Shinji Matou at Your Service-Chapter 913 - : I Want to See You, Shishou!

"—If you want to blame someone, blame your foolishness!"

As he spoke, Lancer's offensive intensified further. It had surpassed the level of a raging storm—now it was like flashes of light.

Red flashes, pure speed—within a moment, without even the need for a blink, Rider's scythe was deflected, and the spear aimed directly at Rider's throat.

The scythe couldn't keep up with the speed of the magical spear, and without armor, Rider seemed to have no chance but death.

However, reality was not so.

The red light that aimed for a vital point was blocked by another silver flash.

A silver, petite weapon—it looked like a short sword yet also like a spike. The end of the spike was linked to a long chain made of the same material.

Now, the chain was reversing along the crimson spear, which had been blocked by the spike, and was wrapping around Lancer's arm.

"An unusual weapon, indeed."

Lancer evaluated Rider's new weapon as he withdrew his spear from the chain's entanglement.

Rider, maintaining her usual silence, connected one end of the chain to the scythe.

This wasn't merely a fixed connection but a transformation of the weapon's shape.

The long handle of the scythe shortened slightly, and both the curve and the length of the blade changed. If the previous scythe resembled a crescent moon, the new one was closer to the gigantic scythe wielded by the legendary Grim Reaper.

The most noticeable change was the weapon's color: the dark handle, silver blade, and chain all turned deep purple—the same color as Rider's hair and her magical power.

Though much had been described, only a brief moment had passed. Lancer had just finished speaking when Rider completed assembling the weapon.

"You don't think this will be enough to defeat me, do you?"

Lancer's attitude didn't change in the face of the newly formed chained scythe. For someone of his caliber, unless the weapon was of the same rank, no ordinary weapon transformation would have any real impact.

"In honor of your new weapon, I'll give you one last chance. Get on your horse, or—"

Before Lancer could finish his sentence, Rider pointed the scythe at Lancer's face, making her stance clear.

"Tsk, I thought you were a sensible one. Seems I was wrong—then die, Rider!"

As if he had lost interest in Rider, Lancer unleashed an unprecedented bloodlust.

Rider, seemingly provoked, adjusted her eyepatch.

The already deadly speed of Lancer's magical spear increased even further.

The newly born chained scythe also began to emit an eerie purple glow.

The mutual probing was over. What followed would be the decisive moment between the two servants.

No, it wasn't just about victory or defeat—it might even be life or death.

Just before the magical spear and the scythe clashed again, Lancer's bloodlust suddenly vanished, and Rider's movements came to a halt at the same time.

"Who's there?!"

Startled by a sudden shout, there was a sound of shuffling footsteps from the corner, and a figure in a brownish-yellow school uniform could be vaguely seen.

Was it a student from this high school?

Lancer recalled seeing similar uniforms when he and his Master were scouting the area earlier that evening.

But that didn't matter to him. The first rule of the Holy Grail War was secrecy. If a bystander witnessed them, they had to be dealt with.

For Lancer, the best way to handle it was to kill them. Although it was partly his fault for being too engrossed in the battle and not paying attention to his surroundings, since his opponent was also a servant, he couldn't afford to hold back.

With a powerful stomp on the ground, the blue Lancer burst forward at maximum speed, so fast that even Rider was shocked.

At that speed, a distance of dozens of meters was crossed in an instant.

With beast-like instincts, Lancer located the peeping student in the school's sports field.

The student was trembling behind a stack of boxes, perhaps thinking that hiding there would save him.

But that was far too naive. Such poor concealment wouldn't fool even a regular soldier, let alone a combat expert like Lancer.

"The game of hide and seek is over."

Carrying his spear, Lancer took a few seconds to circle behind the stack of boxes.

"Did you think you could escape by hiding like this?"

The student's face turned pale in an instant. His wide eyes reflected immense terror. He trembled, trying to say something, but no words came out.

Seeing this, Lancer lost interest in toying with him.

"You should know better than anyone that you can't escape, right? What's there to be embarrassed about? The defeated often gain wisdom; it's nothing to be ashamed of."

With a swift motion, Lancer raised his spear and, without hesitation or emotion, thrust it toward the student's heart.

"Tough luck, kid. Since you saw us, you'll have to—"

Lancer's words stopped mid-sentence. The red magical spear that should have pierced the student's heart was firmly grasped in the student's left hand, which was glowing with golden light.

"Take me where?"

In that instant, the student's body stopped trembling, and his pupils and complexion returned to normal.

"You..."

"What about me?"

Lancer instinctively felt something was wrong and tried to pull back his spear. However, the student's strength was unexpectedly great, and he couldn't budge it.

"Who the hell are you?"

Even though the student was only using one hand, the strength he displayed was far beyond that of an ordinary person.

"You'll know soon enough—Cu Chulainn, the great hero of Ulster."

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With his free right hand, the student traced a rune in the air. Immediately, runes appeared in neat rows beneath Lancer's feet. Lancer recognized both the symbols and their effects.

"Runes? This is... not good!"

By the time Lancer realized what was happening, the runes had already been activated. The ground around them and the boxes behind them exploded.

Immediately after, Lancer's body was sent flying, sliding over ten meters across the ground.

It wasn't the explosion that caused this. Lancer had C-rank Magic Resistance, and an explosion of that degree couldn't harm him.

But in the brief moment when he recognized the runes and the explosion occurred, Lancer had been momentarily distracted. The student, who should have been killed, took that opportunity to snatch Lancer's spear and strike him back with it.

Having been outwitted like this, Lancer, who was already known for his short temper, became utterly enraged. His cold killing intent made the winter night's wind feel even more biting.

"What are you trying to do?"

"Didn't I tell you? You'll know soon enough. But first, let me say this—I'm luckier than you, Mr. Luck Rank E."

"Huh? What does that have to do with my Luck Rank E?"

"Forget it. I can't explain it to you. Just watch."

The student, with deep blue hair and eyes, spoke while gripping the spear in his left hand. With his right hand, he smeared a drop of fresh blood across the tip of the spear.

The spear was thrust into the ground, and a circular magic formation with a diameter of over two meters appeared in front of the spear.

Along with the magic formation came a dazzling light.

In an instant, thunder cracked, and the wind roared.

Seeing this, and feeling the connection to the Throne of Heroes, Lancer realized exactly what the strange student was doing.

"This is a Servant summoning! You're using my spear as a catalyst!!!"

"Bingo. Now, let's see if she'll answer my call."

As the student spoke, it appeared, as if by magic.

In the blinding light, she appeared.

Flaming red hair, flaming red eyes, a face exuding demonic beauty, and a lithe body tempered through countless battles.

Everything about her was so familiar.

"No way... This can't be real. How... How could she..."

Cu Chulainn's eyes widened, his body trembling. His expression mirrored that of the student he had frightened just moments earlier.

Meanwhile, the student's face was filled with excitement as he burst into laughter.

"I did it! I succeeded! You answered my call!"

Laughing, the student pulled out the spear he had used as a catalyst and, with an overwhelming presence, thrust it toward the figure standing in the light.

"I've wanted to see you. I've wanted to see you, Shishou!"