Fate in Denial c68 (Patreon)
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As the pair of Master and Servant walked towards the castle, more golems and homunculi, followed by a team of women dressed in white uniforms of Yggdmillennia, greeted them.
“You are the Ruler! Why are you supporting the Red Faction? Aren't you supposed to be an impartial judge?”
A light brown-haired girl who had spider-like legs mystic code asked the invaders. Before Blonde can say anything, the guy next to her speaks instead.
“She was until she was not. All it takes is to become her Master. When you play a game, you look for ways to break the game OR find certain loopholes, especially in war and a death game like this.” The man said with one hand in his pocket.
“...I see… thanks for telling us, but now you can die.” The other woman, who looked more like a dominatrix with a whip, frowned and commanded the troops. The girl with spider legs proceeded to move as well.
“Right. I wonder if you realised yet, but my Ruler is very powerful.”
Jeanne nearly tripped when hearing that. She looked at her Master with a pouty look.
‘Is he serious!? Telling things like that! When he can end civilisations casually!?’
The Saint internally complained to herself as she summoned her banner and proceeded to fight.
Her banner quickly sends the homunculi soldiers flying away. The moment the golem got closer, she spun her flag, and it started to glow, creating an invisible wall; the golem tried to punch, but the barrier wall blocked it.
Ren behind her hummed with satisfaction as he saw her fighting.
But at that moment, some dark magic flew towards him.
“Opsie, you nearly got me there.” He sidestepped, making the attack, which looks like a more sinister version of Gandr, pass through.
“Try again.” He motioned to the mature woman who reeks of death to try again.
“Don’t mock me, Clock Tower lapdog!” The woman with the pissed look slapped her whip at the ground.
“Oof, sadly, that one didn't hurt at all. If you try to insult, you need a better choice of words.” Once again, he sidestepped an incoming attack, this time from a girl with a spider-like mystic code.
“...You wield time. Time slowed down the moment my attack got close to you!” The girl exclaimed with an awed look; she was utterly shocked when she realised what this meant.
*Ding*Ding*Ding*
A bell rang as Ren pulled one from somewhere. It looked like he stole one from a Television show.
“Correct! That is exactly what I did!” As he said that, he threw the bell away. The bell disappeared before it hit the ground.
The magus pair witnessed that, and their looks started to turn into horror.
There were no circles, no mana. This guy did all that casually!
“...Y-You are…”
“...Sorcerer…”
The pair realised that after seeing him doing miracles. That simple bell display revealed so much that they didn't know if they should fight anymore!
Then—
“By command seal! Lancer! Come to my side!” Darnic’s voice said from behind them.
At that moment, Ren’s facial expression turned into annoyance.
He turned around and saw Count Dracula, ruffled Count Dracula, standing beside his Master.
‘Master! Lancer disappeared!’ Atalante, with an annoyed tone, contacted Ren.
‘He is here.’
‘I am coming to your side!!!’
The Huntress started to rush towards him.
“Sorcerer or not! I don't care! I spent many years on this ritual! You won't take it from me! Lancer! We must kill this man! He is our greatest enemy!”
As Darnic furiously explained, he was still holding his deformed face. That shield broke several bones.
While his Lancer nodded and was ready for combat, Ren pointed at his head and exclaimed loudly.
“I think I gave a concussion. Since you don't understand what I said to you.”
“I don't care! Everyone, as your family leader, I command all you to summon your Servants! Order them to attack. Do not hold back!”
Everyone nodded and used their command seal; at that moment, Rider of Black and Archer of Black appeared.
The pair looked confused, but their Masters quickly explained.
“Everyone attack!”
Jeanne, who dealt with all the Homunculi and Golems, looked at her Master. There was worry on her face. However, this worry was not for him but for his opponents. She was feeling pity for everyone who was opposing him.
Rider, Archer, and Lancer of Black rushed forward.
Chiron released an imbued mana arrow, Astolfo used a lance, and Vlad the Impaler used his Kazikli Bey Noble Phantasm to impale Ren from below.
“...”
“...”
“...”
The Sorcerer didn't defend himself; he didn't move. He simply stood there and took the attacks from three directions.
The three Servants simply looked at the ‘human’ with wide eyes; sweat was rolling down as they realised that it hit him, but that's it!
They hit him, but nothing happened!
Then, sounds of lightning and hooves of horses spread through the area. They heard a loud whistle.
“TROIAS TRAGOIDIA!!!”
Ren looked up and saw a green ‘comet’ slam into him. The Servants of the Black Faction swiftly recovered their Masters as they got out of the way, watching the attack.
As the smoke cleared, they saw that the Sorcerer was still standing at the exact location while the chariot, which attacked him, was in shambles.
It looked like someone had driven it into a wall. One of the horses broke into two and soon disappeared. At the same time, the rider jumped out from the chariot at the very last moment.
“...What are you made of!? Those are Divine! The Chariot that's my core Noble Phantasm!!!” Achilles was baffled by what he just saw!
“...You should be more worried about yourself.”
Ren pointed at the Rider of Red.
The Troyan Hero looked confused for a second, but a hole appeared in his chest.
“...W-What?”
Achilles looked down and saw a hole in his body; it was massive. It looked like someone had punched through him!
He then looked forward slightly and saw a smoking arrow in the ground.
“I am Master of Archer, and you were in my Servant’s sight.” Ren smiled while saying that.
“...Fuck…Your Servant has— a —Divine Construct…” The realisation came too late as the ‘Immortal’ Hero of the Trojan War was gone. He turned into particles and disappeared.
As he was gone, Ren then looked at the other three Servants.
“Shall we? Let's make it fun! Three Servants versus Three Servants!
By my command spells! I summon my Berserker! Archer and Saber! Come to me!”
He showed his right hand, full of command spells; three command spells glowed, and three beings appeared in a red flash before their Master.
“Huh? Master, you summoned me? I thought I was on watch duty.” Saber Alter said with a confused voice.
Ren snorted while saying that.
“Didnt you feel the moisture in the air? My wife is annoyed that Rider of Red ‘betrayed’ us. Well, it's more like he attacked me with a Noble Phantasm.” Ren joked as he looked at the sky. He looked in the distance even further, and he could see dark clouds gathering around a particular church.
“Ohh... My condolences that Fake Priest didn't last long.” Alter said that with a sarcastic voice as she looked away from her Master and towards the group of six, who looked back at them with multiple expressions.
The expressions range from awe to horror.
“I suppose there is no need to hide it anymore. I am Artoria Pendragon, The Fallen King of Knights.” As pale blonde Saber introduced herself, black miasma with red lightning surrounded her. Then, seconds later, the miasma was cut apart by two swords, revealing the black-armoured Fallen King of Knights.
Unlike Saber, the other two Servants on Ren’s side simply stood there. Atalante especially had an annoyed look!
She had a perfect spot for snipping around a kilometre away! Yet, her Master decided to show off! With theatrics, no less!
“Shall we? Darnic, you postponed our Servant fight with that stupid move to summon your Lancer to your side.” Ren suggested with a smirk while the Magus gnashed his teeth, looking at him.
“I won't be playing your stupid games! Enough of this!” He showed his hand, the last command spell.
“By my command spell! Lancer! Use your Noble Phantasm, Legend of Dracula!” As Darnic said that, his Servant's eyes turned bloodshot as he turned around and looked at his Master.
“Darnic! What are you saying? I will never—never—never…”
Black miasma started to surround Count Dracula as he began to transform.
The Lancer’s Master, who grinned seeing this, was about to sick his vampire Servant on the enemies of everyone he could.
But at that moment, a clawed hand stabbed him casually, killing him on the spot. His Servant betrayed Darnic, killing him. The Magus forgot his promises to his Servant. Vlad specifically told him not to use this Noble Phantasm; for this betrayal, he was killed on the spot.
“Ugh…Magus stupidity, thankfully, my Master is not as stupid as this idiot.” Saber Alter sighed, seeing this.
“Master! We can't just stand there! That's a Vampire!” Jeanne rushed over. She was watching from a distance the whole thing. The moment she saw Count Dracula, it was time to do something.
“Yeah, Yeah, We know that, little Sainty~” Artoria rolled her eyes as she blasted towards the Vampire with her Mana Burst.
~~~~~~Few Minutes Ago~~~~~~
Morgan watched closely what kind of chaos her husband would do.
She decided to let him do whatever he wanted while she held the fort.
But then, she saw Rider of Red use his most powerful Noble Phantasm, empowered by a Command Spell, to slam into her husband.
Her eyes trembled; it wasn't from the fact that the attack could damage him.
But the fact that Rider used it like this. It reminded Morgan of betrayal.
And betrayal and her don't get along at all!
“...the Red Faction controlled by that priest is acting…naughty…”
“...Our Grace, what are your orders?” Melusine asked her Queen as she saw this as well.
“Can you hear that buzz?”
“...Hmm?”
“I can hear a mosquito. Do you know what we do with mosquitos?”
“...”
“We crush them. Don't worry. You will find out how these bugs can be dreadful. I have been practising some specific magic to deal with them.” Morgan proceeded to speak some gibberish, which confused the Dragon girl. Does she mean the bug or the priest or something else?
“...Umm…and what about the Priest? Umm, I am confused!”
“...Don’t be; we simply crush them all.” The witch said in a plain voice as her mana surged.
‘Water Mirror? No—wait! It is? But something is different…’ Melusine looked around; she saw mana gathering quite a distance away. She is picking it above the church where Mordred and Mordred’s Master meet that Priest.
As the Dragon Girl senses this, the area around the church gets much moister, as if it were a time for rain or fog. Black clouds start to gather, and it looks like it is about to rain, but then ripples of greenish-blue energy begin to condense above the church.
Then—
The clouds opened up, and a pillar of light slammed into the ground. It wasn't lightning or fire or something like that; it was like a beam of weight itself crashing down like the high heel of a shoe crushing a bug under its foot.
When Melusine saw this on the lake’s water, she could only sweat. Her Queen was serious about ‘crushing’. She did that with magecraft mixed with actual mystery. Just how much she hates those bugs?
“...pity… that Assassin saved his skin.” Morgan brushed her hair without care.
“At least we took out his batteries.” Melusine looked at the bright side.
“...Hmmm…I guess.” The Witch didn't care in the slightest.
What she cares about is reminding the Fake Priest about backstabbing like this.
“What now?”
As the haired girl asked her Queen, they noticed something rising not far from Trifas.
A massive floating fortress.
“...We crush the bug in person.”
Morgan looked at the floating fortress with annoyance; if she didn't have a castle now, no one would! Especially a wannabe Witch!
She slowly stood up from her throne, changing her clothes to robes with a burst of greenish-blue light. Her black and blue spear manifested in her hand.
“Let's go. This disrespect is enough for me.”
“Y-Yes!”