Chapter 90: Dreams, Command Spells, and the Fiancée

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The dining table was adorned with food and drink, and rows of candlesticks shone brightly.@@@@ The nobles of Erinn gathered in the grand banquet hall of Mikolda, and the festivities were at their peak. But tonight's banquet was not for the rowdy to compete in drinking. Tonight, even the roughest warriors were enchanted by the elegant fragrance of flowers. Yes, this was a banquet held to admire a beautiful flower. The daughter of Cormac mac Airt, the High King of Ireland, Gráinne, was finally to be betrothed. Her fiancé was none other than Fionn mac Cumhaill. A great hero who gained wisdom from the oil of the Salmon of Knowledge and possessed the power of healing water, he was also the leader of the invincible Fianna Knights. A man whose strength and reputation matched the High King's, there could be no more joyous union. Accompanying the old hero Fionn was his son, the poet Oisín; his grandson, the hero Oscar; and many valiant knights of the Fianna Knights. Among them were Caílte mac Rónáin, the Druid Diorruing, Goll mac Morna the "Horror of the Battlefield," and Conan of the Gray Lashes. And among them, the most renowned, the one with the honour of being the strongest, the famous "Radiance of Beauty," Diarmuid Ua Duibhne. All the great heroes who could hold their own in battle had gathered. Each of them revered Fionn, swore loyalty to him, and remained steadfast. The great heroes honoured their leader, offering their spears and swords to his command. This was the honour of a knight, the true will of the glorious warriors sung by bards. To aspire to the path of a knight. To walk the path of a knight. A knight believes that one day he will die on the battlefield, wrapped in a horse's hide, in glorious combat. Until that night, at the banquet of fate, he encountered a delicate flower. "You will have my love, but in return, you must bear a geis, my beloved. Please stop this detestable wedding and take me away... to a place beyond the ends of the earth!" The maiden wept, her eyes burning with sincere love. It was a purgatorial fire that would consume his body... The hero understood this then. But he could not resist. The heavy burden of a geis that tested his honour and the path of loyalty he had sworn to follow—which was more precious? He asked himself this many times, but no matter how much he agonized, he could not find an answer. Thus, what drove him to act must have been something entirely unrelated to honour. The hero took the princess's hand, and together they abandoned their glorious future. "I only wish to fulfil my honour as a knight. The Holy Grail is yours, Master." Lancer never wavered, steadfastly refusing the Holy Grail. —Looking back now, Kayneth realized that he might have distrusted his Servant from the very beginning. How could a Servant not want the Holy Grail? Thus, Lancer's response was clearly a lie, hiding his true intentions from others. Kayneth had initially thought it didn't matter if Lancer remained silent. He had Command Spells, and as long as he held this absolute authority, Diarmuid could never betray him. A Servant was ultimately just a tool, a mere instrument. As long as it functioned as intended, what the tool thought was irrelevant. This was Kayneth's belief until yesterday. But now, seeing Sola-Ui's unwavering trust in Lancer, Kayneth could no longer maintain his previous leniency. If he truly followed Sola-Ui—if his words were true—then it was clear that his motives were not for the Holy Grail but for something else. He could never trust that heroic spirit. Moreover, judging from the legends of his life, wasn't that man a traitor who betrayed his lord and eloped with his wife? "The Command Spells... I cannot give them to you." Minutes ago, he had said this. Minutes later, Kayneth, with his hand broken by his fiancée, waited like a condemned man as she fetched surgical tools, watching helplessly as she walked toward a future alongside Lancer. Was this surrender born of love or fear? Kayneth himself did not know, nor did he have the time to ponder it. Because— Outside their second hideout, an abandoned factory in the suburbs came the terrified scream of his fiancée. *** 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 90: Dreams, Command Spells, and the Fiancée

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