Reincarnated As A Servant

and with that decision, I felt something awaken within me as if I was waiting for such audacious thoughts to be expressed.

and these sensations of awakening came together with a powerful infusion of prana into my body, but the prana and the sensation of awakening came from different sources.

the prana was the result of the beating of one of my three dragon hearts, the capacity of which was every half hour a heart would beat, which resulted in the generation of an extremely large amount of prana.

the result would end up generating a huge physical overload due to the prana automatically transforming itself into reinforcement for my body.

it was only possible because my body's muscles, bones, and nerves were transformed into magical circuits.

it was my only choice at the time when my magic circuits were destroyed in the fight against the holy dragon, but with the heart of the holy dragon and with Merlin's help, everything was possible.

I remembered perfectly how Merlin warned me, he said that the procedure was dangerous, painful, and probably fatal, but I was ready to pay any price.

I was not worthy of being the king, so I trained more than anyone else to become the strongest knight.

I was naive at that time, I had not yet recovered all my memories.

my naiveté was so great that I thought I could release Arturia's burden if I killed as many enemies as possible, it was this reason that made me resort to a dragon heart, I was truly a fool in love.

I clearly remembered the pain of connecting the dragon's heart to my muscles, it was as if a hot iron rod was inserted into every inch of my body.

in the end, the procedure worked, but not being able to use magic for one year was one of the consequences.

the other consequence was the cost to keep the heart active, it was extremely stressful for the body and with this current body I could only endure about five minutes and nothing more, but it was something really useful to have during combat.

despite knowing all the information I had about my body, I knew nothing about this strange sensation of awakening, the feeling was like having an itch that could not be scratched, truly agonizing.

but I didn't have time to think about it, so I decided to just ignore that strange feeling and just focus on the black stakes that were coming my way.

but thanks to the dragon hearts, at that moment I was 'invincible' in a way, invincibility was only possible because I had a body immune to physical blows and due to the reinforcement of prana in my body that protected me from the magic below Rank A, thus ensuring invincibility despite the five-minute restriction.

the only way to get around this invincibility was if the attacker was a dragon slayer or someone who had divine blood, probably the enemy archer was the final option.

but there was no way to test this hypothesis, the enemy wouldn't cooperate and hit a part of my body that didn't kill me.

but I was confident that I would not die thanks to my invulnerability, but there was no point in showing this to my enemies.

seeing those stakes coming towards me an idea occurred to me, there was a noble phantasm that would help me to reverse this situation.

under normal circumstances, I would never summon him.

the consumption of prana was abysmal and its effect was useful only as a form of permanent defense and against attack, and I would only be able to keep it for a minute, but with the heart of a dragon, it was possible to keep it for some time without great losses.

but my intonation was interrupted by a sudden mental connection, which I ȧssumed was my master's.

but due to the interruption of the mental connection, I had no choice, in addition, to use consecutive explosions of prana to escape that bloody sky from stakes.

("master, whatever your request, I ask you to be quick as I am in the middle of the fight and I may not be able to focus on the mental connection. ")

as soon as I finished sending the message, an arrow hit my ċhėst, piercing my armor again, also managing to penetrate a few centimeters of my body.

("lancer, your mission is complete.

rider and archer are backing out and I need you to do the same, but before I leave I need you to use all the power of Galatine on our enemies.")

my body just crashed the moment he mentioned Galatine.

how did he know?

I had not given any clue or even mentioned the existence of Galatine, could the masters look at the servant's Noble phantasm?

or maybe he was seeing my memories?

no, the memories shared between master and servant covered only the past and not the present, making it impossible for him to discover my Noble phantasm just by analyzing my life.

maybe he was testing me to see if I had Galatine?

but what was the point of knowing whether or not I had Galatine?

what is the benefit of such action?

in the end, it didn't matter, the answers would come later.

for now, I should focus on dealing with enemies and executing the order that was given.

but when I looked up I finally noticed, there was no more time.

I had no choice but to protect myself from the never-ending pile of rain, which must have been at most ten meters.

I had no choice but to invoke my tower shield and skip the whole intonation, which consumed a large amount of prana.

I quickly crouched down, raised my shield, and hid under it as fast as I could.

but even with all my speed, I was unable to prevent an arrow from penetrating my stomach.

but it was nothing that got in my way, in Camlann I struggled with my body studded with spears, swords, and arrows, an arrow stuck in my stomach was nothing.

the arrow didn't bother me, but the black stakes were another story, it was a real flood of attacks.

there were so many stakes that I just couldn't move, if I left the place I would end up being swallowed and perhaps killed or injured by the numerous stakes.

honestly, I could maintain this position for days, I didn't lack the strength to handle the impact of the piles.

and the shield could withstand any attack while I was alive.

but the dragon's heart was getting close to the limit and I was completely trapped, unable to leave the same place.

in normal situations, I would invoke it using the intonations to save prana, but in this situation in which I found myself had no time, now it was all or nothing.

{"Galatine"}

there was something about Galatine that I hadn't noticed in Camlann, I was enveloped in hate and in those moments I felt nothing.

I was nothing but an animal that sought blood in a futile attempt to alleviate its irrationality and fury.

and due to my irrationality, I had not noticed how powerful the heat emitted by Galatine was.

Her heat was so intense that my hand was being burned just for holding the hilt of the sword.

but I was sure that this temperature was very far from its peak, but how much could I approach its limit?

it was night, so the period when Galatine was unable to muster any strength, so I would have to use her power using only my prana, but would this body withstand how much prana I would use?

I had practically turned my whole body into magical circuits, each time my prana was used, a great deal of pressure would be applied to my body.

none of the options was favorable to me, prana was what sustained a servant and kept him in this war.

but being paralyzed in battle was practically a death sentence, hopefully, Galatine would have to eliminate enemies when I hit the fortress, after all, it was a sword that specialized in destroying fortresses.

but what now? how to proceed?

the attacks continued to rain steadily on my shield, making it impossible for me to leave the place to attack with Galatine.

but I could still lunge through the side of the shield even though I never tried it with a sword.

without hesitation I leaned the sword on the side of the shield and poured all the prana that was possible on the tip of the blade, I put it until my heart started to hurt, a clear sign that there was nothing more to extract, at that moment I believe that no other weapon would match Galatine's current power.

now it was all or nothing.

win or die.

without hesitation, I stocked the blade forward towards the enemy fortress.

{"Excalibur Galatine"}

a beam of light goes off the blade, resulting in a brief flash of light and heat and when the flash of light is gone, the black stakes are gone and the landscape is unrecognizable.