Fate: Hero of Justice Takeover-Chapter 97: Your Body—Entrusted to Me!

Mysterious, deceitful, dangerous, and something to be wary of.

This was Kiritsugu's initial impression of the young man named Sakatsuki.

But today, as the man in the coat watched the calm, motionless figure from behind, he silently revised his assessment.

Deceitful, mysterious, dangerous, walking the same path but with different goals—he must be eliminated.

To prevent Kayneth from shouting and attracting the attention of the Servants, Kiritsugu quietly set up a soundproof barrier.

However, the barrier itself, created using magecraft, was a dangerous signal—someone as skilled in magecraft as Sakatsuki would undoubtedly notice the anomaly around him.

Thus, Kiritsugu's actions were almost an open declaration. He admitted there was an element of gambling in his plan, but more than that, it was based on his analysis of the battlefield.

First, Sakatsuki had borrowed Saber in front of Irisviel.

Did he not realize that Irisviel would surely inform her husband, Kiritsugu, about this?

Second, even though he could have relocated or used a magical barrier to protect his base, the young man remained unmoved.

Was he waiting to witness the ridiculous outcome of a battle between two Servants, or was he waiting for the true players to enter the stage?

Once Saber entered combat, her Master would inevitably sense it. Through the connection between Master and Servant, Kiritsugu could easily locate this place—wasn't this exactly Sakatsuki's goal?

An opportunity to eliminate both the Master and the Servant, and he was certain Kiritsugu wouldn't pass it up.

It was just that he didn't want to dirty his own hands, so he used Kiritsugu as a tool... How utterly deceitful.

Touching the cigarette box in his pocket, Kiritsugu suppressed his craving but let out a deep sigh.

This feeling of looking into a mirror was terrible, especially when he was being used as the blade.

Beside him, Kayneth raised his arm, but the next moment, a change in air pressure made Kiritsugu look up.

The young man was no longer in his seat.

After a brief silence, Kiritsugu decisively pressed his earpiece.

"Move now!"

***

The effect of the Command Spell was instantaneous. Almost as soon as Kayneth finished speaking, Lancer's spear was already closing in on his own heart.

Even Saber, with her A-rank Instinct, who stood before him, couldn't react in time. She could only watch as Lancer was about to end his own life in the next second.

But someone moved faster than anyone else—or rather, he had already acted the moment the Master issued the command.

Clang!

The twin spears were deflected by twin blades, and Sakatsuki expressionlessly thrust a dagger resembling a bolt of lightning into Diarmuid's chest!

"Sakatsuki, you—!"

Saber, still reeling from Lancer's suicidal action, was once again shocked.

Diarmuid, however, seemed to realize something. Ignoring the dagger still embedded in his chest, he turned and sprinted toward his Master, Kayneth.

"My lord—"

But it was too late. A gunshot rang out before he could reach him.

The bullet struck Sola-Ui squarely in the forehead, and she died without uttering another word. Blood and brain matter oozed from the hole in her forehead, staining her beautiful face.

It wasn't Kayneth who died, but his beloved fiancée, Sola-Ui.

The killer wasn't Kiritsugu, but Maiya Hisau, who was stationed hundreds of meters away in another building, aiming her sniper rifle.

As for Kayneth, he didn't even need a bullet. His face twisted the moment the Command Spell was activated, blood streaming from his seven orifices as his soul boiled like water.

The Lord of the Clock Tower opened his mouth, but not a sound came out. His face contorted into a grotesque mask of agony.

[Conditions met. Self-Geis Scroll activated.]

[Conditions violated. Lancer did not achieve victory in the second battle.]

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[Self-Geis Scroll: Kiritsugu activated...]

[Self-Geis Scroll: Sakatsuki violated. Penalty executed.]

[Contract with Lancer dissolved. Kayneth's Master status was revoked. Command conflict.]

[Self-Geis Scroll: Kiritsugu not activated.]

Bang!

This time, Diarmuid clearly saw the man in black pull the trigger, decisively ending his Master's suffering.

It wasn't an act of mercy, but a cold-blooded move to eliminate any possibility of retaliation.

"You... despicable scoundrel!"

The pain in his chest was like cheap, bitter wine, fueling his drunken rage. Diarmuid roared, charging at Kiritsugu like a storm, his crimson spear aimed at the man's heart.

The foul wind rushed toward him, but Kiritsugu remained expressionless. The Command Spells on the back of his hand had, at some point, quietly decreased to two.

"By the power of my Command Spell, I order my Servant!"

A cold wind swept in from behind, and the golden radiance of the King of Knights' holy sword once again clashed with the demonic spear of the First Knight of Fianna.

"Saber!"

"Sorry, Lancer."

The golden-haired girl lowered her eyes in resignation. With her A-rank Magic Resistance, she could have resisted the Command Spell's binding, but the gentle smile of Irisviel flashed through her mind, making her abandon her resistance to the authority.

"Regardless, Kiritsugu Emiya is my... Master."

And the man Irisviel loved deeply.

Her tone was filled with such reluctance and helplessness.

Not only because she had to protect this despicable enemy, but also because the handsome spearman before her was already beginning to dissipate into golden particles.

Even though the miraculous dagger in his chest spared him the humiliation of suicide, without a supply of magical energy, Lancer was still inexorably approaching his end.

The vessel that housed his noble will was crumbling.

They would never be able to complete their final battle.

"Ah..."

Diarmuid's gaze fell on the lifeless bodies of Kayneth and Sola-Ui. The flames of vengeance had been extinguished, replaced by overwhelming sorrow.

This was the second time he had been betrayed by his Master and the first time he had tasted the bitter fruit of arriving too late to protect them. Diarmuid had only wished to overturn that unfortunate fate, which was why he had answered the call and descended from the Throne of Heroes once more.

But in the end, all he had achieved was a repeat of the past tragedy, only worse—he had once again experienced that dark despair and grief.

"You people... just..."

The detestable man had already vanished into the darkness. The dissipating spearman knelt on the ground, his voice hoarse and low.

"Just how badly do you want to win? How badly do you want the Holy Grail? To the point of trampling on my... my one and only wish... Don't you feel any shame at all!?"

The King of Knights silently bowed her head, bearing the spearman's indiscriminate hatred on behalf of her Master.

"Unforgivable... I will never forgive you! You who chase fame and fortune, trampling on the dignity of knights... May my blood taint your dreams! May the Holy Grail be filled with curses! May your ambitions bring calamity! When you fall into the abyss of hell, remember the wrath of Diarmuid Ua Duibhne!"

The two Servants didn't notice that behind them, a golden-eyed young man had suppressed his guilt and calmly raised his hand, which bore three Command Spells.

"Declare!"

"Your body—entrusted to me!"

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