"Rebellion against my gorgeous father!"

"The Sword of High Victory!"

The two magic swords collided together, and the infinite magic power kept destroying everything around them.

At this moment, even the night was illuminated by their attack.

At the insistence of the two.

The two attacked the center where they collided, and a pillar of light shot straight into the sky, changing the direction of the sky.

And on the periphery of the two attacks, Joan of Arc was already retreating with the lion robbery as a bystander.

After all, such an attack, even the aftermath is not something that an ordinary magician of his class can withstand.

"Ah!!h

"Ah!!h

Constantly outputting the magic power in his body, Emiya Shirou kept insisting.

To be honest, this time the wave itself seems to be a little underwhelmed.

After all, it is an A-level treasure with the bonus of the three-stroke spell, and its power has already surpassed that of the holy sword.

Fortunately, Emiya Shirou's magic is extremely abundant.

Originally, Emiya Shirou's magic power was far stronger than ordinary magic power because of the three-in-one.

In addition, as a demon man, his total magic power has been rising.

So much so that Emiya Shirou's magic is A.

But it's already close to Ex!

In terms of the total amount of mana alone, none of the participants in this Holy Grail War can compare to him.

Coupled with the high recovery that comes from his solo actions, this allowed Emiya Shirou to seize the opportunity to win.

"Don't try to overpower me!"

"You are!"

Using all their magic powers, the two who intended to suppress each other ended up equal.

The terrifying magic ran through the heavens and the earth, and it was not pressed to any side after all.

After the confrontation just now, the environment around the two of them was completely destroyed.

At this time, as the smoke around them dissipated, the two of them, who had used all their magic power, kept gasping.

They finally got tired.

"You guy, it's really not bad, you're on an equal footing with me!"

"How dare you say that! If it weren't for the spell, would you be able to fight me? ”

The tired two even spoke intermittently at this time.

After a moment of respite, Mordred, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly asked, "Father, are you really in love?" ”

"Ah, in love!"

"Yes! That's great! ”

Looking at the stars in the sky, Mordred said to herself, "My previous wish was to go back in time, to challenge the Sword of Choice, and to prove my ability to my father. ”

"But now I'm giving up!"

"It's not so much that I've given up, but that I've finally woken up. As long as I pick up what fell from the king's hand, I will probably be happy! ”

"I hate the king, not the father. It was that country, that era, that saddled the father with everything, and imposed everything on that man, just through the title of 'king'. ”

"The reason why he is forced to stand on a solitary position is entirely because he is the king."

"It's definitely not a hated existence, but it's hated, and it's also because of the identity of the king."

"All men have placed their dreams, hopes and wishes on him without understanding."

"I just hate this and want to correct it. Because fathers are not beings who should be hated. ”

The more she talked, the more agitated she became, and at last Mordred even became hysterical, but she then calmed down.

"Every time I close my eyes, I dream."

"I've always dreamed of challenging the chosen sword but couldn't."

"So, I thought there must be something missing, something necessary to become king."

"But that's not the case, it's not like that."

"It's not that there are any shortcomings, but it's completely different from my father's starting point."

"To make someone you don't know smile—for that purpose alone, my father is determined to be king."

What a ridiculous reason for that.

What a stupid reason for that.

What a sad reason for that.

That's—what an ethereal and valuable reason.

The people who served him were terrified of his lack of selfish desires, and even I thought my father was like that.

In reality, this is not the case.

It's just that the reward that my father asks for is not a reward for anyone else, but something that everyone throws away on the side of the road.

My father's concern was not for the sparkling gems, but for the humble stones that rolled down the roadside.

"Now, she has no selfish desires and has endured everything and has finally made a choice for herself."

"That's great!"

Talking to herself, Mordred finally burst out laughing.

And at this moment, a golden light flickered, and a golden long sword was inserted in front of her.

"This is!?"

"Choose the Sword of the King!"

The Sword of the King is chosen, and its real name is the Golden Sword of Victory.

It was when Artoria drew this sword that she became the king.

Mordred's original wish was to pull it out in order to prove her qualifications.

"Do you want to pull it out?"

Hearing Emiya Shirou's inquiry, Mordred was shocked.

yes, do you want to pull it out?

It's clear that your previous goal is in front of you, do you want to pull it out?

Slowly stretching out his palm, Mordred cautiously touched the sword of the Chosen King.

But just as her palm was about to touch the sword, her palm suddenly stopped.

The hand suspended in mid-air moved slightly, but it still didn't touch it.

Eventually, Mordred stopped.

Retracted his arm.

"Really, I said that I had given up this wish, why did you want to tempt me!"

Sighing helplessly, Mordred looked up at Emiya Shirou opposite and said, "Has your magic power been restored?" That's fast! ”

The blow just now, not to mention Mordred's magic power, even the magic power of the Lion Tribulation Realm is almost exhausted.

Now, just to maintain his body, it's already difficult. Not to mention fighting.

Besides, without the release of mana, you can't even break through the opponent's defense.

What else can she fight!

"You won this battle, Assassin Emiya Shirou!"

"Finish me off!"

"Was the trip still fun? Mordred. ”

"Ah, it's already a lot of fun, whether it's the meeting with the Master, or learning about my father, or the battle with you, it's all very fun."

"Really? Just have fun! ”

Gently announcing the sword of the king that was inserted on the ground, Emiya Shirou held it up in front of him.

"Let me use this sword to end you!"

"Naturally, the only one who can kill the king is the king sword!"

The golden brilliance is constantly blooming, and a little bit of golden light is drifting around.

Looking at the golden sword wave in front of him, Mordred said with a smile: "Although you always provoke me, it's still interesting to chat with you. ”

"Then we'll meet again in the future!"

"Victory over the Golden Sword!"

With a golden slash through Mordred's body, Mordred, as Saber on the red side, was the first to leave the Holy Grail battle.

Looking at the ravine in front of him, Emiya Shirou smiled and turned to leave.

He waved his hand at Joan of Arc and the Lion on the side.

Emiya Shirou walked alone in the dark night.

Suddenly, a golden flash of light burst out from behind him.

As the magic continued to flow inside and outside his body, Joan of Arc could clearly feel that Emiya Shirou's presence was constantly rising.

"What is this?"

"Is it finally LV.6?"

Sensing his state, Emiya Shirou was overjoyed.

In the past, when you upgraded, there would be no vision.

But now, as a servant, his upgrade is tantamount to the return of the spirit base.

How could there be no vision in such a situation!

And so, the golden brilliance bloomed here.

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