The Ultimate Lich King of the Multiverse

After all the Servants had made their appearance, Flandre quickly analyzed each one. Her brief yet sharp comments perfectly summarized the personalities and traits of every Servant present. If it had been a Caster saying such things, no one would have found it strange. But for a Berserker to say them—that was more than a little odd.

In fact, it was downright bizarre. Anyone seeing Flandre for the first time would most likely assume she was a Caster. No one would ever expect her to be a Berserker.

This was a small detail—yet one that could lead to a decisive victory or defeat. In most Holy Grail Wars, Casters were not particularly strong in direct combat.

Casters specialized in territory-based warfare, capable of crafting powerful magical tools. Normally, they'd fortify themselves within their territory and fight from there, making them a tough opponent only if you went to them.

But in direct combat? Casters were the weakest—sometimes even weaker than Assassins.

"Should we go out there?"

On the other side, the golden Servant seemed to be in a bad mood, clearly itching for a fight. Yoru once again turned to the girl beside him and asked:

"Mm. Regardless of anything else, what that loud brute said was an insult to me. Such arrogant words—someone like me, who bears the noble crimson blood of the Scarlet family—cannot pretend not to have heard them."

Flandre said this with a slight smile, her lips curled into a grin. At that moment, the maddening aura worthy of a Berserker finally began to emanate from her petite frame.

"Let's go. It's about time the Einzberns had their entrance."

Yoru said playfully as he gently wrapped an arm around Irisviel's waist, and leapt down from the tall stack of shipping containers.

"Eek!"

Caught off guard, Irisviel let out an adorable little scream as the pair plunged downward, a sound that immediately drew everyone's attention on the battlefield.

"Who dares interrupt this king's words?!"

Just a second ago, Archer had been verbally sparring with Rider. Now, he frowned deeply and turned his gaze toward Yoru and Irisviel.

The instant Yoru landed, the already cold night grew even colder, chilling everyone on site—including the Servants.

All the Servants instantly went on alert. Entering the battlefield so brazenly could only mean one thing: this was another Master and Servant pair.

All eyes turned to Yoru, whose magical energy was overwhelming. He was the clear suspect for being the fifth Servant.

Assassin had already been eliminated. That left only Berserker and Caster yet to be identified. Judging by the immense magical aura, most assumed this person must be a Caster. No one even considered the possibility of a Berserker.

Since it wasn't Berserker, there might still be room for negotiation. Rider gave his usual hearty grin.

Sitting beside him, Waver immediately realized what his Servant was about to do and slapped a hand over his face in despair.

"Oh! A hero I've never seen before! Interested in joining the forces of the mighty King of Conquerors?"

As expected, Rider extended yet another invitation. Even Saber and Lancer—standing behind him—looked completely speechless.

Does this guy even have a brain?

Inviting everyone he sees like this… Is he really taking the Holy Grail War seriously?

"Silence! How dare you mongrels interrupt this king again and again?!"

Before Yoru could even respond, Flandre—who had landed beside him and had been completely ignored—pursed her lips, ready to speak… only to be interrupted yet again.

Everyone's attention shifted back to the golden Servant, Archer. One had to admit—he had picked a good position. Standing atop a streetlamp, he looked down on everyone, high and mighty.

"To repeatedly ignore my glorious presence… You ignorant peasants—do you wish to taste death itself?"

As he finished speaking, strange, flame-like auras began rising to his left and right. In the next moment, blades gleaming with radiant light materialized in the air.

Swords and spears emerged—each of them dazzling, shining with raw magical energy. These were no ordinary weapons—they were clearly Noble Phantasms.

There was no doubt: these were the same weapons that had annihilated the Assassins at the Tohsaka residence the night before.

Those who had witnessed that scene immediately recognized them.

Waver was terrified. Lancer's hidden Master held their breath. Even Kiritsugu and Maiya, watching from afar, tensed up entirely.

Yoru narrowed his eyes. The golden Servant wasn't bluffing or making empty threats. His words were not arrogance—they were fact. He really did possess the power to kill everyone here.

It was becoming clear—this golden Servant might be the strongest opponent in this entire Holy Grail War.

But which side was he on?

The Tohsaka family? Or Matou?

As Yoru pondered this question, Flandre—finally getting a chance to speak—opened her mouth at last.

"Are you all idiots? Can't even tell who the real Servant is? Especially you, you big dummy—you even invited the wrong person. And you—yeah, you up there, 'Lamp Post King'—careful or you'll fall and crack your head open."

"L-Lamp Post King?! I'll tear you limb from limb to vent my fury, you filthy mongrel!!"

Archer's handsome face twisted in fury at Flandre's mockery. With a roar of rage, the swords and spears floating beside him immediately changed direction.

Their new target—the first one to die—was now none other than Flandre.

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