Ah, this place is surely, a park where children play around under the sun.
It’s a kind place.
It’s a warm place.
If there were some of herself in it――――
She would’ve certainly been looking lovingly, at its brilliance, surely.
As she disengaged her spiritual body transformation.
As she opened her closed eyelids slowly.
Lancer, embraced those kinds of deep emotions.
She couldn’t turn all of her attention to the reconstructed dwelling and the ruins that must’ve been further below her feet.
The only thing that was reflected with any meaning in her view, was just, a set of playground equipment.
She could grasp that she wasn’t relying on the automatically bestowed knowledge that she received from the Grail.
Surely it was her own bright cheerful voice resounding.
It wasn’t a time when it was filled with just darkness like this, the proper time was when it was like the sunshine, gave rise to the sunlight filtering through trees.
The woman――――
Lancer, floated just a bit of a smile.
She had felt the state of the park in the daytime where the electric lights didn’t have to function as light for the night.
Immediately, after that…..
She exhaled a deep breath, making an expression that was amply filled with sadness and emptiness.
The switchover of that expression, was somewhat, fast.
Lancer: “……….”
She exhaled, again.
Lancer for sure, felt the life or death struggle that had been carried out just a while ago in a corner of the Suginami Ward.
She had tried to kill the 5 mingled Servants, in the Reiroukan Mansion where the other Servants who were implicated to be aligned with the current head of the Reiroukan family, who was regarded as Caster’s Master had been expecting her.
However at the end of it, the figure of the mad beast hadn’t been taken down in a battle with the 3rd ranked Servant which had also included Lancer, he was annihilated by the rain of light that came down from Rider’s solar ship, which ran through the heavens far surpassing the speed of sound.
A not too quick death?
No.
An idle death?
No.
That was at the end of the battle where he mustered a desperate effort.
It was the radiance of a noble hero’s life.
As his heart was first pierced where the spiritual wound that was caused by the invisible hard sword was, as he was taking the blow from the large lance in these hands that similarly severed his body from behind, as he was taking the countless magical flying arrows with his whole body, the beast continued to swing his sharp claws which exceeded the forged steel sword as he raised a howl.
That for sure was Berserker the mad warrior.
That was surely not the official warrior of god.
She could now confess that the owner of the soul rivalled that of Erik the Red.
Lancer felt, that if she herself had perhaps continued to be her father’s daughter, if she was one of her sisters who weren’t Heroic Spirits, then even must’ve been certainly guided to the place where the mad beast’s soul that didn’t care for the trends of the Holy Grail War was.
It, must’ve been the supreme compliment with which she could treat the existence called herself.
That mad beast who had probably already lost his Master, could be appropriately, called a hero.
In the Mages who lived in the modern era’s viewpoint, he might’ve even been called an “Anti-Hero,” but that kind of thing didn’t concern her.
After all in the first place, ahh, there were so many differences between that beast and herself.
Lancer: “If there weren’t, such differences…..”
Quietly.
Lancer asked herself in the uninhabited park.
Right, was there something in those differences?
Even if there was a hint of aptitude, they would’ve been forcibly planted into insanity if they had been completely summoned into a class called Berserker once.
The forced bestowment of skills can sometimes occur even if it involves the other classes, but it can probably be said that Berserker itself is the most ruthless.
The Mad Enhancement Skill.
The Greater Grail which is said to be sleeping somewhere in Tokyo, always completely snatches away the reasoning from Berserker.
For herself, without being completely forced by the Holy Grail, ahh, right――――
She was mad from the start.
She was going mad.
Even if she hadn’t associated her kind of madness as a skill for example, certainly, it was because there was a seething fire in her heart, which was burning brightly to the point that she was going mad.
Lancer: “You’re a kind person.”
See.
She had already cracked it.
Unconsciously the words slipped from her lips sliding from her tongue.
Ah, Ahh.
Like she thought she was going mad.
She saw the sad mad beast’s death.
She saw a battle that was like a raging storm that ignored his overwhelming handicap.
Even though she must’ve been born as she was there, if she was herself in the days of lore, even if she was probably delighted that the single thing that she had found was her fated hero, and had cried with pride at that soul’s nobility, It couldn’t be helped as such.
It wasn’t a problem even if she didn’t wish for it.
She probably couldn’t grieve or cry even one tear at the beast’s sorrow.
This was at the bottom of the bottom, inside of the inside of the woman’s breasts which were covered by her divine steel armour.
My soul, in other words, her flame, wouldn’t let it happen.
She wrung out just one image which floated in her mind, cracking her heart, heat invading her consciousness, helplessly seeking just one thing which continued to smoulder in her chest.
In other words.
The first ranked Servant.
Her beloved blue silver knight.
Saber.
Lancer: “……..Truly. It is because, you’re a kind person.”
Her voice.
His charm.
Were mixing.
Even though, she truly wouldn’t do that in that manner.
“That person” was already gone.
He’s not here.
Despite knowing that, however, he buried his thoughts and awareness.
He wouldn’t do that.
Even though it wasn’t like she wanted to think about him, despite having felt the beast’s last moments, ahh, ahh, it wouldn’t stop!
She couldn’t accurately call to mind that face, without closing her eyelids.
The knight that extended his hand, and even the mad beast who was a fiercely howling enemy Servant.
Of course, it wasn’t like he was actually extending his right hand.
He extended it with that invisible sword, which had its true form concealed and was surely his terribly powerful Noble Phantasm to the beast.
Just how did it sound, to a mad beast who sought death by an accurately grand single one on one fight, to that anti-hero who was reduced to being a beast?
It was certainly there like the compassionate hand of a saint.
Was he kind because of his sword?
If she said that sort of thing existed on the earth’s surface, what would her great father probably answer with?
Lancer: “I sure am meeting just a lot of kind people, in this town.”
She muttered.
She whispered.
Lancer, turned around behind her as her silver hair swayed.
Lancer: “You, are too. Archer.”
Her purple gaze.
Whenever practicable, as much as possible.
While being careful to not be consumed by blood lust.
It was like the incident hadn’t occurred as her own inner fire was somehow sent out at a glance.
Ahead of her gaze which was filled with impossible mysteries, was the single, figure of a robust man.
One of the Heroic Spirits that had been coerced by the Holy Grail to exist by serving a Magus who was a Master as a Servant, but if she took into account the mad beast that had lost his life tonight, should she ought to say that he was one of the 6 remaining Servants?
She couldn’t catch sight of the large deep crimson bow which must’ve been his original weapon, in that hand.
Ahh, like I thought.
Like I thought.
This person was also kind.
Just how much would the Greater Grail be satisfied by if she confused herself?
Even though she had actually, one, heart that was being deeply overwhelmed in this chest.
Even though she shouldn’t have one.
――――These kind and strong heroes were somehow lined up in front of her like a treat like this.
Archer: “Whoops, I’m not gonna fight you.”
His tan body.
His thoroughly trained body was certainly robust.
His voice which she felt was even a refreshing thing in its clear sound, and his charming expressions, could certainly captivate many young girls, and was surely adored by many of the people in his nation.
A hero.
He was a hero.
Her urges which she should’ve abandoned on that far off distant day was calling her.
Ahh, there were too many heroes, here!
Archer: “That’s already enough for tonight. Calm down that troublesome Berserker has fallen. Additionally, if another Servant wishes to drop out, it’d be sacrilege against the guy who reached an honourable death.”
Archer, fleetingly showed his figure near the reconstructed house.
While thinking in a corner of her consciousness now if it was a somewhat strange building, Lancer looked at him.
There was a bit, of a pause.
He wasn’t going to try and approach her.
The one who didn’t approach her whose strong point was unsheathed point-blank combat, could say that it was obvious.
But, it wasn’t like he could say that he was especially suited to range combat himself.
It was to the point that he had guessed it when they had encountered each other a few days ago, even if there was a gap for Archer who could probably cover the whole Tokyo metropolitan area, there were still the rest of them.
There was still his Noble Phantasm which he was still concealing, but even if Tokyo was transformed into scorched earth way before Rider who soared through the heavens did so, he wouldn’t be very surprised by it.
However.
He, wouldn’t ever let that happen.
Otherwise the thing that he felt at the start of the hostilities would be a mistake.
Lancer: “So?”
Archer: “We have to talk. I think it won’t be a bad talk even for you. What will you do, do you want to listen? Of course, it’s not like its free of charge, but I can reduce it for you if it’s now.”
Lancer: “Ah.”
She, just smiled.
He had mentioned some as expected words.
She sensed it in his voice, his gentle gaze which had no traces of blood lust in it.
Lancer: “Like I thought, you’re the same. It seems you’re like that too.”
Archer: “Huh?”
Lancer: “Nothing……”
Let’s be patient.
She would endure it.
She mustn’t let her feelings explode.
She would wait for his words.
Lancer instinctively strongly shook the lance, which was her Noble Phantasm.
As she ignored the entire super heavy weight of it which had easily surpassed 200 kilograms already, lightly, as she carried it like it was rolling in the palm of her hand.
While enduring the seething heat of it, whilst weighing the excitable thing, she paid attention so as to not let the fire escape.
Still feeling it.
She let out words that weren’t a great lie.
Lancer: “Since there is just one kind person here. I’m completely at a loss.”
Originally Posted by Mcjon01
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