Once upon a time, there was a hero. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info A hero who slays dragons.

He was a prince of the Netherlands. Brave and noble, everyone praises its majesty and praises its glory.

Men are scrambling to join him, and women are pinning their loyal love on him.

And the heroes responded to their expectations.

Heroes rarely rest and simply blindly pursue battles. No, it was not he who pursued the battle, but the struggle that refused to let go of him and his mighty power.

He has the famous sword [Barumk] that he received from the Nibelungen. He was covered in the blood of Fabnir, the dragon who had slayer evil, and he had the flesh of steel.

He has an invincible sword and an invincible body. Therefore, it is only natural to be chased by numerous battles. He lived his life without stain and had a brilliant life.

However, he was too perfect as a hero - to the point of going too far. He responds to every request. If you kneel before him and beg, he will surely hold the hands that ask for help. If anyone asks him to destroy the dragon, he will go to the fire. If anyone wants him to throw the peerless Mei into his arms, he will rack his brains to try to make it happen. He never thinks about good or evil...... It's like a wish machine. He always thought that just doing it would do.

For him, good and evil are, after all, only a matter of position.

Live as a hero, die as a hero. He didn't regret it in the slightest, but even so, he thought so—

If there is a second life, can I pursue my true ideals?

It's not to fight for others, it's not to be praised by others, it's just to admit yourself, to take up this sword and fight, for what you believe.

I want to be the embodiment of justice.

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"Wait......!"

Joan of Arc's cries went unanswered, and the figure of the comer quickly disappeared into thin air.

She poured holy water on the holy water as she had done before to confirm the Servant's location. This time, Caster's position was obvious, and it looked like the other party was deliberately trying to lure her - come on, use the Command Spell, or catch up and kill me...... The other party was giving her a wordless challenge.

"Uh-huh......!"

Joan of Arc glanced at Zigger, who said with a worried face, "...... Be careful, even I can see that this guy is dangerous. ”

"Understood."

Joan of Arc nodded, sensing Caster's position getting farther and farther away from her, and she sped up even further.

A sense of anxiety that made her teeth rattle drove her forward as fast as she could, and the chill began to swell in her heart as soon as she saw the Heroic Spirit.

…… She's gone.

That's all right, she has her own purpose, and she must not hinder her—Zigger, who saw Joan of Arc's back, first comforted his restless and lost heart.

He took a deep breath - still a little scared. Even if he looks like an adult who can tell right from wrong, he is actually very young. If it is a real big hero, Siegfried has the qualifications, but [Zieg] does not have the courage to face Caster directly.

At that time, just being stared at by him, there was an icy cold feeling passing through his neck. The survival instinct tells itself that if you don't go far from him, you'll die. In Zigger's opinion, Joan of Arc is very strong, and she has the [special powers] to manage the Holy Grail War, but can you defeat that guy?

It was a mistake to separate from her, and I shouldn't have left her alone to face such an enemy.

I believe in Joan of Arc, and now I turn around and leave, and I can live a life that I don't have anything to do with things like [magic] every day.

However, if Joan of Arc died at the hands of that man, they would haunt and linger in his mind when he was eating, bathing, or lying in bed. My heart will not come out of the Holy Grail War, for the ordinary days of peace that lie ahead are even more unreal and unusual for me now.

Compared to the smooth dream-like everyday world, there is something more important to me. I want to meet Jeanne d'Arc, I want to repay her kindness, I want to stop the Heroic Spirit.

Or it wouldn't be useful at all, and Joan of Arc wouldn't want to do it himself, which he understands. But -- he chose to do it anyway.

Just turning a blind eye to the existence of this Heroic Spirit? Knowing that the evil people who want to destroy the world with the power of the Holy Grail are secretly ready to move, knowing that their benefactor is going to stand up and fight evil, but he wants to pretend not to know and live his own life?

How could it be done.

What is the difference between knowing that there is evil but turning a blind eye to it, and being in the same stream of evil?

Ziegy unconsciously looked at his left hand and fell into thought.

On the back of the left hand, there are three patterns on the back. Very different from the so-called spell, the pattern on the back of Ziggy's fair left hand is black, giving people a creepy feeling.

There is a huge amount of magic in the spell, and it is a law that can turn everything around. This is where the true value of Ziggy lies, the miracle brought about by the dragon blood of the evil dragon Fafnir.

It can make him a miracle thing that can completely become the legendary hero, Siegfried the Dragon Slayer. If it were a true hero, Siegfried who could defeat the evil dragon, he must be able to defeat that Caster, right?

However, even miraculous objects that are close to magic can only last for a very short time. To be specific, one hundred and eighty seconds, which is the limit of how much a spell can sustain the reappearance of the Heroic Spirit. Once this time has passed, Siegfried will turn back into Sieg.

That would be enough, even if it was only for three minutes, as long as the body could help him, as long as the body could be the force that saved them-

He didn't hesitate at all. As long as you can get what you seek, whether it is ruin, decay or a miserable death, you are willing to accept it.

He didn't hesitate at all. As long as you can get what you seek, whether it is ruin, decay or a miserable death, you are willing to accept it.

-- The boy who named himself Ziggy made up his mind for the first time in his life and took a step forward.