The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　"Save all mankind?"

　"Yes."

　Amakusa Shiro Tokisada looked directly into Atalanta's eyes without fear, and the two looked at each other in silence for a while.

　Atalanta kept frowning, while Amakusa Shiro Tokisada was the complete opposite, with a gentle smile on his face, as if he had guessed Atalanta's thoughts.

　"Lancer, where are you?"

　Karna slowly turned around and looked at everyone.

　"It was one of those masters who summoned me. I just need to continue to wield this gun with all my might."

　"Do you mean to continue serving your original Master?"

　Semiramis's eyes became sharp, and the spike in her hand was aimed at Karna who was holding the Immortal Blade tightly.

　"What a surprise, the hero of charity."

　"That is my wish, the reward for being summoned."

　Karna held the gun in silence for a moment, then put down the Immortal Blade in his hand.

　"But standing with you is just the right thing for my own wishes."

　"desire?"

　"I see. Are we going to fight the android who replaced Saber on the Black side again?"

　Amakusa Shirou Tokisada said this with an expression that said, "As I expected."

　"Yes, if I can achieve that, I will burn with all my heart and soul those who seek to take the Holy Grail."

　"I understand. I promise you, if that android comes to this hanging garden, I will definitely let her come to your side."

　Karna nodded.

　"By the way, I want to remind you that when you make too many promises, they start to seem like random words."

　"Oh my, that's a really unique way of putting it..."

　Amakusa Shiro Tokisada still faced everyone with a smile.

　"Please everyone rest today. Tomorrow will be the final day of the Holy Grail War."

　Karna sheathed the Indestructible Blade and slowly transformed into a spirit particle before disappearing. Achilles brushed his hair and left the room.

　Only Atalanta stood there quietly, seemingly thinking about something.

　-

　List of relatives:

　Valrhona Siegfried Directions at a Glance:

　Father: Siegfried

　Mother: Kriemhild

　Stepfather: Attila

　Albion Directions at a Glance:

　Sister: Melusine

　Brother: Percival

　Overview of artificial human direction:

　Cousin: Duer

　Sister: Elutia

　Unknown: Illya, Irisviel, Yusatis

　Embark on a Pilgrimage: Twenty-Six: The Morning of the End

　"So, those floating boards are the key to the Red Assassin's attack on the Sky Garden."

　Sieg rubbed his smooth white chin with one hand, looking at the information sent back by the androids that the black side had released long before the war.

　Chiron nodded and continued explaining to everyone, following Sieg's words.

　"Yes, according to the current intelligence, the enemy can use these to launch long-range magic bombardments, defense, and generate some other magic."

　Although everyone should basically know this, Chiron still explained it again out of caution.

　"To sum up, we can't just sit and wait for death. When there's such a huge gap in combat power, sitting and waiting for death will only make us more passive."

　"Ah, so that means we can charge in all at once and seize the initiative?"

　"Having said that..."

　Lion Jie Jie Li sat on the chair, his eyes behind the sunglasses looking sharply at the information provided by the black side.

　"But how are we going to charge in? We only have that one guy over there who can charge through the air. And they also have Archer who can unleash a large-scale offensive Noble Phantasm, right?"

　"Please don't worry about this."

　Fiore sat in the wheelchair and swiped her fingers lightly, but the magic screen in front of her did not change at all.

　Because she had transplanted the magic seal and circuits before, she is no longer

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　He is a magician now, so things that he could do with just a wave of his hand before are now complete nonsense.

　"Leave it to me."

　Colles walked forward and took over his sister Fiore's job. He imitated Fiore's movements and lightly swiped his fingers in the air. Suddenly, an airport appeared on the magic screen. Eight large passenger planes were quietly placed in the hangar, and there was also a fighter jet for performance.

　"This is?"

　Mordred narrowed his eyes, put down his feet that were on the table, and stared at the performance machine intently.

　"We rented the entire airport and their aircraft for the first step of this attack - a feint."

　Joan of Arc's eyes were wide open, full of disbelief and awareness of her own poverty.

　"All of them?"

　"Yes."

　Fiore chuckled and nodded.

　"After all, aren't the rules of the Holy Grail War meant to be kept secret? So I just took it all in. This also prevents anyone from seeing it and causing any trouble."

　"That's true..."

　Joan of Arc echoed a few words and then was once again shocked by the power of money.

　"Let's get to the point. What should we do?"

　Modred bumped his fists and looked at Fiore in the wheelchair.

　"Saber, the red team, this performance fighter is in your hands and your Master. You are responsible for finding the right moment to break into the Hanging Garden. Your target is the enemy's assassin."

　Modred's lips curled up slightly to reveal a satisfied smile. She had been unhappy with the black old woman for a long time and was worried that she couldn't find a chance to kill her.

　"No problem, I'll cover it!"

　"Next is Sieg."

　Sieg nodded, his crimson dragon eyes looking straight at Karna.

　"The red team's lancer?"

　"Exactly. Sieg, Archer, and Ruler will first launch a feint attack on a passenger plane. When they reach a certain distance, a passenger plane loaded with explosives and smoke bombs will explode, releasing a cloud of smoke."

　Zieg looked at the somewhat crude demonstration animation on the screen and nodded, his expression remaining calm.

　"Take advantage of the smoke to destroy the float, then let the red Saber take advantage of the opportunity to break in, and then fight the red Lancer. That's roughly the process, right?"

　Chiron clapped his hands, a pleased smile on his face.

　He could only say that among all his students, as of now, only Sieg was the least ostentatious and most stable one.

　"That's generally true, but plans can't always keep up with changes. The specific details will have to be decided by you all on a case-by-case basis."

　Chiron touched Sieg's head, then turned to look at Jeanne.

　"Ruler and I will be responsible for guarding the passenger plane. If the red team's rider attacks, I will be responsible for resisting. Ruler needs to continue to break through and face the enemy archer's blockade."

　"Then there's only one last question left."

　They looked at each other for a few seconds and then asked the key question at the same time: the red team's caster.

　The enemy hadn't revealed a single facet since the start of the battle, and no one knew who the Red Team's caster was or what their combat capabilities were. Even though they had previously broken into the garden, they hadn't seen anything related to the caster along the way.

　"That's part of the improvisation I mentioned earlier. We've still found nothing about the Red Team's caster. If you spot anything suspicious, you must immediately notify your allies. Do you understand?"

　Everyone nodded, and then the conference room returned to silence again, with everyone thinking quietly with different ideas.

　Jeanne also took advantage of this moment to transfer one of her Command Seals to Corless, and red light filled the dim conference room.

　"It's 8pm now, and the action plan starts at 5am tomorrow. If you don't have anything else to do, go get ready and rest."

　Because no matter what, tomorrow will be the end.

　-

　Returning to his room, Colles clutched his right arm tightly, hoping to alleviate the constant pain coming from the magic circuit in his right arm.

　"You're being too cool..."

　Cold sweat slid down his forehead. Colles struggled to reach out for the magic elixir on the bedside table, hoping to suppress the pain of rejection.

　Just as his fingers were about to touch the bottle, a petal floated in from the window on the wind and landed on the Command Seal.

　In an instant, all the pain disappeared as if the pause button was pressed.

　Colles withdrew his arm, raised his upper body slightly, and pinched the petals between his fingers.

　Scenes from the past came before my eyes.

　"berserker...I will see it through to the end...no matter what happens, the same goes for Sieg, right?"

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　"Oh! Is it finally starting?! Emperor or hero?

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　, a feat many have attempted but none have succeeded in. "

　Shakespeare spread his arms, looked at the Holy Grail wrapped in layers in front of him with a somewhat crazy expression, and couldn't help but speak out his inner thoughts.

　"Yes, it's about to start, but there's still one thing to prepare."

　Amakusa Shiro Tokisada gave Shakespeare an intriguing smile, and the latter suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart.

　Wings composed of fourteen Command Seals appeared in front of Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, and one of the wings began to become more dazzling than the other Command Seals.

　"I know your joy is genuine, but you must want to write not only about joy but also about tragedy, so this is also necessary."

　The red wings moved forward and then turned into chains that tightly bound Shakespeare.

　"I order you with the Command Spell not to write any tragedy involving me!"

　"Uh-huh-"

　Shakespeare was bound to his knees.

　"This is too much! It's too cruel! It's really too cruel!"

　Amakusa Shiro Tokisada ignored Shakespeare's shouts and slowly walked up to him.

　"But, it's true, right?"

　A drop of cold sweat ran down Shakespeare's cheek, wetting his temples.

　"Indeed, even if I don't want to write, the pen will slip uncontrollably and my hand will start moving inexplicably. In this line of work, I never know what I'll do... This is what a writer is..."

　The chains tightened more and more, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard quietly. The pain made Shakespeare's expression gradually distorted.

　"I understand! I accept it!"

　The second after he shouted this, the chains on his body disappeared, leaving him gasping for breath in the spot.