Abnormality In Type-Moon: Madness Of Animeverse

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In the halls of the Einzbern Castle.

With most of the barriers broken, Roy entered with ease.

"Illya."

Hearing her name, Illyasviel, who was anxiously watching the battle between Berserker and the corrupted Saber, looked up in surprise to see Roy standing before her.

"Roy? What are you doing here?"

"Did you forget? We're out here hunting the corrupted Servants. We heard the commotion and came to check things out."

"Oh... right, I remember."

Illya seemed momentarily distracted, but her mood was clearly sour.

"Sorry, I don't have time to entertain you right now!"

Though surprised by Roy's arrival, her attention remained fixed on the fierce battle raging before her. She was desperately pouring her mana into Berserker, willing him to push on. But even with that extra burst of energy, it was like a dying ember briefly flaring before being snuffed out—Berserker lost yet another life to the relentless onslaught of the corrupted Saber.

"Honestly, I'd love to help, but even if we added my Saber to the fight, there's no way we'd win."

Roy couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the sheer destructive power of these top-tier Servants. Watching them in action, it was clear that he'd stand no chance. No matter how much he'd learned in the past three years, no matter how talented he was as a modern mage, either of these two Servants could kill him without breaking a sweat.

Even if Okita Souji joined the fray, it would likely end in her getting annihilated as well.

Hiding in the shadows, Okita Souji whimpered internally: "Why am I always the one to get picked on..."

Illya remained silent.

Although a part of her probably appreciated Roy's offer to assist, she was completely focused on supporting Berserker. There wasn't even a moment to acknowledge him properly.

"Berserker's not going to win. You need to come with me," Roy said seriously, extending a hand toward her.

"Berserker will win!" Illya snapped, her voice filled with anger and even more fear.

"Corrupted Saber's mana is endless. How can you possibly win?"

Roy wasn't buying into her blind hope. He shook his head as he pressed her further.

"If we can find the source of her mana..."

"Do you really think that's possible?"

"..."

Illya bit her lip in frustration.

Even if they somehow found the source of Corrupted Saber's mana, how could they possibly do anything about it given the chaos of the battlefield?

"Berserker would want you to survive. Come with me," Roy urged again, his voice firm but gentle.

"…No! I refuse!"

Illya clenched her teeth and rejected his offer without hesitation.

"You don't trust me?"

"No, I do trust you."

Illya shook her head, sadness clouding her expression.

"But if I go with you, Corrupted Saber won't stop. I know it—her target is me."

Illya had a clear sense that Corrupted Saber's goal was her. She had been able to feel the intense, murderous intent aimed directly at her from the moment the fight began. Saber wasn't here for Berserker—she was here for Illya. The only reason Berserker was fighting was to protect her.

If Illya fled with Roy, Corrupted Saber would undoubtedly chase after them, putting Roy in danger too.

She didn't care about others—whether Rin, Bazett, or anyone else lived or died didn't matter to her.

But she didn't want Roy to be dragged into a disaster because of her.

And besides…

Rather than running away, she'd rather fight alongside Berserker until the bitter end.

"If that's the case, then I'll just have to use brute force."

Roy sighed, understanding the gravity of the situation.

He could sense Illya's feelings of goodwill toward him, and that made his decision all the more resolute—there was no way he could leave her behind to die.

As he spoke, Roy's hands began tracing intricate runes in the air, taking his time with each stroke, as though giving Illya a chance to react.

"You... you really are stubborn!"

Illya puffed her cheeks in frustration, glaring at him with a mixture of irritation and helplessness. Seeing Roy wasn't bluffing, she begrudgingly stopped funneling mana to Berserker and pulled out the silver threads she always carried with her.

The threads interwove, forming complex shapes before her, resembling the skeletal remains of some ancient creature.

"You shouldn't be using magic in your condition."

Roy's eyes changed color as he spoke, radiant gemstone-like light flaring from within them.

"Magic eyes?!"

Illya's shock was immediate and palpable.

"How do you have eyes like that?"

In the split second it took her to express her surprise, the silver threads in front of her unraveled and, like the tentacles of an octopus, coiled around her limbs, binding her tightly.

"Wait—Roy, let me go!"

"No."

Roy smiled, placing his hand gently on top of Illya's head.

"Berserker."

Suddenly, on the battlefield, Berserker's movements faltered. He was instantly kicked aside by Corrupted Saber, sent crashing into the distance.

At the same time, Illya's eyes widened in disbelief.

"How are you able to communicate with Berserker? You're not supposed to be able to connect to him—let alone use mental communication!"

"It's just a type of magic," Roy responded with a calm smile.

Continuing to push his own mental messages into the bond between Illya and Berserker, Roy spoke again:

"I'm here to save Illya. I'm taking her with me now. Your job is to buy us as much time as you can—hold out for as long as possible."

"Wait! Berserker, don't listen to him!" Illya shouted.

"ROAR——!!"

On the battlefield, Berserker let out an earth-shattering roar.

It was as if, in the final stretch of a marathon, he was pushing beyond his limits. His muscles bulged, turning an angry red as he charged at Corrupted Saber with renewed vigor, fighting as if his life depended on it—because it did.

His power surged by at least thirty percent.

"As expected of you, Berserker, the loli protector. You have my respect!" Roy nodded approvingly.

With that, he handed the still-protesting Illya over to Okita Souji and the two of them quickly made their way out of the castle.

"So you really came to save Illyasviel?" a voice called out.

As they fled, they encountered Rin, who was clearly shocked by Roy's actions.

She had no idea why he was taking such a huge risk to save Illya when they clearly weren't equipped to face Corrupted Saber head-on.

"You're here too, Rin?"

Illya's face soured at the sight of Rin.

"Are you suggesting we team up?"

Rin let out a deep breath, clearly trying to reboot her brain as she considered the situation. She turned to Illya.

"With our three Servants working together, we should be able to take on Corrupted Saber, right?"

Illya's eyes flickered—this wasn't a bad idea. She didn't want Berserker to die in vain, after all.

"About that... I'd advise against it, Rin."

It was Archer who interjected this time, his tone cool but serious.

"I'm detecting another Servant nearby, and its energy is chaotic. It's probably the corrupted Berserker, lying in wait. Just a hunch, but I think Corrupted Saber set him up as a trap."

The group was currently retreating toward Fuyuki City, but Archer's words made them all come to an abrupt halt.

Roy rubbed his temples, letting out a bitter laugh.

See? Corrupted Saber's strategy really was sharp.

She must have anticipated the possibility of Illya fleeing toward Fuyuki City, where the wards could protect her, and placed Berserker in the path to intercept them.

Now, they were trapped.

If they went forward, they'd run straight into Corrupted Berserker.

If they went back, they'd be diving right into Corrupted Saber's fight with Berserker. Once it turned into a three-on-one situation, Corrupted Berserker would likely join in, turning it into a deadly three-on-two battle.

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