The contest seems to have been decided, and it looks like Mordred has won against Matthew, but it is not.

It's just that she used her magic power to temporarily suppress Matthew, and failed to give the other party a crucial blow, and the existence of the big shield made it impossible for her to do this.

Such frequent and high-intensity mana releases not only put great pressure on the physical body, but also consume a lot of mana.

If it continues like this, Mordred will not be able to hold it out first.

And Matthew, despite not having the blessing of the Holy Grail, is still terrifying in her own right, and she has also re-contracted with Orion to get a magic replenishment.

Mordred, on the other hand, had her magic powered by the grail fragment in her body, the deteriorated grail of Medea.

It itself is an incomplete existence, and the magic power it can provide to the Heroic Spirit is limited, although it can achieve pseudo-infinity, but the magic power that can be provided at one time is actually not much.

It wears out a cent for each serving of mana, and with Mordred's high mana consumption, it wears out so quickly that it can no longer provide mana.

“……！”

Feeling the power from above weakening, Matthew leaped from the ground, and Mordred tried to continue to suppress her, but the soreness of her flesh and the lack of magic all came up for a while.

Touch!

Mordred, who was flying out of the top, fell to the ground after flying dozens of meters in the air.

"Damn it!"

Mordred wanted to keep on his feet, using all the strength he had left.

She blushed and desperately tried to stand up, because she promised her father that she would not let her down.

So, how can it just fall here?

As Mordred struggled, a loud bang reached her ears as a violent shockwave spread.

Looking up ahead, a crimson magic burst out, like a large bowl upside down on the ground.

At the same time, she also realized that she was too close to this flashpoint.

Just as she was thinking this, a man rushed over and picked her up and put her on her shoulder.

"Hey, you're ......"

Before Mordred could finish speaking, the man ran towards the distance and safety without looking back.

While running all the way, bursts of strong shock waves continued to come, making the uneven ground, which was already uneven due to successive battles, even more difficult to walk.

The constant bumps up and down, Mordred's stomach was very uncomfortable.

When he arrived at his destination, Rika Fujimaru had just put Mordred down when he saw the other party's pale face.

Seeing her suddenly change like this, Fujimaru Rika was so frightened that she hurriedly asked, "Miss Mordred, what's wrong with you?" ”

"I ......"

Mordred grimaced, gesturing to where her stomach was.

Seeing her point like this, Rika Fujimaru understood what was going on after thinking about it carefully.

"Haha......"

She smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry......"

Seeing that the other party sincerely apologized, Mordred did not intend to hold on to this matter again, she pointed to the Abbif Mountain that flew in the sky at some point and said, "You are here to support us, right?" ”

"That's right, Mr. Tristan, Mr. Hercules, Mr. Cúchulainn, and I have come to our aid."

"Actually, Illya originally planned to come to support, but was stopped by Hercules."

"Illya? Who's that? I don't know. ”

Mordred scratched her head and said, "But with the three of them, I'm relieved, at least that Tristan is quite reliable." ”

After speaking, she fell directly backwards, and lay on the ground with the word "big" regardless of her image.

"I'm exhausted."

"Well, since you're all right, Miss Mordred, I'm going to fight."

"That, wait!"

“？”

Rika Fujimaru turned her head suspiciously.

"Mordred, is there anything else you can do?"

"That...... What's your real name. ”

Mordred hesitated and asked her own question.

"Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?"

"Because I think you have a deep connection with the man who took the shield. Moreover, you have a very weak spiritual base reaction, you should be a mimic servant. ”

Rika Fujimaru was silent, she didn't answer Mordred's question right away.

After a long time, she left a sentence and walked into the distance.

"My name is Rika Fujimaru, an average and mediocre ordinary person."

Time goes back to when Emiya Shirou was just separated from Artoria and the others.

Weaving from one temple to another, in a corner, Emiya Shirou found the dying Machiri.

When he was found, his entire left leg was gone, and his arms, shoulders, torso, and right leg were covered in piercing wounds.

Around him, golden particles were constantly emerging.

Sensing that someone was coming, Maqiri opened her tired eyes.

"It's you, Emiya Shirou."

Emiya Shirou came to his side and crouched down.

"It's so badly injured, even the spell can't save you?"

"Well, this spirit base has been damaged to the limit, and there is no way to repair it."

"Well, then, let's say goodbye here."

"It's goodbye, but I have two last gifts for you before they dissipate."

"What gift?"

"Reach out."

Emiya Shirou held out his right hand.

With the last of his strength, Machiri squeezed Emiya Shirou's hand.

After taking two breaths, he said, "I created the spell before I was born. ”

"After my death, this feat was sublimated into my treasure, and with the power of magic, I could quickly and unlimitedly make spells."

"But that's not what it's used for."

After saying that, Maqiri hesitated for a moment, and then changed his words.

"No, perhaps."

"However, the spell created when this treasure is liberated from its true name can unconditionally give an order to an existence that has the concept of demonization, and he will never be able to resist it."

"It's just that the activation of this treasure needs to burn all my spiritual base."

"But, now that this spirit is almost about to dissipate, so at the end of the day, I'll give you this spell."

"This spiritual base is very broken, and the spell he made may not be able to exert his full effect, but if you use it to order yourself."

"Then, even if it's a miracle, it should be able to do it."

After saying so many words in one breath, Marchiri closed her eyes as if she had used all her strength as she thought.

When he opened his eyes again, the exhaustion in his eyes was beyond words.

"There's another gift, the Holy Grail."

"Holy Grail!?"

"Yes, I, Machiri Zorgen, am a magician of the Demon God Pillar lineage, and I am deeply trusted by the Demon God Pillars, so I can get a Holy Grail from them."

"Now I'll pass it on to you too."

"Take my spell and this chalice and protect Sakura."

Hearing Sakura's name, Emiya Shirou was silent for a while, and then said to Machiri with extremely confident words: "Don't worry, I will definitely protect Sakura." ”

"No matter what the cost, no matter how many hardships you have to cross, no matter how desperate the enemy you have to face."

"I'm going to protect her, even if it's going to burn her."

Receiving the assurance of Emiya Shirou, Maqiri smiled.

He was smiling happily, the only time in hundreds of years that he had laughed so happily.

"Then please, take it."

"Order curse/Grand Shackles."

In a burst of golden light, March left with a smile on his face.

All that was left was a pale golden spell, and a chalice.