The area adjacent to the eastern part of the seaside park was a street lined with warehouses. This area also functions as a harbor facility, separating Fuyuki City from an industrial zone further east. By nightfall, there are hardly any people here, and dim streetlights only enhance the sense of emptiness. Unmanned cranes are neatly arranged along the seaside, resembling giant dinosaur fossils, which makes people feel sowhat uneasy.
"It's a suitable place for a duel," said Shinji, who was the first to enter the warehouse street, securing a pri spot to observe the battle.
Justeaze faintly sensed the magical aura around her and made judgnts. "Soone has erected a barrier. It should be the Master of the opposing Servant. They've concealed the true battleground to separate ordinary people from the Holy Grail War."
"That's the conventional approach. Magus must adhere to the rule of not exposing their actions to the public. Only the two lunatics from the Caster group disregarded it. However, these barriers have different functions. If they have also employed reconnaissance techniques within, it could beco troubleso, just in case..."
As Shinji spoke, he adjusted his cloak, and his body beca engulfed by black mist. When the mist dissipated, the purple-haired, purple-eyed child vanished and was replaced by a handso young man with black hair and black eyes, bearing a faint resemblance to Shinji.
This was Shinji's appearance in his previous life, and perhaps it was one of the reasons why he could seamlessly enter this world without experiencing rejection from a new body.
From the shadows, a graceful figure erges silently. It was Scáthach who had hurried over upon receiving the ssage.
Scáthach, who could perceive causalities, cast a contemplative gaze at Shinji, who had altered his appearance, and murmured, "Cunee (Hades' cloak)."
Shinji received a gift from his ancestor, Perseus, over a year ago, granting him the ability to wield Perseus' Noble Phantasm.
Perseus was a renowned hero in Greek mythology and the origin of the constellation Perseus. It is said that he obtained blessings from the Olympian gods and possessed several Noble Phantasms throughout his life, one of which was a cloak borrowed from Hades, King of the Underworld.
The cloak's primary effect is disguised. By consuming magical energy, the wearer's appearance can be altered. By expending a significant amount of magical energy simultaneously, it can even achieve temporary invisibility, completely erasing sound and scent. In mythology, Perseus used this treasure to stealthily approach dusa and while she slept, decapitated her. Shinji dares to venture out and closely observe the battle between servants by relying on the magical properties of the cloak.
"They're here," Justeaze's voice interrupted Scáthach's thoughts as she looked downwards.
Saber and Irisviel walked confidently along the wide four-lane road, akin to duelists bravely accepting a challenge.
The enemy stood boldly in the middle of the road, with their distinctive attire and strong magical presence, indicating their extraordinary nature.
It was a man with well-defined features: a prominent nose, stern eyebrows, and rugged facial contour. His delicate lips gave the impression of strictness and self-restraint, while his gentle and lancholic eyes exuded a strong masculine charm. In particular, a captivating teardrop-shaped mole beneath his left eye enhanced his gaze.
His choice of weapons was eye-catching. He held a long spear of approximately two ters in his right hand and a shorter spear of about one-third of its length in his left hand.
"A rare selection of weapons," remarked the seasoned master of weaponry, Scáthach, her eyes lighting up as she focused on the dual spears.
Shinji asked, "What do you an?"
Scáthach explained that" when utilizing the length of a spear to its fullest potential in various battle situations, it is common to employ a combination of detachable short spears. By wielding one long spear and one short spear simultaneously, it serves not only as a disguise to confuse the opponent but..."
"...as a true master who wields two spears," Shinji interjected, eagerly anticipating this line.
The two spears were wrapped from the hilt to the blade in a cloth resembling charm, concealing their true appearance. Undoubtedly, this asure was taken to hide the true nas of the Noble Phantasms. Noble Phantasms were the trump cards of servants and were not revealed until the decisive mont.
"Finally, soone has arrived. Throughout the entire day, everyone who passed through this city chose to hide like turtles, but you were the only one who succumbed to my temptation—a fierce warrior," praised the Servant wielding the dual spears in a deep yet clear voice. He did not assu a combat stance, but calmly addressed Saber.
"With such a strong fighting spirit, you must be Saber, correct?"
"Indeed," Saber replied with a cold and resolute expression. "You must be Lancer."
Lancer spoke with a hint of regret, "It's disappointing that we cannot exchange nas with the opponent we are about to engage in a fight to the death. It feels confining."
Saber agreed with this sentint, and her icy expression softened slightly. "It is an unavoidable situation. We are not fighting for personal glory. I assu you have also pledged your spear for the sake of your Master."
"Exactly," Lancer didn't appear as soone about to risk their life in battle. Instead, he wore a relaxed wry smile. This slightly lancholic expression only added to his charm, elevating his appeal to won at an indescribable level. Both Irisviel, with her natural beauty, and Justeaze, with her aloofness, were captivated montarily.
"Enchanting magic?"
Two artificial beings from the Einzbern family spoke simultaneously. Justeaze seed puzzled, whereas Irisviel displayed anger.
"It's incredibly disrespectful to married won, Lancer!"
Due to special adjustnts, artificial beings from the Einzbern family possessed twice the resistance against enchantnts compared to ordinary people. This allowed them to regain their sense quickly. If it were any other woman, they might have already fallen into his spell.
In response to Irisviel's protest, Lancer can only offer a wry smile and shrug his shoulders.
"I'm truly sorry. It is an innate ability, almost like a curse, that I cannot escape from no matter what. Bla it on my birth, or perhaps bla it on your being a woman."
"Such narcissism," Shinji sneered, partly jealous and partly disdainful, as he pursed his lips. "My Sensei has much greater charm than you. Why didn't she say anything like that?"
"Quiet down," Scáthach flicked Shinji's head with her finger, her mouth slightly upturned, betraying her true feelings.
Saber snorts and stares coldly at Lancer. "You're not hoping that I'll show rcy because of your looks, are you, Lancer?"
"If that's the case, it's truly disappointing," Lancer shook his head. "So, Saber's resistance against magic as a Knight-class Servant is truly exceptional. Well then, if I were asked to kill a woman enchanted by my appearance, I could not bear sha. I'm glad that the first person I encountered has courage."
"Oh? So, do you prefer a fair and honorable duel? It is fortunate to et a Heroic Spirit who possesses the spirit of a knight," Saber replied with a smile, exaggerating her expression. It was a transparent and fierce smile that only warriors destined for death could comprehend.
"Then let's begin," Lancer lifted the long spear resting on his shoulder, twirled it in his hand, and assud a fighting stance. He raised his left hand while holding a short spear. The two spears, like wings, spread out and swung in a posture that had never been witnessed in battle.
Saber also unleashed her surging fighting spirit. The intense magical power stirred up a whirlwind-like airflow in the surroundings, enveloping the body of the petite girl.
In an instant, her entire form was clad in silver armor, and magical power transford into her armor and gauntlets. This was her true appearance and battle form.
"Saber."
Irisviel nervously swallowed a mouthful of saliva and called her na.
Influenced by the intense fighting spirit emanating from the two warriors, she keenly perceived that she had no place to interfere with this battle.
Not only Irisviel, but Shinji, Justeaze, Scáthach, and anyone else watching knew that there was no room for anyone other than the Servants to intervene in this battle.
However, Irisviel did not want to beco a bystander.
"Be careful. While I can assist you with healing magecraft, I should not get involved in anything else.".
Saber nodded before she could finish her sentence.
"I'll take care of Lancer. However, I'm concerned about his Master refusing to reveal himself. There may also be a sche at play. Stay vigilant."
The storm of the fighting spirit intensified, even affecting Shinji and his group, who were positioned at a higher vantage point.
Saber's erald eyes emitted a fearless radiance.
"Irisviel, I trust you to watch my back."
Feeling Saber's determination and trust, Irisviel's fighting spirit soared.
"Understood. Saber, bring victory."
"Yes, I will."
Saber took a firm step forward, the sound of her footplate hitting the ground mirroring her resolute gaze.
Toward Lancer, toward his twin spears.
PS: Special Skill for Scáthach in Swimwear:
Coastal Crisis: A
Depends on how much attention she "accidentally" attracts at the seaside.
Unlike a beach flower, it even draws attention far beyond re infatuation. Just by taking a stroll, Scáthach can create chaotic situations at the beach.
60 Advanced Chapter /AbsoluteCode
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