Bab 256: Reaching the climax of the first big event!
He who had spoken was the still hidden Master of Lancer. Ever since he had commanded his Servant to use his Noble Phantasm, his observation had been very silent. He had not even said anything when Lancer had died. Now he was intervening to ask Waver his purpose in coming here.
It was a sound that was entirely different from the tone used before, which exposed a heart full of hatred.
"And I wondered why you had stolen my Sacred Relic in your rampage. I didn't think you'd actually have the guts to join Heaven's Feel, Waver Velvet."
Waver heard someone call his name with malice and knew who the subject of that hatred was. Not only that, Waver could guess who the owner of that voice was.
"Ah... uh..."
How could he not have predicted this? With such a high rank as the Clock Tower professor, he could prepare a Sacred Relic for another Heroic Spirit even if Alexander's cloak was stolen. So, in the land of Fuyuki, it was not surprising to have this man standing in front of Waver as his enemy...
"What a pity. It's a disappointment, really. I actually wanted my poor, dear student to be happy. Waver, someone as mediocre as you alone deserve to possess the quiet, stable life of ordinary people."
Waver was dazed with illusions, unable to determine where the voice was coming from. He no longer knew how many times he had experienced the nauseating feeling in his stomach - Professor Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald. The sensation of having those crystal blue eyes that held a mixture of humiliation and pity, the ones that looked down on Waver from the professor's serious, thin face from somewhere above the boy's head - again, he felt them acutely.
Waver wanted to return some astute observations to the professor. Before this professor had succeeded, Waver had skillfully managed to turn the Heroic Spirit Iskandar into a Servant who would obey him. Was that not the best revenge for the humiliation he had suffered in the Clock Tower for so long?
Yes. It is no longer a relationship between teacher and student. He is now my real enemy. I can hate him as much as I want, and even go as far as taking his life. Now he is, without a doubt, my real opponent.
During the few years that Waver spent in the Clock Tower, he had always hated that superb professor at every turn, awake or asleep, even considering killing him on occasion - yet it was the first time he had faced such enmity from the professor. The young Waver experienced the piercing gaze of a true magician filled with the desire to kill him for the first time.
Anyway - the opposite case was true as well.
The owner of the voice saw the petrified fear on Waver's face with his keen eyesight. With a tone of cold mockery that made Waver's hair stand on end, he continued to speak as if he were playing with Waver.
"Well, I can't help it, young Waver. Let me give you a few extra lessons. The true meaning of killing among wizards - I will pass on the terror and pain of death to you without any reservation. You should be proud."
In fact, Waver was already shaking with fear, not even paying attention to the humiliation brought about by those words.
To become a true magician, one must be prepared to be killed... A theory that was usually understood through books was deeply felt by Waver. The look cast by that man from who-knows-where was even more lethal. The moment a magician wants to kill is when the death sentence is pronounced - Waver did not know that until now.
Then something squeezed the thin, lonely shoulders of the boy, who was trembling with terror, into a gentle, powerful embrace.
Waver was confused by the harsh but still gentle touch. The hand of the burly Servant - thick fingers that were so thick with calluses could only induce fear in the low teacher.
"Hey, wizard. If I understand correctly, you were supposed to be my Master instead of this boy, apparently."
Rider called the missing Lancer Master. In fact, his face was covered and twisted by a massive smile of malevolent pity.
"That idea is more than ridiculous. The man who deserves to be my Master must be a warrior who rides with me to the battlefield, not a coward who doesn't even dare to show his face."
Silence descended; only the teacher's anger not yet seen could be felt, spreading through the night air. Rider laughed suddenly in the empty sky, a thunderous laugh that took the air out of his lungs.
Seeing this, Drako could only smile widely. Now was when the real action starts—the climax of the Fourth Holy Grail War's first big event.
"Come out now! There must be others too. Friends who are hiding in the dark and spying on us!"
Artoria was in shock.
"- What are you doing, Rider?"
Facing a restless Saber, the King of Conquerors raised his thumb accompanied by a friendly smile.
"This frontal battle is excellent and very good. The unmistakable sound made by the collision of his sword and spear could perhaps attract more than one Heroic Spirit, don't you agree?"
Irisviel was shaking with the idea that Kiritsugu might have been discovered in his unknown hideout, but Rider only had other Servants in mind. Rider wanted to spread the deafening sound to every corner of the surroundings and roared again.
"What a pity, truly, what a pity! The heroes must have gathered in Fuyuki! Seeing the prowess demonstrated here by this guy and Lancer, doesn't it invoke any feelings? Having a name that deserves praise, and even hiding and spying in secret; what cowardice. Even the Heroic Spirits would be ashamed to hear this, huh?"
After another round of laughs, Rider shook his head with a fearless expression in the corner of his mouth and ended with a defiant look.
"Heroic Spirits invited by the Holy Grail, gather here at this time! Those cowards who are afraid to show their faces, share the humiliation that Iskandar, the King of the Conquerors, will impart to you. Prepare yourselves!"
Rider's enthusiastic speech even reached Emiya Kiritsugu, hiding in the distant port, conducting his observation. He was also heard by Maiya, in the opposite position to Kiritsugu.
The ancient heroes' mind was so far away from Kiritsugu's that he could not help but sigh in response.
"... Did that fool manage to conquer the world?"
"…"
Opposite to the network, Maiya also seemed not to understand the situation.
Like Kiritsugu and Maiya, Kirei, secretly watching, also saw all of Rider's actions and heard his absurd words through Assassin's eyes and ears. While Kirei was in the distant Fuyuki church, he had already told him everything he had seen and heard to Tohsaka Tokiomi through the communication jewel next to him.
"... This is bad."
From Tohsaka's distant residence, that angry phrase was heard.
Although Kirei knew that the announcer could not see him, he frowned and nodded.
"Certainly."
Tokiomi and Kirei did not ignore Rider's absurd words as Emiya Kiritsugu did. The reason was that both had thought of a particular Heroic Spirit who would never ignore Rider's challenging words.
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