Chapter 30. Red vs Black

I Will Eventually Embark on the Path of No Return Called a Hero [Arc2] - 30. Red vs Black

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"Although we haven't spent much time together…"

Mordred performed an unfamiliar knightly gesture, her tone tinged with a hint of sadness for the first time.

"But I really enjoyed the time spent with you."

"This thing is useless now," Sisigou kicked the car, which was beyond repair.

"How can you treat Mordred's car like this!" Mordred, dissatisfied, grabbed Sisigou by the collar and lifted him up. To get Sisigou's feet off the ground, Mordred had to stand on her tiptoes.

"Cough, cough, cough! It's not my fault it got wrecked!" Sisigou, his feet finally off the ground, managed to speak without choking. "And! Get your facts straight!"

Not far away, Siegfried awkwardly held his sword, unsure whether to attack now or wait for their argument to end.

With their overwhelming advantage in numbers, the Black Faction had adopted a rather brutal strategy.

The Red Faction's vanguard—no, actually all of their deployed Servants—consisted only of Lancer and Rider. Although both were exceptional, Vlad III, with his local popularity bonus, could barely match one of them. Chiron, with his centaur form and familiarity with Achilles, could at least hold him back, leaving them with enough Servants to sweep the battlefield.

According to the intelligence brought back by Caules, Red Saber had the power to crush Frankenstein, and Red Archer, Atalanta, was a Greek huntress with archery skills rivaling Chiron's. Moreover, the actions of Red Saber and Red Archer were unknown, and they could potentially cause chaos somewhere on the battlefield.

Adding to the complexity, Red Lancer's strength was inscrutable. Even Vlad III himself wasn't confident of victory. But this was the Holy Grail War, not a one-on-one duel. He was a Servant and also a king. Although he hated these enemies, he would not let his hatred cloud his judgment.

This was war!

One person's victory did not signify the victory of the war!

As long as they could hold back Red's strongest Rider and Lancer, no one could resist their strongest Saber.

So, as the strongest Black Faction Servant, Siegfried didn't assist Vlad III in beating up Red Lancer. Instead, he swept the battlefield while searching for the whereabouts of Red Archer and Saber.

Now he had found them! Although he wasn't sure how to start...

"Huh? From the looks of it, you must be Black's Saber. You seem pretty strong! Totally different from the previous Berserker," Mordred said, letting go of Sisigou and taking a few steps forward as her armor pieces assembled around her.

Frankenstein, who was busy smashing dragon tooth warriors, sneezed.

Siegfried silently watched Mordred. It wasn't that Gordes didn't permit him to speak; it was just his personality. Communication was only needed through the sword in his hand.

"What's with the silence? Are you a mute or something?" Mordred clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction, raising her hand to reveal the radiant sword in her grip.

"Well, I should be on my way," Sisigou adjusted his collar.

"Eh! Just as I was about to show off a perfect battle," Mordred pouted.

"I don't want to get involved," Sisigou pointed to the surrounding battlefield. "I trust you."

With that, Sisigou turned and left.

"Alright, alright," Mordred twisted her neck. "Not seizing the chance to attack, you've got some knightly spirit after all—Black's Saber."

What should I say in response?

Forget it, I'll just keep quiet...

Siegfried remained annoyingly... silent.

I'll just let my sword do the talking later!

However, Mordred wasn't the type to understand and enjoy a sword clash like her father. Mordred was clearly a one-track-minded individual, and she was prone to explosive reactions.

Siegfried's silence directly triggered Mordred's temper.

"Watch me make you cry out in pain!"

Crimson lightning gathered between her legs as Mordred shot towards Siegfried like a cannonball.

Siegfried's eyes narrowed. He stepped back, and his Balmung clashed with Mordred's radiant sword from above, creating a storm that swept the surrounding earth. Broken dragon tooth soldiers, shattered golems, and dead automatons rained down like a storm.

"Boom----"

The earth sank with the rumble, and Mordred's lips curled into a smile. Crimson lightning danced between her arms, increasing the power of her radiant sword. Cracks began to appear in the ground beneath Siegfried.

Siegfried took a deep breath, shifting his body to the right. The radiant sword cut into the ground, and Mordred's eyes narrowed as a figure raised their sword through the billowing smoke.

"Cut!"

With a clenched jaw, Mordred didn't attempt to block but instead forcefully drove the crimson lightning through her radiant sword directly into the ground, causing lightning to leap through the fissures before exploding.

Siegfried quickly raised Balmung to shield himself, using the explosion to distance himself from Mordred.

"Not bad, Black's Saber," Mordred wiped the dust from her face.

"You're strong too," Siegfried said seriously while holding Balmung.

"Finally talking?" Mordred pulled out her radiant sword and rested it on her shoulder.

"I'm not good at communication."

"Really boring," Mordred shrugged, her emerald eyes seemingly burning with fire. "But it's enough for an opponent!"

She and Siegfried were completely opposite types of Sabers. Siegfried had exceptional swordsmanship, almost reaching a superhuman level, wielding Balmung to slay the evil dragon Fafnir. Mordred, on the other hand, was a pure warrior, driven by instinct, embodying a brutal and violent form of swordsmanship with no sense of grace—truly a killing sword.

"Has Saber appeared?" Kotomine, hiding among the trees, nodded. "Where's Archer?"

"Still on the battlefield's outskirts, with Ruler," Semiramis, sitting on her throne and scanning the surrounding images, conveyed the message through a contract to Kotomine.

"Has she really arrived?" Kotomine sighed. Although he had expected it, he was still a bit nervous when Cyd actually showed up.

Unlike Jeanne, Cyd was genuinely loved by the gods. He had gathered blessings from twelve major gods and the King of the Underworld. Even the mythological descriptions of these blessings were vague.

The most troubling factor was Atalanta's stance. If she allied with Cyd, the Red Faction's position would become truly precarious. Caster Shakespeare had stated his intention to merely go with the flow, while Assassin Semiramis aimed to control the garden, leaving the burden of the actual battle on Lancer and Rider.

Even though their Saber was now facing Black's Saber, the situation hadn't improved much.

If Atalanta caused trouble now, it could really fall apart.

"Looks like we can only deal with one of their Servants first?" Kotomine turned his attention to Frankenstein, who was sweeping the dragon tooth soldiers.

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