With the Black Faction’s defenses shattered, the entire Yggdmillennia territory had turned into a chaotic battlefield.
Masters could no longer safely remain inside the castle; Servants had no choice but to protect their Masters while engaging in brutal combat against the invading Red forces.
Countless summoned creatures poured forth from the floating garden, rapidly converging toward the Yggdmillennia fortress. There they clashed fiercely with Vlad III and the other Black...
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Crack—!
As Kotomine Shirou finished speaking, his figure flickered, vanishing entirely from the room. At the same moment, the sound of something breaking echoed faintly in Emiya Shirou’s ears.
An icy chill crept down Shirou's spine, and cold sweat broke out uncontrollably on his forehead, instinctively warning him of the unimaginable danger about to erupt.
Buzz!
The air around him trembled violently.
“[Incursio]!”...
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“To save all humanity...”
Shirou gazed quietly at Kotomine Shirou without revealing any emotion. He didn’t know how to respond to such an overwhelming wish.
“Well? Have you decided, Master of the King of Knights?”
Kotomine Shirou’s face displayed a genuinely pure smile, his gaze directly meeting Emiya Shirou’s eyes.
The two stood silently, facing each other in the darkened room.
“Your wish…is incredibly noble. Noble enough to earn my sinc...
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Click—
As night fell, Emiya Shirou dragged his weary body to the door of his room and slowly pushed it open, stepping inside.
Since night was the most active time for the Holy Grail War, Shirou hadn't completely exhausted himself during the daytime training. Just a short rest would be enough for him to regain his strength.
However, the instant he stepped into his room, Shirou immediately sensed something wrong.
Rather than sensing it directly, it was ...
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“Archer, could you guide me again later?”
Shirou wanted desperately to re-enter that mysterious state of clarity he’d experienced before.
It had taken him four hours of practice just to consistently hit the tree trunk, but Archer of Black had enabled him to pierce through that same trunk with merely a single instruction.
The difference in efficiency was utterly staggering. Shirou needed to become stronger—urgently.
He didn’t want to remain a burden to ...
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“Focus your strength from your legs upward—channel it all into the bow!”
A stern, commanding voice suddenly rang out from empty space around Emiya.
Instinctively, Emiya followed the voice’s instructions without question. He drew a sharp breath, gathering all the strength he could muster.
A spark of magical energy glowed faintly at the tip of the arrow in Emiya Shirou's hand.
Somehow, guided by that voice, he found it remarkably easy to concentrate his en...
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It was nearing noon, and the scorching sun blazed overhead like a fiery orb, mercilessly roasting everything beneath it. Even the verdant grass bowed its proud head under the oppressive heat.
Wisps of white vapor steadily rose from the parched ground.
Under this blazing sun, a red-haired youth stood in the courtyard amidst the swirling steam, mechanically repeating the motions of drawing his bow and firing, again and again.
It was as if nothing in the outside world co...
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“You're awake!”
The moment Emiya Shirou opened his eyes, an anxious voice called out beside him.
Shirou turned toward the voice, immediately confronted by a mass of bright pink hair filling his vision.
“Rider?”
He murmured in confusion.
“Just lie down—you’re injured—!”
Seeing Shirou try to sit up, Astolfo quickly pressed him back down onto the bed.
Though Shirou had been treated with healing magecraft, his injuries were severe...
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Buzz—!
A resonant hum rang out as emerald-green magical energy surged around Achilles.
Achilles paid no heed to Spartacus, who was on the verge of detonating himself; his gaze was fixed entirely upon Arthur, filled solely with a burning desire for combat.
Even in the face of mounting pressure, his expression remained unchanged from start to finish.
Since Arthur hadn't yet disappeared, there was only one thing Achilles needed to do now.
Here ...
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Eris stood frozen for a long moment before snapping out of it. She looked up at Ghislaine, face tightening in frustration.
Because she felt like she was being talked down to. Treated like a child.
But the moment she looked—
Ghislaine’s face was still as serious as ever, her eyes narrowed slightly as she watched the four conversing in the distance.
Her expression was cold, austere.
It reminded Eris of those stern moments during sword lessons.
Gh...
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The setting sun hung low.
A pale hand waved in front of Allen’s face.
Snapping his gaze away from those reddish-brown eyes.
“Allen? Are you okay?”
Allen looked at Sylphy.
The dust had settled. In the golden afterglow, she crouched before him on one knee—
Her eyes filled with concern.
The moon-white gown traced her silhouette perfectly. That squat, modest posture wrapped in flowing fabric concealed a bit of youthful awkwardness, and brou...
2025-08-05 10:38:59 +0000 UTC
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A gleam of steel sliced through the air.
Carving the wind.
Ripples stirred across the surface of the air—
Then vanished within a pair of crimson eyes.
Silent.
But emotion had weight, and form.
The young lady immediately lit up with excitement, eyes wide as she snapped her head up to look at Allen, her gaze fervent.
“I could see that slash! I mean... the feeling of it!! Yeah, I could feel it in the air!!”
R...
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Eris blinked, as if a realization had just struck her, then suddenly turned to look at Hiramune in Ghislaine’s hand.
The blood-hued blade gleamed with a peerless sharpness.
Allen’s equally sharp voice followed.
“By pushing my [Perception Flow] to its limits, I did manage to catch Ghislaine’s killing intent—and from that, deduce the trajectory of her blade. I barely managed to guide mine into position using [Intent Flow]
2025-08-05 10:38:49 +0000 UTC
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“Let me see for myself—what makes a King-level [Longsword of Light].”
Allen shut off his perception of sound and made no attempt to suppress his killing intent.
In that moment, immersed in the extremity of his focused [Perception Flow], he let it all go.
Faint tremors rippled from his throat, spreading outward like ripples over a dark, viscous lake.
That was his sharpness.
His killing intent.
It struck against ...
2025-08-05 10:38:43 +0000 UTC
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At least it’s just my picture—not the one of Watanabe Takeru.
Kitahara Takeru dared not imagine what would happen if Kamikawa Rie ever found out what he’d done under his other identity.
That relief lasted all of three seconds. As the grip on his neck tightened, his brain started going foggy—he was gasping, tongue nearly hanging out.
“I’m dying—Rie, I’m gonna die! Ease up! Take it easy!”
Totally spineless, Kitahara immediately started b...
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Kitahara Takeru stared at the small hand tugging at his sleeve for a long moment before finally saying,
“Mornings are a no. I don’t like riding the subway.”
That was the whole reason he bought a bike in the first place.
Honestly, if he were old enough, he’d have gone for an Audi.
Not that kind of Audi (the toy line), but the real big-boy Audi.
“…I understand.”
Hearing his answer, Katsura Kotonoha slowly lowered her head. ...
2025-08-05 10:38:34 +0000 UTC
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Tokyo weather really does change faster than a girl’s mood.
Walking out of the station with the morning crowd, Itou Makoto fished an umbrella from his bag, mind drifting elsewhere.
Yesterday, while Saionji Sekai was flipping through a fashion magazine, she asked him who he thought looked the best. He’d pointed to the girl with the biggest chest. She’d put her clothes back on and left without another word.
Itou still didn’t get it. You’re the one...
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Once Katsura Kotonoha had steadied herself, Kitahara Takeru let go of her wrist and casually grabbed onto a hand strap above.
“Morning.”
“Good morning, Kitahara-kun.”
With a simple greeting exchanged, Kitahara didn’t say anything further. He lowered his head and started fiddling with his phone.
Kotonoha looked at the boy standing before her—white shirt, black slacks, short silver hair, a black earring. His face was clean-cut and handsome, his figure ...
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Tokyo
Nerima Ward.
A petite girl dressed in a hamster onesie put down her game controller and called out without lifting her head, “Onii-chan, I’m hungry. I want a late-night snack.”
She waited a long while without hearing a response. Umaru Doma turned her head—empty room.
She suddenly remembered: her brother was working late tonight and wouldn’t be coming home.
“Good thing I bought snacks today.”
Umaru p...
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Nothing was more terrifying than sudden silence.
Well, perhaps one thing was—being at a complete loss for how to break it.
Gotham Song raised an eyebrow slightly, taking a deep breath to steady herself and regain full clarity.
Meanwhile, Van Gogh’s mind had utterly short-circuited. She stood frozen in place, like a turkey about to plummet into the oven, feathers already plucked clean.
Her jet-black hair shimmered faintly with the amber glow of dusk, yet the cool, s...
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Gotham Song stealthily slipped out of Mejiro Ramonu’s room.
Honestly, every time she stepped inside, she felt oddly nostalgic.
After all, the very first room she’d stayed in after arriving at Mejiro Manor had been Ramonu-nee’s. Something had happened in there—something she still didn’t dare tell the owner of the room about, involving a significant amount of blood.
Yeah… it hurt, and there was a lot of blood.
She glanced at the door plate number, no...
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Under Gotham Song’s silently oppressive gaze, the URA executives finally bowed their once-proud heads.
After that, things proceeded swiftly. Gotham Song had already issued her verdict, and Secretariat, who had eagerly anticipated this moment, showed no hesitation, practically forcing the representatives across the table to sign before revealing a satisfied smile.
“Excellent. This document is now officially in effect. From this moment, the Japan Cup has been downgraded to a loc...
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She must have overlooked something crucial!
But Gotham Song couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was at the moment, so she reluctantly pushed her confusion aside.
At least, in the end, everyone still respected her wishes. Treve wasn't given overly harsh treatment for the incident.
After breakfast concluded, Gotham Song promptly collapsed onto the sofa, surrounded by Daiichi Ruby and Manhattan Cafe, resuming her usual hobby.
Or rather, it had long surpassed mere hobby—
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When Gotham Song awoke the next morning, her first sensation was suffocation.
And the cause?
Mejiro McQueen was clinging to her so tightly that any attempt to escape felt impossible. The firm press of that embrace made breathing difficult, an unrelenting confinement squeezing against her chest.
But then there was the psychological blow from the other side—where Treve clung just as closely.
Er… Treve’s hugging me from behind…? Ha ha, I must've overslept. Thi...
2025-08-05 10:34:16 +0000 UTC
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Even without looking, Gotham Song knew tonight's top trending topic would still be herself and the Japan Cup.
Hmm…how to put it? After the previous Kikukasho, she'd roughly understood her own level of popularity, and after everything that happened tonight, it was certain to skyrocket even further.
She hadn’t only won a stunning victory—she’d fully revealed her true form and even topped it off with her one-and-only Winner's Concert.
With all that combined, it would be...
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When the legendary past intersects with the present, what kind of brilliance will burst forth?
This was a question without a clear answer, wasn’t it?
Yet Gotham Song felt she now knew the answer with absolute clarity.
Why?
Because she herself had become a legend bridging past and present, stepping from a darkness devoid of hope onto a stage just as shrouded in shadow, under the gaze of countless eyes.
Yet it was precisely in this darkness that Gotham Song clear...
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When you've claimed victory, when you've taken the spotlight and won glorious first place before everyone's eyes—what's the very first thing you should do?
For Gotham Song, apparently, it was wrapping her arm around Mejiro McQueen’s waist and gently guiding her from the presentation platform toward the athlete's exit tunnel.
Hmm, seems like my silly little sister really overexerted herself. She can’t even walk straight anymore? If that's the case, Gotham Song would simply ha...
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"Mejiro McQueen is falling far behind!"
Unwilling. Completely unwilling. How could I possibly accept this?
Phantom Twilight Song felt her own body trembling. Mejiro McQueen’s physique wasn’t suitable for a runaway style at all. But the simplest way to defeat Twilight Song was clear.
Chase her down. Match her runaway style!
But…but that's impossible. Completely impossible…
That being was a monster. An invincible monster. A monster about t...
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“Who would've guessed it? Gotham Song, known as a late-stage chaser, is the first out of the gates?!”
As soon as the gate lights flashed green, Mejiro McQueen launched forward, feeling as though her performance exceeded any previous attempt.
Yet despite that, despite choosing the runaway tactic to seize this heaven-sent victory, she'd fallen behind from the very start?!
Mejiro McQueen instinctively glanced ahead at the rival who was outpacing her—her body enveloped in ...
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A few minutes later, Urara and the others concluded their performance with one final dance move pointing toward the sky, marking a perfect end to their Uma Pyoi routine.
“Woooo———!” Cheers erupted enthusiastically from the audience.
“That was incredible!”
“I wish I could see it again!”
“Thank you, everyone~!” Urara and her fellow performers cheerfully waved goodbye, then exited the Winner’s Concert.
“That was so good!” The audience see...
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