Fate/Magus Path

50 Foreigner

Black flames burned fiercely, and a deep blue sword blade sliced through the sweltering heat waves. The sea breeze, mixed with fine rain, fell, turning the sky over Fuyuki City a dull gray. The drizzling rain evaporated into steam above the flames or flowed back toward the river along the asphalt road.

The black flames burning on the Fuyuki City Bridge carried the anger of the Avenger, and they certainly wouldn't be extinguished by such light rain.

However, surprisingly, even as the entire bridge fell into flames, the city's fire alarms did not sound. In fact, no one seemed to have noticed the situation here, allowing the flames to continue spreading across the bridge. It was as if the residents of the entire city had fallen asleep, completely oblivious to the unusual happenings outside.

"Ugh, that damned Archer actually pushed me to this kind of place, cough cough cough..."

Kayneth, who had just crawled out from the riverbank of Fuyuki City, appeared extremely disheveled. His hair, once filled with noble charm, now hung down wetly, and his expensive clothes were soaked from being submerged in the river.

This was not the worst of it; all the mystic codes and defensive spells he had prepared had been rendered useless in the deluge unleashed by Enki. If Fionn hadn't carried him away to the best of his ability, he too would have been swallowed by this apocalyptic flood, just like the soldiers in Ionioi Hetairoi.

Now, not only were Waver and Rider missing, but his Lancer had also been separated from him at the moment Ionioi Hetairoi collapsed, and it seemed likely that he had been washed away to another location.

"Gilgamesh... this terrifying power truly lives up to the legend of the King of Heroes."

"But how can that guy release such a level of Noble Phantasm even without a Master? What's going on here?"

"Right... and then there are those two fools, Waver and Rider. Facing such a level of Noble Phantasm at such close range will definitely lead to big problems. I need to find them quickly."

Thinking of those two reckless guys, Kayneth immediately gathered his spirits and stood up, glancing at the Command Seal on the back of his hand, preparing to issue a direct command.

"In the name of the Command Seal, I command you, Lancer, return to me immediately..."

"Hold on a moment, El-Melloi. Before you call for your Servant, this old man has a few things he would like to discuss with you first."

"What?"

A voice, old yet filled with power, appeared in Kayneth's ear. It felt as if a foreign object had mixed into syrup, casting an extreme sense of dissonance over Kayneth's heart. He abruptly turned to see a tall old man standing behind him, whose appearance he hadn't noticed before.

Upon recognizing the old man's face, his tone immediately turned urgent.

"Y-You... how did you get here?"

With a head full of white hair and a tall, refined physique, the elderly man was observing him and even smiled politely.

Kayneth certainly recognized this old man.

There were countless titles and legends surrounding him in the moonlit world... The Wizard Marshal, the Master of the Second Magic - Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg.

In the modern world of magus, he was an absolute pinnacle existence.

If Kayneth had still been terrified about being approached without notice, seeing the appearance of Zelretch was no longer strange.

Approaching a Lord of the Clock Tower without anyone noticing seemed incredible in the moonlit world, but since it was Zelretch, it was entirely reasonable. After all, he was Zelretch. An existence that required no explanation or boasting, simply mentioning his name could shake the moonlit world.