This Is My Holy Grail War [112]

With a thick book of Indian mythology in hand, Archer Chiron approached Saber, following his Master’s instructions to deliver it to her.

Archer had observed Saber’s diligence. Ever since the morning battle had ended, the swordswoman had been training in the castle garden. While Archer knew that a Servant’s parameters were fixed upon summoning, he surmised this habit must have been a holdover from her mortal life, one she maintained even in death.

It’s nostalgic, Chiron thought wistfully. Memories of his own past surfaced—days spent in the peaceful solitude of Mount Pelion, sipping dew at dawn and gazing at sunsets. If not for the fateful arrow that had ended it all, he might still be living that tranquil, hermit-like existence, untouched by worldly conflicts.

Unlike the rest of his kind—barbaric and savage centaurs—Chiron was renowned for his wisdom and benevolence.

Slowly, he drew out the book from his robes: The Mahabharata, one of the world’s longest epics, vast in scale and rich in content. Thankfully, Saber only needed to focus on the chapters concerning Karna.

Lancer of Red had been completely forthcoming about his identity during their encounter. While many Servants, including Chiron himself, initially harbored doubts, every aspect of the golden warrior—the radiant armor, the blazing sunfire—confirmed his claim.

It seemed Karna’s nature as a selfless hero was reflected in his actions as well.

“Thank you,” Saber said, taking the book from Chiron’s hands. “The Lancer of Red is a formidable opponent. This Holy Grail War is shaping up to be a bloody one.” She spoke with seriousness but without any trace of fear.

Archer saw the resolute gleam in Saber’s eyes. This was a warrior tempered by countless battles, unshaken by the prospect of death, undaunted in the face of overwhelming odds.

Her gaze was pure, the kind he had seen only in the eyes of the greatest heroes.

“You’re welcome. As allies, it’s only natural that we help each other,” Chiron replied warmly. “I look forward to working with you, Saber.”

“Yes, for now… we’re allies,” Saber nodded. Tucking the book away, she unsheathed her sword once more, preparing to train beneath the dappled shade of the garden trees.

“A Servant’s power is fixed the moment they’re summoned, isn’t it?” Chiron asked, his curiosity evident. “Perhaps your abilities reflect the pinnacle of your life, but no matter how much you train, your stats won’t increase.”

“They will,” Saber replied firmly. “I still have room to grow. For victory, I must never stop improving.”

So, she possesses a capacity for self-enhancement, Chiron realized. This discovery resonated with him—Saber’s ability to better herself complemented his own power to uplift others.

“You should rest for a while,” Chiron suggested kindly. “You haven’t stopped since last night. After the battle, you’ve been training non-stop. That’s not the right way to approach learning—it’s about efficiency.”

“Rest?” Saber blinked as if the word were foreign to her. After a pause, she answered, “I will, if there’s time.”

“Well, it’s just a suggestion,” Chiron conceded with a soft chuckle. He knew Saber wasn’t his student, and it wasn’t his place to dictate her choices.

“[Vasavi Shakti],” Chiron suddenly said, stopping Saber mid-swing. “If Karna abandons his golden armor, he can unleash his divine thunder spear.”

“A weapon against gods?” Saber didn’t react with the shock Chiron had anticipated. Instead, there was a flicker of excitement in her expression, but no fear.

“Indeed,” Chiron confirmed. “But that’s also your opportunity. When he activates it, his armor will be stripped away.”

“Then I’ll pierce his body with my sword.” Saber’s swift response revealed a spark of joy in her emerald eyes—something that had been missing until now.

Is she completely unafraid of [Vasavi Shakti]? Chiron wondered. Her fixation on offense, with little regard for defense, struck him as unexpectedly bold—almost reckless. Despite her petite and delicate appearance, her thoughts and approach were strikingly straightforward.

“There’s one more thing,” Chiron added. “Karna bears a curse.”

Saber’s brows furrowed slightly at this revelation. While a curse might seem advantageous, she still appeared displeased.

“A curse… on his body?” she asked.

“Yes,” Chiron replied. “In critical moments, he will forget all the knowledge he has acquired.”

“Thank you. That’s very important to know,” Saber said, bowing slightly in gratitude. Her sincerity was palpable.

“You’re welcome. The book contains a detailed account of his life,” Chiron said. “If you’re interested, I recommend reading it.”

“I will, but later,” Saber replied.

“You really should take some time to rest,” Chiron advised. “Pushing yourself like this will lead to burnout. While a Servant’s body won’t suffer, your mind will eventually collapse under the strain. Take a break—don’t rush so much.”

“Thank you for your concern. I’ll rest for a little while,” Saber reassured him. “I’ll read the book and lie down briefly, but I need to find the best way to defeat Karna. I can’t afford to lose to him.” Her eyes shone with unshakable determination.

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Standing atop one of the castle’s towers, he silently observed her.

Saber swung her sword, and Chiron was captivated. Her movements were so precise and purposeful that he became entirely absorbed, failing to notice Rider’s arrival until she spoke.

“Hey, Archer, what are you looking at?” Rider asked.

“Saber,” Chiron answered, pointing toward the garden. “And her peerless swordsmanship.”

“Hmm…” Rider scratched her head, watching for a while before commenting, “Looks to me like she’s just flailing around.”

Chiron shook his head. “Every strike she makes is aimed at a vital point, even though her target is invisible. Her sword is swift, sealing off every possible escape route. It’s hard to imagine anyone being able to continuously evade her strikes. If such a person exists, their agility must be unmatched.”

“Evaded?” Rider asked, puzzled. “What’s she even slashing at? I don’t see anything.”

“No matter how fast or deadly her strikes, her target always seems to dodge. And they do it perfectly, with movements I can discern. Saber must have faced a formidable rival in the past to have refined such lethal techniques,” Chiron mused. He could only glimpse a fragment of her skill, and he was certain that such mastery didn’t exist in ancient Greece. He had neither seen nor performed anything like it.

“I don’t get it,” Rider said, sticking out her tongue playfully. “But her sword… it feels familiar, like I’ve seen it before.”

“Seen it?”

“Yeah, it feels really familiar. But Saber herself? Not so much. I can’t place it,” Rider said with a shrug. “Doesn’t matter. She’s an ally, so it’s all good.”

“So, why are you here?” Chiron asked.

“To give the kid some space,” Rider explained. “You said it yourself—you hope they can live their life to the fullest. So I went for a walk and bumped into you.”

“I hope you understand what you’re doing,” Chiron said, turning his gaze back to Saber. He watched her tireless training, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction, almost as if she were truly his pupil.

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T/N: hehe more training

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