Blood slowly flowed from between Lily and Mordred's bodies close together. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Sure enough...... Mordred......" Lily showed a look that was about to cry, but she still held back the tears that appeared due to the severe pain, and looked at Mordred, who was staring at her blankly, "You have lived up to my expectations, no matter what you become, you will be familiar to me...... An excellent knight named Mordred. ”

- Mordred's sword pierced Lily's shoulder, but it is unknown whether it was intentional or unintentional, for the Heroic Spirit, such an injury was not enough to be called a fatal wound, and could be healed by a magician who could heal afterwards.

But Mordred didn't have the slightest intention of continuing to cut, at this moment Lily was exhausted, as long as one blow, only one last blow, this fragile girl could say goodbye to the world completely.

However, Mordred, who was already completely deranged, did not do so, and the scarlet eyes under the mask stared blankly at the bloody golden sword in Lily's hand.

The sword pierced Mordred's armor.

But, not to mention fatal wounds, this sword, even Mordred's body made of magic, did not hurt.

[For...... What............] Mordred asked with difficulty, "Why...... Didn't kill me............]

"Then why didn't you do it? Mordred ...... "The girl named [Artoria] did not immediately respond to Mordred's inquiry, but instead asked the knight, who had lost his reason.

[I ........................] Mordred choked suddenly, and for a moment did not know how to answer.

She knew that she could kill the girl once again by slashing the sword that had been stabbed into the girl's shoulder diagonally downward.

But she didn't do it, or rather, she couldn't, and a voice lurking deep inside her was constantly stimulating her brain—even if she died, she would never kill this knight, the girl who existed as her father!

"Uh-huh――――――!"

Mordred covered her head in pain, and the heavy sword jerked out of Lily's body with her movements, bringing up a large amount of blood, which made Lily, the girl who was already holding on, almost cry out because of the sudden pain.

But the dignity and will that supported her from the depths of her soul made her endure the pain, and she just slowly knelt on the ground.

[―――――― next ......] Mordred took a few steps back, her voice seemed to tremble from choking, "The final battle, I...... Must, must...... Kill you with your own hands, Father! 】

Mordred's body instantly turned into black muddy water and disappeared into the witch's barrier, as if to escape from this stubborn little white flower that grew in the mire and wasteland, and fled from her in despair.

"Well, yes...... Artoria wiped the tears from her eyes and muttered in a low voice as she looked at where Mordred had disappeared, "next time, I will definitely not back down again, make a ...... Final stop, Mordred! ”

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Yue Chen, Joan of Arc, and Archer are in trouble on their way to their destination.

"Oh! Holy Maiden! The contemptible people are waiting for you, even the gods are blasphemous for you, even the glory is given up for you, and finally I am looking forward to seeing you again! ”

Bluebeard, dressed in a wide black wizard's robe, with a thin face and a strange tone, appeared in front of the three of them and bowed gracefully to Joan of Arc.

"Bluebeard......" Archer had a strange expression on his face, he had heard about this man from Joan of Arc since he was a child, and he had to say that even when he was already in danger, he still chose to save Joan of Arc, which he admired the most, and it was because of this spirit that Archer did find it difficult to do.

"What are you going to do? Alter。 Archer turned his head and looked at Joan of Arc standing behind Yue Chen, and couldn't help but ask.

Joan of Arc fell silent, and a look of sadness flashed in Bluebeard's eyes—she knew that although standing in front of her was indeed the face of the man she was familiar with, ...... Inside, I'm afraid it has already degenerated into a real murderer.

Blasphemy for the sake of blasphemy.

Murderous for the sake of desire.

Slaughter for the sake of blood.

The man in front of him was already full of such an aura.

"So come with me, Joan of Arc? Let's go hand in hand! You are a vengeful witch who has been abandoned by God and reviled by the world; As for Bluebeard, who spreads legends of terror and murder to the world, let us launch the most sacred and ugliest blasphemy against the gods.

Stand behind [the Adult]! Truly gain the right to freely speak blasphemous words and act blasphemously in front of the gods! Joan of Arc! Isn't that the ultimate goal that you and I are looking forward to!! ”

"Yes...... Is that so? Joan of Arc's eyes couldn't help but tremble, "I see...... Be...... What about this......"

The little head hung down in frustration, and little Joan of Arc seemed to look at her toes with some sadness, and whispered a little overwhelmed: "Yes, I'm ...... Always just a witch...... Forever and forever...... They all walk under vengeance...... Hated, hated, feared, and cursed......"

"Joan of Arc......" Yue Chen looked at the girl's back and asked slowly.

"No matter how hard you try...... Perhaps, I can't win the praise of others anymore...... No matter what I can do with my efforts, Alter Joan of Arc has been born as a mirror of [me] from the source...... It's not worth being loved or praised by others at all......"

"That's right! Joan of Arc, you're very smart, not bad! In any case, all our anti-heroic spirits can bring is despair and fear, hope and laughter are the sad truths that we can bring about in despair! ”

"So, come and join me! Joan of Arc! Together, as an avenger, issue a final extermination order against those who have betrayed you, and against those who have cursed you! ”

.................. looked at Bluebeard's withered arm reaching out to him, Joan of Arc hesitated and slowly raised her hand.

"Really...... Saying that you don't have the right to be liked by others or something, it's a bit too early to save yourself, Joan of Arc. ”

At this moment, Yue Chen's hand slowly put on Xiao Zhende's head, and the young man, who had been silent at the beginning, looked at the little girl and spoke.