The night is getting darker.

The floating courtyard is dotted with small springs, and Karna has always been accustomed to bathing in such places.

There is no need for the Servant to do this, but it is still difficult to break the habits of the Servant.

Looking at the incredible phenomenon of water flowing from below to upwards, Karna silently cleansed his body.

The man named Karna, in contrast to his luxurious armor and colorful guns, preferred a simple life.

Originally, armor and guns were not what he wanted. The armor was obtained by the mother who pleaded with the gods, and the gun was given as a substitute for the armor.

He is very grateful for it and considers it a great honor.

The reason why he was abandoned by his mother was able to survive was entirely thanks to the strength given by his father and the set of armor given by his mother.

It is necessary to survive without tarnishing the prestige of his father.

This pointer has not changed even now that I have a second life.

As a servant, he naturally had to obey the orders of the master, and Karna resolutely refused to tarnish his father's prestige.

But if the Master has been controlled since before the summoning, then it is no longer a question of how he acts.

The Lord is dreaming with empty eyes. Dialogue cannot be established, and communication of will is impossible. It's just that from the dream words he keeps repeating, it can be known that he mistakenly thinks that he has obtained the Holy Grail.

Knowing this is enough. I want to get the Holy Grail and fulfill the Master's wish......

Of course, he knew very well that this was an extremely difficult thing to do.

I'm afraid I won't be able to get to that point at all. Although the Holy Grail is close at hand, it is not a situation that can be taken away so easily, and more importantly, his master has now been changed to Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, who currently owns the Holy Grail.

Although I have no dissenting intentions, this is a fact that cannot be disobeyed.

It's really helpless.

However, such a situation is also commonplace for the "hero of giving" Karna. He will not resent the previous master, nor will he hate the current master.

Do what you can within your means.

Give as much as you can what you are asking for.

Then take seriously the full consequences of doing so.

- No, not all.

Karna remembered what he had been pursuing so far.

In this world, there is only one hero who constantly disturbs Karna's heart.

His name is Arjuna, and he is a man who has various different names such as "Shining Crown", "Victor", and "Rich Man", and is favored by everyone.

The man who took everything from Karna in exchange for armor and guns.

It can be said that Arjuna is a man who got everything without paying any price.

Was Karna's affection for Arjuna jealousy, or was it something other than jealousy?

Karna didn't figure this out until he died. For he had never been jealous of any being, and it was impossible to name the feelings that had been disturbing his heart.

At the beginning of this Holy Grail War, he also had a chance to understand this feeling.

Saber of the Black - There seems to be Arjuna's face in him. It was only later when he heard his real name from Shirou that it dawned on Karna.

The tragic hero who inherited the blood of the royal family, got wealth and fame and everything else - Siegfried.

But unlike Arjuna, his end was extremely tragic - he didn't even have time to wield the dragon-slaying sword, and was sniped at the only weakness of his invincible body and died.

For the various Heroes who participated in this Holy Grail War, Karna believed that they were all rare beings. As one's own people, it is a report that should help each other, and as an enemy, it is a rare strong person. In this sense, Karna can be said to "know" more about the existence of the Heroic Spirits than anyone else.

However, the only one that interested him was the Black Saber.

Even if they don't exchange many conversations with each other, if each other's blades have already intersected hundreds or thousands of times, they will naturally be able to comprehend something.

Even though it's a very similar existence to Arjuna, it's a man who has been craving something.

A man who has no regrets about the fact that he died.,But a man who is pursuing something new.。

In anyone's eyes, he is also a veritable and true hero.

It was like that, he wanted to fight with him again, and saw himself as an enemy that he had to defeat. As a warrior, this is arguably the highest honor and at the same time a joy.

For Karna, joy can only be encountered on the battlefield.

Although I am grateful for all kinds of kind and warm dialogues, there is a long way to go from "selfish desires". There is no desire of its own, nor does it let its blood boil with joy.

Only on the battlefield. The brief moment of concentrating his existence on the gun, liberating himself from his own origins and the intentions of the people in his own camp, and letting his "true self" gallop freely without any worries, will make his blood truly surging.

That battle, that appointment.

The sparks of swords, guns, and halberds are like twinkling stars. Fight back against yourself without any effort, and at the same time urge yourself to do your best.

It's a bit of a shame, but it's really enough to make me feel that my life is for the joy of that moment.

In the near future, I will re-experience this feeling, and I hope that this time I can recognize it for what it really is.

The atmosphere in the air has changed, and it is a sign of the coming storm.

"Are you coming?"

Karna walked out of the pool, silently put on his golden armor, picked up his spear, and rushed to the battlefield of fate.

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Almost at the same time, Semiramis opened his eyes on the throne.

"Hmm. ”

"Something to be expected, just don't know how they're going to approach. ”

Shirou, who was wiping the knife, looked up, and Semiramis then activated the technique, projecting the outside world onto the ceiling.

"This, this is- oops, oops, such a big scene. ”

"Flying puppets, in just a few days, they have created so many ...... I kind of understand why you want the Black Caster to surrender. ”

Don't blame Shirou, Semiramis sighed like this, it's really that the number of bird-shaped puppets is so staggering that it almost covers the entire picture. Under the cover of these puppets, the two had no idea where the enemy servants were hiding.

"Hmph, are you going to win by numbers? I can do this, and I will praise you first, but—such a small trick is not enough to get close to my garden. ”

Slender finger knitting technique, open and close the mouth to spit out instructions.

"The defense function is activated, the counter-attack technique is launched, and the 'Tiamtum Umu' is activated! ”

The hostess of the garden looked at her lord with her head held high, as if to show off, and the latter looked back at her with a little surprise.

“……”

"Master, what's wrong?"

"Something seems to be different about you, has something happened?"

"No, no, nothing happened. ”

A hint of panic flashed in Semiramis's eyes.

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Yes, yes, master, do you want your 'Shadow Servant' to fight with me? Now that you're ready, it's time to come out and say hello. ”

"Yes, let the Shadow Archer and the Shadow Caster attack, I'll arrange it. The shadow servant is good at everything, but his brain is not good, and it is a little difficult to command. ”

Shirou threw away the white cloth in his hand, thrust the sword back into its sheath, and walked quickly out of the king's room.

After confirming that he was leaving, the empress on the throne quietly exhaled and concentrated on operating the Attack Technique.

This scene was accidentally seen by someone sitting in the corner, which stimulated a new desire to create.

"The Empress of Assyria would have such an expression, it seems that a story has been added - well, well, you have to be careful not to be discovered. We must not die until we finish the story. ”

Shakespeare is undoubtedly the most well-known playwright in the world. The stories he writes can even be sublimated into a treasure, no matter how ridiculous and fanciful the story may be. What can't be done is only the uninteresting thing, as long as the writer thinks it's interesting, his pen can move things forward and reverse cause and effect.

With intense enthusiasm, he silently typed a line on the keyboard.

- The empress has fallen in love, but what about the saint who has the opposite trajectory of life but has never experienced the taste of love?