Abnormality In Type-Moon: Madness Of Animeverse

Rin Tohsaka sprinted across nearly half of Fuyuki City, arriving at the small hill in record time.

The castle, once the headquarters of the Mage's Association's branch, had long been reduced to rubble. The scorching sand was now cold, compacted dirt. The air carried no hint of malice or bloodshed; everything was eerily calm. The enemy had been gone for quite some time.

As she ascended the trail, Rin spotted Roy descending quickly, carrying Saber in his arms.

"Thank goodness, you're okay…!"

Seeing Roy unharmed, Rin exhaled deeply, the weight on her heart finally lifting.

She had been terrified when she saw that dazzling golden rain covering the sky. Her mind raced with fear, imagining that Roy might have been obliterated in an instant. No, she had even resigned herself to finding only his shattered remains when she arrived. Yet, against all odds, he survived.

The relief she felt was so overwhelming that Rin silently decided she might actually visit a shrine to make an offering after this ordeal.

Roy regarded Rin, who was still catching her breath, with a stoic expression.

"What's wrong?" she asked, noticing something amiss in his demeanor.

"…It's nothing," Roy replied after a pause, shaking his head. His reluctance to elaborate was clear.

Rin found his behavior odd but didn't press further. She assumed that surviving such a terrifying onslaught might have shaken him mentally, and he simply needed time.

"What about Saber?" Rin shifted her focus to the unconscious figure in Roy's arms.

"She forced the Lesser Grail to materialize into a Guardian form," Roy explained, his tone heavy. "But just now, the Grail spiraled out of control. I managed to temporarily seal it, but Saber fainted and hasn't woken up since."

Roy glanced down at Okita Souji, who rested quietly in his arms.

Her breathing was steady, her body warm—everything appeared normal. Yet she remained unresponsive, as if lost in a deep slumber.

Unable to determine what was wrong, Roy had no choice but to let her rest.

"Lancer's group is done for, so all things considered, it's a decent outcome," Rin remarked, though a wry smile followed.

"But that golden Servant… isn't this a bit too much of a cheat? How is anyone supposed to deal with something like that?"

The power gap was insurmountable. No amount of strategy could bridge such a chasm. Even Rin, with her resourcefulness, shuddered at the thought of opposing that golden Servant. There wasn't even a sliver of confidence that they could win.

Roy's brows twitched slightly.

He turned back for a moment, glancing at the now-ruined hill behind them. His thoughts were unreadable.

"Let's go back. The final battle is approaching," he said, breaking the silence.

With that, he descended the hill without another word, still holding Okita.

The Lesser Grail now held the souls of eight Servants—well beyond the number required for the ritual. It was a ticking time bomb, ready to ignite at any moment. Though Roy had sealed it for now, the containment wouldn't last long.

The decisive confrontation would likely come tonight.

"The final battle…" Rin muttered, the image of that golden Servant looming in her mind. A headache brewed.

How could they possibly win against such a foe?

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At the Aozaki Residence

When that golden light appeared in the sky, chaos erupted in the Aozaki household.

The location matched the Mage's Association branch Roy had mentioned. With such a massive disturbance, even the ever-composed Ai Hayasaka couldn't completely hide her concern, her brows furrowed tightly.

The tension finally eased when Roy returned.

Seeing that Okita was still unconscious, Roy carried her to a room, where Miku Nakano volunteered to care for her. Roy left her to it.

In the courtyard, Roy took out the Lesser Grail.

The artifact shimmered with golden light, occasionally trembling violently. Roy meticulously inscribed a series of runic barriers around it, barely managing to suppress its instability—but only for the time being.

"Roy-sama."

A hesitant voice called out from nearby.

Roy turned to see Utaha Kasumigaoka draped in an oversized jacket, standing under the corridor.

"What is it?" he asked.

"That golden light earlier… was that also part of the Holy Grail War?"

"Yes. Impressive, wasn't it? But that was merely the handiwork of one Servant," Roy replied, his tone tinged with resignation.

Utaha sat beside him on the veranda, pulling her coat tighter around herself as if warding off a chill.

In truth, she wanted to tell Roy to withdraw from this dangerous war. But she knew better than to voice such a sentiment. This was Roy's decision—one he'd made with full knowledge of the risks, prepared to face death if necessary. To ask him to retreat would be to trample on his resolve.

"Will you have to fight that Servant?"

"Probably. If I want to win this war, there's no way around it," Roy admitted calmly.

That golden Servant was undoubtedly the final obstacle standing between him and the Greater Grail. While he had initially feared more unpredictable opponents joining the fray, it now seemed clear that this would be the ultimate battle.

"But don't worry," Roy said suddenly, flashing a confident smile.

"Do you remember what I told you before? If I die, you're to seek shelter with Aoko Aozaki. Forget that," he said.

"Eh?"

Utaha blinked in confusion, momentarily misinterpreting his words.

She quickly dismissed the thought. Roy wasn't the type to abandon her to fend for herself.

"Utaha, I won't die," Roy declared with solemn conviction.

"I'll survive, win this war, and return victorious!"

Hearing his unwavering promise, Utaha's lips curled into a faint smile.

"…I'll hold you to that."

"Good."

She hesitated for a moment before taking Roy's hand and leading him away from the courtyard.

"Roy-sama, please come with me."

Bewildered, Roy let her guide him to a side room—Utaha's personal quarters.

"I may have acquired magical energy, but it's barely a drop in the bucket for you. I can't help you much in this war… except in this one area," she said, her cheeks tinged with pink.

Once inside, Utaha locked the door behind them. Her hands moved to unfasten the buttons of her blouse, her expression a mix of shyness and determination.

"I still have one pair of stockings left… Shall we rip them together?"

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