A brilliant purple glow flooded and lit up the dark night sky. The 'tsunami' that rushed like a bamboo-like rampage split in two under its block, and it seemed to be stirring away in all directions, and among them, the young man who had nothing to do with it walked slowly on the huge blade of the sword.

Terrifying, a stream of great magic stood in the direction of his head, reminding the boy of the first time he saw the girl.

"Excuse me, are you my Master?"

That night, Shirou Emiya, who firmly believed in his ideals, officially took steps to become a partner in justice. Even now, teenagers are still persistent in chasing their ideals.

"Hmph—can you keep up?"

The red coat fluttered in the wind, perhaps an illusion, and the man's figure was reflected in the boy's eyes.

"—can you keep up, nonsense. 」

The boy lowered his body and muttered, as if to enforce his determination, and put his right hand on the blood-stained bandage that had been stained red before. His gaze burned, and he pulled away with a roar of determination.

"You're the one, I'll definitely follow————!

The river stirred up a huge splash and fell like raindrops. Among them, the firm back of the young man caught everyone's eyes.

"Brother... Brother..."

That's right, implement the ideal in your heart and turn your body into a sword of justice, that is-Emiya Shirou!

"Trace On!"

The creative concept, the basic skeleton, the composition materials, the production technology, and the accumulation of experience and years reproduce the material projection.

Raising his open left hand, he gripped the hilt of the fictional sword that had not yet appeared, unusually heavy. What is going to be projected is already clear. Imagine the axe and sword in the hands of Greece's greatest hero, the haughty, rock-like and unshakable giant.

"What is that!?"

Under everyone's gaze, the huge rock-like axe sword was clenched in the hand of Emiya Shirou. Both the magicians and the Servants present were amazed by this scene, only the proud golden figure frowned slightly.

「…… Faker. 」

The whizzing attacks came from eight directions like gears, the poignant attacks tearing through the air and approaching with a chilling sound, but they had only one destination.

「————————」

Unable to block the Sea Devil's blow with one blow, ordinary projection is useless. What is needed is skill, the skill possessed by the great hero who goes through the test that ordinary people can never pass, and finally faces the throne of God.

Projection magic can't be done, and if you don't cross the limit of projection, you can't defeat the sea devil.

Recall, recall the techniques you used in the battle with Lancer not long ago. I recall the feeling that was engraved on my body and will be engraved in my heart from now on. Therefore –

"Projection Reload (Trigger Off)!"

There were nine in the mind, mobilizing twenty-seven magic circuits that were sleeping in the body, and hit on one attack————————

Approaching, the wind that has not yet arrived blows the red hair. The great sword raised high turned into a whirlpool of torrents. Emiya Shirou stepped forward step by step to meet the attack, and the sniper targets were set at eight places-

"The whole project is finished (Ser), yes, shoot 100 heads (Nine Lives Blade Works)!"

At a speed of sound that surpasses the speed of God, swing it down————!

The attack shattered, and in an instant, the eight slashes that were unleashed at divine speed severed all the attacking tentacles. As calculated, this wave of attacks is only to achieve its own goal, and the attacks prepared for Saber behind it are the real core.

"Ha——————ah——————!!!"

Raising the axe sword to his chest and stabbing it out, the sharp speed of the blow staggered with the huge tentacles that rolled into a ball. Without any suspense, the final blow of the Sea Devil began to crumble.

"Uh-huh!"

This shocking scene appeared before his eyes, and even the famous king of conquest was amazed. Shirou, who looked back slightly and nodded slightly, turned away, and that look was full of confidence in Saber.

On the other hand, with the collapse of the last kilometer, Caster's sea demons finally felt terrified, and the wriggling mass of flesh could do nothing but scream and intimidate the unknown light.

The time is ripe.

In response to Emiya Shirou's expectations, the Knight King poured the strength of his whole body into his wrists that clenched the hilt of his sword, and raised the sword of Huang Jin high.

The light is gathering.

As if illuminating this holy sword was his supreme task, the brilliance condensed infinitely, converging into a dazzling beam.

Under this intense and clear light, no one could say anything.

A heroic figure that once illuminated the darkness of troubled times deeper than the night.

After ten years of unyielding, after twelve battles undefeated. This feat, this glory is unparalleled, they transcend time and space, and they are immortal.

This dazzling sword is the crystallization of the glorious prayer of all the soldiers who have died on the battlefield throughout the ages.

Proud of exalting this will, and righteous in carrying out this faith, the King of Knights now sings the true name of this miracle in his hand.

Its name is called

"Excalibur !! Sword of Victory"

The light is rushing.

The light is roaring.

The magic was accelerated by the unfettered dragon factor, turning into a flash of light. The rushing stream that erupted swept up countless whirlpools, engulfing the sea demons and the night.

In the evaporating seawater in an instant, every component of the demonic troll, which was the embodiment of terror, was exposed to the scorching impact, and the sea demon let out a terrible scream.

But Caster, who was in the thick flesh fortress of the Sea Demon Hub, which had not yet burned out, just silently watched the moment of wear, as if his body and mind had been robbed of the dazzling light.

Yes, he had seen this light in the distant past.

Didn't he once chase this light as a knight?

That vivid memory transports Gilles de Ray back to the distant past.

During the long-awaited coronation of King Charles, held in the city of Ulais, a ray of light shines through the stained glass of the cathedral.

The white glow was like a blessing, gently enveloping Joan of Arc, Jill, and everyone who were present as heroes of national salvation, and everyone was immersed in the joyful melody of ArsNova.

"Ah, yes, it's this light. 」

He can still recall it vividly. Even today, when he fell into the way of ghosts and animals and did all the things that hurt heaven and reason, the memory of that day has not faded at all, and it is still deeply engraved in his heart.

Even if the ending is full of humiliation and hatred, and is spurned by thousands of people, no one can deny the glory of the past, no one can subvert it, and it is still hidden deep in his chest.

Neither the gods nor fate can take away or defile something

A line of tears crossed his cheeks, and Gilles de Ray was a little dazed.

What are you confused about, and what are you missing?

Isn't it enough to just look back and admit your mistakes?

"I, in the end, ......"

Before the whisper of the listener could be spoken, the white light took everything to another world.

—————— Dividing Line——————

Standing on a high bridge and looking at everything, Archer couldn't help but smile when he saw the light of destruction that burned everything.

"See, King of Conquest? This is the splendor of Saber. 」

Archer beckoned to the void beside him. There, Rider, who had just experienced a terrible fight, was making the sacred cow chariot stand still in the air, staring in amazement at the aurora emitted by the Sword of Contract Victory.

"Aren't you going to admit her after witnessing that light?"

Rider snorted, scoffing at Archer's question. But what was written on his face was not an insult, but a solemnity as if he were looking at something tragic.

"It is precisely because she carries the hopes of the people of the entire era that she can exert such power, and it is precisely because it is so dazzling that it is heart-wrenching. Who would have thought that the person who carried such a heavy burden was just a little girl who liked to fantasize?"

On the surface of the river as the two looked down, Saber's slender body was gasping for pain from the fierce death fight that had just ended. What a heavy weight she had carried on her young shoulders, Rider had learned through last night's Q&A. For him, who has a bright and upright personality, this way of survival is absolutely unforgivable.

"This kind of little girl is the final result of giving up the butterfly love for flowers, giving up love, and falling into the endless curse called ideal. It's heart-wrenching, I can't bear to look at it again. 」

"That's what makes her cute, isn't it?"

In contrast to the melancholy look of the King of Conquest, the golden Servant unabashedly smiled with desire.

"The overly ambitious ideals in her heart will eventually burn her to the ground. The tears she wept before she died, if you could taste them, would have been very sweet. 」

Archer let his imagination run free. Rider's eyes flashed, and he cast a hostile look at him.

"I still don't like you, the hero king of Babylon. 」

"Oh, didn't you notice it until now?"

This title made the glittering heroic spirit smile.

"What are you going to do, Rider, do you want to vent your anger with force on the spot?"

"It would be a pleasure to do that, but if it were you, I'm afraid I'd be a little overwhelmed tonight. 」

Rider confessed without a false blow, then glanced at Archer again and said contemptuously.

"Of course, if you don't want to miss the opportunity and insist on fighting me, this king is always there to accompany you. 」

"It's okay. I allow you to flee and conquer the king. If I don't defeat you in your perfect state, I will be unwilling. 」

Hearing Archer's unhurried declaration, Rider raised a mischievous frown.

"Huh? haha. That being said, it's because you didn't get hurt when you were knocked down by that?"

"Whoever provokes this king shall be punished with death."

Seeing the other party's incomprehension and humor, and his red eyes were full of murderous intent, Rider smiled and tightened the reins of the sacred cow and distanced himself from the other party.

"Next time, Hero King. The result of our duel must be the belonging of the Holy Grail. 」

The only people who are eligible to obtain the Holy Grail are the Heroic Spirits of the King level. That is, the king of conquest and the king of heroes. Presumably Rider himself is still convinced of this to this day. Iskandar smiled fearlessly, left the top of the bridge, and galloped towards the riverbank where his Master was.

"What will happen, and whether you are the only one who is eligible to receive my bestowal treasure, the king has not yet decided. Rider。 」

In his own words, Archer had another Heroic Spirit in his heart. In terms of the degree of concern, the Hero King's interest was all poured into her.

Tonight, the incomparable brilliance witnessed with one's own eyes led the original heroic soul's mind back to the distant past.

Once upon a time, there was a woman.

It was a stupid and ridiculous creature whose body was made of clay, but who was bent on being on par with the Son of God.

Her incomprehensible arrogance certainly angered the gods in heaven, and the woman was punished by the gods and lost her life.

Her devastated appearance in tears is still unforgettable for the hero king.

"Why are you crying?" the Hero King asked. Is it only now that you regret being on my side?'

"It's not like that. 』

She replied.

"Who will understand you after I am dead, and who will be with you on your journey?" 』

In this way, when he saw the woman take her last breath, the self-respecting king understood that the way of life of this woman, who was a human but wanted to surpass it, was more precious and dazzling than all the treasures he had collected.

Reach out to the fool who does not belong to the realm of men, O one in heaven and under heaven who is worthy to appreciate your ruin, and there is no one but me, Gilgamesh.

"Dazzling and illusory one, throw yourself into my arms. That's what I decided. 」

The golden glory vanished into the night mist, leaving only his laughter echoing for a long time.

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