DanMachi: Ultimate Lich King

The battle between Saber and Lancer had reached a fever pitch; their clash of blades had nearly destroyed an entire street.

"The game ends here, Lancer!"

A sudden voice made Saber look up, searching for the source.

"Lancer's Master?"

Illya scanned the surroundings but found no one. The voice was sudden; she couldn't determine the speaker's gender or location. The speaker was cautious, concealing their position.

"Don't waste time; Saber is difficult; use your Noble Phantasm; end it quickly."

Lancer's Master's words startled Saber. Noble Phantasm—his Master was urging him to use his strongest skill.

"Understood, Master." Lancer replied respectfully, changing his stance. He casually tossed his short gun to the ground.

"So… that spear is Lancer's…?" Before Saber, the runes on Lancer's spear began to unravel, revealing a crimson spear. A different magical energy, like an ominous mirage, emanated from the blade.

"That's right. Kill her." Lancer, gripping the spear with both hands, growled.

"Such underhanded tactics. I thought they'd follow the knightly code," Arthas chuckled from atop a container, watching the scene.

"What?" Illya asked, puzzled.

"Saber might believe Lancer, but a true warrior wouldn't discard a weapon so readily. If it's useless, why bring it to battle?" Arthas explained.

"And… the weapon has powerful magical energy; it's a Noble Phantasm."

As Arthas finished, Lancer's triumphant voice echoed.

"You've made a mistake."

Lancer kicked up sand; instead of sand, his discarded short gun flew up, its blade pointed at Saber. The runes were gone, revealing a golden gun.

A whirlwind erupted; the two figures clashed; crimson blood bloomed—then vanished.

A careless mistake… Saber winced, slightly retreating, noticing the bleeding wound on her arm.

What now… retreat? Maiya was nowhere to be seen… she'd strongly opposed this battle.

Saber sighed, feeling powerless.

Her biggest frustration in this war was her Master.

Her Master hadn't spoken a word to her, leaving her with his assistant, Maiya Hisau.

The Matou family, the war's base, was also unsettling, especially Matou Kariya; Saber felt an urge to obliterate him.

Saber never imagined such twisted people existed.

Such a monster… calling him human was wrong.

Lancer, watching Saber's struggle, smirked.

"It's useless; my Noble Phantasm, Gae Bolg, inflicts an incurable wound."

"I understand… it's a cursed spear; wounds won't heal. I should have noticed…"

The crimson spear that severed magical energy, the cursed golden spear, and the alluring birthmark under his left eye—these pointed to one conclusion. In legend, he was a famed Celtic hero, related to King Arthur. Saber hadn't considered this.

"Fionn's first warrior… the valiant Diarmuid. I didn't expect the Grail to choose you."

"That's the Grail War's wonder… but I'm praised. Those summoned to the Throne of Heroes can't mistake your golden sword."

Lancer, a participant in four Grail Wars—the Celtic hero, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne.

"King Arthur… she identified him from so little information."

"Diarmuid Ua Duibhne?"

Arthas murmured; he didn't remember the name well.

"Knowing this is useless… and is Lancer an idiot? He revealed his Noble Phantasm's effect!"

He revealed a crucial weakness; what a terrible Master he must have.

Lancer's Master was unknown, but Kiritsugu Emiya's mood was foul.

Hidden behind a container, watching the battle with Maiya Hisau.

His face darkened when Maiya reported Saber's defiance; now, with Saber's arm severely injured, reducing her combat power by a quarter, Kiritsugu's face was ashen.

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