"Bang!!"
The red Demonic Spear was stuck in the ground, hot blood trailing down its shaft onto the earth. Diarmuid coughed up blood, reaching for the spear piercing his chest, a sudden sense of déjà vu washing over him.
"You…"
Diarmuid spoke weakly, feeling his life ebb away. It seemed he was destined to die here again, filled with regret.
"Diarmuid."
Mo Shuying approached, glancing at the tragic Lancer. Perhaps due to a curse, this Lancer truly never had a good ending. E-rank Luck was indeed terrifying.
"Was… was what you just said… about Lord Fionn… true?"
What concerned Diarmuid most in his final moments was Fionn's words.
Mo Shuying paused, opened his mouth, and finally said,
"I lied. Those were words I used to mess with your emotions. I apologize for winning this way."
At this point, what Fionn had said no longer mattered.
Diarmuid smiled, his head slowly dropping.
"My Lord… this time… Diarmuid died fighting for you…"
With that, Diarmuid vanished in a flash of golden light.
Mo Shuying stood still for a few seconds, then turned. Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash had already mostly cleared out the Celtic Warriors.
Just as Fionn and Diarmuid were eliminated, Medb, far away in Washington, sensed everything.
Losing two Servants at once was unacceptable for Medb. The Celtic soldiers, however, were inconsequential; she could generate many of them from a single drop of her blood. They were truly just cannon fodder.
"Fionn and Diarmuid have both been eliminated, my love. Though their strength was average, without them, our army will lack two commanders. This will likely slow down our conquest. What should we do?"
Medb gazed at Cú Chulainn, seated on the throne, with eyes full of adoration. This insane love was also the reason for Cú Chulainn's death in his lifetime.
In Cú Chulainn's legends, this Son of Light was an undefeated War God. Medb, desiring his love, sent troops to attack Cú Chulainn's country, but Cú Chulainn single-handedly repelled them, killing countless soldiers from Medb's side.
Later, Medb cleverly found a way to restrict Cú Chulainn's left hand and his weapon, the Demonic Spear. Only then was he exhausted by a subsequent human wave tactic, finally being impaled by the Demonic Spear.
Logically, these two should be sworn enemies—at least, Cú Chulainn should think so. But this current pairing truly defied everyone's expectations.
"Have those Chaldea Masters arrived?"
Cú Chulainn spoke. He still remembered defeating a Singularity with Mash and the others and knew a bit about Chaldea.
"Based on fragmented images from the soldiers, it seems so, yes," Medb nodded. They had been granted the Holy Grail by Lev and tasked with destroying the world, so they knew a little about Chaldea—it was an enemy, an enemy Solomon intended to defeat.
"I never thought they'd make it this far," Cú Chulainn commented.
Medb below suddenly asked, "You're smiling, my King~"
Indeed, a faint smile played on Cú Chulainn's lips, the first time Medb had seen him genuinely happy.
"Hmph, you must be mistaken, Medb. Since acquaintances of mine have arrived, it's only natural to give them a proper welcome. I will make them realize that repairing a Singularity is not an easy task. Go, summon new Servants, create more warriors, and extinguish humanity's hope!!"
Cú Chulainn rose, his brown body cloaked in black. The Cú Chulainn summoned through distortion exuded an aura more akin to a demon. Half of his body was covered in black skin armor, and he even had a bony, scaly tail behind him.
This time, Cú Chulainn was summoned not as a Lancer or a Caster, but as a Berserker. It must be said, this was truly the Class that best showcased Cú Chulainn's combat prowess.
Medb watched the overwhelmingly powerful Cú Chulainn, her face flushed, nearly fainting. Finally, she gulped for air, wiggled her legs, and retreated to prepare for the Servant Summoning Ritual.
Cú Chulainn didn't spare Medb another glance. Instead, he looked up at a 45-degree angle, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Fujimaru, Mash, I wonder if you two can stop me this time."
...
Night fell, the sky dim.
The land was still filled with the smoke of battle; under such conditions, how could the sky be clear?
Mo Shuying and the others found a dilapidated small village. It was deserted, but signs of battle were visible, indicating the village had clearly experienced conflict.
The reason they chose this small village was the presence of a Spirit Vein nearby. Though faint, it met their requirements, so Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash went to set up a channel.
Mo Shuying was cooking for Black Lancer Alter, who claimed to be hungry. Good heavens, for a King, nothing was apparently more important than eating.
"Gurgle gurgle~"
A pot of stew bubbled. When traveling, simple food was enough, and stew was the most convenient. Just toss in preferred ingredients and boil them. At the end, you could add water and some noodles for perfect comfort.
Soon, Mo Shuying served a large bowl and handed it to Black Lancer Alter.
Black Lancer Alter took it, tasted a spoonful, and her eyes lit up. She began eating quickly in small bites, completely unfazed by the heat.
After serving a bowl to Li Shuwen, Mo Shuying poured one for himself. As for Karna and Child Gil? Karna was patrolling outside, and Child Gil had his own hands; Mo Shuying didn't need to bother with him.
"The taste is excellent. I never expected your culinary skills to be of Knight-level. I kept wondering what your Knight title would be. You see, Gawain is the Sun Knight, Galahad the Holy Knight—these are well-known titles. For you… how about the Knight of Cuisine?" Black Lancer Alter finished her bowl in less than two minutes, licked her lips, and said to Mo Shuying.
"Please allow me to seriously decline. I think titles like Invincible Knight, Most Handsome Knight, or Holy Fist Knight are all good. Knight of Cuisine, however, is not."
Mo Shuying's face darkened. If the title "Knight of the Kitchen" ever got out, he'd be so mortified he'd want to end it all.
Imagine facing the Knights of the Round Table later.
Gawain: "I am Gawain, the Sun Knight! State your name, knight!"
Mo Shuying: "I am Mo Shuying, the Knight of the Kitchen, sworn to cook for my King!"
Oh god! Just thinking about it made him cringe with shame.
"You don't like it? I think it's quite good, actually. Never mind. My knight, are you finished eating? I'd like to go for a stroll, and would you care to accompany me?"
The King extended an invitation. Mo Shuying quickly drained the soup from his bowl, set it down, and stood up to address Child Gil.
"Wash the dishes in a bit."
Child Gil: "..."
"Let's go, my King."
Mo Shuying didn't see Child Gil's eye-roll as he and Black Lancer Alter exited the house and headed towards an open area.
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