Chương 34: Chapter 34: The Masters and Servants Begin to Act!
"You said... what?"
Even Kirei Kotomine had to wonder if he misheard Gilgamesh. Berserker's Master was his teacher's daughter?
It wasn't just that the information shocked him—it was because Tokiomi Tohsaka's daughters were still so young. His eldest, Rin Tohsaka, was only seven years old, while his younger daughter, Sakura, who had been sent to the Matou family, was only six.
No matter how he looked at it, neither of these little girls could possibly be the Master of a Servant as powerful as Berserker. After all, maintaining a Servant with such immense power, capable of going toe-to-toe with the King of Heroes himself, required a tremendous amount of magical energy. Could a child that age really handle such a massive drain?
Moreover, considering their age, it was hard to believe that either of them would have the deep understanding of magecraft needed to participate in this special war as a Master. It sounded like something out of a fairy tale.
"Is it hard to believe?" Gilgamesh asked, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he observed Kirei's astonished expression. "But it's the truth. She's called Matou Sakura. Tokiomi sent his youngest daughter to the Matou family."
"Matou... Sakura," Kirei repeated her name softly, deep in thought. He hadn't expected to learn such explosive information from Gilgamesh of all people, and it left him reeling. This formidable opponent they were all so wary of turned out to be... his teacher's daughter? This was going to be interesting.
Kirei suddenly found himself wondering what Tokiomi's face would look like once he found out the truth. It was going to be priceless.
No, he couldn't start laughing just yet.
Clearing his throat to regain his composure, Kirei asked, "Why tell me this?"
After all, this kind of information seemed far too valuable to just hand over, especially considering Kirei's role as Tokiomi's apprentice. Surely, there had to be more to it than this.
"You can tell him if you want," Gilgamesh replied nonchalantly. "But there's one thing I can say for certain... no matter what tricks you mages try, none of you will ever be able to defeat Berserker. Only I can kill him."
Gilgamesh took a sip of his wine, his words heavy with certainty.
Kirei was silent for a moment, contemplating the King of Heroes' words. He trusted Gilgamesh's judgment—there was little room for doubt.
"I understand," he finally said, standing up and exiting the room. As he left, he sent a message to Assassin through their telepathic link. Perhaps it was time to alter his original plans.
Gilgamesh, meanwhile, watched Kirei leave without much interest. "He's a worthy opponent for you," he murmured, speaking more to himself than anyone else.
The EA (Sword of Rupture) — a weapon capable of severing the very fabric of reality — was Gilgamesh's most powerful Noble Phantasm. He had initially thought that this war wouldn't offer a chance to wield such a weapon. But now... things were starting to look different.
"A nameless savior..." Gilgamesh mused aloud. "Yes... you are worthy."
Through the omniscient gaze of the Star of All-Knowing, Gilgamesh was able to peer through the veils of mystery surrounding Berserker. He now understood the weight behind that title, which marked the one who saved the world.
Such a hero, even among Servants, was a rare and extraordinary figure. One deserving of his full power.
Thanks to Kirei's gift, Gilgamesh now had everything he needed to truly shine in this war.
Time, location, and purpose—everything was falling into place.
"The final act is approaching. Dance for me, you mongrels!" he declared, throwing his half-filled goblet to the side, spilling red wine across the map, staining it like blood.
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"No sign of Lancer anywhere... I guess she's hiding," Waver said as he and Lelouch hovered above Fuyuki City in their mech.
"You don't seem scared anymore," Lelouch commented, noticing that Waver, seated on the mech's shoulder, seemed surprisingly composed.
"Huh? Quit pointing it out! I'm just pretending to be brave!" Waver retorted. Even though they could easily use the mech to track down their target, Waver had chosen to stand beside Rider to take in the view. Maybe it was part of his attempt to change, just like he said before.
'So terrifying!' Waver thought, his legs trembling slightly as he looked down at the city from such a height. No matter how many times he saw it, the sprawling landscape beneath him always made him nervous.
"But it's so beautiful, this view from above," he muttered to himself. The city, bathed in the quiet of night, had a strange allure.
Lelouch, meanwhile, had his mind elsewhere, scrutinizing the cityscape. 'Uninhabited areas are scarce... there aren't many places suitable for laying traps,' he thought, strategizing as usual. 'Without my usual tricks, this might get tricky. I'll have to rely on the mech's capabilities alone, and that might not be enough against some of the Servants.'
"Beep, beep!" Waver's phone suddenly buzzed, interrupting his thoughts. Flustered, he fumbled with the device, pulling it out and answering the call.
"Hm? Got it," he said, ending the brief conversation.
"That was Emiya," Waver explained. "Apparently, Saber's group found Lancer's hideout."
Lelouch, however, remained silent, his white imperial robes billowing in the wind.
"Rider?" Waver called, confused by Lelouch's lack of response.
"We'll leave that to them. We're going somewhere else," Lelouch said calmly, walking back toward the mech's cockpit.
"Wait, we're not going?" Waver asked, completely baffled by Lelouch's decision. What could be more important than tracking down Lancer right now?
Once they were back inside the cockpit, Waver noticed something alarming. Lelouch had set their course for a very particular destination—Fuyuki Church.
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"Kiritsugu?"
"Hold on," Kiritsugu whispered, silencing Saber's inquiry. She had wanted to ask when they'd make their move, but Kiritsugu stopped her with a quick gesture.
"Are we waiting for Rider's group to join us before attacking?" she asked, watching him from the corner of her eye. The man before her looked utterly exhausted, leaning wearily against the wall.
"There's no need for us to go first," Kiritsugu replied quietly. "Assassin or Rider will make a move soon enough. Besides... I have a feeling something's off. I want to wait and see."
He instinctively raised his hand, but caught himself, dropping it before he could light another cigarette.
"You've stopped smoking lately," Saber observed, noticing his unconscious gesture.
"Yeah," Kiritsugu admitted. "I'm trying to quit."
"I see..." Saber responded softly, oddly relieved by his answer. It seemed this weary man was finally starting to change.
As Saber continued to keep an eye on the surroundings, Kiritsugu's voice broke the silence once more.
"Do you think I can really do this, Saber?"
"Well... If it's you, I believe you can," Saber replied, her voice calm. "After all... it's how you've always lived, isn't it?"
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did i left out some servant stats? i cant remember
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