Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 105

Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 105

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Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction

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Chapter 105 Tohsaka Tokiomi: Who’s being so unchivalrous?!

“By Command Spell, I command! Archer, come to my side!”

Before his brain could even make a decision, Emiya Kiritsugu’s body had already started moving, and he activated the Command Spell without hesitation.

Nevertheless, as he felt the burning pain on the back of his hand due to the circulation of Mana, he didn’t feel any sense of security.

Looking at the silver-haired youth standing before him, Emiya Kiritsugu felt cold sweat dripping down, and his mouth was filled with a stinging and salty taste.

He couldn’t tell if the taste was from sweat or blood, as his heart was racing more intensely than when he was dispelling Inherent Time Control or defending against Kotomine Kirei’s Offensive Arts, and the severe pain almost made him faint.

Even with the Command Spell, it would take at least a second or 2 to transfer the Servant to his side.

At such close range, Emiya Kiritsugu was convinced that the other person could have killed him over a dozen times.

What was going on?

Were you an Assassin?

Why could you sneak up on me at such a close distance?!

Should I flee?

Would activating Inherent Time Control at 3 times the speed be enough?

But could my body withstand it?

The countless thoughts almost made Emiya Kiritsugu feel like his brain was going to explode, but after meeting the calm and distant gaze of Noah, he suddenly became calm.

The opponent simply stood there, a hint of interest in his expression.

In less than a tenth of a second, Emiya Kiritsugu realized that the silver-haired youth didn’t intend to attack.

Why?

Though his thoughts were still in disarray, without the urgent sense of a life-threatening crisis, Emiya Kiritsugu instinctively let his guard down.

As the Mana storm surged, countless light points coalesced into a dazzling golden figure.

The intense radiance made Noah narrow his eyes.

“Goldie (Gilgamesh), with that getup, you could hang from a streetlight and light up the whole night.”

Gilgamesh, who had been enjoying his wine, was suddenly transferred over and was still recovering from the slight dizziness caused by the rapid spatial transfer when he heard a somewhat familiar voice.

Looking up, Gilgamesh was shocked, and his spiritual core began to ache again.

Damn it, seeing a Berserker at night is bad for the spiritual core!

“What the…?”

Gilgamesh swore that his shout of ‘Bastard’ was merely a reflex born from being startled, with no intention of insulting anyone.

But Noah still didn’t let him curse.

“To dare to curse at such a close distance, I see you’re not just the world’s number one super Bastard, but also quite brainless! Do you want me to help you exercise your brain?”

Feeling the overwhelming Intent to Kill enveloping him, Gilgamesh nearly ground his teeth to dust, yet he said nothing more.

He was just arrogant, not brainless.

At less than 3 meters away, he had already been killed 7 or 8 times before he could even deploy his Babylonian gates.

Moreover, Gilgamesh could accurately sense that the Mana pressure emanating from Noah was vastly different from before.

A glance with Noble Phantasm nearly blinded him.

What the hell, wasn’t he supposed to be a bunch of C or B tier techniques?

When did he turn into a numerical monster with all A or even A+ stats?

What kind of drugs is he on?

Seeing Gilgamesh know to keep his mouth shut and remain silent, Noah ignored his ugly expression as if he had just eaten a supreme dark dish like matcha Mapo Tofu.

“There will be plenty of time to deal with you later; I have more important things to do right now.”

Once Noah’s gaze shifted away, Gilgamesh finally breathed a sigh of relief and then quietly looked towards Emiya Kiritsugu.

Why are you summoning me at this distance?

Are we going to die together?

Faced with the Servant’s predatory gaze, Emiya Kiritsugu silently averted his eyes with a blank expression.

Acher’s class has a self-sufficient action skill, allowing it to exist for more than 2 days even after separating from its Master.

So even without Emiya Kiritsugu, Gilgamesh could easily find another Master; after all, no one would refuse such a powerful Servant.

From Emiya Kiritsugu’s perspective, Servants are fickle; not seeking revenge on him is just a minor issue.

In fact, if he were to die, the Einzbern Family would completely lose the Holy Grail War, and he could actually breathe a sigh of relief, as that would mean Alice and Ilyasviel could immediately leave Fuyuki City to live a quiet and happy life.

…If they could escape, that is.

Gilgamesh was fully aware of the personnel and arrangements on the Einzbern side; if his new Master harbored even a hint of Malice towards Irisviel and the others, it would lead to consequences that Emiya Kiritsugu would find hard to accept.

Although Gilgamesh seemed to have a good relationship with Irisviel and the others, Emiya Kiritsugu still couldn’t entrust the safety of his wife and daughter to this tyrannical and unpredictable individual.

In short, if it came down to it, they would all die together – a sentiment that Emiya Kiritsugu had decided on not long ago.

Besides, wasn’t Gilgamesh already at odds with that silver-haired Servant?

If there was even a 1% chance that those 2 would fight each other to the death, allowing him to escape, that would be perfect.

Taking down Tohsaka Tokiomi, Kayneth, and his own Servant – 3 major threats – all at once would be a dream come true.

However, Emiya Kiritsugu was unexpectedly puzzled – why didn’t that Otherworld Servant attack him, and more surprisingly, why didn’t it attack Gilgamesh either?

Watching the silver-haired youth leave, Emiya Kiritsugu could only chalk it up to the eccentric nature of these Heroic Spirits.

After Emiya Kiritsugu left, Gilgamesh’s figure also disappeared from the scene.

But he hadn’t actually left – he was just preparing to observe from a distance.

Since he sensed that the other 2 Servants were approaching quickly, a good show was bound to unfold before his eyes.

In that case, how could he possibly miss it?

Sensing the two individuals leaving behind him, Noah thought for a moment but decided not to intervene.

The bellicose Noah, who usually wouldn’t hesitate to pick a fight, was unexpectedly letting that garish, nouveau-riche individual off the hook today – and there was a reason for that.

Matou Kariya had suddenly ordered him to clean up the scene, leaving only Tohsaka Tokiomi behind.

This request had left Noah perplexed.

But since he had come all this way, he could only head towards the pool of mercury and try to see if he could research anything from it.

Having been in this world for over a year, Noah had studied various aspects of Magecraft.

However, at his level, most forms of Magecraft derived from Offensive Arts had lost their significance.

Apart from puppet-making and barrier deployment, Noah had devoted most of his research to Alchemy and spirit summoning.

After all, he had never forgotten about the need to provide logistical support for the Loki Familia’s expeditions.

This mercury, although insufficient, seemed to hold great potential.

But before Noah could even crouch down to examine the mercury on the ground, 2 swift figures arrived in quick succession.

The first to arrive was a red-haired Elf female in a tight-fitting outfit, holding a pair of spears emanating a strong, ominous aura.

Although she was beautiful, for some reason, Noah felt an urge to call her ‘old lady’.

Oh, no, that wouldn’t do, it’s too impolite.

Killing someone is one thing, but there’s no reason to insult them out of the blue.

Oh, a Lancer, was she?

She seemed to be one of those who spied on me at Seaside Park yesterday.

She exchanged a cautious glance with Noah before bowing her head to treat Tohsaka Tokiomi.

Huh?

Isn’t she going to guard against me?

Noah had no intention of dealing with her; after all, it was clear from Matou Kariya’s requirements that a living Tohsaka Tokiomi was needed.

Just as long as she didn’t take Tohsaka Tokiomi away.

But as he watched, Noah’s gaze was drawn to her once more.

Because the method the red-haired female used to treat Tohsaka Tokiomi was no ordinary healing Magecraft, but a mysterious set of runes he had never seen before.

“Noah?!”

Seeing Noah standing next to Kenneth, who lay in a pool of blood, Artoria truly felt what a heart attack was like.

Although Kenneth had a sharp tongue and a bad temper, Artoria found that she got along with him quite well.

If she lost Kenneth as her Master, Artoria couldn’t believe there would be another more suitable for her.

That’s why she had immediately given up chasing Lancer and hurried over here as soon as she felt something was wrong with Kenneth.

But now, it seemed she was still too late?

“Yo, Lia.”

Noah looked up and greeted her, then deliberately waited a dozen seconds before showing a smile when he saw the displeased look on Artoria’s face.

“Hurry up and treat your Master. He’s about to breathe his last in a bit.”

“Huh?”

Artoria was taken aback.

“Lia, you know me. If I had made a move, these two would have been obliterated, not a trace left for you to find.”

That’s right!

Artoria suddenly understood, and then she unconsciously looked towards Lancer.

At the same time, Scáthach also lifted her head from Tohsaka Tokiomi and met her gaze.

Although her eyes were calm and composed, Artoria couldn’t help but feel a sense of triumph, as if to say, ‘I’ve known all along’.

It must be a mistake!

Biting down on the strange feeling in her heart, Artoria quickly went to Kenneth’s side and inserted the sheath of her sword into his body.

This sheath, existing as a conceptual weapon, can halt the aging of its wielder and heal all injuries, reviving them with but a single breath.

Once the sheath entered Kenneth’s body, his wounds healed as if time itself had reversed, and his breathing technique quickly stabilized.

But after examining him, Artoria discovered that his Mana circuits had not been healed.

For although Avalon can heal all injuries, what if the injury does not exist?

Currently, Kenneth’s Mana circuits are not severed or destroyed, but rather tangled in chaos.

Although it is a shocking sight, it cannot be called an injury… nor can congenital defects be counted as wounds.

But Artoria could foresee what a great blow this would be to Kenneth.

“Who? Who could have done this? To use such a malevolent method?”

When Kenneth regained consciousness, his first thought was surprise at still being alive.

But as he unconsciously circulated Mana like his breathing technique, the jumbled Magic Circuit within him sent a torturous pain like being flayed alive.

Yes, I defeated the magus of the Tohsaka household, only to be ambushed by that bastard, the Magus Assassin!

The perfect defense that should have been in place somehow failed, and then all the Mana in his body went berserk.

A magus’s Magic Circuit is as precise and delicate as a computer chip.

The damage from Mana gone wild is not just the destruction of the Magic Circuit; it can also ravage the nerves, muscles, organs, and even the bones within the body.

That he is still alive, still able to feel such intense pain, is a kind of fortune in itself.

But…

“Ah!! No!! My Magic Crest!!”

Compared to the pain throughout his body, the fact that the Magic Crest inherited through the Archibald family generations was almost completely destroyed, and that he could no longer use Magecraft, was an even greater shock to his senses.

Kenneth is a genius.

Lineage, talent, ability, genius… he was born standing at a height that thousands could never reach in a lifetime.

Kenneth never doubted that he would become a paragon in the world of Magecraft, the pride of the Hermes-Roland family, or even a great figure etched in history like the Gemstone Old Man.

Therefore, he couldn’t understand why he, who was supposed to be blessed by the world and the gods, would suffer such a desperate Strike.

The world he had built up since his childhood was completely shattered at this moment, and Kenneth was like a child who had been abandoned in a cold and dark world, filled with fear and madness.

Despite the Mana circulation causing severe pain in his limbs, Kenneth desperately wanted to feel his former Strength again.

If it weren’t for Avalon inside him, his Body would have already collapsed.

“Master! Master! Calm down! Even if you can’t use Magecraft, Sola-Ui can still fight!”

Hearing these words of comfort, Noah couldn’t help but exclaim “good grief”.

Artoria, you’re really good at comforting people.

For a man who didn’t even fear death, there weren’t many things that could hurt him, but losing face in front of the woman he loved was definitely one of them.

Sure enough, Kenneth, who had been sobbing, became even more hysterical after a few seconds of silence, Crying Out Loud.

The sight of him was so pitiful that even Noah couldn’t bear to watch, and he directly walked up to Kenneth and knocked him out, then gave Artoria a disdainful look without hesitation.

Artoria, who had vaguely sensed that she might have said something wrong, didn’t dare to retort and smiled wryly, lowering her head.

“Don’t be silly, take your Master away, and I’ll come find you later.”

“Thanks, Noah, I’ll come to express my gratitude later.”

Watching Artoria walk away with Kenneth, Noah turned around leisurely.

“Did I let you leave?”

Tohsaka Tokiomi, who had just regained consciousness and was trying to sneak away with Scáthach, froze, his face revealing a hint of despair.

As soon as he woke up, Tohsaka Tokiomi had secretly checked Noah’s parameters with Scáthach’s reminder.

This time, he completely lost confidence in his ability to defeat his opponent.

Even if the Servant’s parameters were the same as before, at such a close combat distance, he would likely be unable to escape unscathed.

Facing the vigilant gaze of the purple-haired Elf female, Noah waved his hand.

“Hey, don’t misunderstand, someone else will take care of Tohsaka Tokiomi.”

Amidst the confused glances between Tohsaka Tokiomi and Scáthach, a long, drawn-out siren sounded from the distant darkness.

Tohsaka Tokiomi’s eyes widened, wondering who could be so ruthless.

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