For Luviagelita Edelfelt, this was the worst day of her life.
For some strange reason, the Holy Grail had chosen her as a Master. As the distinguished daughter of a magus bloodline, Luviagelita knew exactly what being a Master meant—and the risk that came with the Holy Grail War.
In fact, even one of her family's elders had lost in the Third Holy Grail War.
That didn't scare her. If anything, it fueled her. Now that she was a Master, she had to avenge her predecessor and bring the World Cup home to wash away the Edelfelt family's shame.
Everything was perfect. She had even traveled to Fuyuki City, a place she considered humble, lacking charm and history—nowhere near worthy of a noble family like hers.
This time, she wouldn't repeat her predecessor's mistake. Extravagance and arrogance had to be set aside. She would defeat everyone with her superior talent...
She had also prepared an expensive relic of a famous Hero. With that, Luviagelita was certain she would win this war...
Everything was going well...
The moment she began the summoning spell, a powerful Servant answered her call...
"I have come from the Land of Shadows. My name is Scáthach. I suppose I should call you Master?"
She was an impossibly beautiful woman with long purple hair and crimson eyes, wearing a full-body outfit that emphasized her curvy figure, along with metal shoulder guards.
A black veil rested over her head, and a small cape draped over her shoulders.
And with the two spears in her hands, there was no doubt—she was Lancer...
"Yes! That's right... I am your Master!"
Lancer's sinister presence made Luviagelita tremble, but she quickly recovered. As someone born to a noble family, she had endured rigorous training since childhood. As part of a magus family, she was used to the unbelievable...
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Servant: Lancer (Blue)
Strength: B
Endurance: A
Agility: A
Mana: C
Luck: D
Noble Phantasm: A+
Class Skills:
Magic Resistance: A
Personal Skills:
Primordial Runes: ???
Wisdom of Dun Scaith: A+
God Slayer: B
Noble Phantasm:
Gáe Bolg Alternative | Anti-Unit | B (B+)
Gate of Skye | Anti-Army | A+
Lancer's parameters made Luviagelita's eyes light up, and the smile on her face widened...
Just as expected of her—a super-talented noble Magus.
This was a top-tier Servant...
She had also heard of Scáthach, a warrior queen from Celtic myth in the Ulster Cycle.
The queen and guardian of the strange enchanted territory known as the Land of Shadows.
Her legend even claimed she was immortal—strong as a monster...
There was no doubt. With this Servant, the war was already won.
Luviagelita even imagined herself raising the Holy Grail high, flaunting it in front of her archrival.
Surely that twin-tailed woman would shake with rage... and then beg like a servant.
This would be the sweetest victory...
"Yes. Then please, Master, prepare yourself..."
"Huh?"
Everything changed the moment Lancer touched her shoulder. A magic circle appeared beneath Luviagelita's feet, and before she had a chance to speak, she vanished along with her Servant...
"Huh? Uh... uh..."
When she opened her eyes, everything around her was different. She was no longer in her luxurious mansion. Now she was in a forest, with the bright moon hanging in the sky...
"Welcome to the World Holy Grail War, Master..."
And just as her mouth moved, Scáthach beside her spoke first...
"World War? No, wait... where are we?!"
Luviagelita was on the verge of losing her mind. One moment she was fine, and the next she was standing in a forest, not even sure if they were still in Fuyuki City—all because Scáthach had touched her and she'd been teleported out of nowhere.
"Lancer!"
As a Magus, she knew space-time magecraft was among the most difficult and high-level forms of magic—nearly impossible in the modern era. So Luviagelita didn't doubt the cause was the Lancer she had just summoned. She needed an explanation, and without hesitation she raised her hand, showing her Command Spells. If this Servant refused to talk, she was fully prepared to use one...
Skreeeeeeeeee
Unfortunately for Luviagelita, she didn't get the chance.
The weather changed without warning. Massive thunderheads gathered, and a huge amount of mana became visible in the air.
A disturbance on that scale made Luviagelita's skin prickle. And it wasn't just her—Scáthach frowned as well...
As a Servant, she knew what was happening.
There was no doubt. This was the release of a Noble Phantasm...
Dense clouds swallowed the forest, and enormous bolts of lightning kept gathering toward a single point. Then a flash lit up all of Trifas.
Luviagelita squeezed her eyes shut, instinctively lifting an arm to shield herself. The light left her stunned.
"W-What... what was that?!"
When Luviagelita opened her eyes, the first thing she did was complain. That flash had nearly blinded her, and her vision still hadn't fully returned.
It made her furious. But Scáthach ignored her, staring up at the sky, unconsciously tightening her grip on the spears in her hands...
"Lancer! Lancer! Stop ignoring me, Lancer!"
Luviagelita puffed out her cheeks. Her own Servant wasn't obeying her. For a noble magus like her, that was the worst possible thing. If the Clock Tower found out, she'd become the family's laughingstock...
"Strong..."
"What are you looking at...? ...Huh?"
Following Lancer's gaze, Luviagelita's expression changed. And as the seconds passed, it only grew more horrified...
"Impossible... the... moon..."
"The moon was destroyed..."
The moon had split in two. Over time, it lost its center of gravity and kept drifting apart. At this rate, the world's gravity could catch it, and both halves would fall to the planet. If that happened, the destruction would be catastrophic. Everything on Earth would cease to exist. Even the World itself would be damaged...
(So this is the World Holy Grail War?)
But faced with that danger, Scáthach smiled. This was exactly what she had been waiting for...
Her only wish in this World Holy Grail War was to find someone who could kill her. As an immortal being, never dying was a curse she wanted to break.
And it was because of that temptation that she had agreed to be called by the World Cup and participate in this World Holy Grail War with her true body. She had come in her strongest state.
The greatest war ever seen, the most dangerous one, and the one with the World Cup as its prize....
(This is thrilling...)
Her warrior's blood was boiling. She already wanted to meet the Servant who had been able to cut the moon in two.
If it was him, then surely he could kill her...
It would be a beautiful battle, and she would finally die heroically. If it was a woman, she wanted to be beheaded, falling beneath her blade. If it was a man, she wanted to be pierced through the heart and collapse into the arms of a great Hero.
She wanted to see the face of the one who freed her one last time—and if possible, give them her heart before closing her eyes forever.
That wish didn't take long to approach.
A massive surge of magical power was rushing toward them at high speed. And from the way its presence wasn't hidden at all, that Servant was far too confident—openly declaring war...
"!!..!!"
"Lancer?"
Luviagelita, of course, still hadn't sensed the approaching Servant. She frowned in confusion when she saw Scáthach raise her guard...
"Is that...?"
Following her gaze, Luviagelita's expression changed.
In the sky, a giant was coming toward them. As it drew closer, the temperature began to drop, and fog spread through the forest...
"A Servant?! That fast?!"
She didn't even know what was happening or why she'd been teleported, and she was already in an enemy's sights. Luviagelita swallowed hard, took two steps back, and clenched her teeth.
Only Servants could fight other Servants, so she chose to trust Scáthach for now. No matter what, she was the Master, and Scáthach had the duty to protect her...
As the giant approached, its true appearance was revealed: a huge white rabbit with red eyes.
But that wasn't the important part...
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