The Sixth Law—of course, Rin was familiar with the name.
"I've heard of it. Only a small number of magi believe in its existence. It's a Magic that no one has ever achieved, and its very existence cannot even be confirmed. Why are you bringing this up?"
"Because what I'm about to perform is related to the Sixth Law. Watch carefully, because now comes the time to witness a miracle!"
As Shinji spoke, he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
The moment he exhaled, an astonishing surge of mana erupted from within him, sweeping over the entire area. Everyone, whether human or non-human, caught in this flow, felt a surreal sense of detachment from reality.
At the center of this mana storm, Shinji placed his hand over his heart and, with a mix of seriousness and nostalgia, made his declaration.
"Return to me, my memories, my fantasies—my friends, I need your help."
And then, the true miracle descended.
The chaotic flow of mana responded to some kind of summoning, rushing toward a specific point, gathering, and finally taking the shape of several human figures.
There were men and women.
Some were older, others were younger.
Some wielded swords, others carried spears.
Some had a calm demeanor, while others were as wild as beasts.
Though their appearances and auras were different, there was one thing they all had in common—they were far from ordinary. Each of them exuded an extraordinary presence.
"T-This is—"
Rin's eyes had widened to their limit. She was all too familiar with this kind of presence—it was the unmistakable aura of Servants.
"Ah—"
Jack excitedly waved her small hands, shouting as she recognized some of them, "Sister Mordred, Uncle Siegfried!"
"Mordred, Siegfried... the Red Saber, the Black Saber."
These names, famous around the world, along with the information provided by her Master privileges, confirmed a suspicion that had formed in Rin's mind.
"These are the Servants from another Holy Grail War. But Red and Black? What does that mean, factions?"
While Rin pondered this, the two Sabers began moving.
"What? Do these monsters bully my sister? All of you, die!!!"
Mordred, with her fiery temper and impatient nature, seemed to have already learned what had happened earlier. She immediately hurled her sword like a flying weapon and then charged in right after it.
"Defeating monsters is a hero's duty."
Siegfried followed closely behind, his movements more measured and composed. The two of them, one in front and one in back moved to intercept Fabro Chaos—who had just used the Soil of Genesis to trap the combat puppet being controlled by Kirie.
Soon, two more Mirrage Servants joined the fray.
One was clad in golden armor and wielded a golden spear, his demeanor cold and silent. Even from a distance, Rin recognized him immediately—he was Luvia's Servant, the great hero from ancient India who had once fought Gilgamesh to a standstill.
"Karna, the Red Lancer."
The other Servant was also familiar, astride a white horse and holding a star-shaped sacred spear. Her aura was reminiscent of Artoria, though her appearance and build were far more mature.
Seeing this Servant, Jack cheered, "Ah, it's a grown-up Mommy Artoria!"
So it was indeed Artoria, but grown-up? What was that supposed to mean? Could a Servant even grow up?
As Rin's thoughts wandered, Karna and Siegfried successfully regrouped, while Artoria fought side by side with Mordred. Together, the four of them completely sealed off Fabro Chaos's escape route.
Fabro left with no choice, summoned all the beasts and the Chaos Tide he could muster to resist the sudden appearance of these heroes.
However, just as the beasts began to emerge from his coat, a rain of arrows descended from above. Looking up, they saw a man and a woman, both radiating a natural aura, standing atop tall trees, raining arrows down on their enemies.
The man, dressed in simple white robes, exuded an aura as vast as the earth itself, and he took on the task of sniping down humanoid targets. His arrows not only Fabro but also Roa and Araya Souren.
The woman, clad in a green dress and adorned with beast-like features, specialized in hunting the beasts. Each of her arrows landed with pinpoint accuracy. As she swapped out her arrows and repositioned herself, she glanced down at Jack with a smile.
"Atalanta-mommy, Teacher Chiron."
"Atalanta, still the same as ever—so, this little girl must be the daughter Shinji mentioned adopting. Chiron... the great teacher of heroes, the wise centaur, he... their teacher..."
Jack's continued cheering caught the attention of yet another person.
Medea had connections to both of the archers.
Atalanta was her close friend, and both of them had shared similar fates.
Chiron was the teacher of Jason, Heracles, and many others. Medea had always wanted to meet him in life but had never had the chance. And now, here they were, meeting in the afterlife, in this strange form.
At this moment, two more Servants joined the battle.
One was a young knight, wearing a short skirt and with pink hair tied into braids, charging forward with a lance.
"People from afar, hear my voice! Neighbors nearby, come and see! I am Astolfo, one of Charlemagne's Twelve Paladins! Let us engage in a fair and honorable battle!!"
His declaration shook the air, but unfortunately, not even a minute passed before Roa kicked him away, and was about to follow up with a killing blow, slashing his throat.
Luckily, another Servant, faster than a comet, intervened in time to block Roa, pushing him back while mockingly taunting his comrade.
"Get up. You couldn't even last a minute. How embarrassing."
"Hahaha, well, I'm nowhere near as strong as you, Achilles. When it comes to being weak, I'm very confident."
Despite being a man, Astolfo acted more feminine than most women. He dusted himself off and, with a spin of his lance, charged at another enemy.
Not long after, he was once again sent flying by a long-haired monk. Achilles sighed helplessly and shouted in Shinji's direction.
"Hey, someone go help that guy out."
A man holding a book in one hand and a quill in the other, looking every bit like a writer, didn't even glance up, continuing to write furiously.
"I, William Shakespeare, am but a powerless writer. I leave the fighting to you, great heroes. I shall faithfully record your valor and glory."
"I'm also not suited for front-line combat. Give me enough time to craft my golems."
A masked magus was busy tapping the ground, crafting clay golems one after another from the earth.
"I don't want these filthy creatures to dirty my clothes. Besides, I wonder if poison will even work on these monsters?"
A decadent and beautiful queen stood with her arms crossed, coldly watching the battlefield.
"And besides, this guy is the real problem, isn't he?"
Before she could finish speaking, an exuberant laugh boomed behind her.
"Oppressors! Accept your judgment!"
A gladiator over two meters tall, with muscles even more massive than Iskandar's, charged toward the queen, wielding a blade that was far too large to be called a short sword. Before the blade could fall, another woman, holding a banner adorned with a fleur-de-lis and bearing a striking resemblance to Artoria, intervened to stop him.
"Now is not the time for human infighting, Spartacus."
Beside her, a pale man who looked more like a vampire than any actual vampire spoke.
"Compared to us kings of men, those monsters are the true oppressors. They must be destroyed."
Hearing this, Spartacus immediately turned his face, grinning with excitement.
"So that's where they are? The true oppressors! Death to all oppressors!"
With a gleeful expression, he took deep breaths as he dragged the iron ball chained to his legs, charging toward the battlefield. His wild demeanor, the earth-shaking roar of his footsteps, and his loud, unrestrained laughter quickly made him the noisiest figure on the battlefield.
PS: The Sixth Law is a Magic used by Night of Wallachia to create a perfect copy of Shiki and others during the Tsukihime Arc.