Fate: Hero of Justice Takeover
Chapter 341: [341] The Great Clash

Chapter 341: [341] The Great Clash

On this day, the magical girls finally remembered the fear of being dominated by that young man.

Because of him, Rin was bundled up and tossed into a school building, her Rider-class card swindled away. Because of him, the magical girls’ operation to defeat Caster ended in disaster, utterly crushed by a holy sword—even Kuro’s intervention was beaten back. Because of him, Berserker’s life was stolen, and Illya and Kuro were forcibly separated, causing no small uproar...

In the forest, Illya passionately recounted the "evil deeds" committed by Sakatsuki. But as she spoke, the hostility on Ritsuka and the Servants’ faces gradually faded, replaced instead by looks of disdain, as if they were staring at the scum of humanity.

They were all sharp-minded individuals, not elementary schoolers like Illya and Miyu, nor childish like Rin and Luvia. Naturally, they could see Sakatsuki’s mischievous tendencies.

There was no overt malice, yet he repeatedly toyed with these adorable girls like Illya... This guy’s personality was downright awful!

"See, from a certain perspective, haven’t I let you off three times already?" With his identity exposed, Sakatsuki dropped all pretense, spreading his hands with a shameless grin. "Besides, I just helped you take down this giant boar. Even if it’s not a grand feat, it’s still effort, right?"

As he spoke, Sakatsuki subtly shifted sideways, inching closer to a crimson figure.

"Ugh..." Illya was left speechless, while Ritsuka stepped forward and cut straight to the point.

"Thank you for your help. May I ask your name?"

"Sakatsuki."

Uttering the name so brazenly, Sakatsuki glanced at Illya and Miyu, whose expressions had drastically changed, and flashed a malicious smile:

"I feel like the name Sakatsuki—suits me perfectly!"

As the last four words left his lips, the young man vanished into a diamond-shaped spatial rift, reappearing in an instant with his hand reaching for Mash—or more accurately, the shield in her grasp!

"Move!" A furious shout rang out as Cú Chulainn, who had never let his guard down, charged forward. Mash instantly donned her spiritual attire and swung the heavy Round Table Shield with all her might.

BAM!

As if foreseeing the move, Sakatsuki lifted his legs mid-air, planting them firmly on the shield to pivot and redirect his momentum like a cannonball—straight toward his true target: Draco.

"Well then, until next time, Master of Chaldea... and my adorable little friends. Ahahahaha—!"

Amidst hearty, spirited laughter, the young man wrapped his arms around the unresisting Draco and plunged into layers of overlapping spatial rifts, vanishing without a trace.

"Damn it!" Cú Chulainn cursed, slamming his spear into the ground in frustration. Meanwhile, among the magical girls, Illya watched Miyu with concern—for when Sakatsuki had used his displacement magecraft, fear had flickered across her face once more.

"Miyu..."

"Illya." Her friend’s voice steadied Miyu. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "I’m fine. Thank you."

But beyond gratitude, she offered no further explanation, her eyes flickering with unspoken resolve.

***

Space warped as Sakatsuki, still holding Draco by the waist, landed softly on a grassy field.

The moment he turned around, Draco seized his collar and slammed him onto the grass with a snarl.

"Thou—how didst thou summon the Beast of He without my consent?!"

Draco’s expression remained stormy, her tackle brimming with aggression. Yet her golden locks cascaded disobediently, brushing against the young man’s cheeks, and her grip on his collar lacked any real force—giving the impression of a petulant child throwing a tantrum.

Noticing the smirk tugging at Sakatsuki’s lips, Draco’s frustration mounted. In a fit of pique, she leaned down and sank her teeth into his shoulder.

"Ow ow ow—! Your Majesty, are you part puppy?! Calm down!"

"I am a dragon! The Crimson Dragon of Babylon! Rawr!"

SMACK!

A crisp sound rang out, followed by Draco’s indignant yelp—and finally, silence.

Stretched out on the grass, breathing in the scent of earth and greenery, Sakatsuki felt drowsiness creeping over him.

After rushing back from the battle with the Ainsworths and slaughtering a boar rivaling a top-tier Servant in this world, all he wanted was a long vacation—or perhaps to join one of those quintessential summer events. Something like "Scorching Summer! Island? Grand Adventure!" or "Refreshing Summer! Paradise? Great Labyrinth!"...

At this point, how could he not recognize where they were?

FGO’s very first summer event: "Summer! Ocean! Pioneering Frontiers!"—also known as [FGO 2017 Summer: Chaldea Summer Memories ~ Healing White Beach], the singularity event with the largest Servant roster at the time and the birthplace of the earliest summer Spirit Origin variants.

Except here, Chaldea’s forces were far more streamlined. Among the male Servants, There was no lewd pirate Blackbeard, no noble lord Diarmuid’s master—that is, the ever-wise, thumb-sucking Fionn mac Cumhaill, and certainly no "Little Sun" Karna gracing the beach with his blazing charisma.

As for the female Servants, the ever-versatile Scáthach-sensei—ahem, miss—was notably absent. This was the core reason for Chaldea and the magical girls’ struggles. Similarly, the twin pirate duo Anne Bonny & Mary Read, as well as the iron-fisted Saint Martha, were nowhere to be seen.

In their place stood Sakatsuki, Draco, and the trio of Illya, Miyu, and Kuro.

"What dost thou ponder?" Having recovered from her earlier embarrassment, Draco crawled back to Sakatsuki’s side, her expression uncharacteristically soft.

Sakatsuki met her gaze, seeing his own reflection in her wine-deep eyes.

Now that he thought about it, he had noticed—Draco was genuinely happy to see him. She’d just spent so long as a Beast that she’d forgotten how to express it properly.

And also... wasn’t this little red dragon being too docile?

Mulling over these idle thoughts, Sakatsuki raised a hand and summoned a golden Holy Grail, tossing it carelessly toward Draco.

"Here, it’s yours."

"Thou dost resemble a man tossing scraps to a stray hound..." Draco murmured, making no move to catch it, letting the Grail hover mid-air. "Surely thou hast noticed—this Grail sustains this singularity. Should it vanish, so too shall this place."

"Want to stay a bit longer?" Sakatsuki raised an eyebrow. "But judging by Chaldea and Illya’s state, life here hasn’t been easy for you all, has it?"

Rather than taking the bait, Draco answered with startling honesty.

"Helpless. Servants are, at their core, instruments of war. And without thee, I am but a profligate emperor—what would I know of construction?"

Under Sakatsuki’s amused gaze, Draco’s cheeks flushed. She quickly grew flustered, pounding his chest in irritation.

"Enough lazing about! Fetch me wine! Fetch me a feast! Fetch me a palace! Tonight, I shalt rest upon a bed of the softest swan-down!"

"Fine, fine, as you wish, Your Majesty. But since it’s summer vacation, I’ve got a bold idea—"

"Silence! The empire hath laws—wait. Hmm. Hmm. This... could indeed prove amusing?"

"Whisper whisper... So, what do you think, Your Majesty? I guarantee it’ll be an unforgettable game."

"Umu! I approve! But do not forget—I shalt partake as well!"

Thus, not long after Sakatsuki and Draco’s grand exit, a booming voice echoed across the island.

"Ahem, testing, testing—

Announcing the commencement of the 3rd Holy Grail Grand Prix!

The event: The Great Clash! Midnight Heartbeat Werewolf Village on a Remote Island!"

Under the orchestration of a certain unrestrained young man, the legendary (and chaotic) game of Werewolf kicked off in uproarious fashion.

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