Magician in Type-Moon

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When the five-colored dragon heads surrounded Iskandar.

In an instant, the outcome was decided.

Jupootis's spear missed its target, but the sharp scales protruding from the dragon's head pierced Iskandar's chest.

Under the slow contraction, the Conqueror's spirit origin exploded into a pile of light spots.

This time, he still couldn't achieve his dream. The endless dream remained endless, and it ended just like that. But thinking about it carefully, this should be the only dream he had pursued his entire life, a dream that only happened once.

He saw the same dream again in this land of the Far East, a dream he had long ago in Asia Minor.

Thinking of all these wonderful things, Iskandar smiled.

If you have the same dream twice, it wouldn't be surprising if it happens a third time.

In other words—

"The next dream is about to begin."

Iskandar squinted his eyes, which were blurred by the blood mist, and murmured contentedly.

After confirming that the Conqueror's spirit origin had dissipated, Caster sent the dragons back underground to hibernate.

In order to better preserve the magic power within their bodies in order to cope with the battles to come.

Her figure slowly came into view.

His jet-black eyes gleamed with a scarlet light.

Those terrifying eyes, gleaming with cruel malice, stared at Webber as he slowly walked over.

Weber stood motionless alone at the entrance to the Ryudoji Temple approach.

Although he knew he had to move quickly, he felt as if the slightest movement of his feet might cause him to collapse to his knees.

He couldn't get down on his knees now, not at all.

The witch stood before the boy.

The boy in front of them was trembling with undisguised terror, but his eyes never wavered.

The witch asked the boy in a completely emotionless tone:

"Are you Rider's Master?"

Weber had assumed his throat was stiff with fear and he wouldn't be able to make a sound.

But when the witch asked about his relationship with the King of Conquerors, his stiff throat relaxed for a brief moment.

He shook his head and answered in a hoarse voice:

"No, I am—his subject."

Such answers were irrelevant to Medea; she simply wanted to confirm the connection between the person before her and Rider.

"Do you know when Zeus possessed Rider?"

"I'm not sure, but it should have been the day of the battle on the overpass."

A very honest answer.

"Um.."

Medea was still considering whether or not to kill him.

After the battle on the viaduct.

Matou Ike once discussed the concept of "the chosen one" with her.

Her Master seems to believe that Waver Velvet is a man with a certain destiny.

A rash attack could have unpredictable consequences.

Medea knew in her heart that there were indeed many destined people in this world, just take the famous heroes of ancient Greece for example.

Which one of them wasn't blessed by fate?

However, what if the chosen one stands on the opposite side?

She and Matou Ike reached a consensus—to eliminate them in advance, before their momentum could grow, and to take them down with lightning speed.

She paused for a moment, then decided to let Weber go for the time being.

She turned to leave, but then looked back at the boy.

"Withdraw from the Holy Grail War. My Master once said he would spare your life."

Matou Ike never said that; Medea only said it to curry favor.

After all, this man was the one her Master favored.

Weber watched silently as the Dark Witch turned and leisurely walked away.

Once the figure disappeared from sight, the cold wind blowing across the mountain completely dispelled the tense atmosphere of the battlefield.

The boy realized he was all alone under the night sky, and only then did he know that it was all over.

The miracle of having survived made his knees start to tremble again.

Until the very last second before Caster changed his mind, the murderous intent emanating from him, as subtle as breathing, silently told Webber that Caster did indeed intend to kill him.

In fact, if Weber's gaze had shifted even slightly, if his legs had buckled and he had fallen to the ground, or if he had hesitated even a little when answering, he would be lying dead on the spot right now.

This was a humble and insignificant battle, far from heroic or magnificent.

Weber didn't defeat anyone, nor did he steal any treasure; he simply escaped his desperate situation alive.

But—in the quiet night, Weber was completely alone, with no one by his side.

Just like a month ago, Weber was once again thrown into a corner of this ruthless and indifferent world.

We walked step by step down the path leading to the pilgrimage site.

The remaining leaves swayed and danced, and a chill was in the air.

The two disheartened individuals meet at the foot of the mountain.

Let's jump forward one or two seconds.

Matou Ike is using Command Seals to try and get Caster's support in the battle at Einzbern Castle.

But the Command Spell did not take effect; only a series of overlapping sounds were heard in the air.

"Don't go back to Ryudong Temple!"

This is a message from his follower Medea.

And then, Matou Ike realized that the contract between him and Medea had been broken.

There are only two possibilities for this to happen.

First, Medea used her Noble Phantasm—the Blade of All Signs and Breaking the Rules—to sever the contract between them.

Another possibility is that Caster died in battle after that telepathic message.

Either way, it's extremely bad news.

The original objective of this operation—to capture Irisviel—was instead captured prematurely by Assassin, who was already confirmed dead.

How could Assassin still be alive? Matou Ike wondered.

Unless the head he saw that day, which had transformed into a spirit particle, was actually a forgery, then this might be the truth of the matter.

The matter dragged on for too long, causing the Berserkers to gradually go from having the upper hand to being at a disadvantage in the battle at Einzbern.

This is a chain reaction.

Before Berserker died, Matou Ike attempted to use a Command Spell to teleport Berserker away from the devastating attack.

But Berserker himself refused.

But so what? The final failure was already a foregone conclusion; going back to analyze the process would only seem...

All of this is because the strategies he, as the Master, adopted and the preparations he made were simply insufficient.

He failed to consider Berserker's inner thoughts, underestimated Saber's combat abilities, and overlooked the possibility of Assassin's survival.

Matou Ike took all the blame upon himself, believing that his immaturity led to this major defeat.

This led to him being kicked off the chessboard of the Holy Grail War.

It was a bit dull and depressing.

But the matter here was over, and Matouchi needed to rush back to Ryudouji Temple to see what had happened.

So the two disheartened men met at the foot of Mount Enzo.

Their eyes met, and both of them were taken aback.

He seemed to want to say something.

But in the end, they still missed each other.

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Inside the church.

The candlelight flickered, casting dancing shadows on the surrounding walls with its soft light.

The priest, standing next to the shelf where the sacred texts were placed, was flipping through the book in his hands, but he was clearly somewhat distracted.

"I just received news that the battle between Rider and Caster has ended, and the Conqueror King has been defeated."

A young church member entered the room and whispered his report.

The priest frowned slightly, looked up at the deacon, and gently closed the book in his hands.

"According to the information provided by the spirit energy disk, the reliability of the message has been verified. The video recording of the battle between those two will be delivered shortly."

After the church members finished speaking, they left the room.

"What a pity that it wasn't me, the king, who judged that clown who dared to usurp the throne." A playful and mocking voice came from a seat at the back of the church's main hall.

"King of Heroes, since you are so interested, why stay here? Instead, you let your Master act alone. It is your behavior that led to Tokiomi's death."

A deep voice came from the priest on the high platform. It was an old man with white hair, none other than Kirei Kotomine's father, Risei Kotomine.