Magician in Type-Moon

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"Madam, it's me, Hisayu Maiya. We were just chatting, weren't we? The Matou family's Master and Servants have already attacked, and Kiritsugu sent me here to protect you."

Irisviel frowned, her heart filled with unease. She looked directly into 'Mai's' eyes, trying to see through her true intentions.

Instead of launching an attack immediately, the other party completely took control of the room.

"Does this mean they think they've got me cornered?" Irisviel wondered.

But it seems that this is indeed the case; I am ultimately not good at combat.

The magic of clairvoyance inherent in the crystal ball has been severed, and Irisviel has completely lost contact with the outside world.

But she still wanted to try to resist.

Irisviel infused magic into the silver threads.

The slender metal coil immediately loosened and began to flow like a living organism between her five fingers.

This was a technique Kiritsugu taught her, or rather, a technique she developed herself because she wanted to fight alongside Kiritsugu Emiya.

Irisviel's inherited family magic is indeed all about the refining, creation, and application of materials.

She knew almost nothing about any magic that could directly cause harm or destruction, and Kiritsugu did not teach her any offensive magic.

Furthermore, regarding the ranks of magicians, Irisviel's rank was actually higher than her husband's, so Kiritsugu could not possibly be her mentor in magic.

Kiritsugu taught Irisviel a way of life different from that of a doll.

Whether crying or laughing, he sang of joy and anger with his life—he taught Irisviel the true meaning of the word 'to live'.

These instructions also taught Irisviel the will and determination to 'survive'.

Even if you're in dire straits, you have to fight back before you can surrender safely, right?

Chapter 115 Can't Tell

【Form, be given life!】

The two short verses were sung in one go, and the magic trick was completed in an instant.

The Einzbern family's secret technique, manipulating precious metal forms, once again showcases their unparalleled skill. This family art is unmatched in the magic world, its intricate and complex manipulations leaving other magicians far behind.

The silver threads darted about like serpents, drawing graceful arcs in the air, seemingly alive with their own life. These threads intertwined and entwined, forming a complex three-dimensional structure that gradually outlined a majestic eagle.

No, it's not just about imitating appearances—

Its wings spread wide, sharp as swords, as if they could slice through the air with a single, gentle swipe.

Its sharp beak is incredibly sharp, seemingly capable of piercing through an enemy's armor with a single blow.

Its feet, adorned with sharp, hooked claws, inspire awe. These claws are as hard as iron hooks and can easily tear through an enemy's defenses.

Every feather of this eagle seems meticulously crafted, shimmering with a silvery light, giving it a deadly and eerie beauty.

The silver eagle spread its wings and soared into the sky, circling once before letting out a deafening cry, as if announcing its imminent entry into battle to protect its master.

'Kyeeee!!'

The silver-haired eagle let out a sharp cry, like metal blades rubbing against each other, and took flight from Irisviel's arm.

This is a hastily created artificial life form through alchemy. Irisviel entrusted her life to this 'weapon' when she faced a life-or-death situation.

The silver eagle flew with the speed of a bullet, far exceeding 'Mai's' imagination. It drew a silver arc in the air and swooped down towards 'Mai' with lightning speed.

'Maimi' reacted immediately, quickly twisting her body to barely dodge the fatal blow. The razor-sharp beak grazed her nose, bringing a chilling sensation.

The silver-haired eagle missed its first attack and immediately circled above 'Mai Mi's' head, preparing to launch the next offensive.

This time, it spread its claws and swiftly grabbed at 'Maimi's' face. The claws gleamed with a silver light, as if they could tear her face apart in the next instant.

However, 'Maimi' was not one to only defend. Facing the deadly attack of the silver-haired eagle, she was fearless, quickly adjusted her posture, and stood firmly on her feet.

Just as the grappling hook was about to grab her face, a fist swung out with all its might.

This attack method was completely different from the original Maiya, which further confirmed Irisviel's thoughts—this guy was just putting on a mask.

The eagle, swooping down at breakneck speed, was unable to change course, and the iron fist struck it squarely in the abdomen. However, it was 'Mai' who cried out in surprise.

The moment the fist struck, the eagle's body twisted violently, instantly transforming back into irregular silver threads. These threads, as if alive, rapidly climbed and wrapped around her right fist like vines.

'Maimi' immediately reacted and tried to tear off the tangled silver threads with her left hand; however, her left hand was also caught in the silver threads.

The silver threads, which had been soaring through the air in the form of an eagle, now bound 'Mai's' hands tightly like handcuffs.

A hint of tension crossed Irisviel's face; she knew this was the perfect opportunity for her to retaliate.

Irisviel shouted, channeling more magic into the silver threads. A tuft of silver thread untied from the ball and stretched out, this time flying through the air like a long snake.

The silver threads tightened rapidly, and not only were 'Mai's' hands firmly bound, but her entire body was now unable to move.

She struggled, trying to break free of the restraints, but the silver threads tightened more and more, almost cutting her arms apart.

The silver threads hummed softly in the air, as if responding to Irisviel's magic.

“Madam, do you think you can win like this?” When 'Maimi' said this, it was as if Irisviel, not the one who was bound to the spot, was the one who was tied to the spot.

Of course, she certainly has the right to say such things.

Mrs. Irisviel has already given her response, showing no intention of surrendering.

Then I'll have to resort to violence to make her behave.

The black mud surged around 'Maimi', writhing and expanding as if alive. The mud, like a corrosive liquid, gradually eroded and dissolved the silver threads.

"You think you can trap me with mere silver threads?" 'Mai Mi's' voice turned low and cold.

Seeing this, Irisviel felt a pang of anxiety and hurriedly increased her magical output, trying to strengthen the binding of the silver threads.

However, the black mud corroded extremely quickly, and the silver threads were gradually corroded and became too fragile to serve their binding function.

"Let's take a break, madam. Let's watch the wonderful performance outside first."

......

Faced with that head of long golden hair and that pure and flawless face, Gilles de Rais always felt a strange sense of absurdity.

In the daze of battle, I kept thinking that I was on the opposite side of Joan of Arc.

Berserker's every move was filled with rage and despair; deep within his heart, there always seemed to be an indescribable pain and sorrow tearing him apart.

Her long golden hair and holy face made him momentarily unable to distinguish whether the opponent before him was an enemy or the saintess of the past.

Gilles de Rais's heart was filled with contradictions and pain; each of his attacks was mixed with endless resentment and fanaticism.

The Saber before him was not only an enemy, but also a mirror, reflecting the darkest corner of his heart, making him involuntarily overlap her with the image of Joan of Arc.

Although he was now fully conscious and knew that the knight opposite him was not the figure under the banner.

But I couldn't suppress my urge to confide in her, to tell her how I'd been since she left...

But it's not just that; there's even a feeling of wanting to tear it apart...

This is utterly absurd, considering he is a staunch supporter of Joan of Arc.

“This is a magic book I found. Historically, it was given to me by my dear friend Plasova to teach me the magic of commanding a demon army. What do you think, Joan of Arc? No army that has ever gathered in Orleans has ever been as magnificent as this one.”

Saber didn't answer. She was tightly bound by tentacles and couldn't understand what the other was saying. She just assumed that Berserker was mocking his army for being inferior to these mere sea monsters.

Are you kidding me? How could the knights of Great Britain possibly lose to such a monster?

Putting aside themselves, even the few on the outer perimeter of the Knights of the Round Table would have no problem dealing with these monsters.

Considering that the other party is a Servant who appears in the world as a Berserker, it seems that I understand a little. Although I feel some pity based on the virtues of a knight, we will eventually become enemies who fight each other.

"What are you talking about, you ugly monster? Have you lost your mind?" Saber mocked directly, trying to bewitch the other party.

The opposing knight's arrogant fighting spirit and bursting killing intent pulled Gilles de Rais back to reality.

With the help of the sea monster, Saber was temporarily imprisoned in place, which gave Berserker an excellent opportunity.

He gripped the flagpole tightly, his eyes flashing with determination.

Once this one thrust is delivered, everything will be over, and both sides will be freed from this endless battle.

Berserker's figure transformed into a black lightning bolt, charging towards Saber.

His movements were as fast as lightning, and a strong stench of decay filled the air.

The flagpole hummed in his hand, as if foreshadowing the impending fatal blow.

Chapter 116 I'm going to take this mistake you made.

"—Alright. I'll show you the style of a British knight."

Saber's low, muttered monologue was chillingly calm. She unleashed the power dormant within her heart, and the flames of rage burned fiercely in her eyes.

The restless sea monster trembled; what shook Berserker's eardrums was not sound, but a powerful shockwave.

A long, furious roar and a burst of magical energy erupted from the girl's petite body.

In that instant, it seemed as if the entire world trembled.

The clump of tentacles enveloping her body couldn't even last a second before it all snapped, turning into tiny pieces of flesh that scattered and vanished completely.

The powerful shockwave shattered the sea monster's remains into pieces, creating a horrific scene.

Even the slime clinging to her body was shaken away completely, and Saber's silver armor regained its flawless brilliance.

Saber stood at the center of the swarm of sea monsters, her petite frame radiating an undeniable power.

At the center of the swarm of sea monsters, the girl stood with a solemn and sacred posture, like a war god, her eyes burning with raging fury as she stared directly at the black flag spear that Berserker was thrusting at her.

The Berserker, panting heavily from Saber's overwhelming pressure, showed not fear or hesitation on his face, but rather a dazed and oblivious expression.

"Joan of Arc? No...it's not..."

Berserker muttered to himself, his mind troubled by a complex mix of emotions, but he did not stop his attack.

The flag spear, carrying churning black mud, thrust towards Saber with astonishing speed, as if to devour her completely.

The biting wind from the swords and the filthy bayonets ignited the flames of this deadly duel.

Irisviel was being held hostage by 'Maimi' and was watching the battle unfolding in the crystal ball with bated breath.

The 'clairvoyance' set up on the crystal ball has been restored. It was Maiya who restored the magical communication in the room so that Kiritsugu Emiya and Saber would not discover the anomaly in the basement.