I'm Not A Master, I'm A Director (Creating Fate Movie In Nasuverse)

As everyone knows, after a big battle, there must be a romantic scene.

Err, I mean, after a big battle, there must be a lyrical one.

After an intense and thrilling scene, there would inevitably be a relatively soothing plot development.

Not only does it relax the audience's tense mood, but it also allows certain organs of certain people to relax a bit.

For example, the prostate and the bladder.

Of course, Fate/Zero has only been screening for about 40 minutes from the opening until now. For the vast majority of viewers who emptied their bodies before watching the movie, there wasn't such a strong physiological demand yet.

So instead of going to the bathroom, the audience preferred to communicate their feelings with the people around them.

Excluding the movie critics who had already decided to maliciously criticize, most of the audience had extremely high praise for Fate/Zero.

The thrilling fight scenes and the intellectual battles between the Masters made the Fourth Holy Grail War appear more like a war rather than a bunch of high schoolers meeting up for a fight after school.

There are still shortcomings, namely, the fight scenes aren't satisfying enough.

It's not that the fight scenes aren't good, but rather that they're not long enough.

During the battle at the docks, every crucial moment of the fight always gets interrupted by various circumstances.

When Lancer wounded Saber's left hand and should have pursued to widen the battle's outcome, Rider's forceful entry interrupted the fight.

Just as the battle between Archer and Berserker was getting intense, Tohsaka Tokiomi forcibly intervened with a Command Seal.

Later, when Lancer and Berserker besieged Saber and King Arthur was in great danger, just as the plot reached its climax, Rider interrupted once again by ramming Berserker with a cart.

It's like when a girl hugs and kisses you, but just as you're about to finish, she pushes you away and says, "The cabinet moved, I don't want to play anymore."

This kind of neither-here-nor-there, unsatisfying approach makes the audience feel uncomfortable, like being scratched by a cat.

"Why can't they just have a proper fight and let us enjoy it?!" Aoko complained, tapping the armrest.

Next to her, Alice took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

'Relax, Alice, relax. You can't lose your cool out here; there are too many magus nearby, it would be too embarrassing.'

Whether it's physical or magical, Alice believed that if she dared to make a move on Aoko, word would spread within the magus community in no time.

Although Alice didn't care much about others' opinions of her, she still had to maintain the reputation of the Mugenji family to some extent.

Fortunately, Aoko's outburst didn't last long; she quickly became distracted by something else.

"King Arthur looks like Jeanne d'Arc?"

Watching Gilles de Rais having a fit on the screen, Aoko couldn't help but tilt her head.

"In terms of historical timelines, shouldn't it be said that Jeanne d'Arc looks like King Arthur?"

"Is the director making a joke?"

Ever since the plot of FSN wasn't widely known, some people had speculated that Saber's true name was Jeanne d'Arc.

Now that someone mistook Arturia for Joan, many viewers thought the director did it intentionally.

"I don't think so," Alice speculated. "Sir Matou is very meticulous and rigorous. Since he has invited the Heroic Spirits to play themselves, he wouldn't randomly deviate from the established setting."

"Are you saying Arturia really looks a lot like Jeanne d'Arc? That's impossible! Resemblances don't work like that."

Aoko clearly didn't believe such a thing.

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"Why not?"

Inside the Type-Moon Cinema, Shinji countered Aoko's disbelief in Arturia.

"With a face as perfect as yours, which has been divinely blessed, wouldn't the gods want to make more faces like yours? How could they bear not to?"

"Don't mention a French girl, Roman girl, Japanese girl, Indian girl— even if there are extraterrestrial girls who look just like you, I wouldn't be surprised," Shinji retorted.

"Master, please stop!" Arturia quickly interjected. "The thought of so many faces identical to mine is terrifying."

'Terrifying my foot. Clearly, you could still have spare faces even if you were the only one in the Holy Grail War.'

Shinji resisted the urge to retort sarcastically and simply replied calmly, "Even if we don't consider the distant ones, don't all the women in your family look just like you?"

"Master! Please, stop!!" Arturia admonished in a stern tone.

'I see now. I understand why she's so averse to people who look like her.'

Seeing Arturia's firm stance, Shinji decided to refrain from teasing her for the time being. After all, there was plenty of time ahead. He could summon other Arturias in the future.

In Shinji's mind, he could be a Master for multiple Servants. It wouldn't make sense if there weren't multiple Arturias assisting him.

'When the time comes, I'll bundle them up into a group and throw them out there. Let's see whose popularity reigns supreme. Imagining fans fighting over the same face is quite amusing.'

Shinji was heartless in planning for the future.

Not all viewers were concerned about whether Arturia looked like Jeanne d'Arc or not. Young magus like Shibamatsu focused more on the battle between Kayneth and Kiritsugu.

Compared to the Heroic Spirit battles, magus battles seemed more useful to them.

Since the screening of FSN, magus knew that Shinji Matou had an extraordinary understanding of magic theory (which he didn't).

Even in the current declining magical environment, he could still deduce the manifestation of advanced magic (which he couldn't).

Therefore, most magus were looking forward to Shinji Matou's extraordinary performance in magic this time.

And then they exploded.

In various senses, they exploded.

"What— What is this?"

The exciting battle between magus they anticipated didn't happen. The straightforward and brutal combat style of Kiritsugu Emiya left Shibamatsu and others stunned.

Initially, when Kayneth introduced the number of barriers he had set up in the hotel and even explained how he had altered the interior space to prevent enemy intrusion, Shibamatsu thought there would be a fierce battle.

In his imagination, Kiritsugu Emiya should have painstakingly infiltrated Kayneth's stronghold, dismantling obstacles encountered along the way through various means, and finally engaging in a one-on-one showdown with Kayneth.

But Kiritsugu's actions were so straightforward and brutal that Shibamatsu's brain almost shut down.

Since your stronghold's defense is as solid as an iron bucket, then I'll just tear down the entire building along with everyone inside.

Seeing Kiritsugu attempt to blow up the hotel building to eliminate Kayneth, all the magus watching the movie were at a loss.

Isn't this too unsportsmanlike?!

It's like watching a spy movie where everyone expects to see the spy show off various high-tech gadgets.

Instead, it turned out to be a Russian spy movie, where they just charge at the enemy shouting "Ura!" from a tank.

If it weren't for Kayneth using the "Volumen Hydrargyrum" to protect everyone on his side, the magus' hearts would probably have exploded.

However, before everyone could calm down for a few minutes, Kayneth invaded Einzbern Castle, only to be shot down by Kiritsugu Emiya once again, which left the magus feeling incredulous.

"Is— Is it that simple?"

Shibamatsu looked incredulously at the screen, his expression becoming extremely ugly.

This episode, which Alice found to have educational significance, left her satisfied and admiringly nodded, saying, "It's educational, isn't it?"

"Educational?"

"Yes, many magus learn magic but have no idea about its true nature, always thinking about winning or losing fights. Sir Matou is using this plot to warn those magus of a simple truth — no matter how good your magic is, it's no match for a bullet."

Alice didn't explicitly say it, but her gaze fixed on Aoko indicated whom she referred to as "magus who have no idea about the true nature of magic."

"I never underestimated the situation, did I?"

"Then who's always thinking about one-on-one battles with Heroic Spirits?"

"Heroic Spirits don't use modern weapons. We're just sparring," Aoko complained.

"But aren't the attack speeds of Heroic Spirits almost on par with bullets?"

"But Heroic Spirits always fight one-on-one," Aoko argued, "except for Hassan, is there any Heroic Spirit who engages in group fights?"

Then, Aoko was proven wrong.

"Assassin, don't say I didn't warn you."

On the screen, Rider, sitting cross-legged on the ground, maintained his calm tone, but even across dimensions, the audience could sense the change in his aura.

At this moment, he was no longer the simple-minded giant who liked third-rate video game peripherals, but the foremost military commander in Western history, the monarch who established the second-largest empire spanning the continents of Asia, Europe, and Africa — Alexander the Great!

"I said, 'This wine is your blood,' didn't I?"

Iskandar slowly stood up.

"Since you spilled it carelessly on the ground, then I shall..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a whirlwind swept up everyone present.

"Saber, and Archer, the final question of this banquet — Is a king solitary?"

Standing at the center of the tempest, clad once again in battle attire, Iskandar asked.

Gilgamesh sneered, seeming disdainful of answering such a question.

Arturia didn't hesitate to answer the question. She replied with calm but firm conviction.

"A king... naturally, is solitary."

This answer prompted Iskandar to burst into laughter.

"No, that won't do. That's equivalent to not answering, isn't it? Today, let me teach you all what it truly means to be a king!"

The scene changed, and what the onlookers saw was no longer the courtyard of a castle, but an endless desert.

Under the scorching sun, the boundless expanse of the azure sky, stretching to the horizon blurred by sand, and— an endless army!!

"Behold, my unparalleled army!"

With pride and pride, the King of Conquerors stood before the cavalry, arms raised high in a triumphant shout.

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