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83.72% Reincarnated as a dragon egg in DxD with a Fate System! / Chapter 247: So this is Heaven's Feel

Chapter 247: So this is Heaven's Feel

Lifting the long spear on his right shoulder and turning it once, Lancer raised the short spear's tip in his left hand. His posture, extending both spears like wings, was truly an unpredictable style.

Drako's fighting spirit also boiled to the point that he seemed to explode. The whole aura surrounding the dragon was shaking violently. His eyes dilated, taking on a snake-like appearance.

"What is this feeling of closeness?"

From a distance, Artoria observed the aura surrounding Drako. She, who had not thought much about Mordred's Master, was beginning to pay more and more attention to this man.

Drako turned his head to look in the three girls' direction, but his eyes were only on Mordred.

She was standing there with her arms crossed and a wide smile on her face. Her attitude and posture said: "Master is going to win, there's no way he's going to lose," but Drako knew her better than anyone else. Perhaps only Shirone or Kuroka would understand Mordred to the level that Drako did.

She looked tense, and her smile looked a little forced.

The confidence she had in Drako was not false, and she really thought he was going to win. However, that didn't stop her from worrying about him.

Drako was facing a Servant, a Heroic Spirit. In other words, he was facing one of the greatest warriors to ever appear in this world.

A single slip-up in front of a character of this caliber would be fatal to anyone.

Drako could see everything that Mordred was thinking at this moment with one look. Such was the level of bonding between this pair of Master and Servant.

And in response to that...

One thumb up.

"Master..." Mordred muttered.

She realized that Drako had seen through her. And she understood what he was trying to convey with his gesture.

"Everything is controlled."

That was the message Drako was sending to Mordred.

And Drako never lied.

After receiving the signal sent by Irisviel, Emiya Kiritsugu and Hisau Maya ran to the factories according to their direction. They were welcomed by a quiet stretch of silence.

Only the howling of the sea reached their ears and an atmosphere as still and stagnant as death.

Anyway...

"It has already begun."

Only by the traces of prana/mana in the surroundings, Kiritsugu was able to judge precisely the situation.

Someone had formed a barrier. It must have been the work of the enemy's master. His goal was to segregate ordinary humans from Heaven's Feel by sealing off the war's real battlefield. It is a mandatory measure for magicians to prevent their activities from being exposed to other mortals.

Kiritsugu began to contemplate while holding the sniper rifle. He had already estimated Irisviel's position according to the transmitter. However, there were still problems regarding how he would approach the position and observe from once they arrived.

He didn't think about joining the battle at all; that's why he was carrying the sniper rifle. He wanted to inspect the battle from a suitable location, attacking with the rifle only when necessary. Servants are not human, and only a Servant can wound another Servant. No matter how powerful the firearms of Kiritsugu and Maiya, they would not serve the Servants. It is the work of Saber how to fight the opposing Servant. As soon as the enemy devotes himself to his fight and pays no attention to the welfare of his Master, there it is possible to win this fight.

"Up there, that seems a good place to observe the fight."

Maiya pointed to the front of them as she spoke. It's a crane that was rising high in the night. Judging by the view, the control booth was floating about 100 feet above the ground; it would be the best possible observation point if one could manage to silently climb up there.

Kiritsugu had no objection to Maiya's suggestion, but just for that, he shook his head.

"Yes, that's the ideal place to watch the battle. So it shouldn't be just us who have come across that idea."

"…"

Without further explanation from Kiritsugu, Maiya had already understood his intentions.

"Maiya, you slide across the east bank; I will go from the west... Find an observation point that can watch both the battle of Saber and the crane."

"Got it."

Maiya disappeared into the factories' shadows on a trot, holding the AUG assault rifle in her hands. Kiritsugu checked the transmitter entrance while moving cautiously in the opposite direction.

Irisviel had quickly contacted Kiritsugu when Drako and Mordred had shown up in front of her and Artoria. As she had not spoken directly to him through the communicator, Kiritsugu knew nothing about the current situation.

He thought that Artoria would be fighting an enemy Servant. However, this was not so.

How will Kiritsugu react when he learns that a variable like Drako appears before his eyes?

"So this is what a real fight to the death is all about."

All Irisviel could do was watch the battle in front of her in awe as she reflected on the words Drako had left her before.

"Your experience is very limited, Irisviel. You have to learn to differentiate between the intention to kill and the intention to fight to the death. Both were willing to die in this fight, but neither really wanted to kill the other one."

Those were the words Drako had said before, and now it was time for Irisviel to reflect on it.

The intensity of this fight was totally different from the previous one. It's not as if the previous fight between Mordred and Artoria wasn't impressive, but the atmosphere itself was very different.

At the beginning of the fight, the mysterious man (called Drako) had shown a brutal smile before disappearing.

Yes, he did disappear.

The next thing Irisviel knew, she had to grab Artoria's arm to keep from flying away.

If it were merely a collision between weapons, Irisviel would not have overthought it. But... what could be the powerful torrent of air that accompanied him and threatened to destroy everything in sight?

How could the footsteps crush the asphalt?

How could the wind generated by the weapons cut the poles crudely in half?

They were both even faster than Mordred and Artoria. If before she could see some of what was happening on the previous battlefield, now she could see nothing but the ground falling apart.

The layers of iron peeling off the warehouses' outer walls were blown away by the wind from Irisviel's side, like a piece of twisted tin. She couldn't understand how the iron could fly out.

The wind was groaning.

Faced with an utterly indifferent dimension to the physical laws of this world, the air was emitting paranoid howls.

A chaotic storm was raging on the empty commercial street, destroying and trampling all things in it.

Only the hand-to-hand combat between the two would be enough to ruin an entire street.

So this is Heaven's Feel...

Irisviel was experiencing the fear and wonder told only in stories. The world where the myths and legends dwelt lay vividly before her eyes.

This could be the rebirth of legends.

Lines of lightning separated the sky, hills of thundering waves broke the Earth. The imaginary realm was miraculously materialized with startling clarity.

This is... the war between Servants...

Faced with a world that she had not yet considered possible, all Irisviel could do was look on paralyzed.


Chapter 248: Perhaps...

Simultaneously, Drako had a feeling of satisfaction that he hadn't felt for many months.

The training he had with the three Servants were nothing more than pieces of training. They could not be compared to real fights.

If Drako remembered correctly... Was Ladon the last one to make him feel this way?

This feeling... Drako couldn't forget it.

The feeling that he could be killed at any moment.

Diarmuid was really talented, a Servant worthy of putting Artoria through a lot of trouble in the show.

Drako thought that he shouldn't have much trouble facing Diarmuid if he concentrated on the Gae Dearg.

However, Drako had underestimated the abilities of this Servant.

With a Strength inferior to Drako's defense, Lancer should not be able to harm Drako. However, this could only be considered if Lancer fought with his fists.

His Noble Phantasms were both rank B, so they could certainly get through Drako's skin. But, with the armor he was carrying right now, Gae Buidhe was utterly useless.

With the armor covering all of Drako's body except his face, Gae Buidhe was destined to fail. Despite being a Noble Phantasm of rank B, it could not pass through Drako's armor.

Too bad Drako still didn't have the strength to extend the armor all the way, creating a helmet to cover his face as well. This way, he wouldn't even have to worry about surprise attacks from the back of an Archer or an Assassin.

Still, he could not easily penetrate Lancer's defenses.

"What's the matter, kid? Although I must say I'm surprised at your strength, your attacks don't seem to be working."

Drako did not return Lancer's provocations. He frowned as he thought about how to overcome the barrier in front of him.

With the long spear, Lancer defended himself against any attack Drako tried to use. In one battle, the spear had the advantage over the sword because of the difference in size, and Diarmuid had two spears. Although Gae Buidhe was only a short spear, the same size as an ordinary sword, he was still a danger to Drako.

The effect of Gae Buidhe was to reduce the maximum HP of a target, and this was something that Drako wanted to avoid. Although Drako knew that this weapon could not pierce his armor, his face was still exposed. It wasn't as if he could really ignore the spear altogether.

Without waiting for Drako's response, Lancer brandished the spear in his right hand (Gae Dearg, the long spear) and ran straight at him. Lancer held the spear in his right hand and approached Drako, running directly. The swinging edge covered a wide area; its strength and speed equaled that which could be reached with two hands. No, precisely because it was used with one hand, there were many movements that were not possible when a spear was used conventionally with both hands could be shown when it was wielded with only one hand.

However, a spear has its own limitations. Given its length, it would inevitably show an opening between two attacks. During this time, the shorter spear on the left could continue and make Drako uncomfortable.

But, Drako already knew this pattern.

He had seen it countless times in the anime. The fight between Artoria and Diarmuid was some of the best-animated battle choreography ever seen. Drako, as a good FATE fan, had seen it countless times.

Right now, Drako was in a position not too different from Artoria's. However, there were a couple of details that differed between the two.

In the original battle, Artoria was unaware of Diarmuid's Noble Phantasm, and Lancer was unaware of the length of the Saber-class Servant sword.

However, in this battle, both opponents knew these details.

But, since both knew the details of their opponent, the battle was also close to a stalemate.

The problem was that even knowing the pattern of Diarmuid's attack, Drako could not advance carelessly. A single mistake, and he would pay dearly for it.

Lancer is strong!

That was Drako's honest assessment.

It wasn't like the battle he had with Ladon. Back then, both dragons were fighting to see who could last the longest in receiving attacks without dying. However, the current fight could be decided with one move.

If Lancer pierced Drako's heart or cut off his head, there was no doubt that he would die.

The same could be said for Lancer. If Drako managed to land a blow, Lancer would die.

But Drako wasn't the only one evaluating his opponent.

How can he fool this kid?

Diarmuid had already observed that the boy's speed was not less than his own, and he could not gain a real advantage in battle despite carrying two spears.

He had already tried several times to trick Drako with Gae Dearg, so that he could use Gae Buidhe to deliver a deadly blow to the boy. However, whenever he tried this, it seemed that the boy was willing to go all out for a counterattack. He practically ignored Gae Buidhe.

The boy was confident that this armor would protect him from Gae Buidhe. But where did that confidence come from?

No matter what, Lancer had this feeling of constant danger. There was no doubt that, if the boy made one impact, he was going to die.

This kid is strong!

The murderous intention that both emitted created an overwhelming pressure that made it difficult for people with high magical abilities like Irisviel, or the rest of the people who watched the battle from the shadows, to breathe.

"I understand that Lancer has such a killing intent, but how can your Master show something like that, being a person who was born in these peaceful years?"

Artoria was curious about this person, so she took this opportunity to ask Mordred.

"Huh, you don't understand anything about Master," Mordred said proudly. "Master's strength is the result of having wiped out all his enemies. When I knew him, he was even weaker than your false Master."

Mordred nodded to Irisviel, pointing out that Drako was even weaker than she was back then.

Compared to the young man who could maintain Lancer's speed and fight on the same level as a Servant, both Artoria and Irisviel could not believe how someone so strong could be so weak.

"How long have you been summoned?"

Artoria did not hesitate to ask Mordred.

Perhaps because of the connection between the two, she had no problem in talking frankly with Mordred, even though it was her daughter who took her life.

"Hmm," Mordred thought about it and began to recount internally. "If I'm not mistaken, I think it's been about four years."

"I see..." Artoria nodded her head. "You have grown a lot during this time. Good job."

Artoria was thinking of the Mordred who had always looked at her with hatred since a certain incident. Many times, she did not even bother to hide the hostility she felt toward Artoria.

Artoria couldn't have a decent conversation with Mordred in those days.

Perhaps it was Artoria's inability to understand people's hearts, and therefore her inability to communicate with her subordinates by showing any emotion had put a barrier between her and Mordred.

Perhaps, if things had been spoken of calmly at that time...

But, one could not go back in time.

Looking at today's Mordred... Artoria could hardly recognize the one who at one time was his subordinate.

Her explosive character remained intact, but she seemed much calmer than before. She no longer showed hostility and hatred as before, even though it was obvious that Artoria was not to Mordred's liking.

Without a doubt, Mordred had grown up a lot.

Four years...

Artoria knew Mordred's history well.

When Mordred introduced herself to Artoria as her "son", only nine years had passed since Morgan had taken Artoria's semen. However, a sixteen-year-old girl with a face identical to her had been shown in front of her.

Perhaps, if Artoria had treated Mordred differently...

Artoria understood this later, when Merlin explained to her that homunculi were growing much faster than humans.

That meant that Mordred was now 13 years old.

Perhaps, if Artoria had given Mordred more time to mature.

No, it didn't make sense to keep thinking about possible futures that could have prevented the tragedy.

Artoria would have thought more about that when she got the Holy Grail.

At least, she now knew that she had more options to save Britain than the sword in the stone test.


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