FATE: As Illya, I was summoned by Kotomine Kirei?!

Chapter 33: Don't call me by my name, Emiya Kiritsugu, you are not worthy!

Miss Illyasviel feels in great shape now.

It was clearly her who was forced into a desperate situation, and it was clearly her who was forced into a desperate situation.

But her spirit was very excited, and tiny black mana kept flowing out and attached to her body. For a moment, it was as if she was injected with some kind of stimulant, which made her adrenaline soar. Her low attributes were also comprehensively improved at this moment. Although this bonus was basically maintained at a fixed level, her Agility A seemed to be marked with a + sign. In a blink of an eye, she had more than ten rounds of collisions with the blond swordswoman. The surging of mana and impact shook the atmosphere, and the scorching fireworks illuminated the gloomy moonlight.

She was being shot down, she was being beaten back, she was constantly injured, and she was at a disadvantage in every collision. The blonde swordswoman with several A-level attributes crushed her.

Even if you are tired, even if you need to look ahead and behind, even if you need to take into account attacks from multiple directions, the pure numerical power is still displayed beautifully.

But what can you do? What can you do? If you are shot down, you can get up again. If you are beaten back, you can face the challenge again. As long as the injury is not fatal, it is just a superficial wound. Illyasviel, you have already seized the opportunity to win. In a normal battle, the enemy will never let you have such a big advantage!

If that swordswoman didn't need to protect Emiya Kiritsugu and Irisviel, if that swordswoman's hand wasn't injured, if that swordswoman didn't go through a series of battles, would you really have a chance to win after your true name was exposed? Would Emiya Kiritsugu still give you a chance to successfully attack him?

Obviously not. A seemingly desperate situation is actually a special opportunity for fate to favor you.

"Weren't you just asking why I like to do little things behind others back?"

"At that time, I really, really wanted to say that if I had your attribute panel, I would be more upright than you! I hope that all Servants will fight me head-on even more than you do!"

Clang!

 Miss Illyasviel smiled happily. The slightly raised corners of her mouth and the black mana emanating from her tattered black robe made her look strangely charming.

This is the malice of a bad kid, praying for the successful activation of a skill. When the rabbit is forced into a desperate situation, it will bite back. Her mental state is extremely extreme.

She will also be very unhappy. After all, King Gilgamesh has said it long ago that her politeness and courteousness are all a disguise. She is an anti-hero and a bad kid with a twisted heart.

"But do I have it? Do I? I don't. I am inferior to you in every attribute. And you still blame me for not fighting the three Knights head-on? Do the Heroic Spirit Servants of the strongest class, Saber, like to preach before they fight? It would have been better if you just fought directly. If you win and I die, you can say whatever you want. If you die and I win, then I can also taunt you at will!"

'Because I am weaker than you, I am a weak person, so I am not glorious!'

'Hahaha, this is so fun, so interesting, this mental state is so fun!'

'Oh? Why am I weak? Because I have bad luck. I almost killed Tokiomi Tohsaka, I almost killed Kiritsugu Emiya, and I drew a not-so-good card for my Noble Phantasm. It's just as bad as before, just like before I transmigrate—I'm always unlucky for no reason, and there are always unfortunate things happening to me!'

Clang clang clang clang clang! 

The atmosphere resounded, and mana splashed wantonly. At this time, the swordswoman was surprised to find that Miss Illyasviel was not repelled by her again. The cold sharp blade in her hand quickly released its force after the collision. Its attributes were significantly improved, and so were its skills. The crushing hand-to-hand combat gap between them was being narrowed in terms of attributes, martial arts skills, mana consumption, and mental energy. Miss Illyasviel, who might not even have been able to catch her full-strength sword steadily at the beginning, was now fighting her head-on.

The sharp blade continued to emit compassion, and the speed of the girl in the black robe and rags suddenly increased by more than 10% compared to before. That was Agility A+, matching the man with twin spears.

The sounds of breaking air, tearing the atmosphere, and clashing blades continued. The tattered girl in a black robe did not continue to actively resist the swinging and slashing of the invisible sword.

Instead, she kept swinging the dagger accurately and repeatedly, striking between the invisible sword's force point and impact point.

huff huff huff huff…..

Fast, very fast, fast in a physical way, fast beyond reason.

So what if the blade is not as strong as the enemy, so what if the attributes are not as good as the enemy? She can make up for it with speed—if one strike is not enough, then ten strikes, a hundred strikes, a thousand strikes! With a speed that even the three Knights can't match!

"That's enough, Illyasviel, have you had enough? I admit that my previous words were a bit wrong, but this is no reason for you to continue acting recklessly here!"

The swordswoman, who was briefly suppressed by the explosive speed and the countless Ritter: Stork Knights, felt a little annoyed.

She was not annoyed at the opponent's strength. After all, her current condition was surprisingly bad. She was just annoyed that she felt like she saw the shadow of a rebellious knight in the opponent. It was not that the fighting style and strength were similar, but the emotions and actions were similar.

That was Mordred, the rebel who became the final straw that broke the camel's back in her reign.

"No, no, no, you shouldn't say that. You can't say that to the enemy. Are you wrong? No, you can't be wrong from your perspective. What you should do is stop talking nonsense and knock down the enemy who opposes you without hesitation... I respect all heroes, and I respect you too, because you are all legends in historical myths and heroes who deserve to be remembered by the world. But this is the Holy Grail War, an arena where seven live and one survives, so there is no need to preach. Please let me shut up completely, or I will ask you to shut up completely."

'Where is the right and wrong? Why are you so serious? The Holy Grail War is obviously a cruel thing, isn't it? Why are you all so righteous?'

'Don't argue with the enemy. As long as you win and as long as you can survive, don't care what nonsense the enemy says.'

She respects the glorious deeds of these Servants and admires these heroes from the bottom of her heart.

Because she believed she could not achieve the same great achievements as they had achieved in their lifetime.

But this is the Holy Grail War, the arena of death. Does respect, morality, and etiquette really matter? What if you can't win the debate? Just start a war. It's enough as long as you firmly believe that you are right.

"So, I respect you, and I ask you to respect me too. The greatest respect for the enemy is to go all out and defeat them!"

The girl in the ragged hood, laughing happily but also serious, will not let herself be defeated easily. She flexibly uses the black blade to fight against legendary heroes. She is afraid, excited, and enjoying it. She uses the pure cold blade and pure killing technique under the beautiful moonlight.

Telling the world that her young body also hides the power to fight with heroes, her hood was blown off by the huge airflow, revealing her silver hair and that lovely and well-behaved beautiful face. Moonlight and weapons are her companions, and she is the most beautiful silver fairy in the night.

'Keep winning!'

'Do everything you can to win. If you respect me, you will kill me!'

'Just like I respect you heroes and want to defeat your Master and make you leave!'

".......I underestimated you. You are indeed a formidable opponent, Illyasviel."

'Now let's just attack to our heart's content.'

 The swordsman girl took a step forward, and the Wind King's barrier surged. She stopped defending and fought against the girl in the rag hood who had revealed her true face. The cold sharp blade whose afterimage had already appeared collided fiercely with the invisible sword wrapped in a hurricane!

 The ground around the two people was cut into large cracks by the sharp air currents that kept coming out, and the wooden boxes and the army of familiars were shattered by the impact of the attack and scattered!

 The two Servants at the center of the battlefield are still bombarding each other. At this moment, they only have each other in their eyes. This is an epic of fate, a showdown between the top servants!

 The atmosphere was wailing, flames were flying, and the man with two spears was also attracted by this rapid attack.

 It seemed that no one had expected that a Caster could fight hand-to-hand combat with Saber, who was recognized as the strongest class, to such an extent.

 "She has a lot of magic power left. Once it is consumed to a certain level, it will be gone."

 "Her magic defense can't stop my Noble Phantasm from activating all three of my special attacks."

 The haze was approaching. Miss Illyasviel's arms, which were holding the sharp blades, were shaking. It hurt, very much. Using just two cold blades to fight against the Invisible Sword, a Noble Phantasm of a high grade, and the user was a legendary hero, it was natural that her arms could not bear the pressure.

 One of her ribs had been broken by the impact, the bones in her right hand were dislocated and causing severe pain, and the body under the black robe had already been cut by the hurricane sword energy, leaving it bleeding.

 Her attributes have been improved due to the activation of the Heart of the Lesser Holy Grail, but facing the swordswoman who is in extremely poor condition, these improvements are not enough.

 Agility A+, she almost entirely relied on this attribute. If the fight continued, she would be the loser. She knew this very well, but she knew even more clearly that the swordswoman's mana was being consumed rapidly and was being dragged down by herself and her army of familiars.

 As long as the opponent's magic power is consumed to a certain critical point, the opponent's anti-magic skills will not be able to stop her Noble Phantasm.

 'Exciting, exciting, and fun! The bet is that she will kill me before her mana is exhausted, or I will successfully exhaust her mana and kill her with one blow!'

 If the swordswoman won, and she died.

 If she wins, and the swordswoman is seriously injured or killed.

 Of course, she is the one who will most likely lose, after all, the swordswoman's stats are too beautiful.

 But she had a chance, she had hope, hope of winning, even if it was just a tiny bit.

 It is no longer like before when she had no chance of winning. She can now gamble her life with the three strongest knights.

 'Caster and Saber can gamble their lives? Ah! How interesting, exciting, and pleasing to the eye this is!'

 'Oh.....I seem to be an Assassin...'

 But it's all the same, isn't it? A bad kid who was abandoned, forgotten, and hated can fight for hope with a hero who came out of historical myths. She is not a hero. How wonderful and joyful is this great cause!

 "Illya......."

 Irisviel muttered to herself while holding the half-conscious Emiya Kiritsugu who was overloaded.

 The moment she saw that face and heard those words, she was speechless.

 It was as if her throat was blocked by something, and she had no other thoughts except for being stunned and sad.

 "It's so annoying! You guys are really annoying. I told you not to call my name!"

 However, Miss Illyasviel, who was beaten back, felt a surge of blood in her body, and the cold blade in her hand flashed with light. She was just a little bit away, just a little bit away.

 Seeing the swordswoman being entangled by the army of familiars again, Miss Illyasviel coughed up a mouthful of blood. It was obvious that her body was under the strain, but she quickly wiped the corner of her mouth, bent down, and continued to attack the swordswoman again with all her might.

 She is about to win. The opponent's mana is almost to the point where it can no longer be maintained. If she delays for a few more minutes, just a few more minutes, everyone in this world who knows her real name, except Kotomine Kirei, will no longer exist!

 Boom—!

 The lavender thunder fell, and the strong wind and lightning destroyed all the elite White Stork Knights in the center of the battlefield and blew away the gathered army of familiars!

 "Put away your weapons now, in front of this king!"

 That was a chariot, and judging from its appearance, it was an ancient two-headed chariot.

 The chariots were not tied with horses or donkeys, but with sturdy and well-built bulls whose muscles were rolling like waves and flashing with lightning. They pulled the luxurious battlefield, trampling on the lightning that fell from the sky like streaming light, sweeping away the mist and the knights of the white stork as casually as if they were stepping on a few small ants.

 After landing, the red giant on the chariot threw off his cloak, looking around with a fierce and heroic smile, calmly and without any fear of interrupting the battle.

 His ox cart was thundering, and Miss Illyasviel, who was short in stature and was blown back several meters by this sudden change, was at a loss, watching the fog disappearing around her.

 There were only a dozen or so defeated Ritter: Stork Knight left. She felt her heart gradually break into pieces as the thunder exploded.

 The severe pain and bleeding injuries in her body seemed to be forgotten by her at this moment.

 "What? It's like this again. It's like this again..."

 She turned her head away blankly, feeling her eyes getting hot and the scene in front of her was a little blurry.

 'How many times has this happened? The fifth time? The sixth time? I can't remember.'

 Because she seemed to be always so unfortunate, she suddenly wanted to go home and look at the sea quietly.

 That sea where there is no magic and it is impossible to use magic.

 "Haha, haha, this is really wonderful." Miss Illyasviel covered her burning eyes and smiled again with the corners of her mouth slightly raised. She should have been very sad.

 But she just wanted to laugh, laugh out loud, and couldn't help laughing.

 Holding the cold blade tightly, the black mana increased, and it even seemed to be condensed into turbid black muddy water. How happy! This life of always being unlucky and miserable was really wonderful. She became more and more excited as if she had learned to get along with misfortune and become a partner with it.

 It's like if there was a world where everyone could live happily.

 Then there would be no Illyasviel in that world.

 "Great, really great, great, great, I feel great now!"

 "This is what life is like. This is what the Holy Grail War is like. I have never felt that my life is so... joyful and exciting!"

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