Magician in Type-Moon

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"Well, they actually scared them away... How boring," Angra Mainyu said somewhat uninterestedly.

He turned around, his gaze falling on Irisviel, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"Now it's just you left, madam. Are you going to come with me, or should I force you to leave?"

Irisviel bit her lower lip, her hands clenched into fists, her body trembling slightly.

Just now, the guy who looked like "Maimi" twisted and deformed right before her eyes, turning into the Assassin he is now.

We learn from Kiritsugu Emiya that Assassin is Kiritsugu's perceived nemesis—Kirei Kotomine's Servant.

Finally, after a life-or-death battle with Lancer on the overpass, he disappeared.

But his presence here now means...

Kirei Kotomine... Kirei Kotomine is here too? Is all of this his conspiracy?

If it's him, then the current situation can be explained, why the person in front of her knows that the Lesser Grail is on her.

You must have heard it from Tokiomi Tohsaka...

Is he trying to capture me now in order to deal with Kiritsugu?

In an instant, Irisviel's mind conjured up a conspiracy and intrigue reminiscent of a Qing Dynasty palace drama.

This knowledge all came from the videotapes Kiritsugu brought her...

She couldn't resist now, and she couldn't let Kiritsugu come; facing a Heroic Spirit directly would mean certain death...

"Have you made up your mind, madam?" Angra Mainyu toyed with the dagger in his hand with Assassin's long, slender fingers, seemingly waiting for the other party's answer.

But the options he offered didn't really give people any room to consider.

"I'll go with you..." Irisviel finally uttered those words... Now that it's a fait accompli, it's better to just accept it...

As soon as he finished speaking, Angra Mainyu was about to use his long arms to lift Irisviel up and leave.

"I need to change my clothes first. You go out and wait for me." This somewhat irrational statement was Irisviel's last plea in desperation.

But Angra Mainyu nodded in agreement and turned to walk out the door.

He wasn't exactly a respectful person towards women, and he knew what Irisviel was up to.

It was simply a matter of informing Emiya Kiritsugu, who had come to search for him, of his appearance.

But this is also what he wanted to see. At this moment, Kiritsugu Emiya is like a flying insect that has accidentally wandered into a spider web.

The owner of the net is eyeing him covetously.

Chapter 131 In war, there are never any victors.

At this moment, Kiritsugu Emiya was indeed entangled in the net.

The moment he pulled out the dagger and plunged it into Matou Ike's chest, the insects accumulated inside Matou Ike suddenly exploded. Countless water spiders sprang outwards from the room, and a vast, restrictive web instantly spread, trapping the entire room firmly.

"Damn it..." Kiritsugu gritted his teeth and quickly retreated, but it was too late.

The water spiders quickly spun a web, enveloping him, each strand of silk gleaming with a sticky sheen.

The threads began to tighten gradually, as if to strangle Kiritsugu Emiya here.

"To the place where no sunlight shines, Phantasm Punishment!"

The mysterious shard in Kiritsugu Emiya's hand burst forth with astonishing brilliance, revealing the origin of "cutting" and "binding".

In that instant, the mysterious, severing power, like a sharp blade, instantly cut through the surrounding spider silk, releasing a powerful energy fluctuation.

The tough threads were shredded, and a strong energy fluctuation filled the air.

silence...

wait...

Kiritsugu Emiya remained standing, warily awaiting Matou Ike's next attack.

However, the expected attack never came.

The clock on the wall ticked away.

A quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour.

No attack occurred.

Inside the room, apart from the ticking of the clock, only Kiritsugu Emiya's breath-holding could be heard.

The waiting was clearly futile.

Matou Ike had no intention of following along, which means that his true form was never here.

Kiritsugu Emiya is constantly outwitting and outmaneuvering his clones made up of insects.

"Ha, what a crushing defeat," Kiritsugu Emiya thought to himself.

This attack was an insult to him, showing no regard for him as his Master.

But his quick thinking made him realize that since Matouchi's true form hadn't come to deal with him, then where was the true form of that insect user right now?

Could it be... Irisviel!

At this moment, even the most obtuse person would realize this, let alone Kiritsugu Emiya, a veteran who has fought on the battlefield for many years.

His expression changed drastically, and he immediately took out the tracking device he had left on Irisviel from his pocket.

The pointer trembled slightly in his hand, indicating Irisviel's exact location.

Still in the basement...that's good, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Something's not right! How can there be such a big discrepancy between the changes in pulse and body temperature? A sudden thought struck me, and I felt things were about to go wrong.

He quickly located the signal source, and then he started running at full speed through the long corridor.

Footsteps echoed in the empty building, each step seemingly reminding him of the urgency of time.

As he drew closer to the door at the end of the corridor, his heart leaped into his throat. The door was tightly shut, and faint sounds could be heard coming from inside.

Kiritsugu Emiya's hand was already on the doorknob, and the next second he pushed hard, and the door opened violently.

The room was empty, with only the sound of the crystal ball rolling inside.

Kiritsugu Emiya looked around, quickly scanning every corner.

Scattered on the ground were scraps of paper and broken furniture, and a faint smell of burning filled the air.

Kiritsugu Emiya gripped his gun tightly, cautiously looking around.

His gaze fell on the rolling crystal ball, which shimmered with an eerie light, as if conveying some kind of message.

Kiritsugu Emiya quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and carefully examined the crystal ball.

He reached out and gently touched the sphere, instantly feeling a chill spread from his fingertips throughout his body.

"Kiritsugu..." Suddenly, a faint voice came from inside the sphere; it was Irisviel's voice.

"Irisviel, where are you?" Kiritsugu Emiya's voice was urgent and low, his eyes fixed on the crystal ball.

"Maiya is an Assassin in disguise; his target is the Lesser Grail..."

Irisviel's figure appeared in the crystal ball, but she did not respond to Kiritsugu Emiya's words, only recounting what had happened.

Kiritsugu Emiya also realized that the crystal ball contained only a pre-recorded video; Irisviel was already...

"Kiritsugu, do you remember the game Illya loved to play with you? Maybe in the future..."

The sound grew fainter and fainter, as if it came from a very distant place. Irisviel's image appeared blurry in the crystal ball, as if it might disappear at any moment.

“There may never be another chance…” Irisviel’s voice was tinged with sadness and helplessness.

Kiritsugu Emiya's heart tightened as he recalled the wonderful times he had spent with Irisviel and Illya.

Emiya Kiritsugu fell silent for a moment. His wife... even in this situation...

Does Ilya like games the most?

Counting walnut buds...

He quickly scanned the entire basement, his eyes settling on the wall behind him—the only walnut wood wall.

He strode toward the wall, tapping lightly on the wooden surface with his fingers, listening intently to the echoes behind it.

The knocking sound tells a story of a secret hidden behind it.

Kiritsugu Emiya took out a small knife, carefully inserted it into the gap in the wooden board, and pried open a piece of the board, revealing a hidden compartment.

This is...

A magnificent enamel-painted scabbard came into view. The scabbard was inlaid with sparkling gems, radiating a soft light, as if it contained endless power.

Kiritsugu Emiya carefully took out the scabbard, feeling its heavy weight and cold touch.

Kiritsugu Emiya was stunned. The scabbard actually belonged to Saber, and the secret to maintaining Irisviel's life was this very Noble Phantasm.

His fingers traced the scabbard, feeling its cold yet powerful force.

Tears welled up in his eyes involuntarily. In two consecutive days, he had lost two of the most important people in his life.

One was his apprentice whom he had personally rescued from the battlefield; the other was his wife with whom he had shared a life of mutual support...

Endless sorrow flows like a river...

......

When faced with Angra Mainyu transformed into Assassin, Matouike did not hesitate to transform into a swarm of insects and roam the castle.

Soon, the swarm of insects coalesced into human form again, appearing in a dark corridor.

All around was silent, with only the faint chirping of insects echoing in the air.

Matou Ike quickly looked around and, after confirming that there were no threats, began to use Command Spells to summon Caster and finish off the battle.

"Declare, in the name of the Command Spell, Caster, come to my aid at once!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Command Seal began to emit a bright light, and the red lines on the back of his hand burned.

A gentle breeze followed, and magic surged in the air, coalescing into form.

Matou Pond waited quietly, but...