Reincarnated As A Servant

("Vlad III, that is the name of your enemy.

known as the 'impaler', but also known as the 'vampire count Dracula'.

but do not stick to his reputation as a vampire, here he is treated as a hero, not as the infamous vampire.

the strength of a heroic spirit depends on his fame and certain heroes are strengthened when they are in his native country or in a place where his reputation is higher, here in Romania, and where he is likely to be at its peak.

so he and the strongest servant you will face, do not hold on and if possible do not let him escape alive.")

with the information that my master gave, I could not help cursing mentally.

it was a complete disgrace to face the strongest servant while I was weakened.

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uckily I didn't need to kill him, just call attention, even though I didn't know how long I needed to do it, but I was sure this wasn't going to be the place where I would die.

even I had my tricks if I was in a critical situation, if I wanted to end this war, I could do it at any time.

I could force the activation of the three dragon hearts and summon that spear and the victory would be mine, but at what price?

using these things would be practically my death, something that was far from my goal, I wanted the grail and nothing more.

"lancer of red, the courageous and powerful Arthur, the pendragon, did I miss something?"

suddenly the enemy asked a question, which seemed more like a statement than a question, he spoke with such confidence about my identity that there was no point in denying it.

but I liked to believe in the law of return, nothing more just than revealing your identity, but before I started speaking I already started accumulating prana for the fight that I was sure that at some point it would start.

the moment I mentioned the word "Count Dracula", I could see his expression filling with fury, for a brief moment I thought he was going to start attacking, but in the next instant, his angry countenance disappeared as if nothing had happened.

a decision knew because, like me, he was also accumulating prana.

and any idiot would realize that this servant was responsible for the black stakes, perhaps that is the reason for the nickname 'the impaler', it probably hadn't been easy to use so many stakes to defend against Clarent's first blow and then attack me with that flood of cuttings.

therefore he would probably still be without prana, but that was not bad, after all, it was beneficial for both of them that this conversation is understood as much as possible.

"great manners, as expected of a former knight of the round table, I wonder what the queen had in mind to expel a knight so polite and honorable."

it seemed that the enemy servant wanted to open old wounds, but that was not going to help, I had no hard feelings about it, I was expelled of my own free will.

I remembered as if it were yesterday the day I was expelled from the round table, I was not only expelled but I was also arrested for three months, and I was also ordered to receive ten lashes in public, Arturia personally gave the lashes with a whip, I think all these things were one of the factors for the king's credibility to be diminished.

somehow someone revealed that Arthur and I were brothers and with my arrest, the rumors started that my crimes were false and that the king had framed me for fear that I would steal the throne.

the rumors spread like wildfire and with that came rumors and more rumors, and sometimes the rumors became true in the minds of some and that was how everything started to collapse.

believing in the rumors, they proclaimed my release and shouted that the king was a heartless tyrant, that he had no mercy on his brother and knight.

but I couldn't blame them, any king would have broken the rules to release someone dear or to avoid rumors, but not that specific king.

but my crimes were as severe as my punishment, with peace that Arthur gave them, they had forgotten why Camelot was famous, Camelot was known for his severe justice, regardless of the criminal's status, nor did I escape from such justice.

my intention was never to cause all that chaos, I just wanted to show hell to an infant child who dreamed of an infant utopia.

and I knew that she would not have the necessary conviction to cross the hell that she chose to walk and even without the necessary conviction she went on to hell that she was not prepared to deal with.

I bet on what artoria felt for me, a friend, brother, or countryman, anything she felt for me would do.

Arturia was too soft-hearted not to suffer for her actions, so I was hoping she would give up after dealing with the pain of judging a longtime friend due to her justice and maybe she realized the hell she was going into.

but if she noticed, she didn't show it.

remembering that accident reminded me of why I was here, I was here to win the grail and change everything, I was not carefree enough to chat with the enemy.

"it seems that the time for talking is over, so I will fulfill my main objective, I will give you a choice.

join us or die. "

what good joke, kill me?

how many tried and failed?

I killed myself because guilt and hatred ate at me and no one managed to kill me, even though I was weak at that moment, this servant could not kill me.

"

kill me? you and how many more?"

the only chance for me to die and if you all come at once. "

anger consumed his face, I managed to irritate him completely, all I needed, those black stakes were his sword and his shield, if he attacked his reaction to defend himself it would be slower and if I launched he would use a noble phantasm he wouldn't have any choice but to focus entirely on defense, the rest of the plan was improvised.

{"Clarent ...

with a horizontal cut, the Clarent tip shone like a star before releasing a large horizontal power cut.

{"Kazikli Bey!"}

innumerable stakes emerged from the ground and formed in front of the servant, completely covering him up and my attack hit the stake wall, but that attack was just a distraction that contained only 25% of Clarent's power, the real attack would come now, I lifted the clarent with both hands and put the rest of the remaining prana on the blade and with all my strength I lowered the blade.

... Pure Blood "}

again the view in front of me was covered by a giant pillar of colored light, it took about seventeen seconds for the pillar of light to disappear, again the scene changed, but I was focused on something more important than the scene.

the servant was lying on the floor with a lot of blood coming out of a cut in the ċhėst, did I miss the attack?

no, the attack was accurate, it was for him to have been split in half, but he somehow managed to avoid most of the damage and still managed to stay alive.

again I sighed, that was my best and most striking attack possible.

without much choice, I kept Clarent and pulled Galatine out of his gold-embroidered sheath, as soon as I pulled Galatine the servant slowly stood up.

"it seems that I underestimated him, it was a good attack but now and my turn"

after he spoke, our eyes met, but no more words were said.

there was no need for any more words, neither the enemy servant nor I intended to let the other one escape alive.

with a wave a spear appeared in his hand, who would say lancer against lancer, if it was just a fight of skills with weapons and physical strength, I was sure of my victory.

but combat would be more difficult if it involved black stakes, but how many times have I fought alone against thousands of men?

more times than I could count, I was used to fighting surrounded by enemies, I just needed to treat those stakes as if they were an enemy.

I took a deep breath and let my armor dissipate, the armor was useful, but it hindered my mobility and I needed the greatest amount of agility and flexibility possible.

I would also have to temporarily leave the shield behind, in this fight I would only use my body, my senses, and Galatine.