Chapter 51: Second Command Spell

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Chivalry. It is a standard established to fulfil the duty of protecting one's lord. The spirit and ethics of chivalry are part of the noble culture of the upper classes, based on the honour of an individual and embodying certain positive aspects of the ancient martial spirit of Western Europe. In the dark ages of Europe, heroes who adhered to the code of chivalry rode across vast lands, swinging their spears and swords with joy, rescuing civilians and driving away wild beasts. They shone like beacons, lighting the future path of Europe. Humility, honour, sacrifice, bravery, mercy, honesty, justice, and soul. The warriors who followed the code of chivalry became the mark of a nation and an era, immortalized in legends sung by poets and passed down through generations. At this very moment, Lancer, who had turned his back to Saber while pointing his spear at Berserker, was embodying the dignity of those heroes who walked the path of chivalry. The severed iron pole flew through the air and, with a heavy sound, planted itself into the ground. "This Saber already has an agreement with me... If you insist on interfering, I won't stand by." "Lancer..." Saber was touched by the nobility of his actions. However, not everyone in the scene shares the same sense of high morals. "What are you doing, Lancer? This is the perfect opportunity to defeat Saber!" A cold, unseen voice questioned, but Lancer, maintaining a very serious expression, lowered his head in humility while his body stood tall, like a spear planted in the earth. "I, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, swear by my honour that I will defeat Saber!" He shouted loudly into the void. "If you don't believe me, I can first deal with this mad dog to prove it! Please permit me, my lord!" The street fell into silence as if the entire world was listening, hearing the high noble request of the man. A breeze swept through, bringing a refreshing chill of the night. "By the command spell, I order." The silent atmosphere froze in place. "Assist Berserker and finish Saber..."@@@@ The light in the man's eyes dimmed, and a soft sigh escaped from Sakatsuki, who stood nearby. "Kill." The hidden area was illuminated by red light, and when it faded, Kayneth's command spell had been reduced to two marks. Now, no one could interfere with the assassin's work. "Maiya, have you found Berserker's Master?" "No." "Then the only way to break this stalemate is to kill Lancer's Master." Kiritsugu concluded. Counting down to zero, he prepared to attack. This time, there could be no mistake. "...Six!" As he began his countdown, he carefully adjusted the crosshair of the thermal scope to align with Kayneth's position. "...Five!" The crosshairs were now set to zero at 500 meters. As the distance decreased, the point of impact would shift upward. Kayneth was about 300 meters away, and Kiritsugu carefully adjusted his aim. "...Four!" Lancer was forced to act against his will due to the command spell. While Kiritsugu couldn't predict how Lancer would react after losing his Master, he thought Lancer would stop attacking Saber. With the primary threat reduced to only Berserker, Saber could find a way to escape with Irisviel. "...Three!" A hand grabbed the corner of his coat. "I won't let you do this." The cold voice of a girl rang out, pausing as if she were carefully choosing her words. "Kiritsugu." "That's my brother's prey." One who offers, and one who commands—yet, in the end, both met a tragic fate in the original story. It seems fate truly loves to toy with people. *** Hey readers! Want to read ahead? ???? Join my Patreon for early access to 30+ advance chapters! Your support helps me write more and bring the story to you faster. ????patreon.com/aarvan???? Thanks for being awesome! ❤️

Chapter 51: Second Command Spell

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