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

As a tool for family marriage, she did not need to undergo practical training.

The pain of her body being pierced instantly deprived her of the ability to move.

"Master!"

Upon hearing the gunshot, Dirumdo immediately turned back and saw Ms. Sorawiu screaming and rolling on the ground.

Blood and dust mixed together, forming a large, dark red clot.

His lord, meanwhile, leisurely placed a pistol on his lap.

"Go out, or rather, have you actually changed your allegiance?"

Kenneth didn't even glance at Diarmuid, who looked completely bewildered, and simply said coldly.

Diarmuid stood frozen in place, his eyes, which had witnessed countless battles, now closed.

At this moment, an unbelievable storm is surging.

He instinctively wanted to rush towards Solau and stop her bleeding.

But Kenneth's cold question was like an invisible shackle, pinning him firmly to the spot.

“Master…” His voice was dry, like sandpaper scraping, “Please allow me—”

"I told you to get out."

Kenneth's tone was completely flat, as if the gunshot had been nothing more than casually crushing a mosquito.

"Or is it that the honor of the Fiona Knights has become so cheap that you can disobey your lord at will?"

These words were like a poisoned dagger, precisely piercing Diarmuid's most vulnerable spot.

His handsome face twitched violently, and finally he slowly lowered his head and retreated step by step.

Each step felt as heavy as stepping on his own heart, until the shadow completely swallowed his figure.

Solau's screams gradually weakened, turning into intermittent sobs and groans.

She curled up on the cold cement floor, her hands tightly covering the bleeding wound on her abdomen, staining her expensive dress a dirty dark red.

"You...you're a madman..."

She struggled to lift her head, her once proud and beautiful face now distorted beyond recognition.

“Kill me…and the Archibald family is finished…My father will never let you get away with this…”

"Of course I know."

Kenneth finally turned his gaze to her, but there was no anger or resentment in his eyes, only a suffocating emptiness.

"How can I bear the wrath of the Lord of the Spirit Summoning Department? Therefore—"

He leaned slightly forward and pushed the wheelchair to Solau's side.

"—So I will die here with you."

Solau's pupils suddenly contracted, and intense fear coiled around her heart like a venomous snake.

She wanted to back away, to escape, but the gunshot wound in her abdomen prevented her from even crawling.

Blood was seeping from between her fingers, spreading into a glaring crimson stain on the cold ground.

"What...what are you saying...?"

Her voice was trembling uncontrollably.

"You're insane...you're really insane..."

"Perhaps."

Kenneth sighed softly, a sigh tinged with a hint of joy:

“But this is the only way we can be together, Sora.”

He gripped the wheelchair armrests tightly, struggling to fall off the wheelchair, and grabbed Sorau's hand, which was engraved with Command Seals.

Using her status as Master, she severed her connection with Diarmuid.

"My magic circuits are destroyed, my family is on the verge of collapse, and my fiancée—"

He paused, a bitter smile curving his lips.

"My fiancée would rather choose a Heroic Spirit than give me a second glance."

No...don't...

Solau finally realized what he was about to do, and fear completely distorted her face.

“Kenneth, please…we can talk…I can help you…I can get my father—”

"What did you ask your father to do?"

Kenneth interrupted her, his voice as gentle as if he were soothing a crying child.

"Should I ask him to spare my life? Or should I ask him to preserve the El-Melloi family name for my daughter's sake?"

He shook his head; ownership of Diarmuid was back in his hands.

"lancer".

"master".

At his call, Diarmuid appeared beside him, glancing reluctantly at Sorawi on the ground.

Dirumdo helped Kenneth up and placed him in a wheelchair.

"Put her on the bed."

With just a little effort, Kenneth's injuries caused him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

After taking several deep breaths to calm himself down, Kenneth looked at the dying Solau on the ground and said coldly.

Dirumdo obediently did as he was told.

The place where Solau was placed was the same hospital bed that Kenneth himself had previously lain in;

The complex instruments and tubing beside the bed were now connected to her body.

Kenneth stood aside, watching coldly as Dirumdo skillfully cleaned and carefully bandaged Soraw's wounds.

Bottle after bottle of incredibly precious secret medicine was poured into Solau's mouth as if it were free.

It barely kept her flickering flame of life afloat.

These desperate efforts to save her life are proof that Elmero tried to do so.

It was also part of Kenneth's carefully planned revenge.

With his magic circuits completely destroyed, he has lost the power to take revenge himself.

However, he can use his wisdom and strategy to create an even more troublesome and dangerous enemy for Kiritsugu Emiya.

The daughter of the Lord of the Spirit Realm died in an attack by modern firearms, and Kenneth tried his best to save her but still failed.

He then launched a frenzied revenge due to overwhelming grief, but ultimately succumbed to his own rage and died a suicide pact.

What a touching and logical story.

With one operation, none of those who deserve retaliation will escape.

So, to make this story more believable, Kenneth should now begin his furious revenge.

"Lancer, by the Command Spell, abandon your so-called chivalry and bring destruction upon my enemies at any cost."

A cold command, accompanied by the red glow of a Command Seal, resounded in the underground space.

"Do not......"

Caught off guard by Kenneth's sudden command, Diarmuid let out a scream.

He felt his mind being rewritten, and the glory he cherished being erased from his heart.

Instead, a frenzy arose, as if it wanted to burn the world to ashes.

"Sora, now no one can stop us."

Chapter 43: The Plan?

Weber and Iskandar came to their door early the next morning.

Upon seeing Shinji, Waver couldn't help but ask:

"Did you stay up all night?"

Shinji's current image is really a bit exaggerated.

Her bluish-purple hair was messy, and her eyes, covered by dark circles, were bloodshot.

"I can't sleep at all because I think about how the Assassin's seal might disappear at any time."

Upon seeing the two people who had come to his door, Shinji realized that it was already dawn.

He gestured for the two to sit down and then explained to Weber.

"Is there something you need from coming to see me so early?"

Shinji naturally accepted the coffee from Greta and asked the two of them.

Because Webber was born in the Clock Tower, he unconsciously adheres to the rule that magicians should conceal their secrets.

Therefore, after the Holy Grail War began, he and Iskandar always chose to carry out their actions at night.

During the day, he mostly gathered intelligence or simply accompanied the Conqueror King to watch documentaries about modern warfare.

Why did I come to see him so early in the morning? Was I planning to invite him to watch a documentary together?

"Shinji, have you forgotten why you asked us to cooperate?"

Upon hearing Shinji's words, Weber looked at him speechlessly, seeing that he showed no sign of tension, and said...

"Hmm~, are you all ready?"

Weber's words were like a bucket of ice water poured over Shinji's head, instantly dispelling his fatigue from the night.

"The Holy Grail War is already halfway through, and we've gathered most of the necessary information."

Therefore, it's time to acquire Berserker as a combatant.

Furthermore, based on the intelligence you provided, if we don't take action soon...

"Matou Kariya is about to be drained dry by the Berserker. He's your uncle, isn't he?"

Shinji remained silent for a moment, his fingers unconsciously tracing the warm surface of the coffee cup.

"Uncle..."

He repeated the title in a low voice, his tone carrying a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

To be honest, there wasn't really any deep affection between Shinji and Kariya Matou.

After all, before Shinji was born, Kariya had already given up the family's magician inheritance and resolutely left home.

Over the years, he has almost never returned and has had virtually no interaction with Shinji's life.

His sudden return has nothing to do with Shinji.

Ever since he stepped into that gloomy and terrifying insect warehouse, he has kept a low profile and rarely shows himself in front of Shinji.

Therefore, Shinji had almost no personal knowledge of this nominal uncle.

Almost everything he knew about Kariya came from that "story" he knew from his previous life.

In Shinji's mind, Kariya is a tragic figure who is manipulated and toyed with by fate and a few real villains, full of lamentable helplessness and sorrow.

But putting all that aside, Shinji knew in his heart that, no matter what, Kariya's original intention was good—he was a good person.

If given the opportunity, Shinji wouldn't mind giving him a hand.

Shinji put down his coffee cup, the bottom of which made a crisp sound as it hit the table.

He stood up and smoothed the seaweed-like hair on his head.

A sharp glint appeared in those bloodshot eyes.

"Gloria, get ready."

His voice was deep and steady, a stark contrast to his earlier exhaustion.