Type-Moon: Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, I Serve the Lionheart King

He transmigrated to the thirteenth century and became a member of the Crusaders.

Before he even had a chance to kill anyone, he saw that familiar halo on the horizon. This was bad. It was the documentary version of a massive Fate/Grand Order.

Worse still, the divine Lion King, riding a white horse, was charging straight at them.

Fight? Give me a break. He switched sides on the spot and knelt on one knee. "Please let me become your knight!"

The price was that he went blind first.

The Mystic Eyes of Death Perception let him see the lines of death in all things, and even slice through torrents of magical energy with a single stroke. The problem was, every time he used those eyes, they burned away his life.

The Lion King gave him dragon blood and transformed his body into a monster, but it couldn't fill the hole left by those eyes.

The Incineration of Humanity, the bleaching of the Earth, eight Singularities, Lostbelts, fleets of machine gods, star-devouring monsters... All this trouble erupted at once.

And he didn't have much time left.

Before Chaldea arrived, he had to find the Old Man of the Mountain and learn the true meaning of "death." Otherwise, the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception would kill him first.

So he chose to become the deity's

most insane dog.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.