This Is My Holy Grail War [120]

[Under Archer Chiron’s guidance, you have acquired the E-Rank skill: High-Speed Divine Words.]

[You have gained a basic understanding of the language of the gods, allowing you to cast spells without connecting to magical circuits.]

After only a brief session with Chiron, Saber felt her abilities leap forward. Though she had long held the grimoire gifted by Medea, she had only skimmed its contents, never having the time to properly study [High-Speed Divine Words]. Now, under Chiron’s guidance, she had quickly grasped the fundamentals.

This progress came from less than two hours of study. If this pace continued, her skills would grow exponentially in the coming lessons.

The nature of the Holy Grail’s summoning system had allowed her to cross the boundary between mortal and divine, granting her the aptitude to learn [High-Speed Divine Words].

However, Saber had neither the time nor the stamina to study such a skill on her own. The magic of the Age of Gods was not something one could master overnight—it required years of practice to even speak its simplest incantations.

Unlike typical magecraft, the divine incantations couldn’t be bypassed. Reading directly from a grimoire might allow basic usage, but [High-Speed Divine Words] were indispensable for unleashing the true potential of the spells.

Saber had previously relied on transforming into Medea to copy [High-Speed Divine Words] and then using that ability to cast spells. Without it, she couldn’t even perform the simplest of spells, as all the magecraft in the book was rooted in divine incantations.

Thus, when Chiron asked what she wanted to learn, Saber had immediately chosen [High-Speed Divine Words] without hesitation.

“That’s enough for tonight, Saber,” Chiron said with a warm smile, sitting casually on a wooden stool in the room.

“I’ve never seen a student as diligent as you. Ah, if only Achilles had half your enthusiasm!” He chuckled, casually revealing a bit of Rider of Red’s embarrassing past.

“He didn’t want to learn?” Saber asked, surprised. She clutched the black grimoire tightly, looking every bit like a model student—polite, earnest, and eager for knowledge.

“Not at all. He skipped class all the time!” Chiron sighed, smiling wryly. “Teaching him was a nightmare. He avoided lessons, refused to study properly, and the moment he heard about magecraft, he’d pretend not to listen.”

So even the great Achilles was like that, Saber thought, unimpressed by the hero’s rebellious streak. But her focus wasn’t on Achilles; her sole interest was knowledge—anything that could enhance her combat capabilities.

“Why stop now?” Saber asked, her enthusiasm unshaken. “There’s still plenty of time tonight, and I’m not tired at all.”

“It’s not just about stamina,” Chiron explained, gesturing toward the darkened window. “Have you noticed? Night has completely fallen.”

To Servants, night was not a time for rest; it was when their real work began. The rules of magecraft demanded secrecy, and the Holy Grail War was no exception. To expose the conflict to ordinary humans would risk unraveling the fabric of mystery itself.

“We’ll continue tomorrow morning,” Chiron said. “For now, the Holy Grail War calls. My Master informs me that an enemy Saber has entered our territory.”

“I understand.” Though disappointed to cut short her studies, Saber nodded. The harsh reality of the Grail War always seemed to pull her back from her personal pursuits.

“So, what’s Darnic planning?” she asked, referring to the leader of the Black Faction Masters. As the strategist behind all their operations, Darnic’s decisions dictated their moves.

“Berserker is unfit to hold the front line,” Chiron replied bluntly. “If anyone can stop the enemy’s advance, it’s you, Saber.”

Chiron’s candor reflected the dire situation. “The enemy has at least three front-line fighters, while we’re running low on effective countermeasures. Fortunately, their Berserker seems weak.”

Saber thought back to the androgynous Berserker she had encountered—a Servant lacking madness and raw power. After grabbing the homunculus, Berserker had simply fled without even attempting to fight.

“I see,” Saber said, her brows furrowed. Though she understood her role, she couldn’t help but wish for a different one. If only I could be a Caster instead.

While Saber excelled in close combat, her preference lay in using her workshop to turn battles in her favor.

Even with her limited grasp of [High-Speed Divine Words], she could now cast basic spells. Though her proficiency was still low, moving from no skill to some skill was already a significant improvement.

“Do you remember our Assassin?” Chiron asked suddenly.

“The one who betrayed us?” Saber responded, recalling the story Darnic had shared. Assassin—Jack the Ripper—had attacked her Master immediately after being summoned, fleeing the Yggdmillennia family’s control soon afterward.

“That one. It seems she’s taken a liking to killing. Every mage who’s come here has been brutally murdered—dismembered, with their hearts ripped out.”

“Their hearts?” Saber’s interest was piqued.

“Yes. Hearts hold immense life energy, which translates to magical energy. My guess is that Assassin either lacks a proper Master and is relying on stolen energy, or her new Master has insufficient mana.”

Insufficient mana, Saber thought, her mind racing. Taking hearts was a crude method—inefficient and unsustainable. Saber had a better plan: she had been stockpiling mana in her workshop for some time now.

Carefully drawing small amounts of energy over a long period, she had ensured her activities wouldn’t arouse suspicion. Still, she knew the reserves wouldn’t last forever.

To secure her future, Saber needed a reliable Master—one who met her standards: sufficient magical energy, unwavering resolve, and a strong desire for victory. She wouldn’t tolerate a repeat of her current situation.

“From what I’ve seen of Assassin, a Servant rebelling against their Master is entirely feasible,” Saber mused. She had already started strategizing. If her Master faltered for even a moment, she would eliminate him before he could use a Command Spell.

“Assassin has made this town her hunting ground,” Chiron continued. “Darnic is frustrated, and with Red Saber intruding as well, tonight will be anything but quiet.” He gave Saber an apologetic look. “I have to do my part and drive out Saber of Red.”

As Chiron prepared to leave, he extended an invitation. “Would you like to join me, Saber? Perhaps this could double as a live lesson. Our targets: Assassin and Saber of Red”

“Fine by me,” Saber replied without hesitation. Assassin was an ideal target—eliminating her would significantly impact the war. “But I call dibs on killing one of them. Don’t even think about stealing my target.”

If she succeeded in taking down either Assassin or Red Saber tonight, she would gain the leverage she needed to secure her independence. Saber wasn’t about to tie her fate to a single Master. She would carve her own path forward, no matter what.

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T/N: Enkidu weak? lmaoooooooooooo

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