Fate\/World Novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127: Chapter 127

A film of space constantly dividing in on itself, each division overlaid with imaginary space. That was the essence of my absolute defense. After facing dea, I even incorporated Divine Mysteries into it, using magecraft that enacted a fraction of a deity’s authority upon reality, moulding the very texture of our world.

No magus of the modern age could breach sothing like that. No weapon was capable of covering the nigh-infinite distance contained within that film, stretching like an entire world between myself and all around .

At least, that should have been the case.

My defense had logic. A blasted logic entirely removed science, but a logic still.

Gae Bolg re-wrote that, being pierced through the heart was a forgone conclusion.

That cursed spear was given to Cu Chulainn by his teacher, and human hands had fashioned it.

That didn’t sit right with

at all. Nothing was supposed to co this close to killing

so instantly. I charged into the maws of death, knowing that they could not have

without a struggle. Against that damned weapon, there had been no struggle nor fight, just brutality.

"Comparing yourself with a renowned hero of legend like that is surely the height of deluded stupidity. May the Lord guide you, and deliver you from these thoughts one would usually need copious amounts of drugs to entertain."

Caren knocked the back of her palm against my arm, letting her head hang slightly as she inched closer under my umbrella. A normal person might do that to avoid the cold rain gently tapping against the asphalt but Caren probably enjoyed that sort of thing. She was clearly pleased when a sudden chill wind made

shiver earlier.

"I know magus are ant to be the anti-thesis of conventional ’sense’ but still..." She let her words hang for a bit. "That’s no excuse for being this irrational. No, because you’re a magus, you should approach this with a clearer head."

I gripped the lukewarm handle of my umbrella, dragging my gaze across the curve ahead in silence. Briefly, I caught a glimpse of the Sun’s shadow behind the tasteless clouds that had rolled in so ti last night.

I went straight to to bed, deciding that there was no need for

to be there for whatever discussion Rin wanted to have with Sakura over at Shirou’s. A good night’s sleep had certainly... put things into perspective.

"You fought soone from the heretical Age of Gods, and lived."

"Survived." I corrected.

She shrugged. "No difference."

"All the difference, there’s no point to just making it out. He one-shot

and now I can’t even get him back for it."

It was an embarrassing truth. I was proud of Nobunaga for her actions, but they left

with a certain distaste. I should have been able to get up faster.

"You lived."

"Shouldn’t ha-"

Before I ever even finished my words, Caren pursed her lips and punched my shoulder like a petulant child. I rubbed the un-affected place where she hit .

"You didn’t hold back at all. I was joking!"

"Hmph!"

She huffed and looked away.

"Soday, I’ll summon that shite myself just to kick his bloody teeth in. Better yet, I’ll find a way to go to the past, and steal his teacher."

"That’s absurd."

"I’m doing it. Besides, I heard Scathach is supposed to be super hot."

"...Manslut."

Damn.

"You need to hold back more."

"Hm." She turned her head away again.

I couldn’t help a chuckle, "Are you going for a tsundere act now?"

Caren was weirdly supportive these days. She hadn’t even done anything perverted last night when I ca back, just readied dinner and a change of clothes.

The priest girl opened one eye to glance at . "Is it working?"

"Nope. Mostly cause I know you’re as rotten with your words as I am... Actually, no, I’m still trying to catch up to you." I laughed, ssing up her hairdo with my free hand. Suddenly, she grabbed that hand.

"You not dying is good enough."

"Fine~"

There and then, I uttered a quiet prayer for whoever decided that throwing hands with myself was a good idea since I was no longer keen on holding back for a fun ti. At the sa ti, I decided I needed to improve my defense.

My love for magecraft would never blossom if I didn’t live long enough for it. Mystery was vast and spread across the world. To attain it all, longevity was a must.

"Now if only there were a convenient thod for immortality sowhere around here."

Caren’s eyes widened a bit, "I think you may have taken my words a bit too seriously. Oh Lord, forgive

for my lack of caution."

"Nevermind that, we’re almost there."

The Fuyuki Church ca into view the mont I rounded the winding road leading up to the hill it was built atop. The recent rain had washed away even the smidges of dirt, and now the pristine white structure seed to shimr. Condensation gathered on the windows, and I saw dark shadows flicker within.

As though its proprietor was expecting , the gates to the compound were left open. The mont we walked through them, the air shifted. It still carried the scent of wet earth and wildflowers, but now there was a foul taste on my tongue. Like with the Matou household, boundaries held great significance to the practice of magecraft.

The ’vile’ air spoke much about Kirei Kotomine.

I rubbed my nose, "I see it. He’s your father. This makes sense."

"I would appreciate it if you spoke of

as what I am."

"That’s exactly what I’m doing though."

"Please, I’m an angel."

Huh... wasn’t that what I’d said-... Ohh, I was rubbing off on her. That was nice.

"I would like to live in this place." She looked around.

I snickered. "That’s expected."

Shaking my head, I pushed open the double doors and walked inside. The disgust welling up in my heart ramped up when I laid eyes on the inside, even though nothing had changed. As before Kirei stood at the forefront, one hand behind his back, another carrying an open Bible. His dark eyes studied

for a mont before passing to the white-haired girl beside .

I expected... sothing. Annoyance. Elation. At least, surprise. He... just didn’t care at all. He looked at her as though she were a stranger. When she beca uncertain and gripped my sleeve, I saw amusent flicker through his gaze.

"Hello, father." She whispered.

...There was so well-veiled resentnt in there.

"Hm."

His lacking response made her even more uncertain. In turn, I noted even more amusent in his deanour. He was... enjoying her inner conflict.

"You don’t care at all?" I spoke out finally. "Co on man, after I even went out of my way to bring her here."

"Apologies for the trouble then. I do not know her."

"And I don’t know him." Caren bit out, "But I’d like to be there when you inevitably break every bone in his body."

He reeled faintly at that, closing the book in his hands shut. "How may I help you, my son?"

"You couldn’t have told

that you gave Bazett permission to co after ?"

"Ah, I am a neutral-"

The quiet Church suddenly began flashing red, strong gusts of wind hamred against the windows and kicked up dust.

"-party. I trust she failed if you are here?"

"You knew already. Don’t fuck with , mate. Where’s she at?"

His lips parted, but no words ca out. The air above him rippled, then turned to gold. An engraved sword shot out, aid right for my head. An inch away from my face, the sword froze, hanging idly. No, it was still moving, but the distance had beco too vast for it to strike .

"Presumptuous to ignore this King for your petty trifle, mongrel." The annoying voice ca from one of the pews behind us.

When I glanced over, King Gilgash of Uruk sat there, one arm sprawled over the headrest. He held a bejeweled goblet in the other hand, filled to the brim with a blood-red wine that matched his eyes.

For a mont, I was silent.

Then,

"Sorry, I genuinely didn’t notice you there."

Sohow, my heartfelt apology insulted . Of course, I had a massive grin on my face as I voiced it, but the apology was still a true one. He really was bratty. A King was supposed to be magnanimous and all that.

"How dare you-"

"Oh co off it, you drama queen. Stop acting like the world revolves around you."

"It does." He flicked his wrist, half a dozen more swords shot my way. As before, they all froze, farther this ti. "An interesting trick."

I tapped a finger against my head, "Have you gone senile, you old bat? I told you it revolves around

now. You’re a relic of the past. Shut up before I actually make a display out of you."

To my unrestrained insult, King Gilgash narrowed his gaze. His eyes shimred.

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