"The race has been packed with excitent right from the beginning. Leading the pack now are Rin and Gilgash's Get Money and Luvia and Karna's Sunny 10,000 Miles! It's quite surprising—who would've thought that the Archer class would be so adept at racing?"
Hearing Olga Marie's comntary, Gilgash let out his signature laugh, while Karna remained calm and composed.
"A true king is capable of anything, ahahaha!"
"I also possess Rider class compatibility. Driving a chariot is one of the basics."
To this, Rin and Luvia both snapped back in unison: "Hey, we're the ones driving!"
After speaking, the two girls locked eyes, engaging in a silent stare-off. Since their cars were neck and neck, they could hear each other.
"Hmph, let's settle this, Luvia!"
"I accept the challenge, Miss Tohsaka. Hold on tight, Karna, I'm accelerating."
"You too, Gilgash. Overtake them at the next turn!"
Both the red and blue arms gripped their steering wheels tightly, and in unison, black-stockinged and white-booted feet slamd down on the gas pedals—wait, sothing seems off here. But at the sa ti, it feels oddly right—oh well, never mind. The golden sports car Get Money and the orange off-road vehicle Sunny 10,000 Miles surged forward, pulling ahead of the rest of the group—well, not entirely.
"Another vehicle has broken away from the pack and is quickly catching up to the two leading teams—it's Waver and Iskandar's Macedonian Conqueror! Despite being the largest and heaviest vehicle in the race, Macedonian Conqueror is showing speed that rivals the sports cars. How is this even possible?"
"It's only natural; Iskandar's Riding skill is ranked A ."
Inside the car, Waver was struggling to adjust to the intense acceleration but still managed to push up his black-rimd glasses.
The Conqueror King's vehicle was a heavy-duty Humr, the only kind of car suitable for soone of Iskandar's size and build.
"I am a master of cavalry! No matter what I'm riding, I won't lose to anyone in this race! Charge forth, Macedonian Conqueror!"
"You're not the only one with a cavalry background, and you're certainly not the only one with an A Riding skill—there's also !"
A relatively inconspicuous purple figure suddenly appeared in Iskandar's line of sight.
"This is... unbelievable! Another Rider, dusa, and her Master, Matou Sakura, have caught up as well, and they're riding one of the worst-performing vehicles in the race—a grandma's bicycle!"
Olga Marie's comntary ca in at the perfect mont.
Sitting on the back seat of the bicycle, Sakura muttered softly: "Rider, are you sure you're okay? You're not tired, right? Honestly, why does my brother give everyone else such amazing vehicles, but for his family, it's just a simple bicycle and rollerblades?"
"Don't worry, Master. I don't know what your brother is thinking, but when it cos to stamina, I won't lose to anyone. By betting on the pride of the Rider class, I will achieve victory."
dusa's declaration echoed through the night sky. Contestants, spectators, and even the race comntators heard it since soone had handed dusa a microphone.
"I-Illya?"
Sakura exclaid in surprise.
"That's right, it's Illya!"
At so point, another two-wheeled bike had appeared next to dusa's. It was a pitch-black chanical beast, Irisviel's most prized creation.
Dressed in her usual black coat with a black lining, Artoria maintained a focused expression, looking every bit the knight charging through a battlefield. Compared to the four-wheeled cars, this two-wheeled motorcycle suited her taste perfectly.
"You're not the only ones with Riding skills! Let's ride, my Llamrei II!"
"And now, a new leading group has ford."
Having finally acclimated to the speed, Illya officially returned to her role as comntator.
"The new leaders consist of two Archer groups, two Rider groups, and and Saber—"
"Don't forget about us!"
A cold and haughty voice cut through the air, and a rainbow of three colors streaked across the sky, leaving Illya montarily stunned. Luckily, Olga Marie quickly picked up the comntary.
"And here they are—Lorelei Bartholoi and Altera's team! Another Saber, and another competitor with Riding skills. In a race like this, those skills are a cheat, aren't they?"
"It's not just the Riding skill; Altera also possesses unique abilities. I'll grudgingly comnd you for painting the vehicle in red, yellow, and blue—well done, my Dark Hand. But why a skateboard? Couldn't you have picked a proper vehicle, Shinji?"
Indeed, Lorelei and Altera's ride was none other than a skateboard, an enduring toy, a mode of transportation, and a competitive sport. At the mont, the lead Lord of the Clock Tower was crouched, tightly gripping her Servant's waist.
Unlike her Master's complaints, Altera seed to be in high spirits.
"Master, I enjoy the feeling of the wind rushing past. And I like the na Great King for our vehicle too."
Seeing the rare smile on Altera's face, Lorelei recalled what Shinji had told her—it had always intrigued her, this notion of a life that wasn't that of a warrior.
"Another life... Well, even if we lose... Altera, do as you wish. Go ahead and enjoy yourself."
"Thank you, Master."
Altera's smile grew even brighter, gradually resembling the one from a dreamlike mory.
About fifty ters behind them, still cloaked in her usual attire, Gray turned to her companion, Faker.
"Uh, I guess we're the only ones left now."
"Yes, it seems so," Faker, dressed like a racer from the sa team as Iskandar, nodded lightly.
"Aren't we going to catch up?"
"No. I am the shadow of the King. My goal is to ensure the King's victory. This is fine for now. We'll make our move during the final sprint."
"Yeah, let's do that."
Gray's calm response slightly surprised Faker.
"Are you really okay with this, Gray?"
"Why do you ask?"
"You've always been grateful to the King of Knights, right? Isn't it strange to be helping her rival instead of her?"
"It's fine. The King herself told to do whatever I wanted."
Gray recalled the conversation she had with Artoria after a certain battle.
Artoria had said:
"rlin told about your situation. I apologize for any harm I've caused you. It may not be my place to say this, but I want you to know that you are not , nor are you soone anyone else wants you to be. No matter what happens, you are your own person, independent and free. Live according to your own will, and do what you truly want. No one can force you—if they do, co to , and I'll deal with them. Even if I'm not around, there's always Shinji; he'll help you."
For Gray, her previous goal had been to reunite Iskandar and Waver. Now, all she wanted was to help her teacher win. It was as simple as that.
She was herself—Gray, the gravekeeper—not King Arthur.
After hearing Gray's reflection, Faker remarked: "The fad King of Knights, as expected. But as for that Matou Shinji guy—ugh, let's forget about him. He's no good. Just look at the car he gave us—not to ntion the performance, this design is mocking our height! It must be! He even nad it Lion King—what lion? It's more like a kitten!"
Faker's frustration was understandable. Their vehicle was a go-kart—decorated with a lion's head! It looked no different from a child's toy.
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