Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice (Part 2)

Chapter 339

Waver patted the girl's back and said, "Don't worry, Lady. It's all under control now."

The homunculus who had been pushing Orlocke Caesarmund's wheelchair stood up and asked, "Young lord, what answer have you discovered?"

But something was different now. It was no longer accurate to call him a homunculus. In this very moment, he was Orlocke Caesarmund himself. His Butterfly Magecraft had been activated, transferring his entire being – personality, memories, consciousness, and even his Magic Crests – into the spare homunculus body.

As Butterfly Magecraft surged through the homunculus, who appeared to be no older than thirteen or fourteen, an astonishing transformation took place. In an instant, his youthful features aged drastically, as if time itself had fast-forwarded. His once vibrant golden hair, akin to rays of sunlight, withered and turned into a white hair.

Waver didn't respond immediately to the question, but instead, he rose to his feet and directed his gaze towards the sky.

High above, the Golden Boat Vimana and the Gordius Wheel soared side by side, traversing the vast expanse of the sky.

His gaze locked onto the figure of the red-haired man standing upon the Chariot, a complex mix of nostalgia and deep anger flickering in his eyes.

"What are you looking at, young lord?"

"The fake Heroic Spirit!"

...

Shirou stood in the backyard, his gaze fixed on the Vimana and the Gordius Wheel gracefully gliding through the sky.

"Shirou!" Arcueid called out, rushing over to him.

He glanced at her, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Arcueid? How did you and Gray end up here?"

She shrugged, "Gray went off on her own and decided to take on that flashy dude."

"Forget about that for now. I'll handle the shiny one, and you take care of the chariot guy."

"Got it!" she nodded in agreement.

Shirou's black mud surged, morphing into a pair of sleek black wings that propelled him into the air. Arcueid followed suit, summoning a graceful white bird as they took flight side by side.

Together, they charged towards the formidable figures of Heroic Spirit Gilgamesh and Iskandar. But the outcome was far from what they expected.

With a resounding "thud," Arcueid was struck in midair, as if an unseen force had dealt her a heavy blow. She was sent hurtling through the sky, crashing into a nearby building like a blazing comet, causing bricks and tiles to crumble and fall.

Shirou landed on the Golden Boat Vimana with a mixture of surprise and concern etched across his face. Why had she been targeted by an unknown assailant while he remained unscathed?

Arcueid, visibly frustrated, rose from the wreckage, her expression filled with displeasure. She raised her voice and called out, "Who dares to ambush me? Show yourself!"

This also stirred Altrouge's discontent, and she shouted as well, "Yes! Show yourself, you coward hiding your head and revealing your tail! Do you have any idea who you're dealing with—"

Her words were abruptly cut off by a thunderous "smack," the sound echoing through the air. Altrouge's head was mercilessly crushed, causing brain matter and blood to spray in all directions. Her once-vibrant eyeballs were reduced to rolling marbles—one plopped into a nearby water basin, while the other was carried away by the garden's murky drain. Her lifeless body crumpled to the ground, rigid and motionless.