Chapter 39: Reward for Death Fight

The battle on the top floor of the Hyatt Hotel must have been known to the Holy Church. So, even though the alarm sounded, Tatsuya knew that the church would take over quickly to cover up and handle the aftermath.

Next, he just needed to evacuate the hotel with Morgan.

But before evacuating, there was one last thing to deal with—the Servant standing in front of them.

At this moment, Diarmuid was covered in wounds. His light cloth armor was torn, and his exposed skin was bleeding everywhere. The blood had completely dyed this Celtic hero, making him look like he had just crawled out of hell.

He was leaning on the red spear in his right hand and barely holding the yellow spear in his left. One of his eyes could no longer open, blood flowed from his forehead, most of his face was covered in blood, and there were bloodstains at the corners of his mouth.

"You are still alive?" Tatsuya asked admiringly.

There is no record of Diarmuid continuing to fight after receiving a fatal injury, so as a Servant, he should not have the skill to continue the battle.

In this way, what supported the Servant Lancer to return to the top floor was his will or long-cherished wish to fight until the last moment when his spiritual base dissipated.

"Let me be clear in advance. I will not show any mercy." Morgan let out an inaudible sigh.

The five clones she left behind should have been able to kill Lancer downstairs, but in the end, Lancer still held on. After destroying all the clones, he dragged his remaining body to catch up.

"Of course... I'll just fight to the death..." Lancer's voice became ethereal.

In a few minutes, he would disappear completely because of the death of his master Keyneth and the limit of his own spiritual foundation.

Although Keyneth analyzed the seance ritual of the Fuyuki Holy Grail War, he left the part of providing magic power to the servants to his fiancée, Sola-Ui.

Keyneth is the only lord that Lancer recognizes.

"Your master has died in battle. There is no need for you to continue fighting." Tatsuya lowered his eyes and advised helplessly.

"Yeah... I know..." Lancer smiled weakly.

Diarmuid, known for his glorious appearance, exuded an extraordinary warrior charm at this moment.

He glanced at the crying Sola-Ui.

Lancer tried his best to catch up but could only see Keyneth dead in battle. He suddenly felt a sense of untimely relief and comfort in his heart.

Lord Sola-Ui, who doesn't like Keyneth, will probably realize what is truly precious after seeing Keyneth risking his life to save her, Diarmuid thought.

"...But..." He struggled to stand up straight, and this time he completely threw away the yellow spear in his hand, "...Since the master has fought to the last moment...the knight should also follow him to the death..."

He dragged his wounded body, swaying as he stood firm with the spear in both hands.

In his current state, he could only make one more move at most. Whether he could win or not was no longer important. This Celtic hero was just doing what he wanted to do and fulfilling his obligations until the last moment.

"I see."

Tatsuya said calmly, spreading his hands again and preparing to summon the Spear of Death.

That was his apprenticeship gift, and it was also a true treasure that existed in the world and was not possessed by a servant.

There are two reasons why it is not used as a catalyst.

One is that Master Scathach will definitely not be summoned.

The second is that Tatsuya himself simply had no intention.

For him, this spear is one of his trump cards.

However, the moment he opened his hands, the black magic spear fell into his hands first.

Turning his head to look at Morgan, he saw she had handed over the weapon silently, with no extra emotions in her eyes. Her eyes were firm and did not allow for any refusal.

After nodding silently, Tatsuya grasped the magic spear with one hand, turned sideways, and pointed the spear blade directly at Lancer's forehead.

The air flowing in the messy top-floor building, carrying the smell of blood and fire, lingered at the tip of Tatsuya's nose, and his heart gradually calmed down.

Everything was silent, the palm of his hand was completely dry, and the magic spear fit firmly in his grip.

Crackling—

The sound of paint peeling off the walls damaged by the battle became the signal for the start of war.

Diarmuid's eyes suddenly opened, with an unparalleled sharp light flashing in his eyes. He stepped forward with all his strength, and the tip of the spear passed through a tortuous route, and the sharp blade reflected a dazzling cold light.

He heard the sound of air tearing, as if the most ferocious snake in the jungle was biting its target.

But Diarmuid saw that Tatsuya's body had turned into a blurry afterimage, and a sharp blade shot out from the afterimage, taking a straight path, and the two passed each other with a sharp whistle.

More blood flowed and fell to the floor, and Diarmuid's red spear also fell from his hand and dropped to the floor.

The pool of blood beneath him slowly expanded, and Lancer fell to his knees helplessly.

"...beautiful..." he exclaimed with his last words.

Tatsuya grabbed the upper part of the magic spear and swung it hard, splashing all the blood on the ground. "Thank you for the compliment."

Morgan, who was watching the fight from the side, slowly followed Tatsuya's footsteps and left with him in silence.

Lancer felt his consciousness gradually weakening. His soul core had just been completely shattered by Tatsuya's attack. Even with the three Command Spells, he could no longer continue fighting.

The Servant of the Spear lost, but his heart was fulfilled at this moment.

During his lifetime, he was unable to remain loyal to the very end, but after his death, he fought to the very end as a servant with his master.

It is not impossible to say that I have no regrets at all. I was victorious in every battle in my life, but as a servant, I was unable to achieve a victory and was unable to dedicate the victory to my master.

He even failed to protect his lord, causing him to die in battle.

The battlefield is ruthless, and the situation of soldiers is ever-changing.

The Holy Grail War brings together heroes from all ages, and this is all I can do since I am not as skilled as them.

He saw Sola-Ui fainted due to the double impact and wanted to do something as a subordinate, but the short distance of ten meters seemed like an insurmountable chasm that prevented him from moving even a bit.

The darkness was torn apart by the faint light, and Diarmuid suddenly opened his eyes. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of the hotel, he saw that this city, which was far away from the era in which he lived, had welcomed another morning.

Suddenly, Diarmuid thought he saw Princess Grainne, Finn MacCool, and the Knights of Fianna.

If possible, he wanted to tell his old friends about his short two-day battle.

And an enemy beyond imagination.

"First... let me start with the warrior who appeared before me, like the great god Odin, accompanied by a flock of crows..."

After silently starting it in his mind, Diarmuid smiled slightly at the way he described himself and disappeared into the dim morning light of Fuyuki.

Holy Grail War, Night 2.

Lancer, defeated.

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