This Is My Holy Grail War [110]

Gordes wiped the sweat streaming down his forehead. His overweight body seemed to radiate heat the moment he moved, causing sweat to flow like a breached dam, unstoppable.

Even though the sun had long since set and the cool night air should have brought some relief, Gordes found himself bent over, panting heavily. But this wasn’t entirely his fault—his constitution was simply like this. No matter what he did, even drinking water seemed to make him gain weight.

“Is the car… not ready yet?!” he barked at a nearby homunculus. “Didn’t I tell you to have it prepared in advance?! If we fail to properly welcome Ruler, I’ll hold you all accountable!”

“We’re preparing it as quickly as possible,” replied a short-haired homunculus in a calm, mechanical tone. She was one of Gordes’s proudest creations, personally designed to oversee his daily needs.

“Your efficiency has been terrible lately!” Gordes snapped. Deep down, he knew much of the delay was due to his own carelessness—he’d taken an unintended nap and missed the optimal departure time. But his pride as their creator wouldn’t allow him to admit this aloud.

“Saber, are you ready?” he called out, glancing toward the empty space behind him where he knew his Servant, Lancelot, was hiding.

“I am always ready.”

A heavy, rasping voice answered from the air, its timbre so thick it seemed to taint the fresh atmosphere. In spirit form, Saber’s voice lacked the melodic charm she possessed in her physical state. However, Saber rarely showed herself, preferring to remain hidden.

Though he had summoned a Saber-class Servant, Gordes found her temperament unpredictable. As Lancelot, the unparalleled knight of the Round Table, she had maintained a constant vigilance since her summoning, rarely interacting with anyone.

Her intellect and caution stood out—every other allied Servant’s true name had been exposed, but hers remained a mystery. Gordes couldn’t decide whether having such a guarded Servant was a blessing or a curse. At the very least, she had divulged her simple wish to him: to survive.

“Then let’s depart,” Gordes instructed, pulling out a map and pointing to a marked location. “Here. Get there as quickly as possible. I want Ruler to feel our enthusiasm!”

“Understood.” The homunculus took the map, opened the car door for Gordes, and climbed into the driver’s seat herself.

The journey was silent, giving Gordes time to indulge in fantasies about his future. If I can successfully convince Ruler to visit our base, even Darnic will have to take me more seriously!

As the car rumbled along the bumpy road, Gordes gazed out the window, his eyes catching the pale blue moon above. Its light reminded him of his Servant’s attire—a shade of blue that seemed almost otherworldly. For a moment, he paused to reflect on the peculiarity of Lancelot being a woman.

To be honest, his Servant was incredibly beautiful. Without prior knowledge of her identity, few would suspect she was Saber, much less a knight of legend.

Then it hit him—a troubling realization.

Saber’s appearance and gender bore a striking resemblance to the Red faction’s Saber. Their golden hair, emerald eyes, even the style of their armaments—it was uncanny.

“Saber,” Gordes called cautiously, “the Red Saber looks remarkably like you. Do you know her?”

“No.”

Her voice, still disembodied, gave nothing away. Unable to see her expression, Gordes couldn’t tell if his Servant was lying.

Before he could press further, an explosion erupted on the road ahead!

Fiery debris lit up the night sky as smoke blotted out the moonlight. The once-smooth road was now a shattered mess of craters and rubble.

Gordes’s wide eyes caught sight of the Red faction’s Lancer, whose golden spear had struck the ground with devastating force. His target: Ruler, who was traveling on foot nearby.

This was an opportunity.

“Stop the car!” Gordes shouted. “Saber, go assist Ruler!”

In an instant, Saber materialized from the shadows, her figure breaking free from the night. Mana surged around her, flowing into her blade as she charged directly at the Red Lancer.

Clang!

Sword met spear in an explosive collision, the force of the impact like a detonation of C4. The shockwave bent streetlights and sent debris flying.

The Red Lancer’s overwhelming strength became evident as he held his ground against Saber’s assault. Their respective mana—blue and crimson—clashed in stark contrast, a line of division where Saber now stood protectively in front of Ruler.

“We’re here to escort you, Ruler,” Gordes announced as he rushed forward, his voice tinged with concern. “Are you hurt?”

“The Black Saber and her Master?” Ruler, brushing back her golden hair, gave a polite nod. “I’m unharmed. Thank you for your concern.”

“Indeed!” Gordes puffed up with pride as he introduced himself. He began to suggest teaming up against the Red Lancer, but Ruler refused outright.

“No. I am Jeanne d’Arc, the adjudicator of this Holy Grail War. By the authority of the Lord, I must remain impartial. As a referee, I cannot take sides, even if the Red Lancer has attacked me.”

The saint’s calm, resolute demeanor left no room for argument.

“You two against me?” The Red Lancer’s voice cut through the tension as he raised his golden spear and pointed it forward. His deadpan delivery felt almost mocking.

“Kill him, Saber!” Gordes roared. “Tear that Lancer apart!”

“Oh? So, I’ll have to deal with you before I can get to Ruler,” Lancer muttered, turning his gaze toward Saber. He didn’t attack immediately, instead studying her intently.

“Your eyes... they’re strange. Neither a demon’s nor a hero’s. You tread a curious line between the two—poised to become either. You’re the most peculiar warrior I’ve ever encountered,” he remarked, his tone blunt and unfiltered.

“Is that so?” Saber tilted her head slightly. “Between the two, I’d rather be a hero.”

Then, she turned to Ruler, her question seemingly out of place but carrying a note of long-held curiosity.

“Ruler, you can discern true names, can’t you? It’s an ability granted by your class. Could you tell me my true name?”

Ruler hesitated, glancing at Gordes for his opinion. “Using my ability would reveal your true name to everyone present. Are you sure you want that?”

“Absolutely not!” Gordes interrupted, his voice laced with panic. He was growing increasingly unsure about his Servant.

“I don’t understand why you’d want to know, Saber,” Ruler said, her tone careful. But as she attempted to activate her ability, her expression shifted to one of shock. “Wait… I can’t see your true name! It’s obscured—or perhaps you have none at all?”

“I understand. Thank you for the information.”

With a quiet sigh, Saber dashed toward Red Lancer.

The ground shook, the sound of an explosion rocking the skies!

Gordes wiped his sore eyes. The horrifying battle between Servants made it difficult to see. The crimson streaks darting through the night were dazzling, and he couldn’t help but feel nervous for Saber.

“Come on, Saber! Take down that Lancer!”

Battles, especially this kind of close-quarters fighting, were entirely outside Gordes’s expertise. All he could do was cheer for his Servant, though he was confident in her strength.

But Saber’s response was one that filled Gordes with deep disappointment!

He watched as the blades collided. Neither Saber nor Lancer retreated. Their weapons—sword and spear—pointed directly at each other.

But when their weapons parted, blood sprayed into the air, and the crimson hue of Saber’s blood stained Lancer’s golden spear.

“Saber!” Gordes yelled, horrified. “You’re the strongest class! How can you lose to Lancer?! Get up, get up!”

Saber had fallen, and Gordes was terrified. He had been excited beyond measure when she was summoned, but now reality was like a bucket of cold water.

Saber had been killed by Lancer?!

Impossible. It couldn’t be true! She was the strongest class in the Holy Grail War!

In a stunned, fearful silence, he saw Saber’s body lying in a pool of blood. He unconsciously swallowed nervously, his anxiety intensifying.

He could feel his heartbeat racing.

Because Lancer’s gaze turned toward him, a deadly stare. The spear seemed to gleam like the scythe of death itself!

“Ruler, help me! I don’t want to die, not yet!”

Panicked, Gordes scrambled behind Ruler, shaking as he pleaded, “Please, Ruler! Red Lancer wants to kill me!”

“You are a participant in the Holy Grail War, Master. I have no right to interfere unless you relinquish your position as a Master.”

Ruler’s refusal was cold and final. She ignored Gordes’s pleas.

“That’s only fair, right? My Servant is already…” Gordes swallowed again, his neck stiff as he glanced at Saber’s lifeless body. “What a useless waste... To think Saber, of all classes, couldn’t defeat Lancer. She had such a good position, yet...” He stammered, unable to finish his sentence as he continued to berate Saber in his fear.

Under the dim moonlight, the scarlet blood stained the earth, and Saber lay motionless in her pool of blood. Her hand still clutched her sword, though the vicious wound on her body revealed bone—an unsettling sight.

“No, your Servant is still alive,” Ruler stated calmly, observing. “Black Saber is still alive.”

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T/N: She actually ties or beats Karna in most stats except NP!

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