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As a Mangaka at TYPE-MOON!

I originally thought this was a world like any ordinary urban novel... Drawing manga and traveling is quite enjoyable. But could you please tell me what's the deal with this magus named Emiya Kiritsugu who suddenly appeared in my face? Who changed the setting? And it seems that now I can enter the world of the manga I created and get a reward?

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[195] Subspecies Holy Grail War

"It's over—"

Even with one eye gouged out, Priest Neil Edington remained resolute.

While he lost an eye on his side, the Dead Apostle...

Several black keys on his chest were about to lead him down the path to hell.

"Pray, I will forgive you."

"Ugh..." The Dead Apostle supported his knees, barely managing not to collapse.

Blood continued to flow from the wound, staining the ground red.

"Over?" The Dead Apostle, Colin Kidd, laughed, a hearty laugh. With a wide grin, he said, "It's over for you! Haha, it seems you haven't noticed. Do you know why I went to the Mystic Eye Collection Train? Why did I go there specifically? Just to avoid you?"

The priest frowned, unsure of what Colin Kidd wanted to say. However, whatever he wanted didn't matter.

The dead don't plot.

"Do you know about the Holy Grail War?" The Dead Apostle said as a massive black creature appeared on the ground, blocking the priest's path. He placed his hand on one of the black keys on his chest.

Hiss—

The black key burned his hand, causing intense pain with just a touch.

If two magus, one from the fair fight between magus and the other from the Church, were evenly matched in a one-on-one battle.

And then, these two joined forces against a Dead Apostle.

It was very likely that the magus would fail, and the Church would easily win.

For Dead Apostles, the people of the Church were their natural enemies.

The wound wouldn't stop bleeding. Even pulling out one black key caused excruciating pain, and the flesh on his hand immediately necrotized.

"The Holy Grail War in Fuyuki, the land of winter in the Far East... Of course, it ended in failure, and the Greater Grail was taken away by the Clock Tower. These are well-known facts. But there's something you might not know. The Subspecies Holy Grail War!"

The priest's pupils slightly contracted as a large black magic circle appeared on the ground, summoned by the Dead Apostle.

"Go to the Mystic Eye Collection Train. Because there were still three days left until the Subspecies Holy Grail War started! But— the Subspecies Holy Grail War has already begun! Come forth, my Servant!"

"No need for an incantation?"

The priest quickly retreated, feeling the tremendous threat.

Wasn't he supposed to recite an incantation to save his life? Yet, it seemed unnecessary.

In the next moment—

A knight appeared before him.

The priest's pupils slightly contracted; this wasn't good.

This knight... he knew who it was.

Or rather, many people knew who he was!

At that moment, the Dead Apostle also laughed.

He laughed with joy, summoning this Servant meant he didn't have to worry about betrayal. After all, he knew the Servant's wish!

"Knights of Fianna First Champion, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, reporting! So, you are my Master!"

"Yes!" The Dead Apostle laughed, taking out a fragment of a sword from his hand. "This is... the holy relic... Diarmuid, what is your class?"

"No... I don't have a class." Diarmuid shook his head and said helplessly, "I'm sorry, Master. This time, as a [None]-rank, I am too weak. I need you to grant me a class."

"Oh?" The Dead Apostle frowned slightly. "Then let it be Lancer."

He was quite familiar with Diarmuid as Lancer, or rather, many people were.

"I understand." Diarmuid said, and dual spears appeared in his hands. "Then, Master, please allow me to pledge my loyalty and give commands."

"Ah, of course—"

The Dead Apostle laughed, holding up a piece of the sword in his hand. "Kill that guy—!"

"Yes!"

Diarmuid nodded, looking at the priest. "I don't know who you are, and you don't seem to be a Servant, but please become a soul under my spear!"

The priest took a deep breath, holding a black key in his hand, without saying a word.

Indeed, the Servant in front of him exerted great pressure, but... not as strong as he thought!

Due to the Subspecies Holy Grail War, the power was restricted. Even a complete Lancer-class couldn't be summoned, and the current Diarmuid was just a defective product.

The Dead Apostle was well aware of this. According to the data in that manga, Diarmuid's attributes should be Strength B, Endurance C, Agility A+, Magic D, Luck E, and Noble Phantasm B.

However...

As the current Master, looking at Diarmuid, his attributes were Strength C, Endurance D, Agility B, Magic E, Luck E, and Noble Phantasm C. Except for Luck, they all dropped by about one level.

Luck... was the lowest, after all...

In the end, it was just a Subspecies.

Even a relatively complete Servant couldn't be summoned.

However...

It was enough.

Just use him as a temporary familiar for three days.

He spent quite a bit of money to purchase the participation rights for this Subspecies Holy Grail War.

That's right... all it needed was money, and participants wouldn't kill each other. After all, even if they won, there was no reward.

And the restriction was as it was now; the Servants were weakened.

They could only exist for three days.

And couldn't leave the summoning location.

This time it was held in London, meaning... they couldn't leave London no matter what. This Servant didn't have the ability to leave London.

Even...

Look.

The scene of Lancer and that priest fighting!

Although Lancer had the upper hand, there was no situation where the Servant was suppressing the priest. Occasionally, the priest could even retaliate!

This wasn't even worthy of a third-rate Servant!

"Lancer, use your Noble Phantasm! Quickly finish him off!"

Lancer hesitated for a moment. "I understand."

He didn't actually use his full strength. After all... a Servant was a Servant, even if weakened. Strength, Endurance, and Agility had decreased, but it didn't mean his martial skills had diminished.

He just wanted to see the strength of the human before him.

However, since the Master gave the order...

He would go all out!

"Since that's the case... let the game end—"

Blood splattered!

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