Fate/Magus Path

49 Count of Monte Cristo

"Krahahahahahahaha."

As the King of Conquerors and the King of Heroes engaged in a contest of kingship in the world of yellow sand, on the other side...

On the way to the arena, Roy suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and stopped in his tracks, sensing some danger.

However, this danger did not come from his surroundings; its source was the large bridge ahead.

"What kind of aura is this?"

Looking out, he could easily see the figure on the bridge due to his enhanced physical abilities, no longer bound by humanity.

"Seriously, has he come to find me this early?"

The Count of Monte Cristo, who had also sensed Roy's gaze, smiled knowingly, black flames burning fiercely beside him, and this unmistakable aura surged forth.

Just like Lancer's fighting spirit that had drawn Saber into battle, the King of the Cavern extended an invitation to his master in the same manner.

The black flames danced on the bridge in Fuyuki City, almost gleefully.

Seeing this scene imbued with the significance of a decisive battle, Roy knew retreat was impossible now.

Though the bridge was not the only route to his destination, if he ignored the Count, he would definitely explode with rage and angrily chase him down to beat him up. Thus, he sensibly ascended the bridge.

Having been with the King of the Cavern for so long, he understood his temperament all too well. Simply put, it was a mix of bad attitude and a bit of tsundere; though he constantly spoke of revenge, he wasn't truly evil at heart.

"What disrespectful thoughts are you pondering?"

The King of the Cavern couldn't help but frown.

"No, it's nothing particularly special." Roy tilted his head, continuing to walk over.

Looking at the King of the Cavern not far ahead, he raised his hand.

A flash of red light flickered, and the connection to the command seal on the back of his hand could still be easily felt.

At this moment, the Master and Servant completed their reunion once again.

With not much distance separating them, their gazes locked tightly, and the atmosphere suddenly grew tense.

"Hey, it's been a while, Count, but you arrived much earlier than I expected." Roy broke the silence first.

"I thought you would show up for a decisive battle to settle our grudges at the end like in a comic."

"Idiot."

"What?"

"That kind of thinking is idiotic, fool."

The Count looked at him with some exasperation and continued, "I thought after everything you've been through, you'd have grown quite a bit, but you're still as naïve as ever, Master."

The flames gently boiled beside him, crackling, and the black color rapidly surrounded the two of them like a fierce tiger, igniting the bridge in an instant.

"This... this shouldn't be necessary, right? Have you even sealed off the area to prevent me from escaping?" Roy sighed silently, tugging at the rainbow ribbons on his arm.

"Indeed, it is very necessary."

"The flames here are the vengeful fires from hell, surrounding and igniting this place, transforming it into a judgment site akin to Prison Tower. Only one person can escape from here!" The Count fixed his crimson gaze on Roy as he spoke.