Abnormality In Type-Moon: Madness Of Animeverse

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The rune flared with a crimson glow, transforming into a wave of scorching flames that surged toward Cu Chulainn from behind.

Upon closer inspection, he realized it was the very same primordial rune symbolizing fire that he had previously inscribed to test Roy's Mystic Eyes.

During his relentless chase led by Okita Souji's blinding speed, he hadn't even noticed he'd been lured back to their original battleground.

A wave of flames surged from behind, activating the runic stone he wore. Instantly, it transformed into a barrier, standing firm between him and the encroaching fire.

"The power's multiplied several times over!"

Feeling the ferocity of the flames behind him, Cu Chulainn's expression shifted.

His rune had been taken over by his opponent, yet somehow, it was even more powerful than when he wielded it himself?

What kind of twisted sorcery was this?!

Was it because his opponent had more mana, or was it the Mystic Eyes enhancing the rune's potency—or perhaps both?

Whatever the reason, Cu Chulainn couldn't afford to underestimate his opponent.

Ahead of him, Okita Souji assumed her initial stance, her blade subtly lowered, its tip pointing straight at his heart. Her entire presence became a coiled storm, holding back the fury of a downpour ready to strike.

A deadly pincer attack, from both front and rear.

In that critical moment, Cu Chulainn seized the small gap created by the barrier rune, swiftly inscribing a fresh protection rune to shield his body.

Behind him, the fire rune continued to unleash waves of relentless flames.

Okita's gaze was sharp, like thorny brambles, piercing straight through him.

Then, with a sudden stomp, she lunged forward.

In that instant, an ominous feeling surged within Cu Chulainn.

"—Unnamed Triple Thrust!"

In this strike, Okita Souji had hidden her ultimate secret technique.

Okita's secret technique differed greatly from Kojiro Sasaki's demonic sword.

The key difference lay in the opening stance.

Kojiro Sasaki's Tsubame Gaeshi had a unique beginning. The moment he took that stance, his opponent would recognize that an extraordinary move was coming—a signature strike.

However, Okita's secret technique started with the standard Hirazukuri stance, a common stance for thrusts used by many Japanese swordsmen. Even if Okita took this position, anyone unfamiliar with her would merely be on guard against a thrust, not realizing she was concealing her ultimate attack—the Unnamed Triple Thrust.

In the clash that followed, the outcome had already been decided.

The masterpiece created by the genius Okita Souji was a demonic sword technique that contained the "Second Thrust" and "Third Thrust" within the "First Thrust." Not in sequence, but simultaneously, in a single instant, all three strikes pierced the same point.

This paradox created a "phenomenon collapse" at the tip of the blade, making the Unnamed Triple Thrust a superlative sword skill that was virtually indefensible!

Clang!

The rune barrier shattered on impact.

The blade sliced through flesh and bone, piercing straight into Cu Chulainn's heart.

"Gah!"

Cu Chulainn spat out a mouthful of thick blood.

Okita quickly withdrew her blade and leaped back.

"Well done. Cu Chulainn, famed for his undying spirit in myth, remains relentless to the end. Stay alert for his Battle Continuation."

Roy's voice echoed in Okita's mind.

The synergy between the betrayed flame rune and the sudden, concealed sword technique was flawless. This was the result of Roy's quiet coordination with Okita Souji while acting alongside Bazett.

During his exchange with Bazett, Roy hadn't even bothered to turn around.

What looked like arrogance was, in fact, a ploy to maintain control over the flame rune Cu Chulainn had inscribed from the very start with his Mystic Eyes.

"No mercy at all, huh?"

Cu Chulainn lowered his hand, which had been ready to inscribe a counter-attack rune. Seeing Okita's wary retreat, he could only give a bitter smile.

He had intended to launch a final, desperate strike even with his heart pierced, hoping to take Saber with him. Yet, his opponent hadn't given him the slightest opening.

With his spiritual core—his heart—destroyed, his strength rapidly faded, and Cu Chulainn sank to one knee.

"Caster!"

Bazett approached, her face pale, as she knelt beside Cu Chulainn.

"I'm sorry, Master. Looks like I dragged you down this time," Cu Chulainn said with a wry smile.

Summoned in the Caster class, he was severely disadvantaged. Not only was his power weakened, but his specialty in magic was countered by the enemy Master's Mystic Eyes.

Even the Command Spells—regarded as the trump card by the Association's elders—couldn't be used carelessly. They feared Roy might control even the Command Spells. If he seized them and ordered Cu Chulainn to self-destruct, it would be humiliating.

He'd been thoroughly outmatched at every turn.

If he'd been summoned in the Lancer class, he would never have lost in such a disgraceful manner.

"Master over there," Cu Chulainn called out to Roy, looking at him steadily. "From what I gathered earlier, you don't seem to bear any grudges against my Master, right? How about letting her go?"

Despite his impending death, the man's expression was carefree, showing no hint of fear or desperation.

"I never intended to kill her," Roy replied, adjusting his glasses with a nonchalant shrug.

"This is my promise to a great hero. Rest easy."

"Haha, that's good to hear. But I sure didn't live up to the name of a great hero this time. If only I'd been summoned as a Lancer," Cu Chulainn chuckled, even as blood trickled from his chest.

"Well, I'm sorry you got stuck with a Servant like me, Master…"

"No, you're the best Servant I could ask for!"

Bazett shook her head, her eyes glistening with emotion.

"If that's how you feel, then I have no regrets…"

With those final words, Cu Chulainn's head drooped, his life slipping away.

"Is he going to spring back up and stab me one last time?"

Roy didn't let his guard down, remembering how Cu Chulainn would often make unexpected returns in the stories. He eyed Cu Chulainn's body with suspicion.

Miss Okita's expression grew complicated at his remark.

Only when Cu Chulainn's form gradually dissolved into pure mana particles did Roy finally relax. He turned his gaze to the two suspended runes left in mid-air.

These weren't modern runes like the ones Aozaki Touko had restored; they were true, original Runes crafted by the mighty god Odin himself. In the hands of a master, they could unleash near-divine power.

Although only two runes remained, symbolizing "Fire" and "Barrier," to Roy, each was a priceless treasure.

Activating his Mystic Eyes again, Roy's gaze penetrated into the core of the rune, like an invisible hand grasping its magical foundation.

"So this is how the primordial rune works…"

Roy nodded in satisfaction.

He was a quick learner when it came to magecraft.

It had taken him less than a month to master the entire set of modern runes while studying under Touko.

Ordinarily, magi needed the magical foundation of a spell to understand it fully, then replicate that foundation within themselves, infuse it with mana, and finally cast the spell.

However, Roy's Mystic Eyes allowed him to directly tap into any spell, connect with its magical foundation, and claim ownership. Simply put, he made it his own.

With the foundation as his own, he could study it briefly and then effortlessly reconstruct the same foundation within himself, wielding the spell with ease.

Even with the primordial runes, it was no different.

Given a bit of time to study, he would soon wield these two primordial runes as naturally as if they were extensions of his own body.

"It's over."

Bazett watched Cu Chulainn's fading form with a hint of melancholy.

She had no wish for the Holy Grail; it wasn't even capable of granting wishes anymore.

Her participation in this Holy Grail War was solely because of her renowned combat prowess within the Mage's Association. The Association desired victory in the war and saw her as a powerful weapon to achieve it.

She didn't particularly agree with the Association's motives, and her attitude toward the war was indifferent; winning was fine, but losing was equally acceptable. As a descendant of the Red Branch Knights, she held Cu Chulainn in high regard, and being able to fight alongside him had been a source of immense satisfaction.

That said, to claim she had no hope of victory would be dishonest. Defeat did sting, though she quickly accepted it.

And with that, she conceded defeat.

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