Magician in Type-Moon

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After Kenneth whispered the incantation to activate the spell, his body was rapidly pushed backward by a portion of the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid.

The other part transformed into two mercury dolls to block the killing move from the unknown heroic spirit.

This magic trick was inspired by an encounter with the so-called El-Melloi II in my previous life, and was subsequently created. As for that person...

Assassin's arm easily pierced through the shield formed by the Moon Spirit Essence and the two puppets, heading straight for Kenneth's heart.

"Damn it, Lancer!"

Kenneth was about to use a Command Spell to summon Lancer, but was it too late?

At the same time, another person's loud shout came from the sky.

“Rider!!!”

Seeing his Master's panic, Iskandar didn't need to ask any more questions to know his intentions—he wanted to save the wounded man.

She wanted to save the man who had been aggressive towards her in the clock tower and had even openly insulted her.

She wanted to save the man who had provoked her to participate in the Holy Grail War in a fit of anger, and who she hoped to defeat.

She also wanted to save the man who was a teacher.

"This is the spirit a real man should have! A hero should speak loudly!"

Iskandar, holding the reins of thunder, steered the divine bull from the heavens, each step like a thunderstorm, charging fiercely toward the center of the battlefield, with thunder rumbling and lightning flashing in the sky.

Even faster than Iskandar was his sword. As a conqueror with the body of a demigod, the human side of him was abundant and full, while his divine side was the manifestation of pure power.

The sword, imbued with the power of thunder, was hurled out like a bolt of lightning, aimed directly at Assassin's swollen, monstrous hand.

"boom!"

The sword froze the strange hand in place, and its growth rate began to stop.

Kenneth finally had a chance to catch his breath. The second Command Seal on his hand gradually faded, and magical light gathered behind him.

Lancer is responding to the Command Spell's call; it's almost here!

"I'm sorry, but may your soul drip with pain like candy, delusional heartbeat!"

The stagnant, fiery red wrist suddenly began to swell, the growth stretching out like rubber, touching Kenneth's figure.

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The spear, imbued with azure magic, blasted away the incoming Satanic hand from behind Kenneth. Under the release of the spear's magic, the crimson hand instantly dissipated into ethereal fragments in mid-air.

At the same time, Iskandar's chariot flew down from the sky, riding on lightning and sending Assassin flying.

The impact of the divine bull's thunderous hooves was comparable to a Servant's full-force strike.

"Caught up..."

Webber felt a surge of excitement upon seeing this scene, but also a sense of fear upon seeing the injured Kenneth.

However, the Servants present did not show any joy; instead, they all remained silent.

Sensing something was amiss, Webber looked at everyone with a puzzled expression, wondering why they all looked this way after he had already saved Kenneth.

After being hit, Assassin rolled several times on the ground before slowly coming to a stop. He wiped the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth with his left hand and covered his mask, which was about to break.

His right arm, which had been transformed into an ethereal block, reformed, and his palm turned upward, revealing a creation shaped like a heart.

*Splat!*

Assassin crushed the magical heart with a single blow, blood oozing from the gaps in his clenched fist.

Immediately afterwards, he put the crushed heart into his mouth and swallowed it.

He licked his lips defiantly, and using the distance he had traveled after being hit by the tank, he quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Iskandar watched Assassin disappear into the darkness, his brow furrowed, but he made no further move.

As an adversary, offering assistance is already the limit; continuing to pursue such a scoundrel would only be a waste of one's energy.

Lancer looked at her Master, who was on the verge of death, and felt a pang of guilt. If she had simply unleashed her Noble Phantasm to end the battle, or given up... perhaps the outcome would have been...

"Perhaps there is still a chance, it's just that the heart is missing. As long as a heart is replaced...yes, as long as a heart is replaced!"

As if struck by a sudden thought, Lancer raised his right hand into a claw shape and thrust it straight toward his own chest.

"Hey Lancer!"

"Hey, Lancer!" Iskandar knew what Lancer was up to as soon as he saw her movements.

After thinking it over, he decided to give up trying to stop it. After all, it was someone else's will, and even the King of Conquerors had no right to interfere.

Just as the magical hand was about to pierce his chest, Lancer's body suddenly froze, as if bound by an invisible force.

Webber's gaze fell upon Lancer's sudden halt in motion, and only then did he notice Kenneth's slowly raised right hand.

"That's a Command Seal..."

On Kenneth's right hand, which he barely raised, the last trace of magical energy appeared. The three magnificent stigmata that were once visible now only left faint marks, proving his status as a Master.

"I'm sorry, Lancer, I can't grant your wish..."

Memories flowed like a gentle stream through the hearts of the Master and Servant.

That was the afternoon after the summoning of the heroic spirits.

Kenneth pulled out a love letter he had written to his fiancée, Solau, which was tucked among the books in his study, and ran his fingers over it repeatedly.

Lancer sat opposite him, looking at the Heroic Spirit before him, and Kenneth asked the same question he had asked the Heroic Spirit Diomud:

Why do you seek the Holy Grail?

Unlike the previous one which ended without a trace, this time the petite heroic spirit gave a clear answer.

"I want to go back to the inner world and take a trip."

"The Elf Realm is just below. With your abilities, going in shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

Kenneth pointed to the ground, somewhat puzzled. After summoning this Servant, he had no doubt about her abilities, not to mention that the recent loosening of that boundary had been confirmed.

Lancer simply shook his head, a hint of helplessness in his eyes, and said:

"This is fate, and also responsibility."

“Fate…” Kenneth repeated the word softly, lost in thought.

......

"Fate?" Kenneth murmured as he lay in Lancer's arms.

Kenneth tilted his head and stared blankly at Webber Velvet beside him.

Weber, however, was still lost in his grief and did not notice.

Seeing this, Iskandar patted his Master on the back and pushed him in front of Kenneth.

"Weber, I never expected you to save me..."

"Kenneth...teacher...I'm sorry...I..."

On his deathbed, Kenneth looked at Weber in front of him through blurred vision, feeling that his figure overlapped with someone in his memory, as if he had realized something.

With the last of his strength, he grabbed Weber's arm, pulled him close to his face, and stared intently at Weber's features.

"...Second...Wavellis, beware of the monarch of the Astronomy Department..."

After saying those words, he seemed to have used up all his strength, and his body began to slowly tilt downwards.

Seemingly somewhat unwilling, he kept muttering...

"What fate..."

......

Flight BA911, a Boeing 707-400 passenger plane.

This is a flight from San Francisco, USA to Tokyo, Japan, with a layover in London, UK.

Solau, sitting in the first-class cabin, suddenly felt a little palpitations and couldn't help but look out the window at the night view. They were almost in Japan.

She had been unhappy about Kenneth's decision to take the female spirit to Japan alone.

Even under her insistence, Kenneth still refused the suggestion to take her to the Holy Grail War.

In the past, whenever she made a request, no matter how unreasonable it was, as long as she showed a firm stance, Kenneth would always comply with it.

But this time it was rejected so decisively.

Until that day, when Solau watched Kenneth board the plane bound for Fuyuki, she seemed to sense something.

"He was going to his death like a man."

It was just a magic competition, why did they act like that? Why didn't they tell me?

He was clutching the love letter that Kenneth had never given him; it had been found in his study.

Before this, everyone thought that this marriage was just a conflict of interests, and even she herself thought so.

Only today did she discover the burning love buried underground.

After much deliberation, she decided to face this together with Kenneth and booked today's flight.

"Kenneth, wait for me..."

......

"What are you doing?!"

Faced with Lancer's questioning, Weber wiped away his tears, his attitude resolute, and said loudly:

"Of course, we must properly collect Kenneth's body to prevent damage to the magic crest. This is our business as magicians!"

To prevent magicians from dying accidentally, the Clock Tower has always taught courses on the recovery of magical crests. Although Waver is not proficient at this time, he is still capable enough to preserve the body.

Iskandar smiled with satisfaction as he watched his Master busily tending to Kenneth's body, then turned to look at Lancer beside him.

Although she received Kenneth's final Command Spell, which allowed her to barely remain in the mortal world, she would dissipate in a few days without the magical support from her Master.

"Hey, Lancer, how about joining my team? Your Master's last command was to have you find a new magician to form a contract with, wasn't it?"