"Hm?"
Feeling the repulsive force brought by the collision of the magic spear and the magic sword, the dragonslaying hero of the Netherlands, Siegfried, looked at the youth before him who was holding a weapon and directly confronting him with great surprise.
He actually blocked my attack?
Although because of the hard strength gap between Strength B+ and Strength C-, even if he had blocked his attack, his body was still uncontrollably pushed back several meters. But the result seemed to be just being pushed back.
Subconsciously, he sized him up with his gaze, but was surprised to find that no matter from his aura or the six-winged Command Spells on his hand, they all undoubtedly indicated this youth's identity. A Master. From the looks of it, he should be the Master of that Caster just now. But, why does a Master have the power to fight with a Servant like me?
"Are you surprised that a Master like me can actually fight with a Servant like you, right?"
As if he had sensed the surprise and disbelief in his eyes, he held his long spear and showed him a smile. On his body, a layer of golden light identical to the one on Morgan just now was shining. Although because his current identity was not Lamorak and thus he did not enjoy the bonus of the 'Britain' characteristic, the Lance of the End in his hand, which was created by her in imitation of Rhongomyniad, perfectly matched this layer of golden light's blessing.
In other words, at this time, he was holding an A-rank Noble Phantasm in his hand, and had the ability to harm him with his equipment.
"Master of Caster... you are very strange."
Sensing that the person before him was not someone who could be dealt with in a short time, and from the looks of it, the other party did not seem to have any intention of making a move on his Master Gordes anymore, the Saber of Black, Siegfried, did not rush to continue attacking him, but instead, with a flick of his magic sword, he parried his long spear to a stalemate, and at the same time, his gaze fell heavily on him. His eyes were deep and with a strange luster, and his blue pupils were slightly contracted, as if a giant dragon were staring at him.
"Strange? Can you tell me why you think I'm strange, Saber of Black?"
Noticing the change in his eyes, he was a little curious about what he had seen. If he remembered correctly, both him and Sigurd had obtained a skill called 'Wisdom of the Dragon' after killing a dragon, right? The specific result seemed to be that they would have the wisdom of a dragon, and both their thinking and observation would have the characteristics of a dragon. And the patch that the amazing Higashide had made for his sudden change in personality in the original work seemed to be this.
Thinking of this, he also, like him, assumed a confrontational posture, wanting to see what he would say.
Not far away, in the shadow of the forest, her graceful figure slowly appeared. Her beautiful eyes were slightly raised, and her gaze directly ignored him, who was in a stalemate with him, and fell straight on the former.
"I don't know how to say it, but the wisdom of the dragon has always given me a very familiar feeling about you. As if... we have met somewhere before."
Faced with his question, the honest Siegfried, who would never refuse others' requests, naturally had no intention of hiding anything and said with a slight frown, "But you are neither a Servant, nor do you look like a European. This feeling is really too strange."
Hearing this, he was suddenly stunned. In his mind, a thousand thoughts flashed, and he immediately thought of Atalante, who had inexplicably called him Orpheus and had even wanted to kill him not long after seeing him.
What the hell, is this another pit for me? From the looks of it, one Greece is not enough. My path in the future is very likely to have the Netherlands or Northern Europe?
Keenly sensing this, his toothache started up again. From the moment the system had not acted after the first simulation, things seemed to have gone wrong. Not to say that the reward for Lamorak that should have been given had not been兑现 and he had to figure it out himself. Now, the people related to the paths he had not yet simulated had all come out.
What was this! He had reversed the fate of Britain's demise, but as a result, his own fate had come to get him after he had returned. What was all this?!
"It seems... you know something?"
As if his expression and eyes had twitched too much after hearing his words, Siegfried immediately sensed and associated something.
"No, I don't know anything. I'm just fighting you to calm down."
Hearing his words, he quickly extended his hand to stop him. There were too many things, and the information to be sorted out and thought about was too complicated. He didn't want to waste his energy on this now. Anyway, the first priority now was to finish the Holy Grail War, and then witness what the path of a saint was. As for the simulation of the paths behind this, he would talk about it later. And the most urgent task was to quickly bring out the power of Lamorak sleeping in his body for self-protection. Otherwise, he, who called himself the queen's knight, would have to rely on his wife herself to protect him, which would be too embarrassing.
Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and threw the chaotic thoughts to the back of his mind. Instead, he pointed his long spear at him and said, "Come on, Saber of Black. It's already midnight. While there's still time, let's have a quick fight."
"I understand. Your purpose from beginning to end was to lure me over and fight with you, right? That's why you didn't take the opportunity to directly kill my Master."
Hearing this, he nodded and agreed to his request. The magic sword Balmung in his hand was also raised.
"Mmm... you can also think of it that way."
Hearing this, he just shrugged his shoulders and did not explain to him that the reason he had not killed Gordes was actually because he thought his son was not bad and would be useful in the future. After all, tsundere was tsundere, but the fat Warden of Chaldea in the future was a real man.
"Then, since your request is to have a fight with me, then let's go, Master of Caster. Also, for the trouble I've caused you because of the things I haven't figured out myself, I still have to say sorry to you."
As if he were talking about something very serious, he apologized to him word by word, and then, without hesitation, he swung the magic sword Balmung, and with a blue trace, he slashed at him.
"That's really your style... Mr. Sorry."
Silently complaining about his catchphrase, he no longer hesitated and met his sword with his long spear.
Clang—!
With the crisp sound of the Lance of the End and Balmung clashing, he, in his Master's identity, immediately fought with the top-tier Servant, Siegfried, into a group. In just a few seconds, with several flips of his magic sword, he used his skilled spear techniques to deal with the gap in strength.
Facts have proven that a thing like memory is often not bound by conventional shackles. Even if he was not the knight Lamorak now, and did not have the 'Fairy Eyes: Martial Arts' that carried all the martial arts of Britain at that time, but the martial arts and techniques he had learned and mastered in those days in Britain were like his feelings for Morgan and Artoria. They were things that were engraved in his memory and would not change.
Relying on this memory, although he couldn't fully display the same power as when he was Lamorak because of his body, it was enough for the current him.
"Flowing Water Spear Style!"
It was not the Noble Phantasm 'Myriad Forms of the Spirit Stream, a Hundred Changes of the Strange Waves' which was accompanied by the momentum of flowing water. What he was using now was completely him imitating the appearance of using a Noble Phantasm at that time, using his vast magical energy to assist the spear techniques he swung out with his long spear.
Clang clang!
With him relying on the advantage of the spear's longer attack range than a sword, and the blessing of the method of borrowing force to strike, the light-shaped Lance of the End in his hand seemed to have turned into a light belt that was constantly accumulating spear momentum, and also like a shining river, it attacked him, who was holding his sword to block, one after another. And such an attack, with the blessing of the A-rank Lance of the End and his almost ocean-like magical energy, was already no less than an ordinary Servant's anti-unit Noble Phantasm.
"You are very strong, Master of Caster of Red. No, to be able to fight with a Servant like me in a Master's identity, I should call you by your name instead of Master of Caster. That is the respect for a warrior. Can you tell me your name, Lord Master."
Once again raising his sword to block his spear momentum and spear light that was coming like a surging river, Siegfried, on the surface, looked like he was struggling to block his offensive. But in fact, no matter how fast and tricky his flowing water spear was, he could always catch this blow with Balmung at just the right time. In fact, Balmung was not even covered with magical energy. From beginning to end, he had been using the weapon itself to fight with him.
But this did not stop the fighting spirit in his eyes from igniting, and he showed his respect for him and this battle. It was not only the strong and the victors who could be respected. Those who truly respected and loved battle would show respect to all their opponents who fought seriously. And this was also why the little sun Karna in the original work had commented that he had the same eyes as his friend and rival (Arjuna), and had thus made him, who had no desire for the Holy Grail War, his final wish to be to have a showdown with him. And at this time, he, who was on par with a Servant with a mortal body, had also received the respect of this great hero of the Netherlands.
"Although I haven't achieved the effect I wanted, I have to say that it's a pleasure to fight with you, Saber of Black."
Feeling that the power of the Heroic Spirit Lamorak hidden in the path within his body still showed no signs of moving, although he was very helpless, he did not feel particularly frustrated or anything. After all, even without awakening the power of a Heroic Spirit, to be able to fight with a strong person like him was in itself a strengthening of his strength.
"Then, my name is Souya Kotomine, a man who is to become a saint. I pay my respects to you, Mr. Saber of Black."
With this optimistic thought, he smiled at him, who was still fighting with him.
"Souya Kotomine..."
Siegfried, while skillfully blocking the spear light that he had stabbed from a tricky angle, was chewing on this name that was a bit strange to him, a European. "I'll remember you, Souya Kotomine. Then, as your opponent, I should also report my true name to you. A warrior of the Netherlands, a swordsman who was lucky enough to kill the evil dragon Fafnir and was thus engraved in the Throne of Heroes, Siegfried, pays his respects to you."
Ignoring the matter of not being able to tell the enemy his true name, which had been strongly requested by his Master and the leader of the Black side, Darnic, he, who had completely recognized him and regarded him as an opponent, unhesitatingly told him his true name.
"Then, since we have already reported our respective true names, it's time for this battle to have a result, Lord Kotomine."
"Alright, I also have this intention."
Hearing his words, a smile immediately appeared on his face. Then, in the latter's puzzled gaze, he suddenly broke off the flowing water spear style, and the whole of him leaped backwards, creating a distance between him and Siegfried. And then, in front of him, he suddenly let go of the long spear in his hand, letting the golden Lance of the End turn into a wisp of light and dissipate in the air.
"Since we're going to decide the winner, why don't we change the method."
Meeting his puzzled gaze, he explained with a smile. His smile was pure, and did not hide the meaning and thoughts hidden within it at all. He was not a fool. Of course he knew that the reason he could fight with a top-tier Servant like him for so long was because the other party was definitely holding back. And since he had gained his recognition with his skills and determination to fight, then it was obvious that the other wanted to use his full power to have a showdown with him. And he was also clearly aware of his own strength. To be able to do what he had just done was already his limit. But he didn't want to lose either. After all, his wife was still watching there.
In that case, if he wanted to win, or rather, to not lose so disgracefully, the only way was to cheat.
Hearing his words, he was slightly stunned, but he did not refuse, but instead, imitating his appearance, he put away the magic sword Balmung and asked, "In what way do you want to decide the winner?"
Hearing this, the smile on his lips immediately widened. "It's simple. Let's have a fistfight."
"A fistfight?"
A puzzled expression appeared on his face. Of course he knew what a fistfight meant. It was for the two of them to throw their strongest punch at each other. The one who was still standing and not fallen would be the winner. But he didn't understand why he would choose this method. After all, the battle just now had already shown that he was not as good as Siegfried, who had descended as a Saber class, in terms of pure strength and physical fitness. This pure strength competition, no matter how you look at it, was not favorable to him, right?
But as a hero of wishes, he would not refuse others' proposals and requests. So he nodded, stood on the spot, and assumed a boxing posture towards him.
"Come on, Lord Kotomine."
"Then I'll be disrespectful."
Having received his response, the smile on his face immediately widened. And with his smile, what burst out at the same time was a powerful golden light and the faint sound of a holy chant appearing around him.
[Spiritual Evocation: Holy Spirit Projection]
"I pray to you, like the revelation of heaven, like the gospel of the gods, walking on the holy path, suffering like my savior. At this, I pray for the saint's mercy."
Standing in the brilliant golden light, he prayed softly yet piously. As his prayer fell, from the light that came from the sky, a slightly illusory golden female figure slowly drifted down and finally sank into his body. What followed was the surge of aura in his body, and the golden light that coiled around his wrist.
"Thank you, Lady Martha."
Bathing in the sacred golden light, he looked at him, who was staring at him with a serious face, with a smile on his face. Without saying much more, both of them raised their fists.
If the him of just now had absolutely no chance of winning, then the him of now already had enough strength to fight with him. Because at this time, he already had the power of the Heroic Spirit Martha in his body, and also that skill that truly belonged to the category of a saint's power.
'Jacob's Limbs', that is, the real 'Saint's Fist'.
"How is this possible..."
Staring at this scene, Gordes, who had woken up during his fight with him, muttered to himself in disbelief. In these short few hours, his three views had been shaken. In this world, how could there be a magus, a person who could fight with a Servant and not lose! And this Servant was his proud Saber, the great dragonslaying hero Siegfried.
Just now, he had been so scared by this fact that he hadn't even noticed that he had violated his order and had said his true name. And at this time, seeing him about to have a final showdown with this kid who had used some kind of magic to become extremely strange in aura, Gordes couldn't help but secretly pray that he would definitely win.
If a Master really defeated and won against his most proud Servant, Siegfried, then where would his pride and face, Gordes Musik, go.
Silently watching all this happen, Morgan's gaze never left his figure from beginning to end. Upon seeing him truly achieving the feat of being on par with a Servant with a mortal body, and even more so, about to have a final blow with the Saber of Black, Siegfried, her eyes were filled with an undisguised pride and gentleness.
See, such a miraculous man is my husband, Morgan le Fay's!
Not far away, as if she had sensed the advent of an aura that was the same as a saintess, Jeanne, who had been trapped by her shadow barrier for several hours, finally broke through the darkness and stood out. And when her gaze subconsciously turned to the figure that was charging towards him, her violet eyes were suddenly filled with astonishment.
"That guy..."
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