Night, at a port in Fuyuki City filled with shipping containers.
A luxurious private cruise ship was docked there.
In the darkness, many pairs of eyes were watching.
Among them were Emiya Kiritsugu and Maiya Hisau.
The two of them lurked in the shadows, holding sniper rifles.
Beside each of them followed a spiritualized Knight of the Round Table.
In fact, the news that the Master of the Einzbern Family was about to arrive in Fuyuki City was information they had leaked intentionally.
Emiya Kiritsugu, along with his assistant Maiya Hisau, had arrived in Fuyuki early by plane, each bringing a Servant with them.
Meanwhile, Irisviel, along with King Arthur and all the remaining Knights of the Round Table, traveled by private cruise ship, sightseeing along the way before finally arriving in Fuyuki City.
Using some magical means, the cruise ship took only two days to reach Fuyuki.
This arrangement was naturally because Emiya Kiritsugu wanted to use the leaked news to lure out other Masters and Servants.
If possible, he would eliminate them on the spot.
Emiya Kiritsugu was a professional at killing Mages; he would use any means necessary, without limits, to kill other Masters.
Even if he couldn’t eliminate other teams, gaining intelligence and forcing Servants to reveal their Noble Phantasms to prepare countermeasures early was also excellent.
As the cruise ship docked and settled, everyone watching from the shadows noticed:
A beautiful white-haired woman and a young blond knight stepped off the ship.
“Gawain?”
Lancelot, hidden in the shadows, was stunned.
He recognized the identity of the blond youth; it was none other than one of the Knights of the Round Table, the Knight of the Sun, Gawain.
Gawain took a step forward, shielding Irisviel.
“Alright, everyone in the shadows, show yourselves.”
“The Knight of the Sun, Gawain, is here. You are all welcome to come and challenge me.”
Gawain slowly drew the [Excalibur Galatine] from his waist.
Instantly, the port, which was already shrouded in night, became incredibly bright.
Endless sunlight shone down from the sky, making the place as bright as high noon.
Under this sunlight, Gawain’s physical attributes were tripled, and he received a continuous supply of magical energy.
This was exactly where the title ‘Knight of the Sun’ came from.
He was known as the knight who would never fall as long as there was sunlight.
In legend, even someone as strong as Lancelot could not defeat Gawain during the day.
He could only wait until nightfall to defeat Gawain once he lost the protection of the sun—which also indirectly proved Lancelot’s strength.
But because of the blessing of [Eternal Night], he turned the entire battlefield into daylight.
Lancelot knew the origin of that blessing; it was bestowed by that great King.
“Saber, if you were allowed to use your Noble Phantasm, would you be confident in killing that Gawain?”
At that moment, his Master Kayneth’s voice echoed in his mind.
“Thanks to the magical energy supply from you and those Mana Reactors, I can now release my Noble Phantasm multiple times in a short period. Defeating him is not difficult to achieve.”
“But if you mean killing Gawain during the daytime… please forgive me, for I find it hard to do.”
Lancelot considered for a moment and gave a negative answer.
“Is that so? It seems this Gawain is indeed a troublesome enemy.” Kayneth naturally knew the legends of the Knights of the Round Table.
He knew how terrifying Gawain was under the protection of the sun.
Even with the benefit of a massive magical energy supply,
Lancelot’s current attributes had reached a luxurious level of Strength A, Endurance A+, Agility A, and Mana B+, and he could freely release an A+ rank Noble Phantasm.
But he still couldn’t achieve a kill.
“Then what if the target is shifted to that woman?” Kayneth added.
If the Servant couldn’t be dealt with, taking out the Master was also a good strategy.
Lancelot said without hesitation, “Master, please allow me to refuse.”
“Heh, the boring spirit of a knight.” Kayneth shook his head, his tone quite disdainful.
“Please do not say that, Master. This is our lifelong pursuit.” Lancelot frowned.
This Master’s magical energy supply was sufficient, but he himself was too arrogant.
He didn’t seem to view Servants as heroes, but merely as familiars to be ordered around.
“Hehe.” Kayneth chuckled.
“Then go and test that Gawain.”
“Yes.”
Lancelot deactivated his spirit form and emerged from the shadows.
At that moment, Gawain and the Knights of the Round Table beside Emiya Kiritsugu and Maiya Hisau all experienced massive emotional swings, wishing they could rush forward and cut him down immediately.
“So you are here!” Gawain said with gritted teeth, twisting the holy sword in his hand as the blade reflected a vast amount of sunlight.
“It has been a long time, Sir Gawain.” Lancelot was in no hurry to draw his sword; instead, he sighed after hearing Gawain’s resentful tone.
“You think you’re worthy of calling me that?” Gawain laughed in anger.
Lancelot was silent for a moment, his face looking as if it had aged several years.
Anyone could see his current decadence and dejection.
“I’m sorry.” Lancelot finally spoke, saying something unexpected.
Those two Heroic Spirits seemed to have a deep relationship in their past lives.
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Some other Masters and Servants thought.
After all, Gawain had already introduced himself, so someone with a deep connection to him was very likely to be one of the Round Table.
“So you do know you were wrong.”
Lancelot said, “I know I was terribly wrong. If it weren’t for me, perhaps Great Britain would never have fallen.”
“I am an unpardonable sinner, without a doubt… so I want to accept the King’s judgment and die by her sword.”
Gawain sneered.
“A madman like you is not worthy of defiling my King’s holy sword.”
“Let me execute you, you damned traitor, right here!”
Gawain let out a war cry and charged at Lancelot, swinging his sword without mercy, every strike aimed to kill.
Lancelot could only draw his sword to meet the challenge, engaging Gawain in close combat.
“Clang!”
“Clash!”
Every time their blades met, there was the sound of metal clashing, with sparks flying from time to time.
Occasionally, both sides would channel magical energy into their blades; upon collision, a massive force erupted, causing the ground beneath them to crack like a spiderweb.
If a blade was dodged, it could easily slice through a shipping container or even violently crush it flat.
Such destruction was caused by mere melee combat.
One could only imagine what kind of impact they would cause if they released their Noble Phantasms!
Are these Heroic Spirits?
Seeing this scene, many Masters present gained a deeper understanding of the existence known as Heroic Spirits.
They were beings that humans could never hope to contend with.
‘Maiya, have you spotted the enemy Master?’
After watching the Servants’ battle for a moment, Emiya Kiritsugu turned his sniper scope, searching every possible hiding spot based on his experience.
But unfortunately, he found nothing.
So he asked Maiya Hisau via the radio communicator.
Her position was different from his, and her field of vision was different; she might have discovered something.
‘No, I haven’t,’ Maiya Hisau replied.
‘But I’ve discovered an existence suspected to be a Servant.’
‘Not good!
That Servant is heading for Irisviel!’