Magician in Type-Moon

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But it's strange that the Master's words sound so emotional.

"Betrayal? Then isn't this tantamount to conspiring with the victim?"

"What..."

Boom! A powerful surge of magical energy suddenly erupted in the sky...

Chapter 29 "Lively" (Please add to your favorites! Please recommend!)

The Fuyuki Bridge, which spans the entire Miwon River, is located not far from the estuary. It is 665 meters long and is a three-span continuous highway arch bridge.

The top of the bridge arch is over fifty meters high. If you were at such a height and a gentle sea breeze were to blow you, you would surely lose your footing and fall into the river below.

If a professional diver panics and fails to adjust their posture in mid-air, they could be smashed to pieces.

On such a high bridge, even the most skilled maintenance worker would never climb up without safety ropes.

Webber Velvet is currently without any safety ropes or other equipment, clinging to the steel of the bridge, his hands and feet gripping the cold steel frame tightly.

Normally, as Rider's Master, he always reminds himself to show a majestic and composed demeanor, so as to be worthy of the Heroic Spirit and the identity of a participant in this Holy Grail War.

But at this point, he couldn't care less about anything else. His own life was far more important than any semblance of power or composure. "Those empty things can just stay in the far reaches of the heavens!" he thought.

The wind whistled in his ears, and the vibrations of the bridge traveled through the steel to every joint of his body, making him acutely aware of his fragility and insignificance. Weber's breathing was rapid, and his palms were already soaked with cold sweat, but he dared not relax for a moment. Any small mistake could cause him to plummet from this height.

Beneath the bridge, the waters of the Weiyuan River flowed swiftly, as if silently mocking his helplessness and fear at that moment.

He clenched his teeth and tried to calm himself down.

"I am Waver Velvet, the Master of Rider." He silently repeated this sentence in his mind, trying to give himself some courage and strength in this way.

Rider, sitting cross-legged next to Webber with his back straight, looked imposing.

This contrast made Webber appear even more timid and insignificant, which made him grit his teeth in hatred towards Rider.

After all, the current situation was created by Rider.

They said that one must stand on high ground to observe the entire battlefield, and that a hero should not fear the power of nature.

These words left Waver, as the Master, completely embarrassed.

After all, it's normal for a young, inexperienced man to care about his image.

“Rider… let’s hurry… get off here!” Webber said to Rider.

Being high up by the sea, the icy sea breeze at night made Weber's teeth chatter incessantly. Of course, fear was also at play, but the exact extent of it was unknown.

Waver's words were like a gentle breeze to the giant Servant beside him. In a contractual relationship, if the Master becomes the weaker party, the Servant must take the initiative.

"This is an excellent surveillance position. Even though it's dangerously high up, it's worth the risk. Why not take a good look around this city that's about to become a battlefield?"

Rider held a bottle of liquor he'd somehow acquired, taking large gulps of it as he looked down at the expansive seaside park stretching from the river mouth to the coast, located under the bridge to the west, while gazing into the distance at the majestic Yuanzang Mountain on the other side of the city.

His eyes held a hidden brilliance—the spirit of conquest, the pride of a man.

Today, they missed the first battle of Heroic Spirits. After sensing the magical aura of the Servant, Rider summoned his Noble Phantasm, his mount 'Kamui Wheel'.

Anyone who knows the name of this Noble Phantasm will surely guess the name of this giant hero's spirit—the conqueror, Alexander the Great, His Majesty Iskandar.

This is proof that he became the King of Asia. The name of this treasure comes from the most famous scene in the legend of Alexander the Great, the 'Goldium Knot'.

He stared at the knot, then suddenly drew his sword, and with a swift stroke, the knot shattered.

The chariot bound by ropes became one of the most widely circulated legends about the Great Emperor, and it is the prototype of this Noble Phantasm.

After rushing to the battlefield on the 'Wheel of Divine Might', they were disappointed to find that the battle was already over.

Unable to find any excitement, this Servant, unwilling to remain idle, brought his Master to this towering bridge to await the new battle.

Of course, bringing the Master up here was partly to test his courage, and partly to tease him.

After all, days without battle are just too boring, and even a conqueror king can't help but want to have some fun.

"Ugh! You were the one who wasted time by insisting on buying those pants, why should I pay for it now?!"

Waver blamed the current situation entirely on the servant beside him.

Waver slowly settled into his seat on the steel frame, and to bolster his courage, he chose to start arguing with his own Heroic Spirit.

"Ah, boy, are you saying that the fault for not seeing the excitement this time lies with me?"

The Emperor's piercing gaze swept across his Master's face, nearly startling Waver, who had just settled into his seat, so much so that he almost fell off.

"Well, this problem is indeed partly my fault, but as your subject, you should also share the blame for this mistake with me."

After listening, Waver Velvet stopped arguing. He knew that no matter what he said, the Heroic Spirit would shut him down with grand principles.

It would be better to remain silent and simply look at the seaside city below, where neon lights shimmer wildly in the night, making it seem like a fairytale city that never sleeps.

Modern technology seems to be able to produce beautiful things too, and this is indeed a great place to enjoy the scenery.

Just as Weber was focusing his attention on the city scenery at his feet, the giant follower next to him suddenly stood up.

This action startled Weber, who wondered what strange thing the person next to him was up to now.

Suddenly, a fierce gust of wind broke through between the master and servant.

The kinetic energy that swept over him carried Weber off the bridge.

Fortunately, the giant follower reacted quickly and grabbed Waver by the back of his neck, as if he were carrying a kitten.

Webber, who almost fell, seemed to be stunned and froze completely.

Seeing this situation, the giant didn't know what to do. He scratched his head and swung Weber around a couple of times.

"Hey kid, wake up!"

"Oh, what just happened?"

A wave of fear washed over Waver as he regained his senses. Not knowing what had happened, he asked the heroic spirit who was still carrying him, who seemed to have gotten used to being carried.

"Boy, I told you to wait here, there was bound to be some exciting developments."

"It seems that all the participants in this Holy Grail War are restless individuals."

Waver, who was somewhat confused by what his own Heroic Spirit said, began to understand what he meant.

"You mean, that was a Heroic Spirit? That was a Heroic Spirit that just flew by? That powerful magical reaction really was a Heroic Spirit?"

Actually, what scared Webber wasn't the near fall, but something that flashed past them with a gust of wind.

In Weber's eyes, it was as if someone was wielding an unstable magical core and attacking him.

"Yes, and they completely ignored us. Do they not take us seriously? There are such arrogant people in this competition. It's just too much like what I imagined."

"The more arrogant and haughty a person is, the more I want to conquer, to ravage, and to trample on their dignity!"

Having said that, he raised his long sword high, and thunderclouds suddenly appeared out of thin air in the sky where the stars and moon hung high. Amidst the intertwining of lightning, the 'wheel of divine might' appeared.

Two enormous divine bulls pulled the chariot, their fur as black as night, their eyes flashing with lightning. Each time they roared, the surrounding air trembled with their power.

Arcs of electricity crackled around their bodies, like Thor's chains, shimmering with dazzling light.

Such a terrifying monster, now standing before Rider, was like a docile pet.

"Kid, come on up here. If you missed the first round, you can't miss the second one too."

Chapter 30 "A Shooting Star Soaring Through the Sky" (Please add to your favorites! Please recommend!)

The 'Wheel of Divine Might' wielded lightning, racing wildly across the skies above Fuyuki, leaving streaks of light in its wake.

They followed behind the mysterious heroic spirits that glided like shooting stars.

Rider and Webber spent the entire afternoon wandering the city in hopes of making contact with the enemy, which was already frustrating as they missed their first battle.

Now another opportunity has presented itself.

I thought Rider would attack immediately, but he just followed slowly behind and showed no intention of launching an attack.

"Why don't you teach him a lesson? He flew right over your head."

Weber quipped, "Given Rider's usual personality and way of doing things, shouldn't he be saying something like, 'Move the wheel of Kamui' over there right now?"

Then drive your chariot straight and run them over?

Rider, who was pulling the reins, was not angry when he heard Webber's teasing. He just laughed and flicked Webber's forehead with his finger.

"Kid, that guy clearly has a specific goal; it looks like he's heading towards that fortress that's already been built."

A fortress? It must be the large barrier near Ryudong Temple.

When Webber first arrived in Fuyuki, the place gave him quite a shock.

That massive complex barrier was not much inferior to the barrier set up at the main Clock Tower, and in some aspects it was even stronger.

How can such a large magic workshop exist in such a remote area in the far east?

Even the familiars he sent out to scout were killed as soon as they reached the foot of the mountain.

This dealt Weber Velvet, who came from the Clock Tower, his first blow; the honorary title of the Clock Tower seemed to mean nothing here.

"Besides, it's no wonder that no one noticed him flying so brazenly straight towards his target. Not only me, but the other Servants must also be keeping an eye on him and observing the situation."

"Furthermore, I suspect that guy deliberately flew over our heads. Perhaps he flew around the entire Fuyuki before going there, just to attract the attention of the other Masters and Servants, so as to detect everyone's strength in this war."

After listening to Rider's explanation, Webber rubbed his forehead, which had been hit by the finger snap, and nodded.

"So, kid, let's just wait and see, and look forward to the show."

Weber also thought Rider's plan was correct, but he never expected that this magnanimous and upright self-proclaimed king would actually resort to such cunning and treacherous tactics.

Indeed, as Rider said, accepting the enemy's provocation and launching a reckless attack without any prior preparation is the most foolish and worst possible strategy.

Those affected by such tricks will likely continue to kill each other and become fewer and fewer, even if left unchecked.

Although the strength of the Servant who took the initiative to provoke was already evident from the fluctuations in his magical energy.

However, attacking an already built fortress does not necessarily guarantee a swift victory.

Wait until they are both exhausted, then let Rider defeat them and be the one to reap the benefits. That would not be a bad strategy.

Now that this decision has been made, let's see how strong these two sides really are.

Weber and Rider maintained a certain distance, continuing to track the shooting star that streaked across the night sky, heading straight for their target.