"You've provoked me, mongrel."
Kingu's face darkened ominously, his gaze like twin blades piercing through Berserker's armor, slicing relentlessly.
ARRRRHHH!
Berserker tilted his head slightly, letting out a mocking bellow—at least, that's how Kingu perceived it.
"..."
Without shouting, Kingu's expression turned icy, and he spoke no further.
Snap!
A light snap of his fingers.
A radiant miracle coalesced before him, manifesting as a book.
"That's..."
Samuel shot to his feet, his surveillance magic, channeled through imaginary number space, locked onto the book.
Scientific Magic.
Samuel knew it wasn't a mere namesake grimoire but the genuine article, identical to the one he held. Both were authentic.
More precisely... it was a perfect copy of the one in Samuel's possession.
Scientific Magic was an unfinished, infinitely replicable book. Anyone could contribute to its contents, but only Samuel could produce it.
"So that's it... no wonder you know me, know them..."
Samuel glanced at the silent Roman, a decision forming in his mind.
Though Samuel had sealed his near-omniscient calculations, rendering him unable to passively know everything, his intellect remained exceptional. His calculations, once a permanent passive ability, were now a no-cost, no-cooldown active skill—he could still use them.
In this world, the place where Servants resided, the Throne of Heroes—or "the Seat"—existed outside time, connected to infinite timelines.
This Kingu, Assassin, and Roman likely came from the future, having met the future Samuel.
And Kingu seemed... to be his daughter?
Indeed, Kingu was a woman, though her androgynous appearance, compounded by an overly loose robe, obscured it.
With a tighter outfit, it would be noticeable.
How did Samuel figure it out? Please, was there anything Samuel couldn't see through?
He recalled Kingu's introduction: "The Child of the Mother of Genesis and Pure Human."
Mother of Genesis! Wasn't that Tiamat, lounging on Samuel's lap, swinging her legs? As for the pure human, Samuel had a rough idea of what that meant.
"First, let me see... the future possibilities of this book!"
Though a father should step in when his daughter is challenged, Samuel felt no paternal bond yet. He was far more curious about his future "path."
That book was an extension of Samuel's "path." Through it, he could glimpse his future self.
ARRRRHHH!
Berserker's crimson eyes, blazing in his high-speed charge, trailed a blood-red streak. His black blade seemed to devour even the moonlight.
"Mongrel, I won't touch you again. Drown as you are!"
Kingu waved a hand, and the grimoire before him flipped open rapidly, pages turning in a blur.
In an instant, a grand ritual that would require thousands of mages was activated.
Space warped, particles vanished, as if the world had sprung a leak, incessantly drawing everything inward.
Berserker's heavy armor twisted, cracks splintering across it. Even his full-speed charge couldn't escape the force.
"Hey, what's that?!"
Waver's body was yanked upward, but Rider grabbed his hand, anchoring him.
"Kingu, my dear, shall I explain for them?" Assassin spoke not far from her.
"No matter!"
Kingu replied casually, her fingers tapping the book's pages, instantly activating grand spells.
Electromagnetic forces coalesced, hurling bolts of lightning at Berserker.
Atoms destabilized, triggering fission akin to miniature nuclear blasts.
In moments, Berserker was cornered in a dire situation.
Assassin began his explanation.
"This is the path of magic pioneered by Kingu's father. By calculating the laws governing all things, he interferes with them using mana—or what he calls Personal Reality—causing natural laws to deviate, leading to collapse, or harnessing their natural forces to strike enemies."
"What kind of magic is that? Ever heard of it, kid?"
"Never. Not at all."
"Are you really a mage, kid?"
"But I genuinely haven't heard of it! Personal Reality, that kind of magic..."
Though Waver wasn't an exceptional mage, he was undoubtedly knowledgeable. He might not master many spells, but he knew of most. Yet, the magic Assassin described, wielded by Kingu, was utterly unheard of.
Lancer, too, quietly consulted his Master.
Kayneth, head of the El-Melloi faction from the Clock Tower's premier lineage, was equally clueless about this magic.
"It's a magic capable of collapsing all things, a power to overturn everything, a path that transforms omniscience into omnipotence."
"Even at my peak, I couldn't hope to face Kingu in this state and prevail."
"Damn it... is Tokiomi Tohsaka's Servant this powerful? Retreat, Berserker!"
Kariya Matou's face darkened, but he wasn't reckless. He still needed Berserker and couldn't afford to lose him.
ARRRRHHH!
Berserker glanced at Kingu, then dissolved into spiritrons to retreat...
He couldn't escape. Under the black hole's pull, even spiritrons couldn't break free.
"Die!"
The thought flashed through Kingu's mind as her actions neared completion.
The black hole intensified, like a ravenous beast opening its maw to devour everything.
"By the Command Seal!"
Decisive, Kariya used a Command Seal, channeling its potent mana to form a grand spatial teleportation spell.
"Think you can leave? Break!"
The spell's structure twisted, and the spatial magic dissipated.
"Damn it!"
The space to Kingu's left exploded, countless eyes fixing on her, tendrils reaching out.
"Filthy Outer God? Hah!"
The tendrils burst, vile blood splattering. An invisible barrier repelled the blood, revealing a figure in the spatial rift.
"You are?"
Kingu froze, sensing a familiar presence and recognizing the figure.
"By the Command Seal!"
A second spatial spell activated. Berserker escaped, and the rift swiftly closed, Kariya vanishing within.
"..."
Kingu could have killed them both, but... she knew that person, that aura.
"Hmph!"
...
"Sensei, Kingu is going all out."
"I damn well know, I'm right here! What can I do? The Command Seals aren't working!"
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