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Fell heavily.

Falling on the desolate ground, causing a faint cloud of smoke to drift.

Skaha, Artoria, Rin, Sakura, Ellie......

Their eyes focused on the white-haired young man who fell to the ground through the thin dust mist.

The cold face and harsh eyes of the past are gone.

He closed his eyes and was serene like a child.

The audience fell silent.

Halfway up the mountain, where the wind is dead, you can hear it clearly when the needle lands.

Everyone, quietly looking at the young man who was bleeding on the beach.

“…… Weber, Weber? ”

Rin Tosaka was a little trembling.

The good-looking eyes were blank, and she stretched out her hand in the air, her fingers spread out, as if to grab Webb.

-- Today's emotional stimulation for her should be incomparable.

At night, I arrived at my sweetheart's house, but there was no one.

Staying up all night and waiting until the early hours of the morning, waiting for a truly deadly killing machine.

At the fatal moment, the sweetheart finally returned and swept away all the crises by force.

When happiness was just growing, my sweetheart fell.

Collapsed in a pool of blood.

"Webb !!" She finally couldn't help but scream.

His eyes were tightly closed, his head was slightly lowered, and tears were condensed in the corners of his eyes.

With her hands on her head, she stumbled and nearly fell. Luckily, Saber came to her aid.

Her screams shattered the silence.

"The heavens are the glory of the Lord, and the heavens are the work of the hand of God—"

Joan of Arc's face was flat, and her tone was flat.

But the magic around her is anything but dull.

The magic of a beastly riot raged halfway up the mountainside, roaring with her words.

Joan of Arc slowly pulled out the cross sword at her waist and slashed at the palm of her hand, cutting through the skin, but she didn't care about the blood oozing out.

She just knelt down and folded her hands and closed her eyes.

It is a very beautiful posture.

No, it's too graceful posture.

"Language is conveyed by day, and knowledge is conveyed by night."

"I can't talk or speak, I can't even hear my voice."

"The light of warmth spreads all over the earth, extending to the far ends of the world."

"From the end of the heavens upwards to the ends of the heavens."

"This is where my end, this is my life, this is my life."

"My life is equal to nothing, like a shadow wandering around."

"My bow cannot be relied upon, and my sword cannot save me."

"With the only thing left, I hope to be able to guard his footsteps."

"Lord, I entrust this body to you—"

In an instant, everyone present felt a miracle. This is the ultimate magic trick that is equivalent to magic.

"Is it an inherent barrier again......?"

Feeling the tremor of the space, Cao Zheng trembled a little.

Before, Webb's inherent enchantment of the power to destroy heaven and earth had given him too much fear.

"Is there an inherent enchantment? Not ......"

The Assassin squinted his gentle eyes, and while he was stunned, he looked at the sword, the cross-shaped dagger.

And then in that moment, though only for a moment, it was as if the whole world had been rolled upside down.

His eyes widened suddenly.

"No, that's not right! That's conceptual armament. It's a special attack treasure that starts a confrontation with the crystallization of his own heart-like scenery - !! ”

Before the Assassin could speak, Cú Chulainn exclaimed.

On the Holy Cross Sword, which was held high and pointed straight to the sky, from the hilt to the body of the sword, a brilliant flower of flame ignited.

These flames were the flames that allowed Joan of Arc Dalke to unleash his life. The condemners believed that the fires were punishment for the witch, while Joan of Arc believed that the fires were the ultimate remedy.

The first and last sword for Joan of Arc Dalke.

Its name is "La Pucelle". It was a special attack treasure that was generated by the crystallization of the old scene where everyone would cry when they missed the saint.

Joan of Arc slowly stood up, elegantly holding her sword in one hand, the tip of which was pointed at the Assassin.

"'Despair is followed by hope (L'espoirvientapresdesespoir)'."

A sparkling flower flame that instantly transforms into an explosive blade (energy).

Attack Treasure.

That is the Noble Phantasm that is activated by infusing oneself with life. It's not a classification of people and soldiers, but a treasure that can be used to annihilate the enemy at the cost of one's life.

――No matter what kind of hero you are, you can only accept the fate of instant destruction in front of this treasure. Because the flame in which the Holy Maiden placed herself in it will completely burn all the saints, all the demons, and all the people who are hostile to ashes.

The dazzling flame was so beautiful.

For a moment, Skaha forgot what he was doing, and Jeanne d'Arc was left to act.

It wasn't until the dazzling Flower of Flame was almost one step away from taking shape that she could come to her senses.

Her figure flickered and appeared in front of Joan of Arc.

"Enough, don't continue, you'll die."

Skaha pressed the blade down with the hilt of his gun.

Her dark eyes stared at Joan of Arc. Staring, not squinting, as if she didn't see her general Joan of Arc.

"Dead ......?"

Joan of Arc was speaking in a slow tone.

"It's not, it's just going to another world and accompanying Webb."

Joan of Arc, who had never called Webb by his name and had always called him Master, finally spat out the word Weber.

She couldn't help but regret in her heart.

- Maybe to Webb, she's just his servant.

But for Joan of Arc -

"He's the person I cherish the most...... So what is there to be afraid of death? ”

Joan of Arc said slowly,

"When the gods ignored me, when the gods forsook me, it was he who stretched out his hand, and it was he who saved me."

"But I can't save him—"

"Then, dying with him may be a destination."

- No one knows that this Joan of Arc is not the Joan of Arc that was included in the Valhalla.

Rather, it is the Joan of Arc when he was burned at the stake, bearing boundless agony and praying to the Lord God.

Even if she was about to die, there were no gods to save her.

It would be a lie to say that he was not disappointed, but even if he died, it was indeed a little more dissatisfaction in her faith for Joan of Arc.

But if, in the moment before death, he was rescued.

There may be a 1 in 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,0

And in that desperate situation, when the Lord God could not intervene -

The saved girl's faith may have been tampered with.

"--What are you talking about?"

Looking at Joan of Arc, who was clear about her heart to death, Skaha frowned.

"You're dead, Webb will be sad."