Chapter 119: [119] Shadow Servants and the King’s Banquet

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Chapter 119: [119] Shadow Servants and the King's Banquet Boom! The arrows infused with magical power struck their target, exploding into brilliant flames that painted half the sky red. Branches were entangled by writhing flames, groaning under the scorching heat. Amidst the blazing inferno, a figure in a white robe and red attire released the iron bow, a sinister smile curling at his lips. "Found you, you trash..." The iron bow vanished, replaced by a blood-red magic spear. The young man thrust backwards with the spear, as if guided by instinct, impaling a purple-black figure. With a shattering sound, like breaking glass, the dual-wielding shadow was flung into the air and slammed into the ground, raising clouds of dust. Yet, no joy flickered in the young man's golden eyes. His gaze was fixed on the faceless crystalline humanoid slowly rising from the pit. "Gáe Dearg didn't work—this isn't just a spiritual entity. It doesn't resemble the shadow servants in FGO, covered in dark mist, obscuring their faces. In other words, this isn't a shadow servant..." The weapon that looked more like a microphone than a spear crashed down. Sakatsuki sidestepped, avoiding the attack, his eyes narrowing as another purple-black shadow appeared. "Elizabeth Báthory, why is the Dragon Girl here?" The red spear lashed out and thrust forward. Within just five moves, the spear techniques inherited from Diarmuid had broken through the shadowy Dragon Girl's defence. With a light grunt, the young man darted forward, striking her squarely with his right palm, sending her flying into the air. His left hand, already prepared, grabbed her tail, spun around, and smashed her down! Boom! Boom! Boom! Crackle! The bone-chilling sounds echoed throughout the forest. The shadowy Dragon Girl, treated like a flail, struggled briefly before ceasing all movement, her body shattering like broken glass and dissolving into spiritual particles. "Overall strength is slightly weaker than actual servants—this matches the shadow servants..." Evaluating his enemy through various techniques, Sakatsuki opened a rhombus-shaped space. A pitch-black spiral arrow plunged in, reemerging behind Shadow EMIYA, colliding with its caster and exploding. Ignoring the shadowy Archer engulfed in flames, Sakatsuki watched the expanding explosion before retracting his gaze. "No fear—rather, no emotions at all. They can use Heroic Spirit abilities, but significantly weakened. Their crystalline appearance feels oddly familiar..." What are these shadow servants? Who is manipulating them to lead me away? What secrets does this Fourth Holy Grail War still hide? Yet, there was no time for Sakatsuki to ponder deeply. Amid a sudden scream, a petite figure was flung backwards, caught mid-air by Sakatsuki, protecting her in his arms. "Are you okay, Miyu?" "Yes, I'm fine." The magical girl stood up. Thanks to the sapphire staff's physical defence, she only suffered a slight shock. Yet, the young man narrowed his eyes unhappily, watching as two figures emerged slowly from the forest. One was a burly man, half-draped in a cloak, wielding a short sword. The other was fully armoured, faceless, yet exuding an arrogant demeanour. They were shadow servants of this Holy Grail War. "Iskandar, Gilgamesh... What the hell is going on?" Sakatsuki's earlier assumptions crumbled, frustration building within him. Clearly, whoever hid in the shadows didn't want him to discover the truth, purposefully using nondescript opponents to cloud his thoughts. But these top-tier servant replicas wouldn't halt due to Sakatsuki's confusion. With a silent swing of his sword, Iskandar unleashed a purple-black thunderbolt, surging forward. Behind Iskandar, countless Noble Phantasms shot forth from the ripples opening behind Gilgamesh, covering Iskandar's charge! Under the pressure of the two shadow servants, Sakatsuki closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Vast magical energy created a wind pressure, rippling through his robes. It was time to end this—tonight's King's Banquet would conclude the Holy Grail War, and he would seize the Grail. When he reopened his eyes, Sakatsuki's golden gaze brimmed with violent intent, becoming fierce and dangerous. "Sorry, but I'm in a very bad mood right now." Sharp, ferocious, destructive, cold... An array of weapons materialized around him, orbiting like stars. The Sakatsuki looked at the two fakes, expressionless. "So, don't expect mercy." Issuing the final judgment upon the dead. "Trace On!" With a sonic boom, Noble Phantasms clashed against Noble Phantasms, and magic annihilated divine thunder. The young man charged head-on into the shadowy servants with unwavering determination! *** With the screeching of brakes, a silver-white sports car crossed the finish line, finally slowing to a stop at the castle's centre. The gull-wing door opened, and Saber and Irisviel stepped out, eyes filled with frustration. "We still didn't make it..." To catch up to Sakatsuki, they hadn't slowed down at all. Saber even used Mana Burst, racing recklessly to the finish. But even so, they hadn't seen the silver-green motorcycle, meaning—they still lost. This also meant that Illya was still in Sakatsuki's hands, her fate unknown. Kiritsugu had already resigned to failure, silently exiting the car and contacting Maiya. "Illya..." Irisviel knelt on the ground, despondent. At that moment, Kiritsugu's surprised voice rang out. "What did you say?" Followed by the sound of joyous footsteps—a girl's figure burst out of the castle like a playful fawn, tackling Irisviel. "Mom!" "Illya!" Seeing the silver-haired, red-eyed little girl before her, Irisviel couldn't believe her eyes. Then, she embraced her beloved daughter, a smile of relief spreading across her face. "You're safe—that's all that matters..." "Safe?" Illya tilted her head, quickly dismissing her mother's odd remark, and smiled innocently. "Mm-hmm, I'm fine! Today, big brother Shirou and sister Miyu played with me in Fuyuki City all morning! Fuyuki City is so interesting—so many people! It's completely different from the snowy Winter Castle!" "Yes, mommy thinks so too. But how did you get here, Illya?" "Sister Miyu brought me! She said Kiritsugu and Mommy would be back soon, so I just had to wait here..." "Sakatsuki?" Saber looked stunned, while nearby, Kiritsugu wore a serious expression, conversing with Maiya on the phone. "Why didn't you tell me about Illya?" Maiya remained calm, answering honestly. "Because Caster placed a restriction on me, preventing me from informing you beforehand." "I see..." Kiritsugu didn't doubt her—after all, in his view, it wasn't surprising for a servant like Caster to possess such means. As Illya and Irisviel shared their heartfelt reunion, a haughty voice echoed from the sky. "Hosting the King's Banquet in such a place—only a mongrel would have such poor taste." Vimana descended slowly, and Gilgamesh, who had been waiting, finally rose from his throne, descending from his chariot to stand before them. "Enough of this tedious family drama. That you managed to surpass that chef surprises even me, but that's all—hurry and prepare the banquet. Is this how you plan to entertain your king, with such a paltry display?" "Eek! That shiny uncle is scary!" Illya was startled by Gilgamesh. His reptilian cold eyes swept over her face, then settled on her heart. After a while, he sneered. "Hmph, this little girl is the only interesting one." Saber stepped forward, blocking Gilgamesh's gaze, and voiced her confusion. "Wait, Archer, you didn't see Sakatsuki?" "The chef?" Gilgamesh frowned, seemingly puzzled by Saber's foolish question. "I've been surveying from the sky, but I've never seen him." Before Saber could ask more, a hearty laugh boomed from afar, announcing the arrival of another king. A bull-drawn chariot slowly approached. The red-haired giant sat atop it, grinning broadly. "Hahaha... I am late, but it seems everyone is finally here. Very well! Let the banquet begin!" Everyone's here? Hearing this, Saber instinctively looked towards Iskandar approaching on his chariot, only to unexpectedly see a white-haired, golden-eyed youth riding alongside him, his expression calm. "Sakatsuki?!" *** Hey readers! Want to read ahead? ???? Join my Patreon for early access to 30+ advance Chapters! 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Chapter 119: [119] Shadow Servants and the King’s Banquet

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