"The fight seems to be over, and the Assassin has been eliminated too."
On a mountain not far from the Matou Residence, Mordred and the silver-haired girl stood, having observed the battle for a long time.
Sensing the battle's aura dissipate, the silver-haired girl spoke, but receiving no response, she turned to Mordred, finding her gritting her teeth, looking as if she were about to burst.
"Just now! That was EX!!"
Mordred recognized it; that light could only be an attack from the Sword of Promised Victory, wielded by her father. This meant her father was right there, inside that ancient house! The solitary king!
"Calm down, Saber. Going now would just be suicide."
The silver-haired girl knew Emiya Shirou and Saber; after all, she had been in Fuyuki City for several years and had some understanding of its people and events.
She also knew of Mordred's resentment, that she hadn't gained her father's recognition, it's just…
Shouldn't a father be male?
"Heh! I can't believe it, I truly can't! To meet you again in this world, this timeline! Good. Very good!"
Mordred's expression turned manic, clearly on the verge of losing control.
The silver-haired girl frowned. She didn't want Mordred to rush out and die at this moment. Her eyes glinted as she spoke.
"Your father should also be a Saber, but you are the Saber. Isn't that a duplication? I recall there are two little girls who can use Class Cards to gain Heroic Spirits' Noble Phantasms in battle. Perhaps they were the ones who used EX, so calm down."
The silver-haired girl had seen Illya and her group enter alternate dimensions to retrieve cards, and with information from the Church, she had some idea of the situation.
"Hmm? You mean I guessed wrong? That wasn't my father who used the Noble Phantasm just now?"
Mordred looked suspicious, her eyes calming down.
"Not certain, but the probability is low."
"…"
Low probability meant there was still a chance, but a calmed Mordred chose not to take the risk.
"Alright, let's retreat for now. They have many people; we definitely can't win on our own. Let's go, I think it's time to ask that guy to come out of retirement."
The silver-haired girl turned to leave, a troublesome golden-haired, red-eyed man flashing through her mind. Just thinking about his eccentric personality, the silver-haired girl suddenly felt exhausted.
"Hmph."
Mordred took one last look at the castle before turning and following the silver-haired girl away.
The Matou Residence was no longer habitable; the main house was largely collapsed, with few intact rooms.
The garden was a messy, pitted wreck, and the surrounding forest had suffered greatly. If the people of Fuyuki City weren't currently under the Holy Grail's mental control, who knew how many would come to gawk.
Thus, Matou Sakura was brought back to the Emiya Residence. Tohsaka Rin had been taking care of her. Fortunately, Red Archer's stab was precise and not deep, and with Mo Shuying's medicine, she would be fine after a few days of rest.
Matou Sakura was fine, but Cú Chulainn was in a bad way.
"Heh heh… heh heh heh…"
Without Avalon, Cú Chulainn was once again tormented by poison. By the time Mo Shuying returned, Cú Chulainn was unable to sit up, and Gray beside him was in a panic.
Mo Shuying quickly took out Avalon to suppress the poison and pain. Only then did Cú Chulainn relax, looking at Mo Shuying with a big smile.
"Hey, if you'd been any later, I might have killed myself."
It was meant as a joke, but Mo Shuying laughed upon hearing it.
"Killing yourself again? You're not even a Lancer anymore and you're still killing yourself. That's not a problem with your Class's Luck E; it must be you yourself who has a problem."
Cú Chulainn: "???"
It's always been said that Lancers have Luck E, but this isn't actually the Lancer's fault; it's a problem with the Heroic Spirit themselves.
This is because the legends most suited to the Lancer Class are generally from Nordic or Celtic regions, and while the people from these two regions are powerful in combat, their curses are also very potent.
Any legendary hero who doesn't carry a few curses would be embarrassed to call themselves a hero, and curses are precisely what can lower one's Luck value.
Therefore, no matter what Class Cú Chulainn is in, his Luck will never be high; it's either D or E.
At this point, Mo Shuying glanced at his own Luck. Hmm, a big B, crushing Cú Chulainn by several leagues. Looking at Cú Chulainn, Mo Shuying couldn't help but show a smug smile.
"…I feel like you're thinking something rude."
Cú Chulainn felt a lump in his throat, a bit uncomfortable.
"Ah, an illusion, an illusion. You rest well. I'll go see when lunch is ready."
Mo Shuying waved his hand, stood up, and left the room.
Just as he closed the door, he saw Tohsaka Rin approaching with a basin and towel.
Seeing Mo Shuying, Tohsaka Rin was also startled. Her emotions toward Mo Shuying were complex now; gratitude, but also a bit of resentment.
She was grateful for his sacrifices, the battles endured, and that Sakura's wound had healed after drinking Mo Shuying's medicine, needing only two more days of rest.
However, Red Archer was also stabbed to death by Mo Shuying, and even if Red Archer blocked the attack himself, the fact remained.
Another thing that troubled her was that Tohsaka Rin also felt Red Archer probably deserved to be stabbed… It felt good!
"How's the situation?"
Mo Shuying spoke first, easing the awkwardness.
"She's already asleep. Everything's fine, and her emotions have stabilized. Sakura is actually a very gentle and kind child; her previous state was likely due to the Holy Grail."
Tohsaka Rin had a theory: Matou Sakura's drastic change in temperament was probably because, after the Holy Grail appeared, it connected with the Holy Grail fragments inside her. Then, a dark shadow took advantage of her vulnerability, causing Matou Sakura to become like that.
Now, Matou Sakura had recovered, evident from the dissipation of the red Command Seals that had covered her entire body.
"That Holy Grail, it's been messed up ever since the Third Holy Grail War. It's been nothing but trouble since then, and this time is no exception. Who knows what other problems will pop up later."
Mo Shuying knew that the earliest Holy Grail could genuinely grant wishes, a powerful manifestation of the Third Magic.
However, after the Third Holy Grail War, due to the Einzbern family's thoughtless actions, the Holy Grail became corrupted and could never return to its original state.
"You really know a lot. You even know about the Third Holy Grail War?"
Tohsaka Rin expressed her surprise, stating that even as a member of the Three Great Families, she didn't know these things. How could Mo Shuying, an Eastern Heroic Spirit, know them?
"Just a little, really, just a smattering of knowledge. Alright, you go do your thing. I need to go train; I haven't finished my training for today yet."
Since the battle was temporarily over, no one could stop Mo Shuying from exercising. This was his main source of daily experience, primarily for increasing his stats. Although the stat increase each day wasn't much, like Gathering Storm, small gains accumulate. Invincibility wasn't far off. Saitama even took three years; if Mo Shuying trained for three years, he might very well become a One-Punch Man too.
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