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

Chapter 42: In the name of the Command Seal! There is no way to defeat Gilgamesh? I don't understand!

 If you can't win, run away.

 King Gilgamesh only took it a little seriously and was able to suppress the four Servants.

 Even the swordswoman and the Black Knight who could easily kill you cannot get close to his glory. What's the point of you coming back? With your inferior attributes and your scalpel that can't even scratch the opponent's golden armor, joining the battlefield is nothing but suicide, adding a little glory to the most ancient Hero King.

 And have you forgotten? You can only fail, Illyasviel can only fail.

 No matter when and where you are, you are just a pitiful and unfortunate failure. As an assassin, you have never succeeded in assassinating the Master once, so how can you successfully assassinate a Servant who is unimaginably more powerful than you?

 So, run away quickly, kill Saber's Master, evade decisively as always, and survive as long as possible in the most suitable way for an assassin.

 What if the Ancient King wins? At least you can save your life, even if it's only temporarily, but at least you can survive for a while longer, right?

 You are not a hero, Illyasviel.

 You are just a malicious, friendly partner of misfortune.

Escape.......

 Continue like every time before...

 Be the mouse you are best at...

 "I'm not a hero. I'm afraid of death, but I won't miss the opportunity created by others at the risk of their lives. Even lowly mice can bite people!"

 The opportunity has appeared, and the entry of the Black Knight broke the initial suppression balance.

 King Gilgamesh's streetlight throne collapsed, and he was forced to move to a container colony shrouded in mist.

 The anger of being hurt, the joy of having recognized the minister, and the contempt for the vile venomous snake.

 Arrogant subconsciously believed that Viper had seen the situation clearly and escaped, mocking the ignorance of the heroes.

 And most importantly, after the King's Noble Phantasms had shifted position, they needed to be re-aimed and adjusted.

 The brief loss of position, psychology, timing, and balance—all opportunities have been created by other heroes. This is the result of many coincidences and factors. This is the only brief opportunity to reverse the situation. This is the once-in-a-lifetime hope of defeating the Golden King.

 Why should she give up this hope? Why should she give up this possibility? Everyone has staked their lives on this war. If she doesn't even have the courage to put her life on the side of the scale and the determination to grasp the light of hope, how can she survive to the end of this Holy Grail War!

 No mana reaction and presence concealment, as well as agility A+, the enemy is in the mist.

 The opportunity group has come, the time has come, and so many coincidental factors have been achieved.

 'Illyasviel, don't be afraid, you absolutely must not be afraid. Since you want to overcome all misfortunes and want happiness, then start by crossing and climbing this invincible mountain of the oldest Hero King.'

 "Viper…! Ahhhh! How, is it possible!?"

 The cold black blade pierced his throat, blood gushed out and she wanted to go further, she wanted to cut off his head directly, but due to the sharpness of the weapon and the lack of strength!

 The moment the pain came, the oldest Golden King suddenly tilted his head back, causing the knife to circle around his neck and suddenly miss!

 Blood gushed out of his throat uncontrollably. The Golden King covered his bleeding mouth and nose with one hand and staggered back a few steps into the container group. With his other hand, he quickly pulled out a golden one-handed axe from the golden waves and chopped it down, hastily meeting the death weapon that attacked again after the first unsuccessful blow. Mana sparks burst out from the clash of blade and axe, and the iron sheet of the container was pierced and dented.

 Boom!

 In severe pain, his axe blow missed, and the force of the axe was cleverly transferred by the sharp blade that slipped out of his hand.

 The highly agile Miss Illyasviel stepped on the missed axe with her delicate calves and leaped up suddenly, hitting King Gilgamesh's jaw with her scarred knees.

 Bang!

 Puff!

 King Gilgamesh was stunned for a moment, and the blood in his mouth was spurted out by the knee kick. It was too fast, her speed was too fast.

 When he realized this, he had been knocked off the top of the container and was falling downwards. The speed and explosive power of the venomous snake in front of him were at least one level faster than last night, and her dodging skills were completely incomparable. The opponent was determined to kill him, and he could feel the determination that was almost comparable to that of other Servants.

 "Mmmm, puff! Viper! You damned bastard viper!!!"

 Crash!

 The silver-haired killer stepped on the edge of the container and jumped down with a knife in one hand.

 The explosive power brought by her high agility once again allowed her to overlap with the falling and furious Golden King. She did not give the enemy a chance to breathe. Just as King Gilgamesh said, she was now like a poisonous snake that had bitten its prey and would never let go easily until the prey was swallowed into her stomach.

Clang!

The golden battle axe blocked the advancing venomous snake fangs!

 The shaking one-handed battle axe showed that the user, who had suffered multiple close-range traumas, was no longer able to move forward.

 The up-and-down meteors fell, and the strong wind blew King Gilgamesh's furious mind a little clearer. Then he suddenly realized that he could not move in the short gap of falling, and he could not even turn his Noble Phantasms to attack the opponent because they were too close and were both in a moving state.

 And...the killer in front of him is holding the knife with one hand, but she should have another hand!

 "Hell starts here."

 A blood-red light flickered on the blade drawn from the waist by the other hand. This was the flow of terrifying mana, a special move of the Servant that required a short preparation time.

 "We are the fire, the rain, the power."

 King Gilgamesh opened his eyes wide and heard the chant that carried death.

 Miss Illyasviel did not use her Noble Phantasm to launch a sneak attack because she knew that although King Gilgamesh seemed arrogant and rude, his vigilance against Mana never dropped. If she leaked even a little bit of mana, she would not be able to successfully launch a sneak attack in the dark.

 But now it was different—they were all unable to move, and the time of falling was enough for her to complete the release of the Noble Phantasm.

 Jack the Ripper's Noble Phantasm is usually displayed as four rank D cold black knives. When all conditions are met, it will be added with the resentment of "the hatred of children who were denied everything, even the chance to sell their own flesh; the children who were abandoned back then by the 80,000 prostitutes in the London ghettos in order to maintain their own livelihood." exerting a vicious effect.

 There are three triggering conditions: the time period is night, the other party is a woman or female, and there is fog around.

 If the Noble Phantasm is used when all conditions are met, the target's internal organs will be immediately pulled out of the body, turning it into a corpse for dissection. It is a cursed Noble Phantasm.

However, it is not impossible to activate if all conditions are not met. It will just stay within the range of inflicting damage to a single enemy. However, the power will increase as each condition is met.

To defend against her Noble Phantasm, not only physical defense is needed, but also resistance to curses. She previously said that King Gilgamesh's golden armor was a tortoise shell because the curse resistance of this armor was extremely terrifying.

"Let the slaughter begin."

But now, half of his golden armor had been broken by the black knight.

"Mongrel! How dare you!"

Having realized what Miss Illyasviel was going to do, King Gilgamesh roared in anger again...

"Maria the Ripper!"

However, his anger was pointless.

A red light flashed by, and as the meteor fell to the ground, an arm was neatly cut off.

'Shouldn't Archer be allowed to make so many enemies?'

Tohsaka Tokiomi, who was hiding in the simple magic workshop, couldn't help but smile bitterly. No matter how powerful Gilgamesh was, it was still a bit difficult for him to face the attack of five Servants. Moreover, the Golden King he served was always arrogant.

"There are still two Command Seals left. Archer has the ability to act alone. If one more Command Seal is used..." Tohsaka Tokiomi struggled briefly. He used the Command Seals before because he knew the strength of King Gilgamesh. He completely suppressed the enemy and might be able to make all four Servants retire tonight.

But now the situation has changed suddenly. The elusive Caster unexpectedly got behind the Golden King due to a combination of coincidences and successfully launched a sneak attack on him, bringing a spark of hope for a reversal of the battle situation.

He could not continue to use the Command Seals; otherwise, he would truly not be able to check and balance King Gilgamesh. His reason and calculation told him that this was unwise.

In order to obtain the omnipotent wish-granting machine, he needs to retain the Command Spell as a key means.

"Haha, I'm really worried. I've forgotten the warmth of my family. Finding the root cause is dangerous. It's a gamble with little hope."

Tohsaka Tokiomi shook his head, and his struggle turned into determination in a short time.

As a magi, if you are so indecisive, how can you possibly get to the root of the problem!

The path of magecraft itself is dangerous, and the Holy Grail War is an opportunity—a chance for him to achieve his lifelong wish.

'Aren't the little Caster series of assassinations last night enough to wake you up?'

'Tohsaka Tokiomi, head of the Tohsaka family—as a magi, you only seek stability and have deviated from your original intention. Your talent is not outstanding, and you have worked hard all your life. Have you forgotten the hardships you have experienced in practicing magecraft?'

'It's really ridiculous. In order to get to the bottom of the problem, you have to gamble and keep charging forward without any scruples. If you fail, you still have descendants to inherit your legacy. Why bother to act like a woman and keep fussing?'

'You have also seen the will of those heroes. Do you think that your determination to get to the bottom of things is weaker than theirs, or that you are less aware than them?'

"In the name of the Command Seal, my respected oldest king, heal your wounds and win again. I will stake everything in my life on this Holy Grail War. You are my only hope, and I am willing to entrust everything I have to your glory as a king!"

Tonight.

The name of the Tohsaka family is on the line to determine who is the true winner of the Holy Grail War!

The stream of light fell to the ground and raised a cloud of dust, and the next moment a figure flew out from the dust.

That was the Fog Night Killer who was repelled by the sudden surge of power.

The wound on the Golden King's throat healed quickly, although his severed hand had not yet recovered.

But the pain still began to subside, and the Golden King's injuries were greatly alleviated and healed. The decision made by his subjects again at the critical moment was different from the previous icing on the cake, but it was a timely help offered by the subjects when the king needed it.

"Very good! Hahaha! Hahahahaha! Mongrel, I have seen your loyalty and awareness. You have become interesting. Now you are the subject that I recognize!"

A one-handed axe emerged from the smoke and swept across. The furious Golden King, whose injuries had mostly healed, aimed his axe at the venomous snake that was charging forward again.

Faced with such a terrifyingly agile and close enemy, arrogantly trying to obtain healing items as before would only lead to his own death.

Clang!

"Poisonous snake, hold your despicableness, and die!"

A huge force was transmitted into King Gilgamesh's arms, and his injuries had recovered. He displayed extraordinary hand-to-hand combat skills and blocked the fangs of the poisonous snake that reached in front of him in an instant.

The golden waves in the sky realigned, and the silver-haired girl, suppressed by the reversal of offense and defense, had no way to escape.

'Will I die?'

'Lost?'

'Failed again?'

Yes, this is natural. After all, she is unlucky and always fails in everything she does. So should she run away? Should she run away now?

"So what if I'm despicable! It's you who deserves to die!" Miss Illyasviel also had her own determination. She swung her weapon and attacked the misfortune. What if she lost? What if she died? Everyone in this war would die!

She had to retreat knowing she was defeated, but what would she do in the future? How would she deal with the shut-in Tohsaka Tokiomi and the peerless King Gilgamesh alone?

All the Heroic Spirits present were aware of their inevitable death, didn't she have any?

Her desire to survive, to live a happy life, and to overcome misfortune is no less than anyone else's!

"Heroes have their own beliefs, and little people... have their own persistent wishes!"

Black mana surged, and the Heart of the Lesser Holy Grail activated again to provide a boost.

The sparks of mana flew out like gorgeous fireworks, actually breaking away from King Gilgamesh's suppression and entangling him almost equally.

The Noble Phantasm fell from the sky, and Miss Illyasviel held onto King Gilgamesh tightly without even thinking about avoiding it. She knew better than anyone that once the distance between her and the Golden King increased again, both would lose the hope of winning.

"In the name of the Command Seal, Rider, add strength to Caster's victory over the dragon."

The chariot broke through the bombing barrier of the Noble Phantasms, and the purple thunder accompanied by the roar of the bull resounded through heaven and earth. It was the wheel of divine power—the tyranny of conquest.

Waver Velvet's eyes were red, his voice trembling with fear, but he put his hands on his chest and did not retreat. Infected by the Heroic Spirit's fearlessness, he used the power of the Command Seal without hesitation. He knew he was not as good as anyone present, but he also wanted to win. He also had his own persistence, to prove his beliefs to his mentor, Kenneth.

Emotions are contagious, especially in a high-pressure environment. When Miss Illyasviel brought the dawn of hope, even he tried his best to grasp and pursue that light.

"Hahaha, boy, this is the courage a man should have!"

The King of Conquerors laughed loudly and rushed to the sky with thunder bursting out of his chariot.

It collided violently head-on with the gate of the Noble Phantasm that was about to explode toward Miss Illyasviel. Under the power of the Command Seal, the might of the Chariot of Divine Might was truly revealed at this moment, and the surging thunder filled the sky as if the God of Thunder descended upon the world.

"Come! Come! Come! I see, I conquer! I am the spirit of the universe rising!"

'Keep winning, you fairy who calls yourself a murderer.'

'Let this fire burn.'

Boom!

"Damned mongrel King of Conquerors, I will make sure you die tonight without a burial place!"

The attack trajectory of the Noble Phantasm changed.

It rained down around King Gilgamesh and the silver-haired fairy, igniting a searing explosion.

Despite the heat, Gilgamesh's golden armor shielded him from significant harm, though Iskandar's interference deprived him of the chance to slay the loathsome snake before him.

"Where exactly are you looking, Mr. Ancient King?"

Clang!

 The remains of her black robe were torn to shreds by the flames, exposing festering wounds on her skin. The silver-haired fairy swung her twin blades, her injuries worsening by the second.

Burning agony, old wounds from the swordswoman's strikes, and the relentless clash with the Golden King wreaked havoc on her senses, yet she pressed on undeterred.

Her pupils had turned pitch black; her demeanor was a far cry from her once innocent, cunning self. Despite being forced back, cracks spreading across her twin blades, she fought on with fervor akin to a berserker numb to pain.

This battlefield was a realm of fantasy and chaos—a reenactment of mythical epics where every participant was both hero and madman.

Even Kenneth, a prodigy by all accounts, was left speechless by the sheer madness unfolding.

"Weren't we supposed to have just a simple magecraft exchange meeting? How did this turn into all-out war? That blasted thief Waver..."

Seated on the plush sofa in Fuyuki City's finest hotel suite, Kenneth questioned the merit of this rural magecraft ritual. The chaos left him with a sinking suspicion that these Heroic Spirits might storm the Clock Tower itself.

This thought passed quickly, replaced by a sneer.

"Hmph! What a fool, so reckless." Kenneth observed the Thunder Battlefield through Diarmuid's eyes, zeroing in on his traitorous student who had stolen his holy relic.

Though he grudgingly acknowledged the student's resolve, Kenneth had no intention of endorsing his mediocre paper or allowing its publication—those ancient scholars at the Clock Tower were far from obsolete.

"This is madness—deciding victory at the very start of the Holy Grail War? Insane! It's the strategy of a rural magi from the Far East."

The Command Seal etched into his gloved hand and flickered with power.

His fiancée beside him scowled, finding her fiancé's demeanor less tedious than usual.

"In the name of the Command Seals, assist Caster in achieving victory and bring me the enemy's head. The El-Melloi family will not suffer disgrace on this battlefield where mythic epics unfold—Lancer!"

Recalling Lancer now? Absurd. All the Servants had already appeared save for Assassin, whose presence concealment was notoriously elusive. Even his inept student Waver Velvet brazenly charged into combat alongside his Servant.

As the Clock Tower's genius magi, Kenneth had no intention of being outshone. His pride and dignity were on the line.

He understood well—no single Servant could hope to match King Gilgamesh.

With five combatants converging to strike, now was the optimal moment to expel the foe.

Withdrawing Lancer would only lead to defeat in any future duel against Gilgamesh. Better to seize the moment and take decisive action.

"As you command, my lord..." Diarmuid, battered and bloodied beside the swordswoman, flashed a confident smile upon receiving his master's orders.

Clang!

 Boom!

 His spear, guided by A+ agility, intercepted a flying Noble Phantasm amidst the chaos.

As the dust and smoke cleared, Diarmuid turned to the breathless swordswoman. The distraction provided by Illyasviel and Iskandar had afforded them a brief reprieve.

"We are the Servants of the Three Knight Classes, yet it seems the spotlight belongs to that Kitty and that king."

"...So, Lancer, what's your point?"

"That little kitten needs a proper chance. Her strength is formidable, but her weapon is holding her back, limiting the damage she can deal to Archer."

"What do you suggest?"

"Pour your full strength into clearing a path for us both."

Illyasviel had reignited their hope.

Their task was to stoke those flames further.

Mana, unrestrained! The Wind King's barrier roared to life, fending off the Noble Phantasm torrent with newfound vigor.

The swordswoman charged ahead, sword slashing fiercely.

Clash, splatter!

A golden flash streaked through the sky toward the exhausted Illyasviel.

"What's that?"

Despite the ulcerating flames, the silver-haired fairy spotted the light and leaped, using the force of her knockback to seize it mid-air.

"Go forth!"

"Take my Spear... and lead us to victory!"

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