Shinji Matou at Your Service-Chapter 1016: Suppression!

"Do you still want to fight?"

In response to Shinji's question, the two female homunculi reacted with surprising consistency—one wielded a greatsword, the other an axe-spear, attacking from both sides.

Obeying orders was everything to them—this was an instinct deeply embedded in their very existence since their creation.

Seeing this, Shinji spun the spear in his hand, deflecting Leysritt's axe-spear with the tip, while catching Angelica's greatsword with the other end.

"Alright, let's see what level you're at. This strike isn't bad."

The last comment was directed at Leysritt. After being knocked aside, she immediately struck the wall with her axe-spear, using the recoil to spring back and continue attacking.

Shinji, seeing this, released a burst of magical energy, pushing Angelica back. He then countered Leysritt's axe-spear with his spear.

With a sharp metallic clang, the spear bent under the weight of the falling axe-spear, and Shinji, who was holding it, was forced two steps back.

"This strength would rank high even among Servants—almost on par with Artoria. It seems you've focused on strength, and the other one... speed?"

A gust of wind swept past the back of his head—it was Angelica's greatsword.

Suddenly, Shinji released his grip and stepped back, slipping through the narrow gap between the axe-spear and greatsword.

"... No, it's balance. Could it be that the Einzberns modeled their battle homunculi after Servants? Angelica is Saber, and Leysritt is Berserker..."

On second thought, that seemed to be the case. The maid squad consisted of six members: archer, lancer, saber, caster, and assassin. Rider was excluded as there was no mount, and while Berserker-type hadn't lost her sanity, her cognitive abilities were weaker than the other homunculi, with the trade-off being increased strength.

"It's a good idea, and the physical capabilities are close, but the soft skills... The battle isn't just about your body; technique, experience, adaptability—those are just as important, and you can't simply program those. As long as the Einzberns remain isolated, you'll never be more than third-rate."

Leysritt and Angelica, fully focused on carrying out the patriarch's orders, put all their strength into each strike. Shinji, however, dodged with impeccable timing. By the time they realized something was wrong, it was too late to pull back their attacks.

Naturally, the greatsword and axe-spear collided with each other.

When it came to raw power, Leysritt had the upper hand, but she had already been locked in a stalemate with Shinji for a while, which had sapped some of her strength. As a result, she was evenly matched with Angelica, who was still going strong. Both of their grips trembled, and their arms went numb from the impact.

Just as they barely withstood the force, ready to regroup, Shinji had already returned.

"Alright, this ends now."

With a swift hand chop to the back of their necks, Shinji struck their critical nerve centers, instantly disabling their ability to resist.

What followed was routine—using Kazikli Bey to construct prison cells.

This time, the cells were built a bit more spacious. This wasn't due to a mistake in construction but rather because of the physiques—or rather, the designs—of Leysritt and Angelica.

These two... how should it be put? Among the cast members of the Nasuverse, they had the most voluptuous figures. Particularly, certain parts of their bodies, especially their ample chests, surpassed even those of Arcueid, Sakura, and Luvia, who were renowned for their curves. If the cells were built too narrow and squashed those peaks, it would be a crime.

Incidentally, Leysritt's close friend Sella was the exact opposite of her—more akin to the slender figure of Rin Tohsaka. Although the faces of the Einzbern homunculi were largely the same, their bodies came in all kinds of models. This goes to show what kind of people the former Third Magic users—or their disciples (who formed the foundation of the Einzbern family after the mages passed)—were. Cultured men, it seems, have never been in short supply, regardless of the era.

Apologies for the digression. In short, with this, all the maids Achtt had brought were subdued. Each one was bound in a crucifix-like or star-shaped pose, sealed within Kazikli Bey stakes. This was the most appropriate way Shinji could think of to handle them in the short time he had.

"Now it's just you left. I hope you have as much backbone as they do, so I can settle the score for all the suffering the Emiya family endured!"

Shinji coldly glared at Acht, casually pulling out Angelica's greatsword, a weapon closest in design to Heracles' axe-sword.

"Are you ready? Old man! Prepare to pay the price for your stupidity and ignorance!"

Despite being threatened so fiercely, Acht's expression showed a noticeable change, but there wasn't much panic. Instead, there was more pain, as if something was twisting him from within.

"You think you've won like this? Master of the Matou family, this isn't over yet—come forth, my Servant!"

Red magical energy flowed from Acht's white ceremonial robes—it was the glow of a Command Spell, an absolute force, a crystallization of grand magecraft tied to the power of the Grail.

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In the dazzling red light, the force of the Command Spell tore through space, forcibly summoning the distant Servant into physical form before them.

"■■■■■■■■——!"

The giant appeared amidst a roaring, unintelligible cry that Shinji had heard countless times. The giant materialized, becoming a wall of flesh, standing in front of its Master.

"As I expected."

Shinji wasn't surprised in the least. The reason he had spoken so much and systematically subdued the battle maids one by one was to give Acht time to summon his Servant. Shinji wanted to crush every bit of hope this old man had left. This was the revenge he sought on behalf of Irisviel and her daughter.

Clapping his hands together, the stakes that had been fixed in place began to move once again.

They weren't stakes anymore—they were more like iron pillars. Thirty of them combined into one, with a diameter that exceeded Heracles' height, extending from the ceiling, walls, and floor to squeeze and crush him as if they were trying to turn him into a pulp.

Of course, with the protection of [The Twelve Labors], Heracles couldn't be turned into mush. At most, his space of movement was limited, which was exactly what Shinji had intended.

While tapping his toe on the ground, Shinji divided his focus—one part controlling the Noble Phantasm to move the subdued battle maids into the underground.

At the same time, he reconnected his contract link with Scathach.

"Shishou, how many times have you killed him?"

"Once. The time was too short."

Even though they couldn't see each other, her dissatisfaction was still audible through their connection.

"You didn't use a Noble Phantasm attack, right?"

"No, I'm not that tactless."

"Good, leave the rest to me then."

As he spoke, Shinji spread his hands. With a motion of his left hand, two more stakes sprouted from the iron pillar on the left, piercing through the handle of Heracles' enormous axe-sword, securing his weapon in place.

In his right hand, he manifested the golden spear, enveloped in solar flames, and with one thrust, he pierced the giant's heart.

"It's over."