Fate Grand Order: Broadcasting Master Love — Chapter 99

Leaving aside the little punk Kama throwing a tantrum in the Chaldea Control Room for the moment, the mysterious light screen flickered, drawing the multiverse’s attention back to the unfolding broadcast.

The moment Avenger’s echoing voice faded into the oppressive gloom of the Chamber of Judgment, a booming, full-bellied laugh shattered the silence.

“Of course there is!”

Heavy footsteps echoed as a towering figure strode out from the shadows. “Heaven and Earth, the Sky’s Great Rotation! This is the natural order of things, so it happens all the time!” Fergus mac Róich planted his massive hands on his hips, his chest heaving with boisterous laughter that made the very stone walls of the prison tremble.

He flashed a wide grin, showing off a row of stark white teeth. “One cannot truly be called a warrior or a hero without harboring at least one or two animalistic desires in their gut!”

“If my existence must be branded a sin, wahahahahaha, then so be it!” He abruptly hoisted his massive, drill-like blade—the Spiral Sword, Caladbolg—and aimed its tip squarely at the cavernous ceiling. “I will stand here as a magnificent sinner! I! The chief of the Red Branch Knights, and the former King of Ulster!”

Fergus puffed out his chest, his voice dripping with absolute, unashamed pride. “I basically love women the most!!!”

In the Fifth Holy Grail War timeline, far from the suffocating duties of the church, Lancer sat by a tranquil suburban river. Cu Chulainn lazily flicked his fishing rod, the line dancing over the water. Watching his boisterous uncle on the projected screen, he let out a long, helpless sigh.

“Oh man, that old dog hasn’t changed a bit, has he?” A wry smirk tugged at his lips. “Well, I guess I can’t talk. I’m pretty much the same way.”

Back in the Tohsaka manor’s elegant living room, Rin stared at the broadcast in absolute horror. “What is wrong with this man?!” She crossed her arms, her face flushed with indignation. “He’s completely shameless!”

Red A leaned heavily against the mahogany doorframe. He stared at the wielder of the original Spiral Sword, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Although the Celtic legends depict him exactly like this… seeing the great hero holding that sword in person truly makes my soul ache…”

On the screen, the tension in the Chamber of Judgment had completely derailed. Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked, catching the odd phrasing. “Basically?”

Avenger completely ignored the boisterous Celtic king. The Count of Monte Cristo kept his burning, golden gaze locked onto Ritsuka.

“Peer into the heart. Do not avert your gaze,” Avenger warned, his tone dropping into a deadly serious register. “Because everyone possesses it, no one can escape it.”

“The existence of desire for others, trembling, and then giving rise to shallow tears.” His deep, authoritative voice echoed like a judge handing down a final sentence.

His sharp features hardened. “The Sin of Lust—”

“What do you mean shallow?!” Fergus bristled instantly, his booming voice cutting through the Count’s dramatic monologue. “If you want to do it, do it! If you want to eat, eat!”

He lowered Caladbolg, resting the massive blade against his shoulder as an easy, carefree grin returned to his bearded face. “This is the absolute truth of humanity! This is the grand mystery of life!”

“Hahahahahaha! And there’s no need to waste breath on words! The time is now, and the feeling is right!” Fergus’s sweeping gaze suddenly locked onto the trembling figure of Mercedes, who was desperately trying to hide behind Ritsuka’s back.

The Celtic king’s eyes practically ignited.

His jovial smile vanished, replaced by an intense, predatory seriousness. “That woman… I understand her type perfectly! You are a respectable, virtuous woman. The kind that is incredibly difficult to conquer!”

“Specifically, you’re overwhelmingly charming! Especially those ample breasts—truly wonderful!” He shot her a completely unreserved, enthusiastic thumbs-up.

Mercedes’s pale face flooded with crimson. Her entire body locked up, shrinking away from the towering Servant as her voice dropped to a terrified, mosquito-like squeak. “A-Are… are you… referring to me…?”

Fergus possessed exactly zero restraint. “I thought I’d be drinking alone and sleeping alone in this desolate prison. It almost scared me to death. How wonderful, how wonderful. Tonight is truly great.”

He took a heavy step forward and extended his thick hand. “I will! Take! You!”

In the Emiya residence, Fujimura Taiga scrambled across the tatami mats, frantically waving her arms to block the television-sized projection. “Not suitable for children! Not suitable for children!” she shrieked, glaring at the screen. “Shirou, you absolutely must never grow up to be like this brute!”

In the parallel world of magical girls, inside the lavish Einzbern castle.

“Oh my, this broadcast is crossing into restricted territory, Illya-chan~” Magical Ruby floated in mid-air, her metallic voice dripping with teasing amusement.

“E-Eeeeeh?!” Illya slapped both hands over her face, though her crimson cheeks were clearly visible as she peeked through the gaps in her fingers. “This person is the worst!”

“Indeed…” Miyu’s face was equally flushed. She squeezed her eyes shut, nodding in quiet agreement.

“It seems Miyu-sama was quite startled by the vulgarity,” Magical Sapphire noted, floating gently to Miyu’s shoulder to offer quiet comfort.

A few paces away, Kuro stood with her arms crossed, stroking her chin as she analyzed the Celtic king’s brazen approach. “I see. Is expressing your desires that openly really so hard to look at? But I suppose it’s different for me. After all, I’m a cute girl…”

Within the desolate prison tower on the screen, Mercedes shook like a leaf in a hurricane, tears pricking the corners of her eyes as she cowered from Fergus’s aggressive passion.

Fergus shifted his gaze away from the trembling woman, glaring down at Ritsuka and the shadowy Avenger. His thick brows furrowed in sudden, deep annoyance.

“As for you, Fujimaru Ritsuka, and that unfamiliar Servant… neither of you are needed here.”

His massive hands tightened around the hilt of the Spiral Sword. A chilling, suffocating wave of genuine killing intent washed over the stone chamber.

“You’re in my way. I’ll kill you.”

Ritsuka’s eyes widened in sheer disbelief. “You’re joking, Mr. Fergus.”

The towering King of Ulster slowly shook his head. The jovial pervert from a moment ago was completely gone, replaced by a hardened warrior of the ancient age.

“No, I’m not joking.” His voice was flat, devoid of any warmth. “Understand it from a Celtic perspective. I am entirely serious. I’ve decided to kill you.”