Chapter 98: The Will of a Heroic Spirit

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"Your body entrusted to me, my fate entrusted to your sword. If you are willing to follow the will of the Holy Grail, obey this truth and this meaning, then answer!" For Servants, these were familiar words—they were the very incantation that summoned them from the Throne of Heroes, independent of time, to once again wield their weapons in battle. "Sakatsuki..." Saber's green eyes widened slightly, and even Diarmuid, consumed by endless resentment, realized the possibility of his survival. Was it because Sakatsuki's overwhelming strength made them unconsciously see him as a Servant? Why hadn't they considered that Sakatsuki himself was also a Master? "Lancer, hurry!" Before Diarmuid could speak, Saber urged him anxiously. Logically, as competitors, Saber should have watched or even prevented Lancer from forming a new contract with a Master. But looking into those unwavering green eyes, anyone could easily read the will of this knightly girl. Please survive, Lancer. Regardless of their positions, regardless of right or wrong, it was simply one knight's unwillingness to see another meet such a tragic end. The incantation continued. "Submit to me, and my fate shall be entrusted to your sword!" Finally, Lancer stepped forward, pulling the dagger from his chest. Ignoring the blood flowing from the wound, he responded. "In the name of Lancer, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, I accept this contract!" The moment he responded, the golden particles surrounding Diarmuid coalesced, reforming his body. Saber, who had been watching this unfold, finally relaxed and sheathed her sword. Kiritsugu's command had only been to "stop Lancer's pursuit." Now that Lancer had found a new Master and no longer had a reason to fight, retreating was the best option. But a golden spear blocked her path. "...Lancer?" "We still have a battle to finish, Saber." After a final, longing glance at the dead Kayneth, Diarmuid turned to Sakatsuki with an apologetic expression. "I understand. I will ensure they are properly laid to rest afterwards." Sakatsuki nodded. "Thank you, Lord Sakatsuki, and... I'm sorry." The spearman, forever pursued by tragedy, stood with his spear and uttered words that shocked everyone. "After my battle with Saber, regardless of the outcome, I will not leave this factory." He would not leave the factory. Lancer replied, his expression unwavering as he gripped his twin spears. "But I have already sworn that I will never pledge loyalty to anyone other than my Master, Kayneth." "...I'm sorry, Lancer." "Apologies are unnecessary, Saber. Your noble spirit has always inspired me." Lancer understood Saber's meaning. As the final battle approached, he smiled with a sense of relief. "I am now a Masterless knight, burdened with an unforgivable sin, and should return to eternal slumber. The only reason I still stand here is because of the promise I made to you." Gripping his spears, Lancer spread his arms like wings, adopting his most skilled fighting stance. Having lost everything and abandoned everything, all Diarmuid Ua Duibhne had left was his near-divine spearmanship and the knightly dignity he had upheld to this day. "Come, King of Knights, grant me the end befitting a knight!" Facing Lancer, who had resolved to die, Saber closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them with determination, raising her radiant holy sword. As the King of Knights, it was her duty to grant this loyal warrior his release. "Then let my sword answer you, Lancer!" The wind howled, and the light of the sword split the heavens and the earth. *** Kiritsugu realized he couldn't leave. Electronic communications were jammed, and the factory's entrance was marked with traces of magical interference. Every time he took a step outside, he found himself back inside the factory. Destroying the barrier was impossible. He had come in a hurry, carrying only a few guns, and the sound of gunfire might alert the enraged Lancer. After wandering aimlessly for a while, Kiritsugu hid in a secluded spot and summoned a familiar to act as his eyes and ears. A bat equipped with a camera flapped its wings, but it hadn't flown far before someone crushed it in their hand. A young man in a kimono, who looked harmless, tossed the corpse aside and wiped his hands. His golden eyes held no warmth. "Hello, Kiritsugu." He said. "I've come for you." *** 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 98: The Will of a Heroic Spirit

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