Shinji Matou at Your Service-Chapter 942 - : A Good Hand Played Terribly

Illya was genuinely shocked.

She had heard of vampires before and vaguely knew that such beings existed, but she had never imagined that these fantastical creatures would appear before her—and even save her and her mother.

"B-Big sister, are they... vampires?"

Illya asked, her voice trembling.

Scáthach smiled as she explained, "Yes, they are. From a vampire's perspective, they're still very young, newborns. Their regenerative abilities aren't that strong yet, so they need blood to stimulate healing."

"What should I do?"

Illya asked, showing that she had already made a decision. Even though giving blood would be painful—and she was a girl afraid of pain—they had saved her and her mother, so she couldn't just leave them to suffer.

"Cut your vein and let a few drops of blood fall into their mouths. I'll tell you when to stop. But be careful—don't let their teeth touch your skin, or you'll become a vampire as well."

"Mhm, I understand. Thank you, big sister."

Hearing Scáthach's instructions, Illya nodded firmly.

However, just as she was about to use her magic to form a blade and cut her wrist, the woman in the trench coat, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly struggled to sit up and shook her head vigorously at Illya.

"No, don't! Don't do that! We won't drink your blood."

"Why?"

Illya asked, confused.

"Is my blood not good enough?"

"It's not that... it's just..."

The woman stammered, clearly at a loss for words.

"Yes, your blood isn't suitable."

"How can that be?"

Illya's face fell, and her small mouth pouted in disappointment.

"Big sister?"

Scathach continued to explain, "It's not that your blood wouldn't work, but they simply don't want to drink it. That said, in their current state, if they don't replenish their blood soon, they won't last much longer."

"Even if it means dying, I won't drink her blood," the other woman said weakly.

"That would be worse than death."

"To hold on even at this point, your resolve is truly admirable."

Shinji walked over to the two women, picking up the trench coat woman's handgun and weighing it thoughtfully in his hand.

"There are still many questions left unanswered, but for Kiritsugu's sake, I can't let you two die here. Rider, could you run to where they're staying and bring all the blood packs from their fridge?"

Medusa, who had only been knocked away by Heracles earlier and wasn't injured, had also retreated to the side, just like Shinji. She glanced in the direction where Heracles was and hesitated slightly before speaking.

"What about here...?"

"It's fine," Shinji waved his hand dismissively.

"Irisviel's treatment is done, and with me, Artoria, and Shishou here, Berserker won't be causing any more trouble. Plus, I've already figured out how to deal with him."

"Listen to brother, Rider. Quickly go and come back safely," Sakura instructed.

"Understood."

Upon hearing Sakura's command, Medusa no longer hesitated. With speed that even surpassed Cu Chulainn, one of the fastest Lancers, she vanished into the night like a phantom.

"..."

The trench coat woman looked in the direction where Medusa had disappeared, her face filled with confusion.

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"Does she know where we live?"

"Of course she does. She's been keeping an eye on your every move for some time now—when you leave, where you go, and how long you stay there."

Shinji looked at the trench coat woman with a half-smile. Her body trembled, and then she lowered her head, speaking softly.

"As expected of the one and only guard that White Princess White has acknowledged in the past 800 years. The Blue Knight is truly incredible. I thought we had hidden ourselves well enough, but it turns out you still found us. I'd like to know where we slipped up. We haven't directly fed on anyone's blood."

"Don't underestimate a professional vampire hunter's sensitivity to vampires. I'm not naive enough to let two vampires wander around right under my nose without noticing. But we can save the idle chatter for later—let's deal with this berserk threat first."

As he spoke, the battlefield not far away shifted once again.

Having put enough distance between herself and the injured, Artoria finally let loose, beginning to display her full might.

Heracles' attacks remained as fierce as ever, like a raging hurricane, destroying everything in its path. Trees, stones, walls, and buildings—all were swept up and shredded by the violent storm.

Artoria, however, was no longer engaging the storm head-on like a warrior fighting against the wind. Her movements became more elusive, fully utilizing her small frame to transform herself into a nimble swallow. Sometimes she rode the wind's power, and at other times she slipped through the gaps in the gale, advancing straight into the eye of the storm.

Amidst the swirling winds and flying debris, the knightly girl's armor remained spotless as she stepped forward, delivering a swift strike to the giant's neck.

The giant was wounded.

Though the wound wasn't deep and it quickly healed thanks to the giant's powerful regenerative abilities, Artoria had indeed managed to wound Heracles—in a one-on-one fight, without any outside interference.

Heracles ignored his wound and swung his axe-sword in a frenzied counterattack. A single touch from that immense power would shatter bones and tear muscles. Yet, despite being in the eye of the storm, Artoria showed no hesitation. Her movements were graceful yet steady, dancing effortlessly amidst the chaos.

Witnessing this scene, even Scathach, who had the power to slay gods and had lived outside the world for many years, couldn't help but be impressed.

"Compared to ten years ago, her swordsmanship has improved dramatically. Even if I hadn't done what I did last time, she might have still won. It seems she didn't waste her time in the Avalon. Good, now she's truly worth fighting."

If this had been the Artoria from the last Holy Grail War, even with Heracles in his berserk state, it wouldn't have been easy for her to injure him.

However, with 1,500 years of accumulated experience, everything had changed. The current Artoria had no weaknesses. In every aspect, even someone as powerful as Scathach had to take her seriously.

Scathach then sighed regretfully as she turned her gaze to Heracles.

"By contrast, it's such a pity about Berserker. With such a powerful body, honed skills, and extraordinary battle instincts—he can even perceive Saber's Invisible Sword. Yet, due to his class limitations, he can't fully utilize his potential. If possible, I'd love to face him in a duel while he's in a conscious state. That would be truly exhilarating."

With her sharp eyes, she could easily see how incredibly strong Heracles would be if he retained his sanity. He was a purer warrior than even Cu Chulainn or Artoria, and he was the opponent Scathach most wanted to fight.

"That's why I keep saying that Acht is an idiot. The Einzbern family always gets dealt such good hands, and every single time, they manage to mess it up."

Shinji scoffed, making no effort to hide his contempt for the head of the Einzbern family.