Kiritsugu did not doubt that the Master-Servant relationship between Merlin and Hinako Akuta was fake. After all, the magi of this era still held a particular kind of arrogance. They might form cliques, but they wouldn't go so far as to act like him. It was a pity that Kiritsugu had run into Aslan, who didn't play by the rules.
At the same time, based on the means of Merlin's transfer just now, Kiritsugu could basically confirm that this person who had popped up claiming to be King Arthur should be the Caster team. After all, with his unique information channels, he had also collected intelligence and data on most of the contestants. He just didn't know what kind of trump cards and abilities this Caster team that had popped up had.
However, since this magus claimed to be King Arthur, it meant that he should be familiar with King Arthur. Even if they weren't familiar, he should be a magus from Great Britain. Otherwise, how could he be holding that holy sword? Kiritsugu planned to ask Artoria about it properly later. As for the Caster's Master, he would investigate as soon as possible. Kiritsugu was still very confident in his "Magus Killer" network. Although he was ostracized by most magi, because of his track record, he was also supported by quite a few. What's more, it was precisely because of his methods and experiences that he had met his current wife.
It was also because of Irisviel and Illya that Kiritsugu was grateful for his experiences so far. To be honest, he considered his own life to be a tragedy. It seemed that those who got close to him would only meet with death...
"Hah..."
He would prevent such an ending from happening to Irisviel and his adorable daughter.
Kiritsugu clenched his fists, calming his mood. Even if Irisviel's ending was unavoidable, he had to protect his own daughter. He had originally asked the strongest blacksmith of Great Britain, Aslan, about Irisviel's body's problem. But it was a pity that Aslan, who was summoned by association as a Servant, had not brought his forging hammer with him. Without the `Item Construction` skill, the things that the Servant Aslan created could not last long. The current Servant Aslan could only barely use Faerie Letters. If the Servant Aslan had been summoned directly instead of by association, perhaps the problem with Irisviel's body could still be solved.
The Servant Aslan did not tell Kiritsugu that his main body was also in this world right now. If he could find his main body, it would not be a difficult matter to forge a new body for Irisviel. Whether Kiritsugu could meet his main body would depend on fate. The Servant Aslan also could not guarantee that this world was the world he had once experienced. After all, since there was one Aslan, it was not impossible that there was an Aslan in another world. Perhaps the true name of the Aslan in another world was really Estée Lauder, a female blacksmith.
The world of Type-Moon was like a tree, and his own existence was a concept, a node, a branching point of a tree branch. With himself as a node, perhaps different possibilities, different branches, would spread outwards. If the Servant Aslan were to ask around in the Throne of Heroes, perhaps he could really find out about a female version of himself. So, no matter how similar the current world was to the one before he ascended to the Throne of Heroes, he could not definitively guarantee that he was summoned in his own past timeline.
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The King of Conquerors looked at the Heroic Spirits leaving one after another and shrugged his shoulders. It seemed that talks were off for today. Since everyone had chosen to leave, let's just end it here for today. "In any case, my offer is always on the table. If you want to join, I can agree at any time."
The King of Conquerors patted Waver's back. Seeing that his little Master was still a bit scared, he couldn't help but sigh. His little Master still had a lot of growing to do.
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And in the old insect's mansion, with Lancelot's steps being held up, the old insect now had no shields left.
Aslan walked forward step by step. The banner in his hand was constantly emitting a holy light, continuously dissolving the insects that crawled out. Many aggressive insects covered Aslan in a swarm, but these insects would be directly scorched by the light after the holy banner was waved to the side.
The fleeing old insect, while watching the images transmitted back by the spies he had left behind, was constantly complaining to himself. Since he's holding such a holy knight's spear and displaying such power, no matter how you look at it, he should be a saint-like existence. But his tone, his personality, the extent of his actions—how is this like a saint at all?!
If Aslan heard the old insect's inner thoughts, he would surely shake his head. Just look at the game FGO. Which of the Rulers was gentle and normal? Each and every one of them had immense combat power, okay? Could it be that this was the so-called "if words are not enough for deterrence and judgment, then I will use my fists to smash their dog heads, and as long as everyone submits to my military deterrence, no one will break the rules?" Or was it because forgiving someone is God's job, so the mission of the saints is to send the guilty to see God, and therefore every saint has extraordinary combat power?
Aslan held the banner and walked forward step by step. The light of the banner illuminated the entire underground space. This holy light even dissipated some of the rotten stench in the entire underground space. As the holy light grew brighter and brighter, the insects that would have originally rushed out to attack were now shrinking into the dark corners, trying their best to lower their presence.
The old insect had already arrived at a secret exit in this basement. From this secret exit, one could reach the nearby sewers. To be honest, for a proper magus to escape through the sewers was still a bit shameful. But then again, when it involved his own life, shame was just shame. Was he supposed to choose face over his life?
It was just a pity that after the old insect ran here, he discovered that a barrier was already blocking his way. The barrier that had been set up at the entrance had long since extended underground. Even if there really was a passage to leave this house in front of him, the old insect could only look at the escape route from afar through this semi-transparent barrier and weep silently.
"Run. Why have you stopped running? If you're not going to run anymore, then I declare the game of cat and mouse is over."
The old insect hammered the barrier twice. After discovering that the barrier still stood firm, he gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with fury as he stared deadly at Aslan.