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

Chapter 44: The fangs of the yellow spear, the fall of the golden king, and the battle at the dock came to an end!

The Golden King fell from the sky, the yellow flash piercing his eyes and head.

His expression froze as he plummeted into the gray-black river like a falling meteor. The annihilating Yellow Spear shattered everything he had, rendering even the overwhelming divine punishment incomplete. A Heroic Spirit's spiritual foundation is indestructible, typically allowing them to recover from most injuries with sufficient mana. However, unless they possess special skills, even they face death if their heads are severed or their hearts pierced. This time, the cursed spear ensured the Golden King's demise.

The moonlight emerged as the golden portals of Noble Phantasms vanished from the sky.

The entire port terminal fell into an eerie quiet, illuminated by pale moonlight casting light on the devastation below—a grim reminder of the legendary epic that had just transpired.

Magical flames roared and boiled fiercely, reducing most of the docks, industrial sectors, and unloading areas to ruin. The searing high-temperature steam was deadly to anyone who dared approach.

"...."

On the coast, Miss Illyasviel, enveloped in charred magical smoke and exhausted, slumped forward, her tense nerves finally loosening.

Half her face had rotted away entirely, and the blackened remains of her outfit clung to her broken form.

Her skin looked as though scorched in a furnace, her body reduced to a ruin of burnt flesh and exposed bone. Her mangled arm hung limply, twisted beyond recognition. She felt nothing from it and lacked the strength to lift it.

Were she human, such wounds would have claimed her life long ago. Even for a Heroic Spirit, these injuries bordered on fatal. Without the blessing of various skills, she might have perished alongside King Gilgamesh.

Pain.

The excruciating pain was overwhelming.

It hurt so much that she longed to scream.

But her voice failed her—her throat scorched as if she'd swallowed molten iron.

"Did we win? Rider, did you see? We won! We did it!"

The chariot rested on the ground. Gazing at the now-peaceful sky and the heroes around him, all bearing grave injuries, tears welled in Waver Velvet's eyes.

Clenching his fists, he whispered toward the towering figure of Iskandar, the King of Conquerors, whose muscular body bore countless scars and bleeding wounds.

"Hahahaha, hahahahahaha! Boy, laugh when you win, not cry! With me here, victory in this war is only natural," Iskandar declared, yanking a spear embedded in his shoulder. His laughter rang out despite the fatigue hollowing his voice.

Were it not for his A+ rank luck, the relentless barrage would surely have claimed his life.

He had faced the full bombardment of Noble Phantasms targeting Miss Illyasviel. Even with the Command Seal's blessing fueling endless lightning, one of his bulls perished, and the Wheel of Divine Might teetered on collapse.

Though the chariot's power waned and repairing the Noble Phantasm through mana proved challenging, Iskandar dismissed the loss. The damage paled compared to the glory of their victory. The chance to fight alongside heroes, reliving legendary battles, was worth any sacrifice—even his own death.

"You boast endlessly, King of Conquerors. Without Caster's magecraft disguise and her timely intervention igniting the flames, none of us—including myself—would have stood a chance against that arrogant tyrant," remarked the swordswoman, her silver armor battered and stained with blood. Gripping her invisible blade, she exhaled deeply, her reserves of mana nearly depleted.

But when he saw Illyasviel successfully grasp the victory, he couldn't help but reveal a smile of sighing.

In this war against the Golden King, everyone is essentially indispensable.

Without Iskandar's desperate efforts to block the sky, Miss Illyasviel would have been shot to death.

Without Diarmuid dispersing firepower from the front and lending out his Noble Phantasm, it would be difficult for Miss Illyasviel to cause fatal damage to the Golden King.

Without Berserker's two consecutive defense breaks and multiple disruptions to the balance of the battlefield, it would have been difficult for Miss Illyasviel to cut off one of the Golden King's arms at the beginning and achieve the final sprint.

But without Miss Illyasviel's terrifying stealth ability, no one can get close to the Golden King. No matter what others do or how hard they try, it will all be in vain.

And without her... well, it seems like there isn't much difference between having her and not having her.

It seemed that what she did was to disperse the firepower just like Diarmuid did, and the only effective thing she did was to use her skill to open up a path for Diarmuid to deliver the spear.

"Wait? I didn't play the smallest role in this battle, right?"

The swordswoman suddenly realized this and started to doubt herself, and her hair stood up in shock!

She has the highest mana except for Illyasviel and is the strongest Saber among the three knights. It can be said that she is the strongest in this crusade in terms of individual combat.

But despite having so many advantages, her output and effect seem to be the lowest in the game.

Ah, this, she didn't notice it when they were fighting just now, but when she summarized the battle after the battle, why did she look so much like a gangster?

She just lay there the whole time, and the other four heroes each maxed out their output to lead her to victory?

"Almost all of us have been blessed with Command Seals by the Master, so you don't have to underestimate yourself, Saber. At least the release of your skill has opened up a path to victory for us." Diarmuid, who was carrying a red spear, also laughed, as if he saw the swordswoman's distress.

Everyone used Command Seals. Although it was unclear whether Berserker and Caster's Masters provided Command Seals support, it seemed that they should have given such explosive power.

Even though the swordswoman didn't have the blessing of the Command Seal, it was already very good that she could fight like this.

Hearing this, the swordswoman's expression became even more bitter: "I don't have the Command Seals, but I have the mana supply given by Caster. You don't have to comfort me, Lancer. I know my role in this war better than any of you."

Her output was no match for Illyasviel and the Black Knight, and her role was no match for Iskandar and Diarmuid, no matter how much she disbelieved it.

Her dignity and pride also forced her to acknowledge this fact.

"Oh? In other words, you are the only one, King of Knight, whose Master did not provide you with Command Seal support?"

Iskandar touched his chin and seemed a little surprised. The opponent's master still didn't go all in even after the fight had come to this point. Couldn't the other master see the overall situation?

"Maybe my Master hasn't woken up from his previous coma yet..."

The swordswoman smiled bitterly and shook her head. Even she herself did not quite believe this reason.

It's been so long, and Emiya Kiritsugu hasn't woken up? Irisviel would probably be deceived by him, after all, Emiya Kiritsugu was only in a semi-comatose state at the beginning, and even if he was still weak after resting, he could still use the Command Seal.

After hearing this explanation, Iskandar smiled generously and nodded as if he didn't quite understand it.

In fact, Iskandar has already begun to care about the swordswoman's master, because from now on, there is only one job, the Assassin, who has never appeared from beginning to end.

Only the swordswoman's camp possessed three Command Seals, and the opponent was a knight class. With such an advantage, the opponent was undoubtedly the strongest enemy.

As long as other people are smart, they should be able to see this simple truth.

"Well, come to think of it, that Caster-chan's stealth and disguise magecraft is really excellent. Even the golden king didn't realize someone had sneaked in until the moment he was injured. In this battlefield where heroes are fighting, she is worthy of being called the second best Servant in terms of hiding ability..."

Before Iskandar finished his words, there was a slight rustling sound of footsteps coming from the smoke to the side.

The sound was not hidden, and even Waver Velvet could hear it clearly.

He turned his head and saw a petite shadow in a black robe with a broken body, a bloody arm, and a tattered body. Water was dripping from her body as if she had just been in the sea. She was walking slowly towards them with a yellow spear in her other hand.

That was Miss Illyasviel who had just picked up the yellow spear from under the lake.

"Then I am very curious about who is the most outstanding one."

She casually threw the yellow spear to Diarmuid, and a hoarse voice came out from under the rag of the black robe covering her face.

"I'm going to give it back to you, big brother. Your spear is very useful. Thank you for your generosity this time."

"Hahaha, if it weren't for you, little kitty, no matter how useful my treasure is, it would just be an embellishment under the glory of the golden king. If I had met a hero like you in my lifetime, I wouldn't mind giving it to you directly. Unfortunately, this is the Holy Grail War, and my monarch might be dissatisfied if I gave it to you." Diarmuid took the yellow spear and praised it without hesitation.

Miss Illyasviel wanted to take the yellow spear for herself, but her current condition was too bad and her injuries were so severe that she couldn't even run. If Diarmuid caught up with her from behind and wanted to take back the spear, she would almost certainly die because of his A+ agility attribute.

Besides, she needs to establish her own persona, put on her suit in front of Matou Kariya and all those who want to form an alliance with her, and kick out those who are not her allies first.

If she really borrows without returning it, her character will collapse, not to mention how the swordswoman will treat her.

Simply establishing Diarmuid as a strong enemy would be disadvantageous to her.

She prefers not to have a mortal enemy with anyone. If she has a grudge, she will kill the other party completely. She will take advantage of the fight and assassinate a master from time to time. This is the most suitable and safe tactic for her.

Of course, Emiya Kiritsugu and that beautiful older sister woman with a big head and chest, no brains, and who is very familiar with her must die. She really hates these two people to the maximum. After all, they know too much information about her, which is too tricky!

"First, of course, it's Assassin. Caster, do you think that there is only one person missing from this epic re-creation of the battlefield, with only the six of us present?"

"......."

Seeing that Miss Illyasviel remained silent, Iskandar frowned slightly and spoke in a serious tone.

He was not joking but was truly fearful. With such an indiscriminate torrent of firepower bombardment from Noble Phantasms and the fog that covered most of the port dock by Miss Illyasviel, no one noticed where Assassin was. This terrifying concealment ability was definitely at the divine level.

"The King of Conquerors is right. Such a war will definitely attract the attention of others. Assassin will definitely come. However, neither you nor I, who have the intuition skill, have ever found any trace of Assassin. This already proves that he is definitely not an ordinary person."

Seeing that Miss Illyasviel remained silent, the swordswoman thought that she felt that the King of Conquerors looked down on her, and she explained to the little girl not far away with a serious look on her face.

Although no one had said it explicitly before, after this opening war.

It is estimated that any camp with a sound mind would begin to fear and be wary of this strange Assassin.

"I even suspect that the assassin summoned by the Holy Grail War this time is not the leader of the "Old Man of the Mountain" of previous generations, but the first generation of the Old Man of the Mountain or a demigod..."

She also hoped that Illyasviel would take this matter seriously, after all, they were already allies.

If the opponent's master is assassinated, causing the opponent to leave the game early.

Her original promise would never be fulfilled.

"Thank you for the reminder, big brothers and big sisters. My Master and I will definitely pay attention to Assassin and try to break this sword of Damocles as soon as possible."

Hearing Miss Illyasviel's hoarse reply, the King of Conquerors and the swordswoman nodded.

The strange situation of the assassin job has become a sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of all masters. It would be best if the other party could realize this.

"Ha, don't be so depressed, everyone. The epic war against the dragon is over. Just like the King of Conquerors said, shouldn't we cheer and rejoice? In my time, we would have held a big feast to win such a beautiful victory."

After wrapping the spell cloth around the spear body again, Diarmuid looked at him, the swordswoman, Miss Illyasviel, and Iskandar who were keeping a distance from him, and could only smile helplessly. The assassin was indeed a big problem.

His monarch did not even dare to step out of the door of the Fuyuki City Hotel because the assassin had not yet left.

But now that the epic crusade has ended, why bother talking about these unhappy things? We should be happy about our victory, this has been the truth since ancient times.

"Hoo! Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

In the distance, a black knight with cracks on his armor was staring at this side with his blood-red eyes.

Or rather, he was only staring at the swordswoman and not paying any attention to anyone else.

However, due to the fact that he had fought head-on against a divine construct, even if it was just a divine construct that was violently dropped from the sky, he also suffered serious injuries. The increased consumption of mana and the retreat order given by Matou Kariya forced him to stare at someone.

"Berserker is probably also happy about the end of this life-threatening war."

The swordswoman frowned slightly. For some reason, she always felt that the black knight seemed to have great ill will towards her, and she had a crazy urge to rush up and chop him down.

"The war is over? Hehehe, really, it's over?"

Miss Illyasviel, whose body was badly damaged, had beautiful eyes with one black and one red color.

Glancing at the various Servants present, she couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of her mouth in a bloody smile.

How interesting, so interesting.

This feeling of constantly hovering between life and death, trying to grasp survival.

It is so wonderful and fascinating.

"Hehehe, I should say that."

"This war is over, but the real war... has just begun!"