"Not now."
Fujimaru Ritsuka pulled Mash behind Karna. There was no other choice; among everyone present, only Karna was tall enough to provide some cover.
Seeing the girl he had fallen for hide, Fionn frowned in displeasure. He wanted to scold Karna but then suddenly glanced at Black Lancer Alter.
"Oh! My Queen! Your noble aura has pierced my heart like Cupid's arrow! My heart beats completely for you! Please—"
*"Whoosh!"*
A black Long Spear pressed against Fionn's chest. Black Lancer Alter said with a smile,
"No Cupid's arrow, but how about the Grim Reaper's spear?"
"...Gulp... Hehe... You can continue asking, big brother."
Fionn swallowed and turned to Mo Shuying. Mo Shuying's face darkened. This guy is considered a great hero? He's such a scumbag!
"Where was I? Oh, which side are you on? Who's your leader, and why are you fighting those ordinary people and mechanical mechs? Do you know about the Holy Grail?"
Although Mo Shuying knew the answers, he couldn't just blurt them out. Using Fionn's words would allow everyone to understand the current situation of this Singularity.
"Well... how should I put this? Summoned this time, I suppose I'm on the evil side. After all, my Master gave me and those soldiers earlier the command to destroy everything. My Master is a very... flamboyant goddess. I don't know what's gotten into that crazy woman, but she's so obsessed with Cú Chulainn. What's so great about Cú Chulainn?! He's been rejected so many times!"
Fionn got sidetracked as he spoke, but he did reveal some useful information.
"Cú Chulainn! Is it that Cú Chulainn?! Cú Chulainn, the Hound of Ulster!"
Hearing that familiar name, Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash were a bit excited. It had been quite some time since they last parted ways.
But the next second, Fionn's words poured cold water on them.
"Hound of Ulster? He used to have that title, Cú Chulainn, the Hound of Ulster, comparable to me. However, this time, he's no longer the Hound of Ulster. He's become a bloodthirsty monster. Those Celtic soldiers, including myself, were all summoned by him using the Holy Grail, and now we're fighting for him. As for why we're fighting those mechanical beings, those mechanical beings actually come from another opposing force. We summon warriors with the Holy Grail, and they use materials and technology to create mechs. Both sides have been fighting to a standstill."
Fionn scoffed at the idea of becoming Cú Chulainn's Servant, clearly not fond of the relationship.
"Oh, Cú Chulainn turned into a monster? Did that guy finally evolve from a fierce hound into a monster?"
Mo Shuying smiled, then continued to ask.
"So, what you're saying is that Cú Chulainn and another person who possesses a Holy Grail descended into this world, then summoned you and those Celtic warriors, and they want to conquer the entire world?"
"Yes, that woman seems to want Cú Chulainn to become king. She talks about giving this land to him as a coronation gift."
"Who is that woman?"
"This..."
Fionn hesitated. Suddenly, a chaotic commotion of footsteps sounded from a distance. Everyone looked over to see a large number of Celtic warriors cresting a hill and charging towards them, among them a familiar figure.
A handsome warrior, wielding twin red and yellow spears.
Diarmuid Ua Duibhne.
The chief warrior of the Knights of Fianna, known as the "Bright-Faced," and also a very powerful Lancer.
This time, he was summoned alongside Fionn. In his eyes, the younger Fionn was the king he was meant to be loyal to, the Lord he regretted not being able to serve to the end. This time, he would serve him to the death!
"My Lord!! I'm here to save you!!"
Diarmuid rushed forward. Mo Shuying saw this and suddenly turned to Fionn.
"Twin red and yellow spears, this must be Diarmuid. Tell me, facing his Lord being captured, him rushing over like this, isn't that a bit irresponsible for your safety? Does he think I wouldn't dare do anything to you? Come on, I'll make two holes in you first, let him see."
Mo Shuying raised his hand, and the Long Spear Noble Phantasm that was already extended immediately began to spin, aiming for Fionn's shoulder.
"No!"
*"Pfft!"*
"Ah!!"
Fionn said "no," but his body was very honest.
The next second, his shoulder was pierced, and his miserable scream made Diarmuid's face change drastically! He roared,
"You're asking for death!! Kill!!"
Diarmuid accelerated his charge. Mo Shuying shook his head inwardly. What a stubborn guy.
*"Pfft!"*
The Long Spear was pulled out, then spun again, ready to stab the other side.
Fionn was pale! He understood Mo Shuying's intentions, so he turned and shouted at the top of his lungs!
"Diarmuid! Are you trying to kill me?!"
"Urgh!!"
Hearing this accusation, Diarmuid immediately slammed on the brakes, his expression terrified.
"Your subordinate wouldn't dare!"
"You wouldn't dare my ass! Kneel!"
*"Whoosh!"*
Diarmuid immediately dropped to one knee.
"I think you're holding a grudge! You deliberately want this person to kill me! Diarmuid! Retreat immediately!"
"..."
Hearing Fionn's curses, Diarmuid glared hatefully at Mo Shuying, but then he waved his hand, stood up, and moved back with a group of Celtic warriors.
"Oh, your Lord's words actually carry some weight."
Mo Shuying scoffed, and Fionn immediately offered a forced smile, his expression very grim.
"Alright, continue answering my previous question. The woman you mentioned who currently possesses the Holy Grail, who is she?"
"..."
Fionn hesitated. As a Servant, he could reveal information about Cú Chulainn, but the woman who was his true Master was a bit difficult to speak about.
"She is, she is..."
Fionn was still hesitant when Mo Shuying suddenly leaned in, put his ear to Fionn's mouth, and then nodded as if he understood perfectly.
"Oh, it's her, I see."
Fionn: "..."
What did I say?
Fionn looked at Mo Shuying with a blank expression, and then Mo Shuying asked again.
"And whose power are those mech troops that are opposing you?"
"..."
Before Fionn could speak, Mo Shuying leaned in again, pretending to have heard everything.
"I see, on one side, it's Medb, the Queen of Connacht from Celtic mythology, and on the other, it's Edison, the lion-headed President. They really are all strange people. Medb helping Cú Chulainn? The key is that Cú Chulainn actually agreed. Didn't he always hate Medb? Men really are fickle."
Mo Shuying nodded thoughtfully, and Fionn's jaw dropped in surprise. He swore! He hadn't said a single word just now!
"You! How did you—"
"Pfft!"
Fionn tried to ask, but the next second, a Long Spear pierced through his neck, choking off all his words.
Mo Shuying smiled at Fionn and moved his lips, mouthing the words.
"Rest in peace. This blame is yours to bear."
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