Shirou didn't know if Karna and Achilles could serve as a Great Deed for him to advance to LV.7. But he couldn't give up on that possibility. Therefore, he needed to try his best to avoid their deaths, aiming to fight them after his magic power reached rank D.
"However, it seems both of them survived until the end in the original story!"
"Even without my interference, they managed to survive until the very end!"
"Those are extraordinary Heroic Spirits!" Thinking this, Shirou couldn't help but smile. He seemed to be worrying unnecessarily. How interesting.
"But what should I do now? I feel a bit bored!" Unlike other Masters and Servants who needed to bond, Shirou had long since abandoned his Master and was now alone.
This made him feel quite bored.
"How nice!" Leaning on the windowsill, Shirou smiled as he watched Berserker and her Master interacting. "I want
that kind of pure affection too!"
"But unfortunately, I'm not who I used to be!" Glancing a few times, Shirou withdrew his gaze. "Never mind, I'll go ask Darnic for some magic books to read. I might use them in other worlds later!"
"Besides, I have Loki's blessing, how can I not learn some magic!"
"At least I'm a Heroic Spirit, Darnic shouldn't be so stingy, right?" Muttering to himself, Shirou walked out of his room and headed towards Darnic's location.
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"Is that so? I understand, I'll be right there!" After receiving Darnic's notification via magic, Shirou, who was studying in the Yggdmillennia family's library, stretched lazily and slowly stood up.
"Red Faction's Berserker is coming to Millennia Fortress?
Finally, I can get some action!" With a joyful smile,
Shirou walked out.
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"Yo, everyone's already here!" When Shirou arrived at the Throne Room, the other Masters and Servants had already gathered. Following Darnic's signal, Black Caster manipulated the Seven-Light Candelabrum, projecting the scene outside the fortress. This magic, using the flying Golem as a relay point, far surpassed the maximum range visible to ordinary mages' clairvoyance.
Projected through the Golem was a scene of a crude and unkempt man continuously advancing through the forest towards the Millennia Fortress. Darnic was the first to speak: "Everyone, according to Caster's report, this Servant is breaking through the forest day and night, heading straight for this Millennia Fortress." Hearing this, everyone present was silent.
Since this was a war, it was natural for a Servant to attack. But whether it was a surprise attack or a straightforward assault, the orthodox method was for multiple Servants to attack together. Of course, those with other missions, like Red Lancer, were an exception.
There wasn't even a shadow of a subordinate around; in other words, this Servant intended to attack alone. This was an extremely foolish act, but only one of the seven classes could casually perform such a foolish act.
"I estimate this is Red Berserker. Perhaps it's because his Mad Enhancement rank is too high; he's in a berserk state, craving enemies." As a Servant summoned as Berserker, the Mad Enhancement rank varied depending on their anecdotes in life. A low Mad Enhancement rank meant a smaller increase in basic stats, but as compensation, some degree of thought communication was possible. A high Mad Enhancement rank, while promising a significant increase in basic stats, came at the cost of not only thought communication but also making it almost impossible to make them obey commands.
"What should we do, Uncle?"
"Of course, we can't let this opportunity slip away. Three Servants should be enough. However, this is a unique good opportunity in this Holy Grail War. If this Berserker goes well, he might even become our pawn."
Darnic's words caused a stir among the crowd. After it quieted down, Black Lancer Vlad III, sitting on the throne, asked in a calm tone: "Let me hear the specific plan. Since you've gathered the Servants here like this, you naturally have this intention."
"Yes, Lord!" And so, under the command of Master Darnic, the operation to capture Red Berserker secretly began.
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"Intercepting potentially existing Servants? That's just what I wanted!" Standing at the highest point of the Millennia Fortress, Shirou's lips curved upward as he overlooked the situation in the forest with his
Clairvoyance.
"Achilles and Atalanta, huh?" Looking at the two closely following Berserker, Shirou's heart surged.
"Siegfried and Frankenstein also have this mission, just like me. Those two should be able to tie down Achilles, who doesn't intend to go all out!"
"In that case, isn't my target Atalanta?"
"A confrontation with Ata-nyan? How interesting."
Looking at Siegfried and Frankenstein, who had already encountered Achilles, Shirou leaped and disappeared into the jungle.
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"Black Saber and Black Berserker, huh?"
"With Rider's strength, he should be more than enough to handle them!" On a tree trunk not far from Siegfried's battlefield, Atalanta was quietly staring at the Black Faction Servants, waiting for her moment to strike. With her beast-like intuition, Atalanta could clearly feel Black Saber's strength. But he couldn't possibly be Rider's opponent. Because he was one of their most brilliant heroes of Greece, Achilles!
"No rush to act. Just wait quietly!" Suppressing her presence and hiding herself in the jungle, Atalanta quietly waited for the right moment. But at that moment, she suddenly felt something unusual. Something
seemed to be constantly approaching her.
"Who?!" The bow and arrow she was merely holding were instantly drawn taut. Atalanta continuously scanned her surroundings, searching for the enemy approaching her.
"What keen perception! Although I haven't spiritualized, I haven't even planned to make a move yet, you know?"
"!" Atalanta's pupils constricted. Because the enemy's voice came from behind her. The moment she heard the voice, Atalanta leaped forward and quickly shot three arrows backward in mid-air. Although these three arrows were just her hurried counterattack, under her god-tier archery, each shot was like a bullet from a large-caliber sniper rifle.
But these hurried three arrows yielded no results. With three clanging sounds of weapons colliding, her arrows were all struck down.
"Assassin?" Glancing at the scratch on his arm, Atalanta
glared fiercely at the enemy in front of her.
"That's right, I am the Black Faction's Assassin. My True
Name is Shirou!" Leaping onto the tree trunk where Atalanta had just been standing, and re-drawing the Kanshou and Bakuya he had thrown earlier, Shirou said with a chuckle, "How about we get acquainted, Greek hero, Atalanta!"
"!" Seeing the other party instantly discern her True Name, Atalanta's pupils constricted. Looking at the boy covered in light under the moonlight, an infinite vigilance rose in her heart.
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