Chapter 92. Global Audience: Is There No Servant Who Respects the So-Called Class Affinity?
[For Heroic Spirit Yukinoshita Yukino, she has no future.]
[After this, it will still be endless days of slaughter and sin.]
[But that's fine too...]
[At least another "her" will no longer appear.]
[Raku Sou stood in the forest, gazing toward the collapsing ancient castle in the distance, feeling emotional — perhaps Heroic Spirit Yukino finally thought the same.]
[He glanced sideways, noticing Yukino still silent, lost in thought, so he smiled gently and gave her shoulder a firm pat, "Stop thinking about it, let's go see if that old man over there found anything."]
["Mm."]
[The young girl Yukino lightly nodded, a warm breeze gently lifted a strand of her hair, making her even more beautiful under the sunlight. She took Raku Sou's hand…]
[The two figures gradually disappeared into the distance, the morning light rose and tore through the clouds.]
...
This scene was too beautiful, full of melancholy loneliness, yet brimming with vitality, like a flash of light at the end of a tunnel, like a breathtaking painting framed forever.
"The war for belief… has ended."
Many people on Earth fell silent; quite a few emotional little girls were still sobbing.
That heavy ideal finally backed down.
"Now that I think about it, I really liked white-haired Yukino at first, but after seeing her betray Raku Sou, stabbing Yukino in the back, I started to hate her… But now that she's gone, I feel kind of complicated inside."
Someone couldn't help but sigh.
His impression was also the impression most people had of Servant Yukino.
From ignorance to understanding, then pity for her…
If fate hadn't played such cruel tricks, maybe Yukinoshita Yukino wouldn't have become a Heroic Spirit, but would have devoted herself to helping the people before her.
Day by day, year by year, and finally grow old with a happy smile, resting peacefully in the earth.
"It's all the Counter Force's fault mew~!"
A moe girl was muttering complaints, face full of anger, scribbling all over her drawing board.
Most hateful is that kind of cold-blooded boss mew!
Those evil capitalist bastards exploiting employees should just die mew!
...
"So this is the price to pay for becoming an ally of justic?"
In Tokyo, Tokisaki Kurumi's eyes were dazed, fully connected with the painful sensations of the girl Yukino.
Experiencing how her entire body was wounded, repeatedly healed only to be burdened with deep fatigue to continue fighting — in that pain, she saw, she understood that persistence; even "ups and downs" were no longer enough to describe such unwavering resolve.
Archer had lost.
Not lost to Yukino, but to the beautiful ideal she once embraced.
After going through countless hells, becoming the sorrowful executioner of the Counter Force.
She saw the girl of her youth self, like a treasure.
That's right…
Such a person really did once exist in this world.
Even so...
"I still want to become an ally of justic!"
The girl stood before the mirror, slowly tying her hair into twin tails, her gaze gradually growing just as determined.
If before she had still been aimless…
Then now, she had a guiding sign like a mirror, capable of lighting the path ahead of her.
"Zzzz..."
As Tokisaki Kurumi silently affirmed her faith, the sky suddenly rained down countless invisible particles of light, like mischievous spirits slipping into her arms, the path of blue light like electric arcs flared up, faintly appearing on her skin.
Finally, the light flashed and disappeared, embedding a magical wedge, as if the time had yet to come.
At the same time, the sky rained tens of thousands of light beams, falling across the world.
No one noticed that a silent transformation had descended.
...
The camera slowly pulled back, the BGM faded into silence.
Under the watchful gaze of countless people on Earth, the image shifted to a splendid and luxurious mansion.
Creak~.
[On the rooftop, the man in blue glanced at the just-opened door, looked at the two familiar figures, the corner of his mouth curled up into a lazy smile, the fishing rod in his hand extending dozens of meters as he cast it into the pond ahead.]
["Yo, brat… and Yukino too, you both came back huh."]
["Long time no see, Lancer."]
[Raku Sou also smiled and greeted, "Where's Uncle Mouri?"]
[Cu Chulainn yawned, "In the room, been waiting for you two for a while."]
["Alright, Lancer, let's go in."]
[Raku Sou nodded, holding Yukino's hand, he smiled and signaled with his eyes.]
["Such a hassle."]
[Cu Chulainn pouted, what could be more important than fishing?]
...
"You damn fishing addict."
On the coast, Minagi Hiyori murmured softly, reeling in her exquisite sea fishing rod.
First time meeting someone even more obsessed with fishing than herself — truly, there's always a taller mountain.
...
[Ten minutes later, inside the Shinomiya residence.]
[Everyone gathered in the living room, Raku Sou recounted the entire incident.]
[Mouri Kogoro sat on the sofa, brows relaxing, murmuring: "So that's it, Archer is Yukino's future, huh."]
["..."]
[Raku Sou rolled his eyes, a bit helpless — he guessed that Uncle Mouri had known all along.]
[He simply thought the same as him — respecting Yukino, not wanting to interfere.]
[Cu Chulainn sighed: "Truly a regretful opponent."]
[He answered the Holy Grail War's summoning to satisfy his craving for battle.]
[To him, white-haired Yukino was a worthy opponent — agile, honed battle awareness and experience forged through thousands of fights, even superior to some heroes sung of by poets.]
[What a shame...]
[Just like that, she left.]
[Seeing that, Raku Sou fell into brief thought, not saying anything more.]
[Archer… has she really left the stage for good?]
[Afterward, the group began discussing serious matters, facing the one behind the summoning of Gorgon, everyone shared their thoughts and deductions.]
[Mouri Kogoro brought out a stack of documents, presenting his deduction in detail.]
[His words were logical and supported by evidence, the information thorough, the chain of reasoning complete and convincing.]
["The mastermind… is very likely your senpai, Enoshima Junko."]
[Kogoro quietly lit a cigarette, calmly facing Raku Sou.]
["She didn't just release Gorgon — in her hands is also a Servant left over from the Fourth War, likely of the Archer class, extremely powerful, maybe even stronger than the Einzbern family's Berserker."]
["Is that so..."]
[Raku Sou looked pensive, this matched the deduction he had investigated.]
[Within expectations, but still a bit regretful.]
[He whispered: "Then don't tell Kaguya. Let me handle the matter of senpai."]
["Not telling me what?"]
[A curious voice sounded, Kaguya peeked out, carrying a tray of pastries.]
["Haha, since you've heard it already, can't be helped."]
[The mustached detective forced a hearty laugh, "Let me tell you, the Servant your brother summoned…"]
["Is your Yukino-senpai~."]
[Kogoro spoke gently, using one truth to hide another.]
["Oh~, no wonder her archery felt so familiar to me."]
[Kaguya was surprised, then her eyes softened, showing a calm smile.]
[Kogoro's interest was piqued, he raised an eyebrow and asked: "Familiar archery technique?"]
["Yes, whenever I saw Archer shoot, I always had a sense of familiarity, like someone I personally trained."]
[Kaguya smiled sweetly, "I'm the ace of the Kyudo club at the academy, even won a national prize. Onii-chan once said my archery was astonishingly brilliant. Maybe Yukino-san will learn archery from me someday."]
["That's amazing!"]
[Kogoro also praised — these juniors really couldn't be underestimated.]
[Immediately after, he turned to discuss countermeasures, but suddenly noticed Cu Chulainn frowning deeply.]
["Lancer?!"]
[Kogoro was a bit surprised, looking up to see everyone else seriously staring toward the east.]
[What's going on? Why am I the only one out of the loop?]
["There are signs of Servants engaging in battle, the situation is intense…"]
[Cu Chulainn's gaze was sharp as he explained.]
["Lancer, stay here. Protect Uncle Mouri and Kaguya."]
[Raku Sou spoke in a deep voice, swiftly assigning roles, "Yukino and I will go check the situation."]
["Understood." Mouri Kogoro nodded seriously, agreeing to the plan.]
[Immediately after, Raku Sou and Yukino exchanged glances, and with perfect coordination, burst through the door.]
[Swish!]
[Yukino extended her fair arms and held Raku Sou tightly in her embrace. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she dashed toward the distant region where thunder roared, her movements agile, weaving through the afterimages.]
[This was because Raku Sou had to conserve his Reinforcement Magecraft for the critical moment.]
[For Yukino, who possessed the physique of a Pseudo-Servant, to carry him was undoubtedly the optimal choice.]
[However... Yukino had no idea that, after the battle to eliminate Gorgon—]
[Because Caster had once cast Age of the Gods Reinforcement Magecraft on Raku Sou, which allowed him, through firsthand experience, to constantly analyze, interpret, and eventually master it—he had finally developed his own version of the Age of the Gods Reinforcement Magecraft.]
[Now, he could enhance his own body to the level of a Pseudo-Servant, maintaining it for an hour without cellular collapse.]
[If he disregarded the cost, he could even strengthen himself to the level of the peak King of Knights...]
...
"WTF! Princess carry?!"
"Damn! Bro just unlocked another cheat?!"
Within the Celestial Curtain, Natsuki Subaru and Satou Kazuma shouted in unison, utterly shocked.
The two of them were clearly focused on entirely different things.
Seeing Raku Sou cradled within the fragrant embrace of the adorable Yukino, Kazuma was overwhelmed with jealousy, grinding his teeth so hard they creaked.
When the hell will I get to sleep next to a hot girl like that?!
When that day comes, I'mma nut my soul out!
Meanwhile, Natsuki Subaru was shocked at Raku Sou's overwhelming talent—he could comprehend Age of the Gods Magecraft just from one experience. No specific precedent came to mind, but this kind of genius was surely rare throughout Pan-Human History.
Age of the Gods Reinforcement Magecraft combined with Mystic Eyes of Death Perception—even a Berserker would break into a cold sweat!
However...
"Not counting the cost... what kind of cost are we talking about here?"
Natsuki Subaru fell into thought. Judging by what happened during the battle with Gorgon—
At the very least, sustaining it for half a minute didn't seem like an issue.
...
The people around them watched these two clowns, covering their faces, their mouths twitching.
Yeah… no wonder these two can hang out.
...
The scene twisted again, quickly shifting to a vast, rugged mountain range, now buried in dense black clouds.
No—
It would be more accurate to call it a devastated plain.
Thunder rolled endlessly. Blinding lightning tore through the sky, illuminating the land for tens of kilometers. The once-majestic mountains had been incinerated and reduced to rubble by the furious breath of a dragon. Rivers of molten lava roared across the land.
["RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE…!!"]
[The witch stood atop the mountain dragon's head, looking down upon a world resembling hell on Judgment Day.]
[Even though only half its body had been summoned, a dragon is the pinnacle of the Phantasmal Species!]
[A creature so mighty it could clash head-to-head with a Divine!]
[Even though this "Evil Dragon" was still, in essence, the guardian beast of the Golden Fleece from two millennia ago, its Dragon Breath, transcending time itself, was on par with a Noble Phantasm of Rank A!]
[An Assassin class Servant couldn't possibly penetrate its defense…]
[Medea's eyes widened in shock. She suddenly whipped her head around.]
[That gaunt shadow—who should have already been vanquished—reappeared above her right side like a bubble bursting into existence.]
[He slashed forth with a demonic arm steeped in curses!]
[WHOOSH!]
[The cursed aura was so potent it eroded the very fabric of space. Then came the second strike. Then the third. The fourth… Countless demonic arms duplicated endlessly, forming layer upon layer like a hive, blanketing the entire sky!]
[Then they fused together like bundled muscle fibers, forming an unbelievable, sky-obscuring giant hand.]
[It compressed the air across kilometers, generating a surging shockwave that rushed toward Medea!]
[——This was 『Hand of Satan』!]
[Though not the true limb of the Lord of Hell from Christianity—]
[It was still the arm of a being on the level of a Demon God!]
[It was thanks to the protection of the Hand of Satan that he managed to survive the all-consuming flames of the Dragon Breath.]
["Zabaniya!"]
[Accompanied by the eerie, guttural laughter of Hassan of the Cursed Arm, rings of light erupted from the point of impact, sweeping across dozens of miles like a hurricane.]
[Half of the Evil Dragon's emerging form was forced back immediately!]
[A black blur flashed—Assassin, his face hidden beneath a white bone mask, appeared before Medea.]
[A suffocating wave of danger engulfed her entire body.]
[THUMP!]
[Blue magic cubes like a matrix appeared in front of Medea, forcefully blocking the Assassin.]
[Medea panted, completely enraged, her slender white hand reached out, all of her mana gathering in her palm, and she pressed down hard.]
["Boom boom boom boom…!!"]
[The sky suddenly darkened, the majestic stone gates that once imprisoned Gorgon fell one after another, stretching endlessly, rapidly forming a Great Coffin spanning several kilometers, tightly sealing Hassan of the Cursed Arm who had no time to react.]
[The witch waved her hand to clench it, the Great Coffin as if compressed by an enormous force, quickly shrank from a coffin as tall as a skyscraper into a single point, finally transforming into a puff of green smoke and vanishing.]
[Phew~.]
[After confirming that the aura of Hassan of the Cursed Arm had disappeared, Medea finally let out a breath of relief.]
...
What the hell was that?!
Everyone forgot to breathe, forgot to speak, nervously staring at the scene.
In reality, top leaders of various nations were shaken, staring in astonishment at the scene before them.
A Caster surviving an assassination attempt from an Assassin?
Completely unreasonable!
Does Class Affinity really exist?
(Note: Seriously though, where did these people even learn about Class Affinity?)
Some high-ranking officials trembled, their limbs cold, a wave of chill rising in their hearts.
The number of trump cards Medea possessed made people's scalps tingle, as if she could adapt to any situation using magecraft—by modern civilization standards, she was even more of a threat than Gorgon.
"Medea invincible, too awesome!"
Some people even shouted excitedly, completely immersed in Medea's charisma!
A "beauty-strong-tragic" waifu milf, who wouldn't love that?!
…
Suddenly, the atmosphere turned heavy, a voice full of contempt echoed.
["Pathetic, mongrel."]
[A brilliant golden light flashed.]
[The sky was covered by a colossal shadow, a greatsword like a mountain range slashed down from the heavens.]
[The witch's face changed, she clenched her teeth and instantly erected four layers of high-grade Age of the Gods magecraft for defense.]
[In that moment, a network veiled the sky, massive sharp stone pillars imbued with earth – water – fire – wind erupted from the ground, countless majestic stone gates formed a seemingly unbreakable defense line... yet all were torn apart like paper.]
["Divine Construct!"]
[Medea exclaimed in shock, even her arm was trembling.]
[Right after that, she was swallowed by the greatsword, dense darkness pressing down like the sky collapsing!]
[Even the Divine Realm Magic Workshop created by Medea shook violently.]
["BOOM——!!"]
[Heaven and earth trembled, the ground split open with countless bottomless cracks, two mountains were cleaved flat, leaving only a giant greatsword stabbed straight into the sky!]
[Amid the swirling dust, Medea's figure had been completely buried.]
[On the greatsword, sparkling golden particles gathered, a proud young man clad in golden armor stepped out, arms crossed, coldly gazing at a corner.]
["Still not coming out? Hmph, do you think your filthy magecraft can hide from the eyes of This King?"]
[Crack.]
[The void cracked open like a stomach, a shriveled black figure staggered out in a sorry state.]
[If not for the absurd amount of mana from his Master, he would have been crushed by the witch at the very start of the battle.]
[But… a comrade of Master?]
[The black-cloaked figure raised his head toward…]
["Dog, who gave you the right to raise your head at This King!?"]
[A furious voice rang out, golden ripples spread out, a bizarre-shaped Noble Phantasm shot forward!]
[Cursed Arm Hassan immediately activated his skill, trying to escape into another dimension.]
[But in the next second, in his disbelieving eyes…]
[That snake-shaped sword pierced through space, pinning him to the ground.]
...
Silence.
A dead, suffocating silence.
Tens of billions of people across the world were stunned, dumbfounded, unable to believe what they had just witnessed.