Fate: Hero of Justice Takeover

Indeed.

Waver thought to himself.

He should have known.

The person's position as a lecturer at Clock Tower, even after the cloak of Iskandar was stolen, made it clear that he could obtain other Servants' Holy Relics. This would naturally make that man an enemy to Waver, appearing in Fuyuki City before him.

The Lord of the Department of Mineralogy at the Clock Tower, one of the Twelve Lords, Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald.

The cold, pale face of the aristocratic magus, his eyes full of contempt and pity—recalling that arrogant teacher made a blend of hatred and fear wrap around Waver's heart.

"It's regrettable, truly regrettable. I really wish that my dear student could have lived happily. Waver, someone like you, a mediocre talent, should have lived a mundane, peaceful life."

The voice, blurred by illusion, came from an unknown source. But for Waver, it was clear. It reminded him of the times when he stood in the classroom, receiving ridicule and contempt from everyone—his classmates, teachers, everyone around him.

Waver wanted to retort with some clever words. After all, he had already succeeded in making the heroic spirit Iskandar his Servant. This was his revenge for the humiliation he had suffered at Clock Tower, wasn't it?

That's right. They were no longer mentor and student; now that man was truly an enemy. Waver could hate him as much as he wanted and even kill him with impunity.

But—

It was the same for the other side.

"Really, Waver, you leave me no choice."

The voice continued.

"I will especially give you an extracurricular lesson. I'll teach you the true meaning of magi killing each other—the terror and pain of it all. You should feel honoured."

The cold, deliberate tone carried a deadly intent, making the young boy shudder uncontrollably.

The true essence of magi was to see through death… Waver had always known this principle in theory, but now he truly experienced it. The gaze coming from the man felt like the terrifying, ruthless intent to kill. Waver never imagined that a magi's murderous intent could be so resolute, like a "declaration of death."

If things continued like this, this rookie would surely be overwhelmed by such unwavering killing intent.

But then, a strong, warm embrace wrapped around Waver's trembling shoulders.

"Hey, magus, looks like you want to replace this boy as my Master, huh?"

Rider asked, his grin mischievous and filled with sympathy as he looked at the unseen Lancer's Master.

"If that's really the case, it's laughable. The person who can become my Master must be a warrior who can ride with me on the battlefield. Someone like you, too scared to even show yourself, is not qualified!"

After a brief silence, the anger of the invisible person spread throughout the night. Rider burst into laughter, shouting into the void.

"Hey! There must be other people hiding in the darkness, watching, right? You must not be the only one attracted by the clear sound of spears and swords!"

The red-haired giant pounded his chest, making a thunderous, battle-drum-like sound, and his roar was even more intense.

"Now! All Servants summoned by the Holy Grail, gather here. If there's any coward who still doesn't dare to show up, they'll be looked down upon by Conqueror King, Iskandar!"

This night, this very moment, it didn't matter about good or evil, conspiracy or calculation, or even the original reasons and order of things.

The king who once conquered the world shouted to the heroic spirits who descended with him.

"Do you still have the heart and courage of a hero? Do you have the guts to accept the invitation of Conqueror King and stand before my iron hooves!"

The golden-haired, blue-eyed knight gripped his sword, her beauty unparalleled.

The knight of Fianna, with a tear-shaped mole at the corner of his eye, held his spear, his smile intoxicating.

The young man inheriting the power of a guardian lifted his gaze, fire burning in his eyes.

They stood before the Conqueror King.

The assassin lurking in the shadows sneered, unaware of the black-armoured knight standing behind.

The moon-like divine child stood in the sky, her gaze cold and calm.

Not all heroic spirits had blood that boiled for battle. Like the progress of human civilization, beyond forging ahead, there were also schemes and contributions hidden beneath the light.

But aside from them, there was indeed one heroic spirit who would never refuse such a provocation.

A golden light began to shine, announcing his presence to all.

That light finally descended onto a streetlamp about ten meters above the ground, transforming into a figure dressed in brilliant armour. Upon seeing his dazzling, radiant appearance, the Masters couldn't help but gasp. Kiritsugu Emiya even pointed his gun at him, his vigilance obvious.

"That person is..."

Though they had only seen him for a brief moment, the presence of that person was so strong that it was impossible to mistake him.

The one standing proudly on the streetlamp was the mysterious Servant who had shown overwhelming destructive power the previous night, crushing the Assassin who infiltrated the Tohsaka household to death.

With the help of the Masters' abilities, Waver and the others quickly identified him—Archer.

"Never expected that two shameless people would emerge in one night, ignoring my existence and calling themselves kings."

The golden-haired heroic spirit spoke his first words with a cold sneer, disdainfully eyeing the three Servants confronting each other below. His arrogant attitude and tone were similar to the Conqueror King, but even colder and more ruthless.

Rider seemed a little caught off guard, not expecting someone even more aggressive than himself. He scratched his chin in confusion.

"This is really troublesome… I, Iskandar, am the well-known Conqueror King."

"Foolish mortal. In heaven and on earth, only I, the true king and hero, exist. Everyone else is just a group of rabble."

After declaring this in a completely self-evident tone, the golden heroic spirit lost interest in Rider and shifted his gaze. His blood-red vertical pupils locked onto the young man in loose robes standing alone amidst the others.

Instantly, a killing intent so strong that even Tokiomi Tohsaka, who was bound to Archer, was stunned.

"I believe I told you, I would not let you escape, didn't I?"

Golden ripples spread from the void, and the shining, sharp weapons revealed themselves, pointed at the young man's brow, throat, limbs, and heart.

Without any extra words, Archer waved his hand, and his weapons rained down like a torrential storm.

"Die, mongrel!"

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