The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　"Then you can play with her for a while..."

　Sieg pondered for a moment and then handed the strange creature in his hand to Atalanta.

　"Sorry, we are enemies, so we can't let you go out. Without the magic supply, you will soon disappear. Before that, play with this little guy first."

　After patting the strange creature on the head, Sieg turned and walked away.

　The rings in the sky had long since disappeared. Some fantasy species, sensing a new presence, came over and sat in a circle around Atalanta.

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　"A gentle child..."

　Atalanta took it and sat down on the lawn, gently stroking the head of the strange creature in front of her.

　The other fantasy species around looked at Atalanta's ears, then sniffed her scent hard, and began to slowly move closer, looking at the two of them curiously.

　"The moment I attacked the child, I fell and lost the honor of being a hero..."

　But as a wild beast, there will still be a group willing to accept me, right?

　A black aura enveloped Atalanta.

　"Fuwu?"

　"Ah, it's okay. At least let me follow that child's wishes, put aside all my worries and leave..."

　-

　Sieg retracted his dragon form and turned into a ray of lake light, rushing straight forward. No matter whether it was magic or a wall in front of him, it would be shattered by the Balmung in his hand.

　The moment she came out, Jeanne was contacted by the communication line. The location of the remaining masters of the Red side had been confirmed. They were all in the same room and were not in danger of death.

　Then came the most important one, the Holy Grail had been activated, and Amakusa Shiro Tokisada seemed to have fulfilled his wish.

　Then Mordred, his master, and Semiramis died together. After Chiron's soul core was pierced, he activated his Noble Phantasm and took Achilles away.

　"Is caster the only one left now?"

　"yes..."

　Jeanne stood not far from the Greater Holy Grail, looking at Shakespeare holding a book and Amakusa Shiro smiling beside her as she answered.

　"I'll be there soon, wait until I get there before you do anything!"

　As Sieg spoke, his eyes fixed, and the hilt of the Balmung sword in his hand twisted slightly. The moment the sword flashed, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada spoke:

　"Command with a single stroke of the Command Seal to release the Noble Phantasm, Caster."

　Shakespeare clapped his hands and bowed deeply to Joan of Arc.

　"Shakespeare..."

　Joan of Arc frowned slightly, and her amethyst-like pupils looked at the writer in front of her with complicated eyes.

　"The show is about to begin, please be prepared..."

　Shakespeare opened the book and a strange smile appeared on his face.

　"Come on! It's open! Take your seats! No smoking! No taking photos! The whole world is my stage!"

　The space around him was still spinning wildly. The ground, ceiling, lights... everything seemed to be thrown into a vortex and was constantly being stirred into strange colors.

　"The show is about to begin. Let's give a thunderous applause!"

　"Boom (first folio)!"

　A torrent of blue-green magic pierced through the wall with explosions and debris. Sieg instantly came to Shakespeare's side, and a noisy sound came from the sword.

　"All chains are broken. Aroundight overload!"

　Sieg's attack missed, and the destructive power at the military level was compressed into a single individual. The destructive power can be imagined. The theater that had just been summoned by Shakespeare was immediately smashed to pieces by Sieg.

　"Our theater doesn't require the audience to go on stage on their own! Please take a seat!"

　"Varied--"

　Zigg felt a flash before his eyes, and he was tied to a chair.

　"..."

　The magic power in his body shook, and the rope broke with a sound. But Shakespeare had already disappeared, and only a scene that looked like a country road remained.

　Sieg retreated to Joan of Arc's side and was about to ask about the situation when he found that Joan of Arc had completely changed into the clothes of a peasant girl without knowing when.

　"?" Sieg slapped Jeanne's fair cheek without hesitation. Then, everything returned to reality, and they were instantly transported to a blood-stained place.

　It doesn’t matter. Jeanne’s injury has nothing to do with Leticia. The servant will recover soon.

　With this mentality, Sieg successfully slapped Joan of Arc, who was almost trapped, to wake her up.

　It’s just that red slap mark that’s a bit distracting.

　"Joan of Arc!"

　A discordant male voice suddenly called out to Joan of Arc who had just woken up.

　"Jill..."

　No, it's not an illusion, this man is real now. Although I don't know why he is so fragile, the man in front of me now appears as a Servant-like existence.

　"do you know?"

　Sieg raised Balmung and aimed it at the man Jeanne called Gil.

　Joan of Arc nodded with a complicated expression.

　"What a chance encounter! How did you get here?"

　Gilles de Rais asked Joan of Arc with a smile, holding something wrapped in coarse cloth in his arms, as if he was greeting an old friend.

　"Enough! How long are you going to pester me with these fake beings? You should know that this is useless..."

　The surging magic power gathered in Jeanne's hands.

　"No, no, you are mistaken, Saint of France, he is not an imposter! He is the real Gilles de Rais!

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　"

　Shakespeare's voice came from nowhere.

　"Here we are in response to the call."

　Gilles de Rais bowed slightly to Joan of Arc.

　"Servant?"

　Gilles de Rais nodded, then lifted the coarse cloth, revealing the items he had been carrying.

　That's Zig's head.

　"Compared to that, please see, this is the best material I never managed to collect in my lifetime!"

　The atmosphere suddenly fell into a deathly silence. Joan of Arc grabbed Sieg's arm tightly, with such force that it hurt Sieg a little.

　"Leave it to me..."

　Joan of Arc practically gritted her teeth as she uttered these three words. Seeing Joan of Arc, who seemed about to explode with rage, Sieg nodded. However, Balmung in his hand was still ready to chop off Gilles de Rais's head in an instant.

　"I'm very confused. You, who can receive revelations, should treat all lives equally. Why is she the only exception?"

　Dove (one) thing seven things six seven (four) Lin "..."

　Joan of Arc remained silent, the anger in her heart growing all the time.

　Gilles de Rais seemed unaware of Joan of Arc's anger and continued to mutter to himself and provoke Joan of Arc in her minefield.

　"This is love! It's the strong feelings you have for this girl!"

　"No, you said it wrong."

　Joan of Arc slowly raised her head, her eyes filled with determination.

　"I don't have the right to love someone as a person, but Jeanne d'Arc does. Joan of Arc is Joan of Arc, and D'Arc is D'Arc. It's different."

　"Ruler?"

　Joan of Arc raised the banner high in her hand.

　"I'm not some saint, I'm just myself. It's been like this from the beginning. What others think of me has nothing to do with me! All I have to do is be myself and not try to be what others think I am! This is your biggest mistake!"

　Joan of Arc raised her fist and clenched it tightly, then looked at Gilles de Rais, whose eyes had bulged out like goldfish and his expression was distorted.

　"Are you ready?"

　With a cold and low voice, Joan of Arc rushed to Gilles de Rais and hit him on the head.

　"Ahh...J-Jeanne?"

　After being punched in the face, Gilles de Rey's eyes became extremely clear.

　"Welcome back, Jill."

　In the last second, his face was gloomy and he was about to strike with all his strength, and in the next second, he was smiling like a flower and was extremely gentle.

　Sieg shrank his neck slightly, inconspicuously moving a little further away from Jeanne, and added another note to his notes on understanding humanity:

　Humans are good at changing faces.

　"I see! I see! The biggest difference between gods and humans is emotion! Humans are just like that, weak and incomplete, born with nothing but emotions! And it is precisely because of this that humans have endless possibilities!"

　"Ahhh, what a great show!"

　Then, the subject changed, and Shakespeare slowly appeared and stood sideways beside the steps.

　"Next, please welcome Amakusa Shiro Tokisada!"

　As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling white light emanated from the Greater Holy Grail, and the voice of Amakusa Shiro Tokisada came from within.

　"ruler."

　Amakusa Shiro Tokisada slowly walked out of the Holy Grail. His clothes had long since changed back to what they used to be when he was a Servant. He stood quietly in front of the Holy Grail, looking down at everyone.

　"My wish has come true, truly here! Humanity has triumphed!"

　Amakusa Shiro Tokisada stretched out his hand as if to touch something out of reach.

　"Ruler, the Third Law has been established and is in operation."

　Joan of Arc led Gilles de Rais back to Sieg's side, and her right hand silently touched the sword that had been hanging at her waist and had never been used.

　"The Third Law, the Materialization of the Soul..."

　Joan of Arc took a deep breath and slowly walked forward.

　"I knew it..."

　Amakusa Shiro Tokisada sighed and raised the long sword in his hand. The Holy Grail extended petal-like tentacles from the gap, continuously absorbing the surrounding magic power.

　"Heaven's Feel connects! Bringing an end to all things... I hope this will be the final slaughter before humanity is saved."

　Without paying any attention to what Amakusa Shiro Tokisada said, nor having the time to respond, Jeanne handed her banner to Gilles de Rais.

　"Jill, can I hand you the flag?"

　Gilderley, who had regained his senses, understood what Joan of Arc meant, and two lines of tears slid down his cheeks.

　"On Gilles de Rais's name, I won't let anyone get in your way!"

　"Thank you very much, and...I'm happy and honored to be able to fight alongside you."

　Jeanne smiled, then turned to look at Sieg.

　"Then I'll leave it to you, okay?"

　Sieg nodded silently, then smiled at Jeanne.

　Jeanne looked at Sieg's smile without saying a word, then

　The rapier at his waist came out, his palm

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　Holding the blade, blood flowed out and filled the blood groove on the sword.

　Kneeling on one knee, Joan of Arc held a rapier in her hand and bowed her head to pray. The golden light from her distant eyes continued to shine along with her words. Sieg and Gilles de Rais stood in front of Joan of Arc on her left and right like guardians, blocking all attacks for her.