บท 246: We can start at any time
The west corner of the park by the sea is prolonged by a run of boring warehouses. The block, which had a port layout, also had a wall separating the eastern industrial area from Shinto. At night, pedestrian traffic ceases, and street lights shine uselessly on the asphalt, even as the scene becomes even more empty. Unmanned cranes were turned towards the dark sea, like a fantastic group of enormous fossilized dinosaurs.
Certainly, this is an appropriate place for Servants who must face it hidden from public view.
The group reached the place where the enemy was finally showing himself, without fleeing or hiding. The tall shadow standing in the middle of the empty street emitted an extraordinary amount of prana, clearly showing that he was much more than human.
"Mordred, protect Irisviel."
"All right, Master."
"We will observe for the time being," Irisviel said.
Drako stepped forward while the other three lagged behind.
Facing each other, the two were barely 10 meters apart.
Finally, this was the first real fight Drako was going to have against a Servant. Now it was time to determine if he could compare himself to a normal Servant (Artoria doesn't count as a normal Servant).
Therefore, Drako did not hesitate to use the Inspect Status skill.
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[Diarmuid Ua Duibhne]
Race: Heroic Spirit/Servant
Lv: 50/100
Strength: 4665
Defense: 3498
Magic: 2332
Agility: 11662
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As expected, Lancer, like Artoria, was level 50. However, as Drako expected, he was much weaker than Artoria in terms of Stats. Except for that terrifying agility, all of his statistics were unimpressive.
Although, if this Diarmuid were in DxD, he would be considered a very powerful existence. After all, that agility is on the level of the gods.
But, Lancer should never reach this level of power in Nasuverse. This was all because of the arrangements Sage had made. Although Drako didn't know how that entity had achieved it (it was probably something the old man had left behind), the power levels of this world had increased more than Drako had expected.
But that was okay.
No, in fact, it was perfect.
With the agreement Drako had reached with Sage, not only was he going to gain much more experience from being the enemy much stronger than it should be, but all that experience was going to be multiplied by 2.
Focusing on his opponent, Drako watched him carefully.
Diarmuid was a handsome man with long, fickle hair combed backward. The spear next to him, about six feet tall and even taller than himself, was one of his Noble Phantasms: Gae Dearg. His other Noble Phantasm, Gae Buidhe, was being carried by his left hand. This one was a little shorter, about 1.40 meters.
The two spears were tightly clipped from the handle to the tip with a cloth that looked like an amulet, hiding the shaft. This is the countermeasure to avoid revealing the Noble Phantasm's true name.
The spears, being longer than their backs, are usually used with both hands. Although if a two-sword style could be used, especially if they are short, it is very rare to find someone who uses two spears to fight.
The two spear style, taking into account that both are Noble Phantasm (and the effects that these Noble Phantasm have), together with Diarmuid's high agility, make him an opponent capable of facing Artoria without not many problems.
Although, if she were to use her characteristic Noble Phantasm, there would be no doubt that Diarmuid would be reduced to ashes.
"It is good that you come. All the Servants who were walking in the city today have only cowered far away. You are the only ones brave enough to respond to my invitation."
Although Diarmuid was speaking to Drako, his attention was focused on Artoria.
It seems that he wanted to fight the Servant, and the others did not matter.
"I must disappoint you, Lancer. But your fight is not with the Servant back there, but with me."
Diarmuid frowned.
"Besides, it is a mole you have that would influence too much a battle against a woman. Would you not rather have a fair fight against a man?"
Drako's arrogant and provocative smile was a lethal weapon he had. It was nothing more than his natural smile, but his own nature influenced that smile so that it could only be interpreted in one way.
With his smile, Drako showed the world that no one is important enough to him. Only the Nephalem Dragon rose to the top.
"Hoh, so you want a fair battle. It is my honor to face such a proud opponent, even though he is not as strong as a Servant."
Exaggerating, Lancer responded with a quiet smile. It was a smile that is only for those who desire a perfectly frontal life-and-death battle.
"What are you doing, Lancer?"
An amplified voice was heard throughout the place.
"Don't worry, Master. I will finish this man quickly and begin my battle against the Servant."
The voice did not respond to Diarmuid's words, indicating that he agreed.
Drako only smiled; he did not think well of a master who was hiding from the battle. Although there are several such Masters in this war, at least this Master was not so contemptible with Tohsaka and Kirei.
Well, there wasn't a Master that Drako liked in this war. Although Waver Velvet is the exception.
"You seem to be underestimating me, Lancer," Drako commented. "Maybe you should be a little more careful."
"You are certainly strong," Diarmuid acknowledged. "But you are not on the level of the Servants."
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[Drako] (Human Form)
Race: Great Dragon King
Lv: 118/250
Strength: 1612
Defense: 1425
Magic: 1787
Agility: 3000
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As Diarmuid said, Drako's stats in his human form were quite inferior to those of a Servant.
But... that was without using his boosters.
By catalyzing the most powerful flames, Scathe of Branches (the name of this ability was changed after reaching the Lostbelt in the FGO of NA, formerly Branche Destruction.), around his entire body, Drako doubled his physical capabilities. Thus, he achieved the power he should have in his dragon form.
Feeling the increased power in Drako's body, everyone except Mordred was surprised. Now, he could be considered a weak Servant in terms of statistics.
But, this was not all.
Channeling his touki, Drako again amplified his statistics by 80 percent. This was thanks to his training, as he had managed to raise his skill to level 8.
But that wasn't all.
Drako's body shone, and black armor appeared covering his body. His previous casual clothes had completely disappeared, leaving the armor covering his entire body except for his neck and head.
"That's... dragon scales?" Artoria asked when she saw the armor.
"I don't know," Mordred responded. "Master had never shown me that armor before."
A glow appeared in Drako's right hand, and a sword appeared in his hand. The sword, though it seemed to be dull, seemed perfect in Drako's hands.
"Who exactly is he?" Artoria murmured.
All equipped and ready for battle, Drako stepped forward with his arrogant smile.
"Then, we can start at any time."
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[Drako]
Race: Great Dragon King
Lv: 118/250
Strength: 5805
Defense: 5130
Magic: 6435
Agility: 10800
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