Shinji Matou at Your Service-Chapter 1068: Displaying Their Abilities

"The race has been packed with excitement right from the beginning. Leading the pack now are Rin and Gilgamesh's Get Money and Luvia and Karna's Sunny 10,000 Miles! It's quite surprising—who would've thought that the Archer class would be so adept at racing?"

Hearing Olga Marie's commentary, Gilgamesh let out his signature laugh, while Karna remained calm and composed.

"A true king is capable of anything, ahahaha!"

"I also possess Rider class compatibility. Driving a chariot is one of the basics."

To this, Rin and Luvia both snapped back in unison: "Hey, we're the ones driving!"

After speaking, the two girls locked eyes, engaging in a silent stare-off. Since their cars were neck and neck, they could hear each other.

"Hmph, let's settle this, Luvia!"

"I accept the challenge, Miss Tohsaka. Hold on tight, Karna, I'm accelerating."

"You too, Gilgamesh. Overtake them at the next turn!"

Both the red and blue arms gripped their steering wheels tightly, and in unison, black-stockinged and white-booted feet slammed down on the gas pedals—wait, something seems off here. But at the same time, it feels oddly right—oh well, never mind. The golden sports car Get Money and the orange off-road vehicle Sunny 10,000 Miles surged forward, pulling ahead of the rest of the group—well, not entirely.

"Another vehicle has broken away from the pack and is quickly catching up to the two leading teams—it's Waver and Iskandar's Macedonian Conqueror! Despite being the largest and heaviest vehicle in the race, Macedonian Conqueror is showing speed that rivals the sports cars. How is this even possible?"

"It's only natural; Iskandar's Riding skill is ranked A+." freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Inside the car, Waver was struggling to adjust to the intense acceleration but still managed to push up his black-rimmed glasses.

The Conqueror King's vehicle was a heavy-duty Hummer, the only kind of car suitable for someone of Iskandar's size and build.

"I am a master of cavalry! No matter what I'm riding, I won't lose to anyone in this race! Charge forth, Macedonian Conqueror!"

"You're not the only one with a cavalry background, and you're certainly not the only one with an A+ Riding skill—there's also me!"

A relatively inconspicuous purple figure suddenly appeared in Iskandar's line of sight.

"This is... unbelievable! Another Rider, Medusa, and her Master, Matou Sakura, have caught up as well, and they're riding one of the worst-performing vehicles in the race—a grandma's bicycle!"

Olga Marie's commentary came in at the perfect moment.

Sitting on the back seat of the bicycle, Sakura muttered softly: "Rider, are you sure you're okay? You're not tired, right? Honestly, why does my brother give everyone else such amazing vehicles, but for his family, it's just a simple bicycle and rollerblades?"

"Don't worry, Master. I don't know what your brother is thinking, but when it comes to stamina, I won't lose to anyone. By betting on the pride of the Rider class, I will achieve victory."

Medusa's declaration echoed through the night sky. Contestants, spectators, and even the race commentators heard it since someone had handed Medusa a microphone.

"I-Illya?"

Sakura exclaimed in surprise.

"That's right, it's Illya!"

At some point, another two-wheeled bike had appeared next to Medusa's. It was a pitch-black mechanical beast, Irisviel's most prized creation.

Dressed in her usual black coat with a black lining, Artoria maintained a focused expression, looking every bit the knight charging through a battlefield. Compared to the four-wheeled cars, this two-wheeled motorcycle suited her taste perfectly.

"You're not the only ones with Riding skills! Let's ride, my Llamrei II!"

"And now, a new leading group has formed."

Having finally acclimated to the speed, Illya officially returned to her role as commentator.

"The new leaders consist of two Archer groups, two Rider groups, and me and Saber—"

"Don't forget about us!"

A cold and haughty voice cut through the air, and a rainbow of three colors streaked across the sky, leaving Illya momentarily stunned. Luckily, Olga Marie quickly picked up the commentary.

"And here they are—Lorelei Barthomeloi and Altera's team! Another Saber, and another competitor with Riding skills. In a race like this, those skills are a cheat, aren't they?"

"It's not just the Riding skill; Altera also possesses unique abilities. I'll grudgingly commend you for painting the vehicle in red, yellow, and blue—well done, my Dark Hand. But why a skateboard? Couldn't you have picked a proper vehicle, Shinji?"

Indeed, Lorelei and Altera's ride was none other than a skateboard, an enduring toy, a mode of transportation, and a competitive sport. At the moment, the lead Lord of the Clock Tower was crouched, tightly gripping her Servant's waist.

Unlike her Master's complaints, Altera seemed to be in high spirits.

"Master, I enjoy the feeling of the wind rushing past. And I like the name Great King for our vehicle too."

Seeing the rare smile on Altera's face, Lorelei recalled what Shinji had told her—it had always intrigued her, this notion of a life that wasn't that of a warrior.

"Another life... Well, even if we lose... Altera, do as you wish. Go ahead and enjoy yourself."

"Thank you, Master."

Altera's smile grew even brighter, gradually resembling the one from a dreamlike memory.

About fifty meters behind them, still cloaked in her usual attire, Gray turned to her companion, Faker.

"Uh, I guess we're the only ones left now."

"Yes, it seems so," Faker, dressed like a racer from the same team as Iskandar, nodded lightly.

"Aren't we going to catch up?"

"No. I am the shadow of the King. My goal is to ensure the King's victory. This is fine for now. We'll make our move during the final sprint."

"Yeah, let's do that."

Gray's calm response slightly surprised Faker.

"Are you really okay with this, Gray?"

"Why do you ask?"

"You've always been grateful to the King of Knights, right? Isn't it strange to be helping her rival instead of her?"

"It's fine. The King herself told me to do whatever I wanted."

Gray recalled the conversation she had with Artoria after a certain battle.

Artoria had said:

"Merlin told me about your situation. I apologize for any harm I've caused you. It may not be my place to say this, but I want you to know that you are not me, nor are you someone anyone else wants you to be. No matter what happens, you are your own person, independent and free. Live according to your own will, and do what you truly want. No one can force you—if they do, come to me, and I'll deal with them. Even if I'm not around, there's always Shinji; he'll help you."

For Gray, her previous goal had been to reunite Iskandar and Waver. Now, all she wanted was to help her teacher win. It was as simple as that.

She was herself—Gray, the gravekeeper—not King Arthur.

After hearing Gray's reflection, Faker remarked: "The famed King of Knights, as expected. But as for that Matou Shinji guy—ugh, let's forget about him. He's no good. Just look at the car he gave us—not to mention the performance, this design is mocking our height! It must be! He even named it Lion King—what lion? It's more like a kitten!"

Faker's frustration was understandable. Their vehicle was a go-kart—decorated with a lion's head! It looked no different from a child's toy.