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When Mashu saw this scene, she couldn't help but recall the scene when she fought against the blackened Knight King at Singularity F. The pressure brought to her by the blackened Excalibur still lingered in her heart.

To be honest, she herself felt it was incredible that she had actually blocked the attack of the holy sword!

After all, the reputation of the holy sword is too terrifying. Things like the Holy Sword of the Stars and the Divine Weaponry sound scary. In addition, Mashu has a certain inferiority complex about herself, so it is normal for her to feel pressured.

Not to mention her, Koizumi himself would also feel this way when facing those great men.

After all, we know about those great men from books, and now if they suddenly stand in front of us, anyone would panic.

Gradually, the light dissipated, and the black mud seemed to be burned to ashes and disappeared completely.

Justisa's face showed deep astonishment and her expression was distorted.

However, Koizumi could sense that the opponent's power was slowly fading.

"How could it be... this time, still... unable to reach the end of the planet..."

There was a strong sense of reluctance in Justisa's tone.

Altria was breathing slightly, with a look of fatigue on her face. She had just used all her strength to attack!

"Did you make it?"

"It was undoubtedly successful. Her power is already starting to fade!"

As if to verify Koizumi's words, Justisa's body began to collapse, transforming into photons.

Gradually, as the magic power dissipated, Justisa disappeared with a strong sense of unwillingness.

"We've confirmed the complete disappearance of the enemy's magic power... It's our victory!"

After Justisia disappeared, light began to rise from the bodies of Artoria and Diarmuid.

"They!" A look of surprise suddenly appeared on Weber's face.

“They are the Heroic Spirits summoned to Fuyuki because of the existence of the Holy Grail. Now that the Holy Grail has disappeared, they can no longer maintain their physical form…” Irisviel explained slowly.

"We part ways now. Everyone, although it was a difficult battle, fortunately it ended as we wished."

"We'll meet again on another battlefield someday. When the world's fate diverges, perhaps we'll be able to meet again."

Artoria and Diarmuid both said goodbye to the people in front of them with a smile on their faces.

Although they felt a little reluctant, they were both convinced that as Heroic Spirits they might be summoned to other battlefields, so there would definitely be a chance for them to meet again.

"Then we'll have a chance to meet again, Saber and Lancer!" Koizumi said with a chuckle.

“Well, the Holy Grail detected in Chaldea ultimately vanished without appearing. Next, it’s Irisviel, the being with the potential to become the Holy Grail, what should we do next…”

El-Melloi II said slowly.

"Yes, the Holy Grail War has lost its meaning now, which means I have lost my reason for existing. Besides, even though I destroyed the Greater Holy Grail with my own hands this time, I can't just shamelessly return to Einzbern like this..."

Irisviel couldn't help but feel distressed.

"In that case, why don't we come to Chaldea? We're here to recover the Holy Grail anyway. You're the Lesser Holy Grail, so recovering you would be perfectly in line with our mission," Koizumi said jokingly.

Irisviel couldn't help but roll her eyes at Koizumi, saying it was as if I were a tool.

"Indeed. If someone like her is left alone, she might be targeted by more troublesome people in the future and abused maliciously. If she is willing to accept our protection, that would be the best." Dr. Roman said slowly.

"...For a helpless person like me, this is truly a heartfelt invitation. Well, then please, take me back to your world. Thank you for your guidance, two Masters from another world." Irisviel said with a smile, glancing at Koizumi with a pair of eyes that shone with a hint of something special.

Koizumi couldn't help but feel speechless. Why did he feel that there was something wrong with this person's eyes?

"Well, that's where I'll end here." The mysterious Assassin said calmly.

"Sent back by the restraining force?" Koizumi asked calmly.

"That's right. I'm not from this world. Even if I wait here, I'll be called back by the Seat in no time."

"Is that so? You are indeed such a person." El-Melloi II nodded.

It seemed as if she had just noticed the other person at this moment. Irisviel couldn't help but take another look at the mysterious Assassin in front of her, and then fell silent for a while.

"...It's incredible. After meeting you, I thought there would be death between us."

The mysterious Assassin also turned his gaze towards Irisviel before him and spoke with a sigh of emotion.

"Yes. It's incredible. I don't know why it feels incredible... but this sense of disharmony doesn't make people feel unpleasant." Irisviel chuckled and nodded.

"Yes. I also... if I don't give up something, I can't fulfill my mission. I thought that this was the only way for my life, and I gave up struggling. But at this moment, it seems that for the first time, I have truly fought to "protect something." Thank you... I don't know if thanking you is appropriate."

"Well, goodbye. It was nice to meet you, unknown heroic spirit."

Irisviel said with a chuckle.

Volume: Interlude (II) — The Empire of Eternal Madness: Rome

Prologue: The Red Tyrant and the Queen of Vengeance (Part 1)

This is the emperor's land covered with dry rocks, and the evening wind is howling, as if it is emitting bursts of wailing.

The withered yellow sunset and endless wilderness seem to symbolize despair, filling people's hearts.

Here, as if to match this desperate scene, an emperor met his end.

There was not even a single servant following him. Although he was the emperor, at this moment he was even worse than an ordinary person.

This emperor deeply loved his people, constantly offering his fiery love. However, this wasn't the warm love people needed. A fierce longing, a fierce giving, a fierce burning out—this emperor only knew how to express love in this way. Perhaps it could be called forcing things.

The emperor did not realize until the last moment that this was a highly poisonous substance to the people.

Then, due to a certain mistake, the emperor's position was weakened and he was driven from the throne by the strategy of the Senate. The army that he once prided himself on became his enemy, but even so, the emperor still believed that the people he once loved so much would protect him.

...The result is self-evident. The people did not protect the stupid tyrant.

Although the emperor escaped from the pursuers, he was already in a desperate situation.

The pursuers are right behind him and may catch up with him at any time.

The emperor had reached a point where he had no way out, and it could even be said that he had nowhere to go.

I absolutely cannot be captured! I cannot be insulted like this! With this determination, the emperor took out the dagger he carried with him, made up his mind, and chose to commit suicide!

“Is such a great artist going to disappear from this world?”

The emperor felt sad about his situation, and even more sad that his talent was about to end. He was grieving that such a perfect artist was about to pass away, so he shed tears and stopped several times. If there was someone around, the emperor would have asked that person to kill him. Sadly, the emperor had been abandoned by everyone and was the only one left.

Finally, the emperor shed tears and pierced his throat with a dagger, ending his life.

However, the emperor's powerful vitality continued his own pain at this moment.

Or it should be said that the emperor was not completely dead.

...pain in the throat, pain in the chest, burning in the eyes...

It was a time like the delirium of a high fever.

The emperor who committed suicide was not immediately found by his pursuers and experienced three sunsets.

When the sun was about to set, the emperor woke up and seemed to hear a voice calling him from afar.

Those were the voices of his beloved subjects, saying they would not blame the emperor. They were cheering for him.

Haha, it was like adding insult to injury! The emperor knew that these claims did not exist, not anywhere. Even so, the emperor opened his eyes several times to confirm everything.

The first sunset, an impossible illusion assaulted my nostrils.

The second sunset, the unheard cry tore the lips.

At sunset on the third day, the emperor's body was finally found. The soldiers felt that it was too pitiful to leave the emperor's body exposed in the wilderness, so they covered it with a cloth.

At this moment, the emperor woke up and left his last words in this world.

"This loyalty comes too late, but thank you for your hard work!"

Three sunsets! The fate of the red tyrant ended here. In the final moments, no one knew what the emperor was thinking, but the emperor believed that this was enough, even if it was not the hand of his beloved people.

Finally, the curtain was drawn under the warmth of people, which was the final redemption for the red tyrant.

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"The arrogance of Rome brings us only danger. They desecrate the sacred and take the precious virginity of young girls. It is either win this battle or perish. This is what I, a woman, will do."

The one who roared at the soldiers behind her was a daughter. She was wearing a white coat and a leather corset, a white shawl made of natural wild animal fur, and around her neck hung the noble gold ornaments of traditional Celtic culture. The crown on her head shone brightly in the light. The maternal love and wild beauty she exuded were intertwined, revealing a different kind of beauty.

But even such a beauty had anger gushing from her eyes, and her gaze seemed to have cast aside all obstacles and swallowed up Nero Claudius, the Rose Emperor of Rome who was far away in the capital.

"Who is it!" Suddenly, as if she realized something, the beauty shouted sternly to the side.

I saw a golden sword coming towards the beauty, but as expected, it was blocked by the beauty.

Slowly, the owner of the golden sword revealed his figure. He was a man wearing a black and white cloak. Although the golden sword in his hand was blocked, the power contained in it burst out at the moment, and the vibrating atmosphere began to spread to the surroundings. The two men took a few steps back.

"It seems that you are the distortion of this era, but—"

If it's just this guy, there doesn't seem to be any need to summon myself to this era, right?

The man under the cloak frowned slightly. Although he was very violent and warlike, it did not mean that he would not use his brain. It should be said that there is no heroic spirit that is brainless.

Even Mary, who Koizumi always jokingly calls a naive person, is not completely incapable of thinking.

"Who are you!" The beauty shouted at the man in front of her, the magic power in her body surging wildly.

If the man in front of her had any connection to Rome, she would attack him without hesitation! But for some reason, the golden sword in his hand made her feel a little familiar.

She could sense a faint British aura. Was that her British descendant?

But the strange thing was that this aura seemed to be wrapped on the surface, and what was inside seemed to be completely hidden. However, the only thing that was certain was that the other person did not have the Roman aura that she hated.

"This is the Holy Grail War, so there's no need for me to reveal my real name. However, since it's Queen Boudica of the Iceni who asked, then... well, I'll use my current name: Arthur Pendragon! The Knight King of Britain!"

Although the boy's words were a bit strange, he still gave his life in the end.

Arthur Pendragon! He was arguably the most famous figure in England! But for some reason, unlike the Altria Koizumi and the others knew, the King Arthur before them was a man.

"King of Knights! The descendant of Britain!" The beauty stopped her actions, and her eyes, which were originally filled with anger, eased a little. A hint of softness appeared on her face, which was spurting with the rage of revenge.

"This is the hatred between me and Rome! As a descendant of Britain, if you don't intend to stand on my side, then leave here! Don't interfere with my revenge against Rome!" The beauty suppressed her anger for revenge and said hoarsely.

"...Well! I rushed here because I sensed the abnormal aura of a Servant and the scent of the Holy Grail! But now it seems that it is not as simple as I thought! I was too anxious! It seems that this singularity is more troublesome than I thought!"

Having said this, the man put away the holy sword in his hand and spoke slowly.

"As a colleague who has also launched revenge in the past, Queen Boudica of the Iceni! I wish you good luck in your military endeavors!"

Chapter 508 Roman’s Proposal (Part 2)

Chaldean

"Thank you for your hard work! This has been quite a big event. Miss Irisviel is currently undergoing a detailed examination at Leonardo da Vinci's. It's truly astonishing. I never knew the Holy Grail could exist in that form."

Dr. Roman said this with a smile, and a hint of emotion could not help but appear in his tone.

"This time it's all thanks to Lord El-Melloi II, and that Heroic Spirit who is said to be the agent of restraint..." Mash nodded, a hint of relief on her face.

"Ahh. That was an incredible encounter, too. Even after human history was burned to ashes, the restraining force still worked."

Dr. Roman nodded, a hint of surprise in his tone.

This is normal. After all, now that human history has been burned out, basically everyone believes that the operation of the inhibitory force has stopped.

Who would have thought that in that singularity, I would actually encounter the existence of a messenger called the Force of Restraint? It's really—

"By the way, what exactly is restraining force? I don't understand it at all." Ritsuka couldn't help but say this.

"This conceptual power, which continues to operate to ensure the continued existence of humanity in this world... is the [Restraint]. Those who have made great achievements in their lives are selected by this Restraint and become its servants. Whenever humanity faces the threat of destruction, these individuals are summoned across time and space to resolve the cause of the disaster."

Dr. Roman explained this very patiently. After all, he was the King Solomon in the past, and he definitely had a good understanding of restraint, even though he had become an ordinary human being now.

"In other words, they don't have a contract with the Master, but are summoned only because they are given a reason to fight, is that right?" Mashu's face showed a hint of realization.

"That's true. Even if the body dies, the soul continues to carry the endless mission of fighting. Although it's impossible to guess their state of mind... it's probably extremely difficult and tiring." Dr. Roman nodded slightly.

Although Dr. Roman could not feel the hardships and fatigue of the guardians, he could understand it.

He acts mechanically just to remove the stain on human history, fighting continuously to the point where his personality is almost broken. If you are not a guardian, it would be difficult to understand this.

"...Yes. I'm not a Heroic Spirit myself, at best I'm a Half-Heroic Spirit. I really don't want to imagine going into battle without a Master." Mashu nodded, speaking with empathy.

"Is that so?" Ritsuka couldn't help but look at Mashu in front of him.

"Yes. What keeps me going is the presence of my contractor, Senior. Trusting in the bond between us allows us to muster courage and overcome fear. Fighting without this kind of support would be too cruel..."

Mashu nodded heavily and spoke slowly.

Ritsuka was slightly stunned, then the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he quickly held Mashu's right hand tightly.