The Ultimate Lich King of the Multiverse

The reason Yoru was so cautious in this Holy Grail War wasn't because his Servant was weaker than the others.

Quite the opposite, in fact—Flandre's stats were excellent, easily rivaling or even surpassing most recorded Sabers and Berserkers from the past. While Berserkers were known for their raw power, their main drawback was losing their sanity. But Flandre wasn't like that. Her mind was completely clear, and her ability to analyze the battlefield was on par with Yoru himself.

Of course, from her earlier actions, Yoru had also clearly seen the madness that came with her Berserker class—but fortunately, that madness hadn't reached a point of losing control.

If anything, that madness only served to enhance her combat effectiveness—a good thing, really.

As he watched Flandre pressure Caster with overwhelming force, Yoru once again recalled her stats.

Class: Berserker

Master: Yoru

True Name: Flandre Scarlet

Alignment: Chaotic-Evil

Parameters:

Strength: B

Endurance: B

Agility: A++

Mana: A

Luck: S

Noble Phantasm: EX

Skills:

Calm Madness: A deranged exterior conceals a calculating mind, greatly enhancing combat capabilities.

Divinity: Though a cursed vampire, she possesses a faint trace of divinity.

Vampirism: Restores energy and vitality through blood absorption. The recovery scales with the victim's strength.

Mad Enhancement: A standard Berserker skill—effects unknown.

Noble Phantasms:

Eye of Destruction

Rank: A

Type: Anti-Unit

Range: Line of sight

Target Limit: Line of sight

Effect: The power to twist reality, annihilating all that appears in her vision.

Calamity Staff: Valentin

Rank: A

Type: Anti-World

Range: 1–99

Target Limit: 1,000 people

Effect: Summons a world-ending disaster, heralding the twilight of the gods.

Flame Demon Sword: Valentin

Rank: EX

Type: Anti-World

Range: 1–99

Target Limit: 1,000 people

Effect: A sword of destruction that unleashes apocalyptic flames, burning everything to ash.

The name Valentin wasn't unfamiliar to Yoru, given his knowledge of mythologies. It referred to a legendary weapon from Norse mythology—originally a holy sword symbolizing hope, yet by the end of Ragnarök, it had become the embodiment of despair, burning the world to cinders before vanishing.

But… why would Valentin summon Flandre Scarlet?

Her name didn't appear anywhere in Norse legends.

That part still puzzled Yoru. Perhaps Flandre wasn't from this world at all—an alternate Heroic Spirit?

Maybe in another world, a demonic sword named Valentin was indeed her personal weapon.

Earlier, Flandre had used her first Noble Phantasm—Eye of Destruction. To Yoru, its ability seemed outright absurd—completely illogical.

Thankfully, it was heavily restricted. If it truly functioned as the description implied, Caster would've been crushed instantly.

Even so, even weakened, it remained an incredibly powerful A-rank Noble Phantasm.

"He dodged it… but next time, he won't be so lucky~"

Flandre said with an innocent, childlike grin as she raised her hand again, addressing Ryunosuke and Caster.

Caster's eyes widened in terror. This time, he couldn't dodge. His entire left shoulder was torn clean off—blood spraying through the air.

It wasn't that Caster didn't want to move. He simply couldn't.

At first, it felt like the girl was just toying with him. But the moment Flandre truly locked on to him, he realized he could do nothing.

Something essential within him had been taken by this tiny girl. All she had to do… was squeeze.

The term "eye" in Eye of Destruction didn't refer to vision—but rather the core of an object, its internal "eye." Everything in the world has a "center"—and once that center is crushed, the entire thing collapses.

Flandre's Noble Phantasm allowed her to isolate this core and draw it into her palm. Then… she simply crushed it.

It sounded like a cheat skill. But in reality, it had limitations.

Even if she grasped the core, destroying it depended on her own strength. If her stats weren't high enough, she couldn't break it.

Flandre's Strength stat was B—not the highest. But against Caster, who only had D in Strength and E in Endurance, it was overwhelming.

Ripping apart someone as fragile as Caster was effortless. However, this ability would be less effective against Servants like Saber or Rider, whose Strength and Endurance were equal to—or higher than—hers.

Additionally, defensive Noble Phantasms could negate or interfere with her technique.

Against Servants, Flandre's power wasn't invincible.

But against Masters? It was practically unblockable.

She could kill any Master instantly and silently—no warning, no defense.

Especially someone like Rider, who always charged into battle alongside his Master… though Yoru had no intention of using such underhanded tactics.

He desired victory, yes—but he had his own code.

And that code demanded that Caster must die—because he had crossed a line.

"All right, that's enough. Don't toy with him anymore. End it, Flandre."

"As you command… my Master."

Flandre grinned savagely. After tearing off Caster's other shoulder, she twirled gracefully and spread her arms.

A wave of heat swept through the darkness. A short, ominous staff appeared in her palm.

The Calamity Staff—Valentin.

This forbidden weapon, said to have ushered in Ragnarök, now revealed its true, terrifying form in Flandre's hands—for the first time, in its complete manifestation.

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