Fate: How About a New Savior?

The White House, once meant to serve as the administrative heart of the United States, now stood adorned with statues that clearly didn't be

The White House, once meant to serve as the administrative heart of the United States, now stood adorned with statues that clearly didn't belong to this nation. In the middle of the plaza, an enormous dark purple spear was embedded deep into the ground.

Queen Medbstood proudly in the plaza, basking in the deafening cheers of the Celtic warriors around her.

She waved with a warm smile, as if she were truly adored by countless followers.

Beside her stood a tall figure, wreathed in ominous black and crimson—Cú Chulainn.

"According to Fergus, those soldiers were all created by her using the Holy Grail. What's the point of being so thrilled over a bunch of puppets?"

Hiding within the "No Face May King" alongside Scáthach, Shiomi watched the scene from atop a nearby building, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"That's not quite right. Queen Medb is known as the 'Mother of Many Warriors.' While the warriors weren't born from her in the literal sense, she did extract their genetic data and replicate them within her body. If she so much as cuts her finger with a blade, the blood that hits the ground spreads rapidly, forming a blood pool from which the warriors emerge."

Scáthach calmly shared more intel on Medb with Shiomi.

Now that she possessed the Holy Grail, Medb no longer had to worry about mana consumption and could generate an endless number of soldiers. She was, in every sense of the title, the queen and ruler of the nameless Celtic warriors.

"I see," Shiomi murmured, his eyes half-lidded. "Besides Medb and Cú Chulainn, I can't sense any other Servants nearby. But those soldiers... they're a problem."

Just as he said that, a powerful explosion erupted roughly ten kilometers away, sending a towering column of smoke into the sky. Even from the plaza inside the White House, Medb could see it clearly.

"Huh? What? An explosion? An attack? Don't tell me those useless rebels have already made it this far?" Medb scowled in irritation.

With a casual wave of her hand, the soldiers who had just been cheering spun around in perfect unison and charged off toward the site of the explosion without hesitation.

With an explosion happening so close, Medb had every reason to believe a sizable enemy force had arrived, and she immediately dispatched her available troops.

Truth be told, Medb found it odd. As far as she knew, the rebel forces were still locked in a stalemate in the south... Could it be a fast cavalry unit?

In reality, the explosion had been caused by a long-range spell Shiomi set up along her route—its sole purpose was to lure Medb's Celtic warriors away.

The goal was to isolate Medb and Cú Chulainn as much as possible.

Shiomi hadn't expected it to work so well. Medb had sent out all her guards without a second thought.

"Hey, Medb," Cú Chulainn said flatly.

"What is it, little Cú?"

Medb responded kindly, but a cold voice cut through the air.

"Reality Marble—'Eternal Orkney.'"

In an instant, the White House where Medb and Cú Chulainn stood transformed into a frigid, snow-covered island.

Amid the howling wind and falling snow, two figures slowly stepped into view.

"Who are you?" Medb demanded.

Shiomi and Scáthach stepped forward slowly.

"A pseudo-Reality Marble... You created this Magecraft because you lack a strong enough inner landscape?" Scáthach sounded rather impressed.

"You could say that..." Shiomi was a little embarrassed to admit that the name had come from Morgan.

He had originally modeled it after a Reality Marble, creating a pseudo-version that could temporarily alter an area of several hundred square meters. It didn't isolate the area from the world—on the outside, it just appeared to be shrouded in heavy fog, making it impossible to enter or leave freely.

It was a large-scale Grand Magecraft, gradually developed based on Morgan's "Garden" Magecraft. Since the final result turned out like this, Morgan had given it its name.

"To think you'd actually walk straight into enemy territory... You really are dramatic, Master," Cú Chulainn said, looking at Scáthach with his usual cold and superior tone.

"I had to stop a certain fool who's lost all reason," Scáthach replied calmly.

"Oh? So that guy beside you is Chaldea's Master?" Cú Chulainn looked at Shiomi. "That's some impressive Rune Magecraft. Even I couldn't pull that off."

Scáthach pointed her spear at Cú Chulainn. "Be honored. He's my disciple—more brilliant and gifted than you. He came with me today to settle some unfinished business."

"A new apprentice, huh? No wonder he's this good." Cú Chulainn bared his sharp teeth, a bloody glint flashing in his eyes.

Medb chuckled playfully. "Oh my~ I didn't think Scáthach would take on another apprentice~"

She gave Shiomi a seductive smile, her eyes roaming over him. "That body and face are just my type. And that perfectly balanced jealousy... It's delicious. Really, it's love at first sight~"

Shiomi said nothing.

Medb slowly stepped closer, producing a golden goblet of mead from who-knows-where and raised it toward Shiomi.

"Please, have a drink," she said with a sultry look.

"My Red Mead," one of Medb's many Noble Phantasms. It was said to possess enchanting properties—normally, it would transform into a flowing torrent that would drown her enemies without them even realizing it.

Just a single sip, and any man would become hers.

Now, with the Holy Grail's power enhancing it, simply offering the drink alongside her B-rank Charisma was enough to compel most men into accepting and drinking it willingly, unable to refuse.

Scáthach, recognizing it for what it was, moved to stop him—but Shiomi calmly walked toward Medb.

"My, up close he's even more tempting. You've got an incredible eye for disciples, Scáthach~" Medb teased, both playful and mocking.

"..."

This time it was Scáthach who fell silent. As Shiomi reached out his hand, she even smiled—an expression Medb couldn't decipher.

As confusion crossed Medb's face, Cú Chulainn's magic spear came thrusting down from above. Shiomi stepped back.

"Tch... too shallow," Shiomi said, turning the Erosion Blade in his hand and smiling coldly. "I was hoping I could finish you off right then."

Snapping back to her senses, Medb instinctively clutched her chest. Blood trickled through her fingers, staining her pale, flat abdomen red.

The golden dagger had barely pierced her chest. If Cú Chulainn hadn't intervened in time, her Spirit Core would've been destroyed.

"How... how could this..."

Even Fionn and Diarmuid couldn't resist the mead, yet this man not only refused to take it—he tried to use the moment to assassinate her.

A mere human...

Medb seethed with fury.

"You'd best give up, Medb," Cú Chulainn said, tilting his head with a wicked grin as he eyed Shiomi. "This guy's just like the old me. There's no way he'll ever belong to you."

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