Chapter 247 - So this is Heaven's Feel

Lifting the long spear on his right shoulder and turning it once, Lancer raised the short spear's tip in his left hand. His posture, extending both spears like wings, was truly an unpredictable style.

Drako's fighting spirit also boiled to the point that he seemed to explode. The whole aura surrounding the dragon was shaking violently. His eyes dilated, taking on a snake-like appearance.

"What is this feeling of closeness?"

From a distance, Artoria observed the aura surrounding Drako. She, who had not thought much about Mordred's Master, was beginning to pay more and more attention to this man.

Drako turned his head to look in the three girls' direction, but his eyes were only on Mordred.

She was standing there with her arms crossed and a wide smile on her face. Her attitude and posture said: "Master is going to win, there's no way he's going to lose," but Drako knew her better than anyone else. Perhaps only Shirone or Kuroka would understand Mordred to the level that Drako did.

She looked tense, and her smile looked a little forced.

The confidence she had in Drako was not false, and she really thought he was going to win. However, that didn't stop her from worrying about him.

Drako was facing a Servant, a Heroic Spirit. In other words, he was facing one of the greatest warriors to ever appear in this world.

A single slip-up in front of a character of this caliber would be fatal to anyone.

Drako could see everything that Mordred was thinking at this moment with one look. Such was the level of bonding between this pair of Master and Servant.

And in response to that...

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"Master..." Mordred muttered.

She realized that Drako had seen through her. And she understood what he was trying to convey with his gesture.

"Everything is controlled."

That was the message Drako was sending to Mordred.

And Drako never lied.

…

After receiving the signal sent by Irisviel, Emiya Kiritsugu and Hisau Maya ran to the factories according to their direction. They were welcomed by a quiet stretch of silence.

Only the howling of the sea reached their ears and an atmosphere as still and stagnant as death.

Anyway...

"It has already begun."

Only by the traces of prana/mana in the surroundings, Kiritsugu was able to judge precisely the situation.

Someone had formed a barrier. It must have been the work of the enemy's master. His goal was to segregate ordinary humans from Heaven's Feel by sealing off the war's real battlefield. It is a mandatory measure for magicians to prevent their activities from being exposed to other mortals.

Kiritsugu began to contemplate while holding the sniper rifle. He had already estimated Irisviel's position according to the transmitter. However, there were still problems regarding how he would approach the position and observe from once they arrived.

He didn't think about joining the battle at all; that's why he was carrying the sniper rifle. He wanted to inspect the battle from a suitable location, attacking with the rifle only when necessary. Servants are not human, and only a Servant can wound another Servant. No matter how powerful the firearms of Kiritsugu and Maiya, they would not serve the Servants. It is the work of Saber how to fight the opposing Servant. As soon as the enemy devotes himself to his fight and pays no attention to the welfare of his Master, there it is possible to win this fight.

"Up there, that seems a good place to observe the fight."

Maiya pointed to the front of them as she spoke. It's a crane that was rising high in the night. Judging by the view, the control booth was floating about 100 feet above the ground; it would be the best possible observation point if one could manage to silently climb up there.

Kiritsugu had no objection to Maiya's suggestion, but just for that, he shook his head.

"Yes, that's the ideal place to watch the battle. So it shouldn't be just us who have come across that idea."

"…"

Without further explanation from Kiritsugu, Maiya had already understood his intentions.

"Maiya, you slide across the east bank; I will go from the west... Find an observation point that can watch both the battle of Saber and the crane."

"Got it."

Maiya disappeared into the factories' shadows on a trot, holding the AUG assault rifle in her hands. Kiritsugu checked the transmitter entrance while moving cautiously in the opposite direction.

Irisviel had quickly contacted Kiritsugu when Drako and Mordred had shown up in front of her and Artoria. As she had not spoken directly to him through the communicator, Kiritsugu knew nothing about the current situation.

He thought that Artoria would be fighting an enemy Servant. However, this was not so.

How will Kiritsugu react when he learns that a variable like Drako appears before his eyes?

…

"So this is what a real fight to the death is all about."

All Irisviel could do was watch the battle in front of her in awe as she reflected on the words Drako had left her before.

"Your experience is very limited, Irisviel. You have to learn to differentiate between the intention to kill and the intention to fight to the death. Both were willing to die in this fight, but neither really wanted to kill the other one."

Those were the words Drako had said before, and now it was time for Irisviel to reflect on it.

The intensity of this fight was totally different from the previous one. It's not as if the previous fight between Mordred and Artoria wasn't impressive, but the atmosphere itself was very different.

At the beginning of the fight, the mysterious man (called Drako) had shown a brutal smile before disappearing.

Yes, he did disappear.

The next thing Irisviel knew, she had to grab Artoria's arm to keep from flying away.

If it were merely a collision between weapons, Irisviel would not have overthought it. But... what could be the powerful torrent of air that accompanied him and threatened to destroy everything in sight?

How could the footsteps crush the asphalt?

How could the wind generated by the weapons cut the poles crudely in half?

They were both even faster than Mordred and Artoria. If before she could see some of what was happening on the previous battlefield, now she could see nothing but the ground falling apart.

The layers of iron peeling off the warehouses' outer walls were blown away by the wind from Irisviel's side, like a piece of twisted tin. She couldn't understand how the iron could fly out.

The wind was groaning.

Faced with an utterly indifferent dimension to the physical laws of this world, the air was emitting paranoid howls.

A chaotic storm was raging on the empty commercial street, destroying and trampling all things in it.

Only the hand-to-hand combat between the two would be enough to ruin an entire street.

So this is Heaven's Feel...

Irisviel was experiencing the fear and wonder told only in stories. The world where the myths and legends dwelt lay vividly before her eyes.

This could be the rebirth of legends.

Lines of lightning separated the sky, hills of thundering waves broke the Earth. The imaginary realm was miraculously materialized with startling clarity.

This is... the war between Servants...

Faced with a world that she had not yet considered possible, all Irisviel could do was look on paralyzed.