This Is My Holy Grail War [117]

The dust that had engulfed the forest finally began to clear as Saber halted his offensive. From within the dissipating haze, Achilles emerged, having shaken free from his precarious position. Yet rather than anger, he smiled as he broke through the remnants of the cloud and called out:

“O gods of Olympus! Bear witness and bestow glory and honor upon this battle!”

The towering trees cast shadows that obscured the sunlight, but they couldn’t dim the brilliance of Achilles’ radiant grin. Rider was genuinely elated to have found a Servant who could rival him, his joy so pure it even compelled him to seek the blessings of the gods.

However, Saber did not share this sentiment. To him, treating the Holy Grail War as a mere game was intolerable.

“This isn’t a battle—it’s a war,” Saber retorted immediately. His voice, deep and resonant, spread across the forest, reaching every corner despite its low volume.

“Hah? Who cares about war? I live for the thrill of battle—”

Achilles’ response was abruptly cut short by an unexpected turn of events. Saber lunged toward him with sudden ferocity. This time, Rider was prepared, meeting the charge with unshaken confidence.

As Saber rushed forward, two arrows sliced through the air. The Archer of Red was once again providing cover fire for Achilles, yet Saber showed no intention of retreating.

In the dense forest, despite the Archer of Red being engaged with Berserker, they still managed to assist their ally.

Our Berserker is pitifully weak, Saber thought bitterly. I never would’ve imagined my ally couldn’t even graze the enemy Archer. In the previous two Holy Grail Wars Saber had experienced, every Berserker had been a formidable threat.

Now, as the enemy’s arrows closed in, their sharp tips nearly brushing against Saber’s form, a sudden explosion detonated in front of him. It was a perfectly timed counter by Chiron, the Archer of Saber’s side.

To shoot down an arrow with another arrow—how many in history could claim such skill? Chiron could. His mastery of archery had transcended mortal limits.

But Chiron wasn’t merely intercepting enemy fire; he continued to provide cover for Saber while supporting Berserker. In every way, Chiron lived up to his title as the teacher of heroes. Saber could feel a flurry of arrows raining down across the battlefield, coordinated with unmatched precision.

With such reliable support, Saber felt a surge of confidence as he charged forward.

“War isn’t a one-man show!” Saber roared, his grin feral and fearsome. His dark, rugged face alone commanded awe and intimidation.

His colossal frame shook the ground with every step. Though the sword in his hand appeared disproportionately small compared to his body, its lethality was undiminished.

Raising [Durandal] high, Saber pressed his attack, synchronized with Chiron’s relentless arrows. Each step brought him closer to Achilles, and each movement was coordinated with surgical precision. Saber’s [Mind’s Eye (Fake)] read the enemy’s actions with ease, while Chiron’s skill as a mentor ensured their teamwork was seamless.

I know Chiron is Rider’s former teacher, Saber thought. But the Rider standing before me seems completely oblivious to this fact.

Achilles, enthralled by the intensity of Saber’s charge, remained unaware of the incoming arrows, the true threat. Faced with simultaneous assaults from two directions, Achilles made his choice: he focused on blocking Saber’s blade.

Rider raised his spear, letting the arrows fly toward him unchecked. As his spear clashed with Saber’s blade, Achilles, though smaller in stature, momentarily held the advantage. But before he could capitalize on it, Chiron’s arrow pierced his back.

“Ugh—!” A guttural groan escaped him as his grip on Saber’s sword weakened.

Saber wasted no time. He may have worn Artoria’s face for a significant portion of his life, but he was no knight. To him, pressing an advantage was the only rule.

With a swift move, he parried Achilles’ spear and delivered a devastating slash across Rider’s body. He then followed it with a massive punch, sending Achilles hurtling through the air.

While Achilles’ stats were impressive, his lack of skills like [Mind’s Eye (Fake)] or [Instinct] left him vulnerable in close combat. Saber capitalized on this fully, aided by Chiron’s continued suppressive fire.

Our Archer is simply superior, Saber mused. Not only can he neutralize the enemy’s attacks, but he also creates opportunities for me. Though perhaps Berserker’s incompetence is part of why I’m doing so well.

Still, this was only the beginning. Saber knew they were fighting on home turf—Black Faction’s territory. Vlad III, though seemingly aloof, was a ruthless ruler who would never show mercy to his enemies.

This same Vlad III had once executed tens of thousands of Ottoman soldiers by impaling them on stakes. Though he had been observing until now, Black Lancer finally made his move.

“It all ends here,” Vlad declared, clenching his fist. “[Kazıklı Bey]!”

As he invoked the name of his Noble Phantasm, iron stakes erupted from the earth, targeting none other than Achilles’ heel.

Thrown into the air by Saber’s blow, Achilles could do nothing to alter his trajectory. The stakes were unavoidable.

But Achilles wasn’t one to give up easily. Saber watched as the Rider twisted his body at an impossible angle. To shield his weak point, Achilles willingly chose to take the stakes head-on.

In other words, he let the stakes hit his face instead.

Boom!

A violent explosion rocked the battlefield, and a brilliant green light burst forth from the smoke.

Whether it was Vlad, Chiron, or Saber, all three could fight Achilles head-to-head. Yet today, this arrogant Rider faced all three simultaneously.

Beaten and battered, Achilles barely escaped with his life, narrowly avoiding death. If not for his legendary speed, he would’ve been skewered like a porcupine.

After distancing himself from Vlad’s stakes, Achilles let out a sharp whistle, summoning his chariot. Leaping onto it in one fluid motion, he began his retreat. But before departing, he turned to the Black Faction and declared:

“Well done, Servants of Black. You’ve forced me to get serious! From now on, I’ll treat this contest as a true war. Prepare to face despair and the full force of my wrath!”

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T/N: YAP YAP YAP, also i just realised Enkidu was summoned as a BESERKER its actually OVER.

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