Fate: Hero of Justice Takeover

Chivalry.

It is a standard established to fulfil the duty of protecting one's lord. The spirit and ethics of chivalry are part of the noble culture of the upper classes, based on the honour of an individual and embodying certain positive aspects of the ancient martial spirit of Western Europe.

In the dark ages of Europe, heroes who adhered to the code of chivalry rode across vast lands, swinging their spears and swords with joy, rescuing civilians and driving away wild beasts. They shone like beacons, lighting the future path of Europe.

Humility, honour, sacrifice, bravery, mercy, honesty, justice, and soul.

The warriors who followed the code of chivalry became the mark of a nation and an era, immortalized in legends sung by poets and passed down through generations.

At this very moment, Lancer, who had turned his back to Saber while pointing his spear at Berserker, was embodying the dignity of those heroes who walked the path of chivalry.

The severed iron pole flew through the air and, with a heavy sound, planted itself into the ground.

"This Saber already has an agreement with me... If you insist on interfering, I won't stand by."

"Lancer..."

Saber was touched by the nobility of his actions.

However, not everyone in the scene shares the same sense of high morals.

"What are you doing, Lancer? This is the perfect opportunity to defeat Saber!"

A cold, unseen voice questioned, but Lancer, maintaining a very serious expression, lowered his head in humility while his body stood tall, like a spear planted in the earth.

"I, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, swear by my honour that I will defeat Saber!"

He shouted loudly into the void.

"If you don't believe me, I can first deal with this mad dog to prove it! Please permit me, my lord!"

The street fell into silence as if the entire world was listening, hearing the high noble request of the man.

A breeze swept through, bringing a refreshing chill of the night.

"By the command spell, I order."

The silent atmosphere froze in place.

"Assist Berserker and finish Saber..."

The light in the man's eyes dimmed, and a soft sigh escaped from Sakatsuki, who stood nearby.

"Kill."

The hidden area was illuminated by red light, and when it faded, Kayneth's command spell had been reduced to two marks.

The command spell is an absolute order over a Servant, and no matter how great the Heroic Spirit is, they cannot defy this command.

This meant—Lancer had lost his free will.

The head of the red spear turned, now aiming at Saber. Saber, narrowly avoiding it, leapt back just in time as the spear tips of two different spears passed by her.

Lancer's astonishing spear skills allowed him to strike even before turning around, sending the two spears straight at the enemy in the back, demonstrating his remarkable mastery. There was no mercy in the tips of his spears.

"Lancer!"

Saber cried out, but her words were cut short when she saw Lancer's twisted face, contorted with anger and shame. That expression of immense sorrow spoke louder than any words about his internal struggle.

The soul that once prided itself on the code of chivalry had now been twisted into a killing machine that only obeyed commands. The skills and abilities that Diarmuid Ua Duibhne had mastered would now be used without regard for his beliefs, merely to fulfil his master's orders.

As a fellow Heroic Spirit, Saber could deeply empathize with the regret in his heart.

"...Saber... I'm sorry..."

Lancer groaned in pain as he closed the distance, his face filled with shame and fury. However, his spears surged with lethal magic power, shimmering like mirages above them.

Meanwhile, Berserker slowly advanced, standing alongside the attacking Lancer. The red veins on the broken iron pole wrapped around it, turning it into a terrifying weapon even more dangerous than a sword.

The two formidable Servants released ruthless killing intent, pushing Saber to her limits.

There was no escape.

Had her left hand not been injured, perhaps she could have found a way out, but right now, even dealing with Berserker alone was taxing her strength. With Lancer now her enemy too, she had no chance of survival.

"Irisviel, I will block them. You need to run, as far as you can!"

Irisviel shook her head resolutely, refusing Saber's request.

"Irisviel, go!"

Saber urged with a determined heart.

"Don't worry, Saber, trust your Master."

Irisviel said firmly, standing motionless with her fists clenched. She spoke with a knowing tone.

It was a secret known only between them—Irisviel was not the one who had summoned Saber; her true Master was hidden behind the scenes, watching every move on the battlefield.

"So—please, my dear."

With a clear and focused heart, Irisviel prayed for her husband, wherever he might be, to assist them.

On a building above, the figure of Kiritsugu Emiya, his coat billowing in the wind, was back at his sniping point. Despite the bandages wrapped around his abdomen, he raised the WA2000 sniper rifle, aiming the thermal scope at Lancer's Master—Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald.

The Rider group had already retreated, and the Assassin who had threatened Kiritsugu's life had been killed by an unknown Caster.

Now, no one could interfere with the assassin's work.

"Maiya, have you found Berserker's Master?"

"No."

"Then the only way to break this stalemate is to kill Lancer's Master."

Kiritsugu concluded.

Counting down to zero, he prepared to attack. This time, there could be no mistake.

"...Six!"

As he began his countdown, he carefully adjusted the crosshair of the thermal scope to align with Kayneth's position.

"...Five!"

The crosshairs were now set to zero at 500 meters. As the distance decreased, the point of impact would shift upward. Kayneth was about 300 meters away, and Kiritsugu carefully adjusted his aim.

"...Four!"

Lancer was forced to act against his will due to the command spell. While Kiritsugu couldn't predict how Lancer would react after losing his Master, he thought Lancer would stop attacking Saber. With the primary threat reduced to only Berserker, Saber could find a way to escape with Irisviel.

"...Three!"

A hand grabbed the corner of his coat.

"I won't let you do this."

The cold voice of a girl rang out, pausing as if she were carefully choosing her words.

"Kiritsugu."

"That's my brother's prey."

One who offers, and one who commands—yet, in the end, both met a tragic fate in the original story. It seems fate truly loves to toy with people.

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