Fate: Hero of Justice Takeover

The Self-Geis Scroll.

This is a curse contract used by magi to form agreements that cannot be broken, serving as the most absolute guarantee against breach of contract. The contract is typically written on parchment and includes the binding spell, the target of the binding, the formal content of the oath, the conditions for fulfilling the oath, and the signature of the oath-taker (the bound party).

By utilizing the functions of one's Magic Crest, the curse of "Geis" is imposed on the caster themselves. In principle, there is no way to undo its effects. Once a magus signs the scroll and fulfils the conditions to activate it, even if the oath-taker dies, as long as the Magic Crest is passed down to the next generation, their soul will remain bound even after death.

For magi, presenting such a document during negotiations represents the utmost concession—because it means that after the scroll takes effect, the advantaged party must relinquish a portion of their free will.

This wasn't Sakatsuki's first time using the Self-Geis Scroll. He had used this curse in Einzbern Castle and at the Matou household.

It was precisely for this reason that Acht had never dared to defy him, and Kariya... well, that particular Self-Geis Scroll was only related to Sakura.@@novelbin@@

Of course, Sakatsuki could afford to abuse the Self-Geis Scroll because he didn't have a Magic Crest and thus wasn't afraid of being exploited in return. Ordinary magi, who valued their Magic Crests more than their lives, would never use such a forbidden tool so casually.

Even the Lords of the Clock Tower had rarely seen such a document, but this was indeed the correct written form, with no omissions. The blood signature of the oath-taker clearly carried magical energy, proving that the curse had taken effect.

Kayneth understood what the condition "Sakatsuki possesses secondary control over the Archibald family" meant. Even if Lancer managed to defeat both Sakatsuki and Saber, it wouldn't mean he had won the Holy Grail War. However, if he made even a single misstep, he, the head of the Archibald family and its primary authority, would die, and Sakatsuki would rightfully become the new family head.

As for the family's resistance... no one could defeat Sakatsuki, who was as powerful as a Servant.

Kayneth's eyes darted across the text repeatedly, desperately searching for any ambiguous phrasing that could be interpreted differently.

But the clearest part of his mind had already admitted defeat—at this point, he had no choice.

Either lose everything or grasp this scroll as his last lifeline... that was the only difference.

Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald gave up thinking.

His blood formed the signature, and the signature became the curse.

With a dazzling red light, the Self-Geis Scroll burned away, signifying the establishment of the spell.

"Then, let's cooperate happily."

The Sakatsuki clapped his hands, smiled, and then—

A cold, sharp weapon surged forth from behind him.

"Let's begin, Lancer!"

The red spear swept horizontally, shattering the casually projected weapons.

The warrior of the Fianna wielded his twin spears, the sorrow in his eyes completely gone, replaced by burning fighting spirit.

"Just as I wished, Lord Sakatsuki!"

Lancer swung his twin spears, as if casting off all his grief and frustration, and clashed with the charging young man!

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The setting sun's afterglow bathed the abandoned factory in a mournful, blood-like hue, lamenting the fleeting nature of time and the loss of beauty.

The once high-spirited days were now gone, and the joyous times of sharing drinks had vanished amidst the clashing of spears and blades.

Yet, even in this life-and-death struggle, something beautiful remained, shining like gold.

It was the mutual respect between warriors.

It was the mutual appreciation between kindred spirits.

Even the battle itself, which demanded their full strength, became a channel for conveying emotions and will.

"Trace on!"

As Diarmuid's spear thrust forward, Sakatsuki threw his twin swords and then grasped a new pair of Kanshou and Bakuya, closing the distance.

"Well done!"

Lancer divided his attention, his left hand wielding "Gáe Buidhe," forcing Sakatsuki to retreat slightly, while his right hand thrust "Gáe Dearg," shattering the returning swords into spirit particles.

But when he looked down, he was startled to find Sakatsuki sliding closer, then drawing a bow and nocking an arrow!

"Projection, fire!"

A massive arrow of light slammed into Lancer, propelling him into the sky before splitting into five arrows that exploded upon his landing, destroying the ground beneath him with a deafening roar.

Saber and Kayneth had already retreated. Seeing such a spectacle, even Saber couldn't help but be impressed.

It seemed Sakatsuki was indeed going all out...

As she pondered, the young man's assault continued unabated. He leapt high into the air, a spiked arrow already nocked on his black iron bow.

"Hrunting!"

The blood-seeking arrow shot forth, lunging at the warrior of the Fianna.

The radiant red spear pierced through everything, shooting down the momentarily suspended archer, who crashed into the ruins.

The golden spear parted the air, revealing the slightly dishevelled spearman, but his lips curled into a smile, and his eyes sparkled.

"Hey, Lord Sakatsuki—you're not giving up already, are you?"

From the rubble, the slightly tattered white-robed figure leapt up, refusing to back down.

"Even if I'm not a Servant, you shouldn't underestimate me so much, Diarmuid!"

And so, the two figures clashed once more. Diarmuid pulled his crimson spear from the ground, while Satsuki materialized weapons in both hands, their strikes meeting in mid-air.

Under the spearman's relentless pressure, the twin blades shattered easily. Sakatsuki's eyes reflected the fragments of his weapons as he swung his hands and charged forward again.

In the heat of battle, there was no time to unleash Noble Phantasms. For Diarmuid, his cursed spears were his everything.

Sakatsuki had to guard against the wounds inflicted by Gáe Buidhe while also avoiding the anti-magic effects of Gáe Dearg—his body wasn't made of normal flesh and blood.

In a pure contest of skill, defeat was inevitable.

But he also had advantages that Diarmuid lacked.

The twin blades shattered again, and Diarmuid's momentum faltered slightly as his weapons disappeared. Sakatsuki's eyes flickered, seizing the opportunity to step into Diarmuid's guard.

He turned, his hands moving like a fierce tiger climbing a mountain—first, his right hand swept down, knocking aside Diarmuid's blocking arm, while his left hand struck toward the heart, only to be intercepted by Gáe Buidhe. Undeterred, Sakatsuki's hand turned into a claw, tearing through.

Diarmuid realized the danger and quickly retreated, but Sakatsuki's left hand shot up, slamming toward his head, while his right hand struck mercilessly at his chest. Each strike was precise, each step calculated, until his right elbow slammed into the spearman's sturdy chest.

This was the killing technique of Bajiquan—Fierce Tiger Climbs the Mountain!

"Ugh!"

In the midst of the searing pain in his chest, the handsome spearman spat out a mouthful of blood!

Come to think of it, Sakatsuki could have easily transported everyone elsewhere to avoid interference from other participants... Guess why he didn't?

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