Fate: Hero of Justice Takeover

The room was in complete disarray, with a large hole in the ceiling. The light of a Command Spell flashed and then vanished.

When the forced summoning occurred, Archer did not move. Instead, he vented his anger verbally, directing it at his Master.

"You'd better have an explanation for me, Tokiomi!"

The golden king unleashed his overwhelming aura, not hiding his displeasure.

"You've once again used that thing to disturb my leisure. If you don't have a good reason, even if you kneel before me, I will punish you!"

"My king!"

Tokiomi Tohsaka, clutching his bloodied right arm, bowed his head in humiliation.

"A Servant has invaded our territory and ambushed me. I beg for your judgment!"@@novelbin@@

"Oh? A Servant?"

Gilgamesh narrowed his crimson eyes, glancing at the heavily injured Tokiomi, and let out a cold snort.

"Fool, if it were a Servant, you wouldn't have survived."

Despite his words, he finally began to move, walking at a leisurely pace toward the upper floor.

Tokiomi wanted to remind Archer that the enemy had already retreated and that they should pursue them quickly, but he feared provoking the prideful king's wrath again. He could only grit his teeth in silence, using magecraft to heal his wounds.

It must be said that Tokiomi's choice was correct—Gilgamesh, who claimed to possess "all the treasures of the world," had plenty of ways to track down the intruder.

After gathering enough residual traces, Gilgamesh looked at the two intertwined points of light in the transparent bottle, a gleam of amusement in his eyes.

"Both Servant and Master's aura… Interesting. Does this Holy Grail War possess such technology?"

But soon, the King of Heroes suppressed the interest in his eyes, his cold face filled with disdain and anger.

The disdain was directed at tonight's intruder, that weak and pathetic fool.

The anger, however, was reserved for his vassal, Tokiomi Tohsaka.

Though limited by the Master's capabilities, the intruder's Servant power was severely restricted, to the point where even a first-rate magus could resist it. However, had the intruder used their Noble Phantasm, Tokiomi would have undoubtedly died.

The fact that Tokiomi survived meant that the intruder was nothing more than a coward with a fleeting moment of courage.

As for his current Master, to be honest, Gilgamesh had already lost all hope in him.

He could understand the helplessness of modern magi in the face of a Servant, but within his own workshop, Tokiomi was not entirely powerless. Moreover, the Assassin had already fled in disarray, and only then did Tokiomi think to summon him!

What was he summoned for? To witness his vassal's humiliating state?

What Gilgamesh wanted to see was Tokiomi elegantly using magecraft to restrain the intruder while using a Command Spell to respectfully request his king to deliver death to the fool who dared invade the king's domain.

Not the messy basement and the undignified vassal cowering in the corner!

Striding back to the basement, Gilgamesh's suppressed frustration erupted when he saw Tokiomi's pained expression.

"How pathetic, Tokiomi Tohsaka. My vassal should not be whimpering like a dog! Is this the kind of pitiful existence that dares disturb my leisure?"

"My king…"

Tokiomi opened his mouth to speak, but Gilgamesh's expression suddenly calmed.

Beneath the calm surface was a turbulent undercurrent capable of crushing one's soul.

"Remember this, Tokiomi Tohsaka."

The golden king dissipated into spirit particles.

"You have only one Command Spell left."

The golden light abandoned the basement, and Tokiomi, clutching his wound, numbly chewed on Gilgamesh's words.

Suddenly, he felt a shiver run down his spine.

***

In the dark courtyard, Japanese-style lanterns glowed with an eerie red under the moonlight.

"I'm back."

The door opened, and the room was silent. Naturally, no purple-haired girl would rise from the couch, cheer, and run toward him.

After all, Sakura had been hypnotized by him.

Kariya walked with even more exhaustion than the night before, dragging himself like a zombie into the living room, where he once again collapsed onto the couch.

If the lights were on, the incandescent glow would reveal the bruising on his right arm.

The Install process itself didn't harm the user—but forcibly suppressing a Noble Phantasm would affect even a Servant, let alone a magus borrowing their power.

Noble Phantasm, Zabaniya: Delusional Heartbeat.

No armour could protect against it. It was a direct attack on the internal organs, which no one could train to resist.

Though it was said that the Chinese had internal martial arts, Tokiomi clearly didn't possess such techniques.

Had Kariya released this Noble Phantasm, using the demon Shaitan stored in his arm to crush the simulated heart, Tokiomi would have had no chance of survival.

But the moment he activated the Noble Phantasm, Kariya regretted it.

He thought of Rin, the girl who didn't know that her beloved uncle was about to kill her dear father. If she ever learned the truth, the pain on her face would break Kariya's heart.

He thought of Sakura, who, even though she had cut ties with the Tohsaka family, would still cry in secret… As her guardian, how could Kariya bear to make her cry?

And then… Aoi.

She was a strong yet gentle woman. If he killed Tokiomi, their relationship would be sealed.

Realizing this, Kariya finally broke free from his vengeful rage, merely injuring Tokiomi before suppressing the Noble Phantasm and fleeing.

Though he didn't have time to cut off Tokiomi's hand and take the Command Spell, the sight of that self-proclaimed "elegant" man panicking and terrified in the face of disaster was deeply satisfying to Kariya.

"Haha… Hahaha… You're nothing more than this, Tokiomi!"

After his act of revenge, Kariya's triumphant laughter finally echoed through the dark hall.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

Kariya used his uninjured left arm to take out the phone and answered.

"Hello?"

"Kariya…"

The young man on the other end sighed helplessly.

"Tonight's mission failed, didn't it?"

"Failed? What are you talking about?"

Kariya chuckled proudly.

"I injured Tokiomi and forced him to use a Command Spell. It's a shame you weren't there to see the look on his face. Hahaha…"

Amid Kariya's foolish laughter, the young man's sigh was almost inaudible.

Handing Kariya the Assassin Class Card wasn't just for him to settle personal grudges.

Sakatsuki's demand was for Kariya to kill Tokiomi, or at the very least, cut off his hand and take all his Command Spells. It would have been even better if Kariya's disguise had caused a rift between Tokiomi and Kirei.

But Kariya had fled halfway through using his Noble Phantasm, not only failing to kill Tokiomi but also alerting him, making a similar assassination impossible in the future.

As for the expended Command Spell… Did you forget that Tokiomi is allied with the Holy Church? Without the threat of the sea demon, who knows if that hypocritical priest Risei might just hand over the Command Spells directly to Tokiomi.

"In the end, Kariya couldn't even provide a proper recording…"

Sakatsuki sighed, deleting the video in his hand.

Originally, a recording of Assassin killing Archer's Master could have been useful in future operations.

With another weary sigh, Sakatsuki patted his cheeks, forcing a harmless expression, and walked toward a certain part of the forest.

There, under the moonlight, the knightly maiden was helping up the Winter Princess she had sworn to protect.

"Sakatsuki!"

"Don't be nervous, Saber. I'm here to negotiate…"

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