The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　"I'm here to greet you, Saint."

　"Is he someone you know?"

　"No, I haven't seen him..."

　Hearing Altria's words, Gilles de Ray opened his eyes wide and was at a loss.

　"How is that possible! Have you forgotten what I look like?!"

　"What do you mean by forgettable? This is the first time I see you. Did you recognize the wrong person?"

　The brain is trembling.

　Gilles de Rey covered his head and looked at Altria in disbelief.

　"It's me! I'm Gilles de Rais! I pray with all my heart for your resurrection! I wait for the miracle of seeing you again! Even at this end of time!"

　In response, he was met with the sharp sword energy of Altria.

　"..."

　-

　It was late at night, and Kenneth stood alone on the rooftop of the Hyatt Hotel, looking down at the entire Fuyuki City.

　The impact of the previous scene constantly impacted his understanding of Servants.

　For ordinary traditional magicians, they lack respect for the heroes in myths and simply regard them as familiars that can be driven at will.

　However, if there is no self-discipline, will those so-called heroes really obey?

　Without the Command Seals, a Servant can backstab anyone he wants, as long as he finds a new Master in advance.

　Kenneth's idea was very simple. The reason he wanted to participate in this Holy Grail War was to add another brilliant achievement to his own.

　But this does not mean that he looks down on the magicians in this remote area of ​​the Far East.

　On the contrary, he made comprehensive preparations for this war and directly booked the tallest building in Fuyuki. 24 of the 32 floors were covered by barriers, even the sewers were not left out, the corridors were also spatially alienated, and there were various familiars to replace hounds.

　In order to support such a huge consumption of magic power, he even used the three basic magic furnaces in his family to provide support.

　This is the supreme masterpiece of the El-Melloi family hundreds of years ago. It is a product that transforms the highest level of fantasy unearthed in the Tomb of Albion and can provide an inexhaustible supply.

　Even the most skilled assassin cannot remain completely unnoticed.

　However, such a safe magic workshop should have made him feel at ease.

　But after seeing the battle between Sieg and Gilgamesh, he completely gave up this idea.

　Kiritsugu Emiya, the man known as the Magician Killer, used modern weapons that magicians looked down upon to kill again and again, completely abandoning his previous identity as a magician.

　But perhaps it is precisely because of this that he is known as the magician killer.

　The people who know you best are often your enemies.

　Kenneth frowned.

　Emiya Kiritsugu is undoubtedly a dangerous man, and according to previous intelligence, he still retains some of the mentality of a magus. For example, he can use any means to achieve his goals and openly open fire on the street.

　If there really was a reason for him to participate in this Holy Grail War, then what kind of crazy things would he do?

　For example...let the building collapse completely from the outside?

　"Lancer, what's going on?"

　Diarmait slowly materialized and knelt on one knee in front of Kayneth.

　"Explosives have been placed in the underground parking garage, mostly in the supporting and load-bearing structures. If detonated, the entire building could collapse. But don't worry, I've removed them all."

　"Emiya Kiritsugu...a terrifying man..."

　Kenneth stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the bustling city.

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　I gradually let go of my pride.

　"Lancer, I won't force you to do anything anymore. All you have to do is fight. Whether you uphold your own honor or not is none of my business. All you have to do is fight. And bring victory to me. Do you understand?"

　Diarmait lowered his head, his eyes filled with gratitude.

　"..."

　Kenneth didn't reply, but just looked at the neon lights of the city silently, his golden hair fluttering slowly in the breeze.

　Diarmait raised his head and looked at his Master. His golden hair reminded him of someone without any emotion.

　The leader of his own knight order - Finn McCool.

　The leader who was regarded as the leader by himself, but ended up being labeled with some negative names because of his escaping behavior.

　As time passed, fate once again made him face an almost identical choice.

　This time...this time!

　I don't want to escape anymore.

　Diarmait thought so in his heart and made up his mind.

　He summoned his Noble Phantasm, removed the cloth covering it, and revealed the true form of his twin guns.

　"Lancer, what are you doing?"

　Diarmait slowly stood up, with determination in his eyes.

　"I made a wrong decision when I returned, affecting my lord. This time, because of you, I'm faced with the same situation again. I'm very grateful that you respect my honor. Fighting as a knight is my duty."

　but...

　"As a Servant, a Servant unknown to you, I only have this one method—"

　Diarmait turned the two guns in his hands without hesitation and stabbed the mole on his cheek.

　"At least this time, I won't run away..."

　Blood slid down Diarmait's cheeks, gathered on his chin, and fell drop by drop, finally turning into spirit particles and completely disappearing.

　"I'll bet everything on Diarmait. I'll definitely bring you the final victory!"

　Kayneth certainly knew Diarmait's story and why he did it.

　Now he had to admit that in the past he really didn't take his followers seriously, nor did he care about their glory and honor.

　Because they have nothing to do with me.

　Only when that light shines on oneself can people truly understand what glory is.

　Kenneth looked at the Command Seal on the back of his hand and chuckled.

　"Well, then, fight, Lancer... Fight with all your might! Bring victory to me, to Kenneth El-Melloi Archipelago!"

　"My lord, I am deeply grateful."

　-

　Sieg was walking alone on the street, searching for the person by the pool of blood in the dark and the nauseating smell of insects.

　She had originally planned to find a room to sleep in, but Yustisa's personality suddenly seemed to sense the presence of Machili Zorgon and asked her to help find him. She wanted to meet this person.

　After changing into his regular clothes through magic, Sieg walked down the street alone. Although it was late at night, there were still many people on the street.

　Her silver hair and scarlet dragon eyes always attract people's attention from time to time.

　"Pap...pap..."

　Sieg's figure turned into a small alley like a ghost, and the sound of his heels hitting the ground was extremely clear in this gloomy alley.

　"You look like this... have you ever killed someone, Gilles de Rais?"

　Zieg looked at the strange man in front of him who was dressed in strange clothes and exuded a bloody aura from head to toe, and spoke slowly.

　"Oh! My holy girl! Do you still remember me? This, this is really——"

　Sieg raised an eyebrow. She and Joan of Arc couldn't be said to be completely different. But they looked nothing alike. How could he mistake her for Joan of Arc?

　"..."

　After pondering for a moment and looking at Gilles de Rais, who was obviously not in good shape, Sieg imitated Joan of Arc and punched the man in front of him hard.

　Accompanied by the crackling sound of bones breaking and Gilles de Ray's screams, Sieg picked up Gilles de Ray, who was half-kneeling on the ground. He looked at his eyes that he had knocked back into their sockets and his bloody nose and slowly spoke:

　"Are you awake now, Marshal?"

　Gilles de Ray's eyes were dazed for a moment as he looked at the pure soul of the silver girl in front of him. Fragments of memory began to reassemble in his mind.

　The saint in the crimson flames and the figure standing shoulder to shoulder with him...

　"Ah...ah...I, I!"

　"Looks like he's awake."

　Sieg dropped Gilles de Rey and looked at him with some displeasure.

　"I'm sorry to have made you laugh... seeing me in such a depraved state..."

　The messy hair hanging down from his head made his face gradually become as similar to the previous marshal.

　"Look at how ugly you are now, Ji

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　Lei, is this really the you that Jeanne wanted to see? Are you worthy of her words, "It's a blessing and an honor to fight alongside you"?

　Gilles de Rey looked down at his hands. As a Servant, his body should be extremely clean.

　But in his eyes, those hands were stained with blood, bearing countless sins. It was as if he could hear the roars and curses of those wronged souls as soon as he closed his eyes.

　"It's too late to turn back now, but at least I can still cleanse myself of some of it..."

　Gilles de Reis listened to Sieg's words and understood what the girl in front of him meant.

　He took out his manuscript and slowly turned to a page.

　"You are right. All the sins I have committed cannot be washed away! But in this life! This life!"

　Gilles de Rais shouted, and a strange light emanated from his hands.

　Redemption never existed from the beginning, and he had been deceiving himself since Joan of Arc's death.

　No matter how much I washed my hands, they were still covered in blood.

　Tears streamed down Gilles de Rais's eyes. He saw it, he saw Joan of Arc standing beside Sieg, holding out her hand to him, he saw the saint girl he had prayed for and thought about day and night.

　The holy girl came to the world to take away the disaster for mankind.

　Only this time, the disaster that was taken away was named Gilles de Rey.

　"I, Gilles de Rais, and Ryunosuke Uzumaki's souls shall be offered as a sacrifice!"

　In the sewer, Ryunosuke Uesugi, who was about to perform an autopsy, suddenly stopped. Then, he involuntarily fell to his knees, followed by a burning sensation deep within his soul.

　The light became more and more dazzling.

　"I can't change the past, but the present can be reversed if I pay the price! Even death can be reversed!"

　"Girl... I hope you can continue your journey. One day, we will meet again!"

　Sieg nodded, looked at the figure gradually disappearing in the light, and finally smiled.

　Although she was not Joan of Arc, the girl's smile was almost identical to hers, and the color of her soul was also incredibly close.

　The saint comes to the world and takes away disasters for the world and disappears along with the disasters.

　"Jeanne—"

　I found out... that holy girl who is just like you...

　The space around him changed in an instant, and a pitch-black dragon stood on the other side of the world, staring at him.

　A miracle has happened, and the girl before him is another manifestation of what the fallen man of the past had been pursuing.

　"Ah..."

　At last, the burning sensation in his soul subsided, and Gilles de Rais had never felt so calm.