he represents.

"Is this the meaning of 'the ruler chooses his ministers, and the ministers choose their rulers'? Interesting Eastern philosophy."

Iskandar, combining the new knowledge he had gained over the past two days, had a glint of admiration in his eyes.

He then burst into hearty laughter.

"Hahaha! Well said! I haven't won the Holy Grail yet, so it's indeed a bit early to talk about these things, but..."

He suppressed his smile, his gaze fixed intently on Shinji.

"I will surely achieve final victory, and when that happens, don't forget what you said today!"

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Seeing Iskandar's confidence, Shinji nodded in response.

Then he changed the subject and his tone became serious.

"However, let's discuss the matters we discussed earlier. Have you considered them carefully?"

Upon hearing Shinji's formal inquiry, Weber adjusted his mindset, and the two finally got into the evening's main topic smoothly.

Seeing that Shinji was still alone, Waver asked in confusion:

"Don't you plan to let Caster come out and meet us before we formally discuss the alliance?"

"Hold on."

Speaking of Caster, Shinji grinned at the two of them, then reached out and grabbed the ball of flesh on the floor.

As the mass of flesh twisted, a much dimmer ball of light peeled away from it.

Then, Shinji handed the ball of light to Waver and the Conqueror.

Understanding Shinji's meaning, Weber swallowed hard and tentatively asked:

"This is Caster?"

With Waver's abilities, he could clearly see that the ball of light in Shen's hand was a soul that was so weak that it was about to dissipate.

Compared to the Rider beside him, it's hard to believe that both of them are Heroic Spirits.

Shinji nodded, acknowledging Weber's question, and then explained his reasons for doing so:

"Yes, this guy was a child abuser in his previous life. I figured we couldn't get along anyway, so I decided to strike first."

Weber's gaze towards Shinji had become strange, and he asked:

"So you're saying you designed the dock project all by yourself?"