Fate: Hero of Justice Takeover-Chapter 366: [] The Hunter and the Witch

"Player No. 10 has been slandering me as a werewolf from the very start of the game, yet she’s failed to provide any evidence. That in itself is highly suspicious."

Artoria had learned much over the past few days. She didn’t lose her temper over false accusations but calmly wove her logic, defending herself point by point:

"Even if Player No. 10 claims to be the Dreamcatcher, she hasn’t offered any valuable information—just repeated her past choices. Her words lack any basis and could be interpreted in countless ways."

"Player No. 10 claims she protected Player No. 14 last night. Then I’d like to ask Player No. 14: How did the Master, Player No. 7, die? Does that mean Sakatsuki’s deduction was completely wrong? And if so, why didn’t you refute it at the time?"

"Don’t you realize that whether in warfare or teamwork, uncorrected misinformation is always the deadliest problem?"

Instead of proving her own innocence, Artoria went straight to the root, casting doubt on Mordred’s so-called "Dreamcatcher" identity.

As long as she could prove Mordred wasn’t the Dreamcatcher, all of Mordred’s accusations against her would collapse.

"Moreover, I think it goes without saying that Sakatsuki is on the side of the good. His insights have been crucial for us, even temporarily replacing the Seer’s role in helping the good faction understand the situation. No one would doubt the Sheriff’s stance."

"Given that, what exactly is Mordred’s deal as the Dreamcatcher? Is she truly the Dreamcatcher, or is this another ploy by the werewolves? I’ll leave that for you all to decide."

Artoria’s speech concluded, and in terms of content alone, it utterly crushed Mordred’s incoherent ramblings.

So there was a reason why the ’Stick’ didn’t let you become king back then...

Thinking this, Sakatsuki knew that even if Mordred wasn’t a werewolf, she was doomed to be voted out. But he didn’t relax. Instead, he turned his gaze to Diarmuid, who met his eyes in return.

Their silent exchange said everything.

After Mash’s speech, Diarmuid stood up and smiled naturally.

"It seems everyone’s eager to know who the real Dreamcatcher is. Fine, I’ll tell you. My role is the Dreamcatcher. The past two nights, I targeted Player No. 7—directly causing the Master’s death. Player No. 14 has nothing to do with me; they were killed by the werewolves."

Hearing Diarmuid’s declaration, Sakatsuki inwardly praised it as a brilliant move. Now he could finally rest easy.

After the Master’s death, Sakatsuki had approached Diarmuid under the pretense of treatment, revealing his identity and asking for his help.

The reason for choosing Diarmuid was simple—the last werewolf had already been identified by Draco the previous night.

Though the little red dragon left no last words and acted as if she couldn’t be bothered with the game, she was secretly holding a grudge. After learning of her death, she relentlessly spammed @Sakatsuki in the imaginary space, even if it broke the rules, swearing to make him avenge her.

Thanks to Her Majesty, Sakatsuki found it impossible to pretend ignorance. He decided to go along with Draco’s wishes and wrap up the game as soon as possible to avoid the incessant pop-up harassment.

Amidst the uproar, Diarmuid continued speaking, drawing the fire:

"I didn’t want to reveal my role, but given the situation, I have no choice. The waters have been completely muddied. Contestant No. 10, this is on you. If you’re not the Dreamcatcher, you shouldn’t have claimed to be. It only makes it easier for the werewolves to exploit the chaos."

"Grr..." Mordred was left speechless, clearly hit where it hurt.

Seeing this, Sakatsuki gave a meaningful glance, and Diarmuid seized the opportunity to press his advantage:

"Now that I’ve revealed myself, I might as well share my actions tonight. Last night, I chose not to protect the Seer. The reason is simple: we, the good side, are at least two rounds ahead of the werewolves. Rather than protecting the good, eliminating a werewolf is the more cost-effective choice."

As Diarmuid pointed, everyone’s gaze turned toward the unprepared Kuro.

"So, my choice last night was Contestant No. 13. My apologies."

"Wait, why..."

"Why Kuro?!" Illya blurted out first. "But Mr. Diarmuid doesn’t seem like the type to lie... Ugh, is there some reasoning behind this?"

"The reason is simple," Diarmuid recalled Sakatsuki’s words and affirmed. "Because Miyu only apologized to you, Illya."

"Moreover, Chole once said, didn’t she? That the Witch should step forward, citing her use of potions... But here’s the thing: at that time, how could Chloe be so certain the Witch would use a potion?"

"Only the werewolves know who they killed was revived, and only the werewolves know that Saka—that I didn’t protect anyone but instead chose to eliminate the Master!"

Diarmuid spoke with absolute conviction, though inwardly he couldn’t help but marvel at someone’s sharpness.

When he learned that Sakatsuki was the hidden Dreamcatcher all along, he was genuinely shocked.

Damn, he’d been racking his brain over who the bold Dreamcatcher was, using two nights to kill a werewolf—only to find out it was Sakatsuki, the Sheriff.

The most dangerous place is the safest, or perhaps Sakatsuki’s performance so far had been too deceptive... Diarmuid had always assumed he was a villager!

"Tonight, I’ll continue to target Contestant No. 13. That means four werewolves will be dead, leaving the last one for you all to find. With the good side so far ahead, I trust you’ll identify the final werewolf."

After Diarmuid’s speech, even Sakatsuki, who usually summarized, said little. He wrapped things up succinctly and moved straight to voting.

The vote was a foregone conclusion. Aside from Mordred herself, everyone else voted against her.

Even if the werewolves killed the Dreamcatcher, Kuro was doomed tonight. So, the obvious choice for today’s elimination was Mordred, who might as well be the sixth werewolf.

[Contestant No. 10 has been eliminated. Please wait for players to activate skills.]

As soon as the system announcement appeared, everyone—except Sakatsuki, who rubbed his temples in resignation—stared at Mordred in disbelief.

"You’re the Wolf King?"

"I’m the Hunter, damn it!" Mordred shouted in frustration. "Why won’t you guys believe me?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Well, give us a reason to believe you then!

The expressions of the others clearly conveyed this sentiment. After venting, Mordred once again, as expected, turned her gaze toward her father-king.

"Damn it, if that’s how it is, then I’ll just—"

"What are you planning?" Sensing something ominous in Mordred’s eyes, Artoria panicked and slowly backed away.

However, the King of Knights’ weakness only fueled Mordred’s sadistic tendencies. The girl, who bore a striking resemblance to Artoria, smirked coldly as she advanced step by step:

"Well, what do you think I’m going to do, King of Knights? Since I can’t vote you out in the game, at least let me... Hey! You dare run away?! Don’t you run, you damn Arthur!"

And so, a comical chase unfolded around the Round Table.

Though no one knew why Artoria was running, Mordred, now fully embracing her nature, wouldn’t let her go. Seeing the King of Knights show weakness only spurred Mordred on, who howled as she pounced.

"Stop running! Is the mighty King of Knights only good at fleeing?"

"Sir Mordred... I think you should focus on winning the game. You’re part of the good faction. Do you really want to waste your bullet on a teammate? I’m the Witch!"

"Ha! Who cares about that... Oh, so that’s why you were so resistant earlier. That old hag Morgan, really... Ugh, whatever! Stand still! Today, I’m dragging you down with me no matter what!"

"D-Damn it! I don’t recall any of my knights being this disobedient!"

"What’s the point of saying that now? Didn’t I already destroy the Round Table? Now stop running and let me take you down!"

"Ugh, she’s not listening at all... Master! Master! Why are you just standing there? Help me!"

Artoria kept running, and Mordred kept chasing, oblivious to the fact that their tension wasn’t shared by the others. Sakatsuki had already pulled out snacks and drinks, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle.

"Share some with me," Ritsuka boldly took half, leaning against the soft and fragrant Mash, sighing. "When will these two idiot knights realize that Hunters don’t need physical contact to use their skill?"

"Who knows?" Sakatsuki chuckled. "But in a way, watching these two love-hate rivals is pretty entertaining, isn’t it?"

"Well, I suppose so..."

Ritsuka and Sakatsuki exchanged glances and let out matching evil giggles.

"These two suddenly seem terrifying..." The trio behind them huddled together, trembling—especially Kuro, who was once again reminded of the fear Sakatsuki instilled in her.

"Thou didst say these two have good compatibility, didst thou not?" Draco sat with her chin propped on her hand, clearly displeased. Mash beside her nodded vigorously.

In the end, the Holy Grail system intervened, delivering judgment.

[Player 10 has chosen to eliminate Player 7.]

[Player 7, please deliver your last words.]

"I’m innocent! Why did you have to chase me, Sir Mordred!"

"Then come and hit me if you dare, nya nya nya..."

"I just don’t want to be punished, especially for such a ridiculous reason. You asked for this, Mordred!"

"Wha—wait, what are you doing, King of Knights? The Master is still here... hey!"

"Ex—calibur!"

With another explosion and Mordred’s scream, night finally descended upon the land.

[It’s nightfall. Please close your eyes.]

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