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Chapter 64: June 5, 2004 Passing By

"Awooo!"

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"The sun isn't out, but it's a fitting penalty against a lady."

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There were the Black Faction's Berserker, Berserker's Master, and Archer's Master, and they came face to face with Gawain, who had been sent to Akira's side.

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"Hahaha! Oppressors! Here I come!"

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At the sight of the Berserker passing by, everyone except Gawain and Frankenstein turned pale and could only stare.

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"Are you people oppressors?"

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"No, they are not oppressors. They came by adult coercion."

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"Aah, is that so! Then! You too, join the rebellion!"

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"If you have no intention of joining, fighting me wouldn't be bad either. Spartacus, go ahead and deal with the Lancer. If he turns into a vampire, will you let me know?"

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"Hmm…, a vampire, is it. That's worse than an oppressor…, understood. Better to die than be brainwashed by a dangerous oppressor if defeated."

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Everyone was taken aback that Spartacus was speaking normally about vampires.

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They could see Spartacus speaking seriously, as if warning of the danger of being bitten by a vampire, even under Mad Enhancement.

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Among them, Gawain and Fran also looked at Spartacus with quite bewildered expressions.

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"Then, oppressor, here I come!!"

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As if the machine started again, Spartacus began to run, and the two Masters could only watch blankly as he went off to find the oppressor.

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"I wish you two would snap out of it."

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"Chirp! Frankly speaking, I think it would be better to surrender!"

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"Mikon, that's right. There are already three more Servants, you know."

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"No time to be bored. A journey where any incident or accident could happen…. I can only pray that no casualties occur."

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Then, the boy among the siblings looked at Akira and shouted.

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"Are you really the Master who commands seven Servants?"

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Akira simply nodded.

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"Is your main goal really to steal or destroy the Holy Grail?"

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"Yes, my goal hasn't changed."

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"……….I surrender."

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"Sis…. Wait, is our safety guaranteed?"

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"If you don't trust me…, then just, take Berserker and go with them."

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Then, Gawain sheathed his sword.

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"I cannot wield my weapon against someone with no will to fight. If you wish to fight, I will fight as well."

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At Gawain's display of knightly virtue, the two swallowed hard.

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"Awoo?"

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"Lastly, may the Masters fight…?"

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I projected Shamash's Greatsword (Key of the Gods) and said.

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"Friend or foe… Choose!."

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It was a line I somehow wanted to say once, but the surrounding, burning heat was conveyed.

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At those words, Fiore had an expression asking what he was talking about, but Caules was looking at him with an expression like, 'Was that a line he wanted to say once?'

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Minimum 10% replication. Perfect replication only has severe side effects, so I minimized it.

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Even so, the sword was more powerful than Excalibur Galatine.

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If it were the number of saints, Galatine would be stronger, but now I had the upper hand.

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"If you wish to fight, I won't stop you."

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"…, I surrender, what kind of Noble Phantasm are you creating?"

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"That's… a flame that seems like it could burn the world. That is absolutely not a Noble Phantasm. It's my first time seeing a weapon that seems to defy the principles of this world, but to think such a weapon exists…. Just what are you…."

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Even Gawain was impressed and tried to ask about my identity, but he just closed his mouth mid-sentence.

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Meanwhile, Tamamo consumed talismans to create cold air.

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"Whew, I almost died from the sudden heat…."

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"Chirp, I didn't know there could be flames hotter than hell!"

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I dispelled the weapon created by projection magecraft.

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And as I moved forward, Gawain stepped ahead and said.

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"Akira, may I go with you as well?"

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"As you wish…."

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"Understood."

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Akira didn't mind if people who just wanted to follow came along.

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Fiore Forvedge and Caules Forvedge relaxed only after the person named Akira disappeared, and Caules, the younger brother, except for Fiore who was in a wheelchair, sat down.

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"Haha, what kind of Master can be stronger than a Servant….."

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"Clearly, if we had fought…."

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"We would have died in less than a second."

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Then, Berserker approached Caules, held him in her embrace, and patted him.

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"Uggu."

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"Berserker, are you comforting me? Feels like I became a baby."

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"Uuu!"

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"What are you saying? (Thump!) Ow, that hurts, wait!"

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One could see Caules getting hit by Berserker and them getting along well.

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Seeing that, Fiore, who was secretly smiling inside, soon glanced at the place he had passed by.

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Should I say it withered because of one greatsword that might or might not be a Noble Phantasm? Or should I say it turned to ashes? Slight scorch marks could be seen.

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'If it were Chiron… could he win….'

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Chiron certainly produced outstanding disciples, but he didn't possess particularly powerful Noble Phantasms.

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Compared to a Servant, it's a normal attack, but even if its power is greater, it seems that Master couldn't be stopped.

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For some reason, it seemed the Master was hiding quite a lot.

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'Meeting him once might not be bad….'

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If things go well, she thought she might be able to get her legs treated without abandoning her Magic Crest.

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And if things go well, he seemed gentle enough that there might even be a possibility of him protecting her family.

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No hostility, no killing intent.

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That appearance was simply of someone heading towards a goal.

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"Caules, do you know anything about the person who created that greatsword just now?"

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"Uh…, one of the Masters who won the Holy Grail War with the Fuyuki Lesser Grail…. As far as I know, I remember he's not even a magus…. That's a mage."

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"Is healing possible even without the Holy Grail?"

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Caules thought for a moment, then nodded.

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"There's Medea, who incarnated in the 4th Holy Grail War. It seems she also extended the lifespan of a homunculus in the 5th Holy Grail War. There are also rumors that she healed magical circuits, but it's not accurate information. Sis…, I wish you would give up the path of a magus…."

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"Why?"

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"Because…, unlike magi, you have a more human ethical view than anyone…."

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"What are you talking about…."

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"Sis, we used to have a dog in our house. Three generations ago, around the time a low-level spirit summoned by our mother was cleaning the large mansion a maid used to clean. It was a quiet stray dog father picked up somewhere. Father was thinking of using it to teach necromancy, but then father suddenly had urgent business and left, so you and I had no choice but to take care of it."

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"That time, please stop…."

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At Fiore's words, Caules didn't stop and continued.

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"Yeah, it was a slow, laid-back dog. You especially took care of it diligently.

Struggling with your inconvenient legs, you washed its whole body and combed its fur with your favorite brush.

Your own brush.

You even bought books about dogs and worried about what to feed it.

But when I asked you why you were doing this, you looked puzzled and said.

'You have to treat a pet with affection, right?' I knew that dog was meant to be used for necromancy, but you didn't.

But I honestly couldn't say anything that day. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you, sis…."

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"Caules, please stop. Please…."

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Caules ignored Fiore's words and continued.

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"In the end, that dog was used as a subject for a magecraft experiment, and the one who used it was father, but I saw you watching the dog you raised with affection scream as its skin was peeled off, your face frozen as you gripped the wheelchair handles so hard your hands turned white….

And after a minute, the dog died, and a low-level evil spirit was possessed into it, making the body run amok….

Father said if we're not careful with necromancy, we'll end up like this too, but you smiled and answered, 'Yes, understood, father.' You killed your heart and gave the correct answer like a magus, but after father left, we made a grave for that dog and you cried, saying you were sorry…."

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"Please…."

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"Sis…, I don't want you to experience that painful experience again….

Even if it's the Holy Grail War, can you kill a person?

With that tender heart, can you kill a person in that situation and remain sane?"

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"……."

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Fiore couldn't say anything.

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It wasn't a bad thing that her younger brother knew her well, but nothing he said was wrong.

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"If you won't give up magecraft, I won't stop you. But sis…, even if you regret it, don't hide your true feelings.

Whether the mage family falls or you refuse to inherit it, I'm on your side."

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Afterwards, listening to their conversation, Berserker remained silent and just quietly watched.

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Meanwhile, what about Jeanne d'Arc?

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"Fou fou!"

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"Huh? You say go straight that way?"

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"Fou!"

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"Understood."

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Jeanne d'Arc was running towards the Black Faction's camp, following Fou's guidance.

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Frankly, her Revelation was half broken, crackling at times, and she saw something, but she received the Revelation without recognizing what it was, so she couldn't know anything..

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The time it took to realize that something was wrong with this Holy Grail War was the moment she met Fou.

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The Reds were hostile, and the Black Faction seemed to demand cooperation from Ruler in battle, causing her trouble, but in the process, Fou was lightly abandoned and ran away, and when things seemed quiet, he climbed on her head and treated it as a nest.

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The conclusion is that no matter what Jeanne d'Arc did, Fou never fought, just watched from afar!

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