Magician in Type-Moon

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Lancer suddenly looked up, alertly gazing in the direction from which the sound came.

Through the rain curtain, a blurry figure gradually appeared.

It was a light and graceful figure, with quick and elegant steps, as if each step carried endless gentleness.

"Pat-pat, pat..." The footsteps grew clearer, as if each one was telling of an undeniable threat.

He wanted to raise his spear to continue fighting, but after glancing at his dissipating body, he shook his head and tossed the spear aside.

Just as the spear made a crisp sound upon contact with the ground.

The figure gradually approached, finally revealing its true form through the rain curtain.

She was a beautiful woman with fiery red hair, seemingly only about twenty years old. At first glance, one could sense that she was a sensitive and noble young lady.

She walked slowly through the rain, carrying an ornate umbrella of unknown material.

Rainwater slid down her umbrella, dripping softly.

Lancer forced open his eyes and looked at the person who had come.

I was somewhat surprised, somewhat ashamed, and then relieved.

The visitor was none other than Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald's fiancée, a magician named Solau Nazele Sofiali.

Why did she come here? Is she here to interrogate me?

Lancer silently pondered the reason, but his body remained motionless, seemingly frozen in place.

Solau simply walked slowly to Lancer's side, squatted down, took Assassin's head from Lancer's arms, and examined it carefully for a moment.

The head still retained the expression it had before death, cold and resolute.

Solau didn't ask Lancer where Kenneth was; seeing Lancer's current state, she already knew the answer.

Sorawiu's fingers gently brushed across Assassin's cheek, as if caressing a precious work of art.

Her gaze pierced through the rain, landing on the Lancer, which was beginning to fade away.

"Was there anyone else besides Kenneth who killed him?"

"...And...the Masters of Assassin's Creed..."

silence...

"And their ally, Archer's Master..."

"Hmm, so, do you want to sign a contract with me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Solau took off her gloves, revealing three bright marks of authority; she had also obtained Command Seals.

Lancer gazed at the slender, delicate hand that was being extended towards her.

"I hereby swear that your magic will become my flesh and blood."

Upon hearing Lancer's reply, Sorawu responded:

"I declare that you reside within me."

"My fate is in your sword."

"By the call of the Holy Grail, if you are willing to follow this will and this righteousness."

"Obey me."

"My life is entrusted to your sword."

The incantation, which should have been shouted out loud, was now whispered due to sadness, but it still exerted the power of the contract.

"In the name of Lancer, I accept this covenant and acknowledge you as my lord."

"Then the contract is established..."

With the magical energy supplied, Lancer's body stopped dissipating and solidified.

"One last question, Lancer, where is Kenneth's body now?"

Solau turned his head away, no longer facing Lancer, seemingly trying to hide his inner sorrow.

"He was subdued by Rider's Master; he seems to be a disciple of Master Kenneth..."

"Okay, that's good. You should be able to find their location now, right?"

"Yes, when we were tracking Assassin, we caught up with Rider and his base."

"That's good, go back and rest now..."

In their question-and-answer exchange, the bland words seemed to erase their inner emotions. The two walked slowly in the rain, one after the other, leaving the scarred battlefield behind.

......

A chilling atmosphere permeated the air in the large hollow below Mount Enzang and Ryudoji Temple.

Ancient runes were engraved on the surrounding walls, and a faint light flickered in the darkness, as if telling the story of this place's history.

Suddenly, a mysterious and deep voice rang out in the hollow, breaking the silence.

"What's wrong?" The voice held a hint of curiosity.

"This is the first Heroic Spirit to die, I didn't expect it to be an Assassin." Angra Mainyu stood in the shadows, arms crossed, a hint of lingering satisfaction in his eyes.

"So what do you think of this play?" the mysterious voice asked again, with a hint of amusement in its tone.

"It's alright," Angra Mainyu smiled slightly, a hint of interest in his voice.

"The battles between Heroic Spirits, as well as the Masters' love and hatred, loyalty and betrayal, these elements are quite interesting."

"However, the lead actor you selected doesn't seem to have much screen time."

"After all, the prologue isn't over yet; there's more interesting stuff to come."

The mysterious voice seemed to view the Holy Grail War merely as a prelude, leaving Angra Mainyu somewhat astonished.

"You seem to have some other ideas?" the mysterious voice continued.

"Yes, I think..."

Chapter 84 The Tentacles of Restraint

“It would be so boring to just be a spectator…” Angra Mainyu said softly, a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice.

"Oh? You mean...?" A hint of curiosity was revealed in the mysterious voice.

"Hmm, is that alright? Won't it disrupt your plans?" Angra Mainyu asked tentatively, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

After a moment of silence, the mysterious man seemed to be thinking about something.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, with only the intermittent echoes of dripping water from the depths of the cave and the sound of churning lava.

“Excessive interference could indeed affect the overall situation, but…” the mysterious voice said slowly, its tone thoughtful:

"Proper intervention could make this war more interesting."

"So that means I can join this game?" An exclamation of excitement flashed in Angra Mainyu's eyes.

"Well, you can also help me test the extent to which Gaia and Alaya can influence this world. It seems they have already planted their tentacles in advance."

The mysterious voice carried a hint of cold laughter.

"Oh, really? Something has already infiltrated here?" Angra Mainyu asked, somewhat surprised, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Yes, although the traces are very faint, I can sense their presence." The mysterious voice was filled with determination and calmness.

“But isn’t there still ten years before the battle begins? How come we’ve been exposed so quickly?” Angra Mainyu’s tone was tinged with confusion and unease.

"Well, after all, it's a suppressive force, so its sensitivity to the world is still greater than that of the pigeons and other gods. It's within my expectations that they noticed something was wrong."

The mysterious voice sounded calm and confident, as if everything was under his control.

"However, something still surprised me. This world should be something that has been abandoned in terms of the restraint force."

"But now you want to get involved, even if it's a worthless piece of the pie?

The mysterious man seemed puzzled, as if deep in thought, the swirling black and red aura around him revealing his inner thoughts.

"So what should I do next?" Angra Mainyu asked, knowing that facing a force like the Counter Force, the slightest mistake could lead to total defeat.

"Do you still remember Kiritsugu Emiya?" the mysterious voice asked softly, with a hint of a knowing smile.

“Of course I remember,” Angra Mainyu replied, a cold glint in his eyes.

"How could I forget that guy known as the 'Magician Killer'? He played a crucial role in the Holy Grail War."

"Besides, didn't he just kill the head of the Tohsaka family? What's wrong with him?"

"The problem isn't him, but something in his hand. Do you remember the melee weapon he used?" the mysterious voice said slowly, as if recalling something.

"That dagger? I remember it contained Kiritsugu Emiya's own Origin Magic, and it had the properties of 'cutting' and 'binding'. Is there something wrong with that dagger?"

The mysterious voice continued, with a hint of complexity in its tone:

"That dagger should be called [Mysterious Slash]. It was indeed forged from the origin of this man, Kiritsugu Emiya, and is his exclusive Mystic Code. But this weapon should not have appeared at this time."

Angra Mainyu frowned, pondering the meaning of the sentence:

"Shouldn't it have appeared at this time? You mean, the knife itself signifies the emergence of a singularity?"

“That’s right,” the mysterious voice replied, then continued:

"And Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald, he also seems to have some memories he shouldn't have..."

"Hmm?" Angra Mainyu was a little confused. Why was it that one minute it was Emiya Kiritsugu and the next it was Kenneth? What was the connection between these two people?

"After that Lancer's Master died, I used the Holy Grail's ability to absorb spiritual particles to absorb his soul and slightly decipher his memories."

Listening to the mysterious man speak chilling words in a calm tone, Angra Mainyu internally screamed:

"Your method of locking souls is exactly like the ghost messengers next door. You should be the one who gets burned alive."

The mysterious man glanced at Angra Mainyu, seemingly sensing his emotional fluctuation, but paid no attention and made no move, simply continuing:

"His soul seemed to be divided into two parts, one being Kenneth, the native of this world, and the other being Kenneth, the outsider."

"There's not much to say about the indigenous people. This outsider's memories are very similar to Kenneth's in the singularity records I read before."

"And Kiritsugu Emiya's [Mysterious Blade] can only be produced in that singularity."