A compilation of memorable moments from Chaldea's girlfriends showing affection in various dime

C·C lay on the bed, completely unreserved and radiating holy light, holding Cheese-kun in her arms, a figure that would make all viewers in the myriad realms envious.

I wish I could be Cheese Man and be with the goddess every day!

"Wow......

"Ilya is amazing! Magic is truly an incredible ability. If all humans could possess such power, it might bring blessings to humanity. Imagine using a familiar that transforms into a sword to cut down trees, gather things from cliffs, or even smash pine cones!"

Nunnally's eyes sparkled with countless little stars as she looked at Ilya. This girl was so cute and petite, yet she was so decisive when fighting.

However, she really wanted Ilya to wear a cute dress.

It's too incongruous to have a cute girl like her fighting and killing with other masters.

"But when humanity masters this ability to work efficiently, it's like everyone has an automatic rifle. Society will surely descend into chaos. Rulers will suffer greatly. The wealthy will gather powerful magicians under their command, but what will become of the weaker, commoner magicians...?"

Lelouch sighed softly. While having power was a good thing, going too far was not.

If he were to govern a country populated entirely by magicians, he would be in unbearable pain. The largest proportion of the annual budget would be allocated to security and administration, leaving no room for social welfare.

The most peaceful era is one where there are no guns and even carrying knives is strictly controlled.

“That’s true, brother. You’re so thoughtful.” Nunnally looked at Lelouch with a bright smile.

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Rin Tohsaka decided to hurry over and meet up with Saber. She ran quickly toward the battlefield, and suddenly collided with Shirou Emiya, who was running alongside her.

The two almost ended up like something out of a romantic comedy.

Rin Tohsaka angrily pinned Shirou Emiya against the tree.

He clearly said he'd gone to take refuge, but now he's standing right in front of me—it's truly agonizing. Why is this idiot so brainless?

She roared at Shirou Emiya, but faced with his direct attack, her mental defenses were breached once again.

In this world, Shirou Emiya frequently hits home runs, causing real damage to Rin Tohsaka, much to the surprise of Shirou Emiya from other worlds. He wondered when he had become so good at flirting with girls.

Rin Tohsaka was unable to persuade the stubborn Shirou Emiya, so she had no choice but to go with him to find Saber.

Bang Bang Bang!

The tombstones on the battlefield where the two legendary heroes once stood have all disappeared.

Artoria led Hercules to the new cemetery, and using the same tactic, she could only rely on the complex terrain to fight the enemy, who was as powerful as a Gundam.

Hercules' chest was covered with dozens of grotesque scars, and his regenerative abilities were astonishing. The wounds Artoria inflicted would heal quickly, though some blood loss would occur.

As a Heroic Spirit, his body is constructed from magic, so losing blood is no problem for him. As long as he is linked with Illya, he can regenerate blood infinitely as long as he doesn't lack magic.

A quarter of an hour passed.

Artoria stood there, looking at Hercules. She knew that without using her trump card and her limited magical power, she would not be able to defeat the powerful enemy before her.

She had no other choice and no hesitation. Since she had made up her mind, she was ready to fight!

“There is no desire for mutual communication, nor the freedom to reveal one’s true name. We can only face each other with swords drawn, fighting to the death. That is why I will answer you with this all-out attack!” Artoria gripped Excalibur tightly with both hands, her magical power unleashed, a gale swirling up from her feet to her body. “Come! This is your burial ground.”

"Berserker!"

Such words, spoken to the enemy before unleashing a powerful move, are not out of kindness or naivety.

This is a way for soldiers to encourage themselves on the fierce battlefield.

It's a way to turn on your own switch.

BOOM——! ——! ——!

The granite-paved ground cracked and Artoria's figure vanished from the spot. The Wind King's Barrier gathered endless gales, propelling her slender body forward at breakneck speed, as fast as a hurricane!

Hercules gripped his heavy sword tightly with both hands, raised it above his head, and roared to the heavens. Thud! The heavy sword slammed into the ground, and the terrifying force ripped up dozens of meters of ground. Facing the enemy's straight charge, he chose to directly destroy the terrain, using the ripped rocks and dirt to buy himself an opportunity.

He would engage in a final showdown with Artoria after she broke through the billowing dust.

drink--!

A fierce wind swirled around Artoria's body, preventing the swirling mud and sand from reaching her. She charged towards her enemy like a raging dragon.

A sharp blade slashed across her fair forehead, blood flowing downwards. Cracks appeared in her armor. If this attack had hit her directly, without Avalon's protection, she would probably have died on the spot.

Hercules looked at Artoria, who had appeared before him, and without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and let Excalibur pierce through his palm, while simultaneously using the muscles of his hand to wedge the blade in place.

Artoria and Hercules were locked in a stalemate; no matter how hard King Arthur tried, his sword could not advance any further.

The terrifying Berserker directly grasped the Oath of Victory.

The excruciating pain of the sword piercing his hand did not cause Hercules's gaze to waver in the slightest; compared to the fact that his entire body was being corroded by the venom of the Hydra, it was nothing.

He raised his heavy sword, preparing to deliver the final blow to the enemy in front of him.

Let this hero who ignited our passion die with dignity!

Emiya Shirou and Tohsaka Rin stared wide-eyed at the scene, desperately wanting to help, but it was too late!

They could only watch helplessly as a heavy sword, powerful enough to shatter a tank, fell upon Artoria's head.

If this strikes, any heroic spirit will die!

"Ahhhhhh—!!" Artoria's emerald green eyes were completely calm, showing no surprise at this scene; it was all part of her plan.

She had already achieved this result through her intuition and her own honed martial arts skills; it was all a trap she herself had set!

Magic surged throughout his body, coursing through his circuits and coursing through his nerves into the Excalibur he held in his hand.

The endless gale converged into a beam of light, shooting forward together with the power of the Excalibur.

The Star Holy Sword used its power to directly transform the magical power of the Wind King's barrier into incomparably scorching light, Boom—!

A thick beam of light, the size of a fist, pierced through Berserker's upper body in an instant, tearing the berserker's body apart with a gale and light.

Hercules' upper body was completely torn apart, and his heart and nerve circuits were burned to ashes. Although his head remained, he had already lost his life!

The starlight pierced through the clouds thousands of miles away, shot out of the stratosphere, and entered outer space.

Artoria sheathed her holy sword, took a few steps back, and warily looked at the powerful enemy in front of her, whose head was tilted to the side, seemingly already dead.

Heracles' body, ripped open by the Starlight, was burning with heat; the flesh inside had been vaporized by the Starlight, and his body was disintegrating.

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Greek mythology timeline.

Atalanta stared at the screen in astonishment: "The power of the Star Sword is indeed terrifying...! If King Arthur's magic power is at its peak, wouldn't he be able to focus his magic power into light and shoot it at the enemy from a distance? Even if he could see it, his body couldn't possibly dodge the speed of light."

"That's for sure. Light is the fastest speed. If she can truly focus her magic into a blazing beam of light to blast her enemies, few Heroic Spirits would be her match. This weapon is truly extraordinary... Even divinely crafted weapons pale in comparison to the Star Sword," said Dioscurio Pollux.

"The sword of light in my hand can be wielded at the speed of light, but it can't be sustained for very long, otherwise my body won't be able to keep up. It has the speed of light but not the heat. I'm thinking of exchanging weapons with Artoria."

"Hmph! Giving such an extraordinary weapon to a mortal, I really don't know what the fairy of the Starry Sea is thinking. She didn't help us in the previous battles against the evil of humanity. What a waste..."

Dioscuroi Castor shook his head.

Kenneth pouted and said unhappily, "Why does it have to be a sword? Can't we forge other weapons? The Star Holy Lance, the Star Bow and Arrow, the Star Holy Sword looks much more impressive."

She wanted to try out the Star Trident, but unfortunately, this weapon wasn't designed to attack gods, otherwise she could have sliced ​​Poseidon into sashimi.

"Was King Arthur's martial arts taught by Merlin, the magician of flowers? Or did she learn it herself on the battlefield? She was very strong. She wasn't just using her sword skills, but rather employing tactics and strategies based on planning. Hercules has met his match. Although he still possesses martial arts skills, he lacks rationality and cannot see through the enemy's schemes, which puts him at a disadvantage," Perseus said.

Achilles and Hector sat together, wine cups in hand, watching the battle unfold on the screen. "Having seen the battles in the Lostbelts, I've lost interest in war..."

"Hahaha, that's right. Heroes should fight heroes. Laughing over the corpses of alien enemies is much more meaningful than what we're doing now." Achilles was starting to have second thoughts about dying in the Trojan War.

He wanted to die on the road to fighting the alien gods, or at the hands of the Lostbelt Kings.

Of course, all of these are based on the premise that the other party can beat you!

The third singularity.

Jason, unconcerned about the outcome shown on the screen, said, "Hmph, don't be impatient. Hercules still has twelve lives. He's only used one. You'd better put in some effort!"

Seeing Hercules and Artoria fight so spectacularly, it was as if it were all his own doing.

Jason kept patting Hercules on the shoulder and bursting into wild laughter.

He was as happy as Jason, who hadn't divorced Medea.

Hector stared speechlessly at his captain; he had never seen Jason fight before.

Despite receiving instruction from the great sage Kajie, this guy doesn't seem like a warrior at all. Is it because of his age?

Jason appears here in a state of heightened chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur), not as Jason worshipped by Medea.

19 Beyond Visual Range Fighter - Shirou Emiya - Spiral Sword That Tears Through Hills

Age of Gods Britain.

In Camelot, a city of chalk, Artoria, dressed in a quilt and wearing a crown, looks at a box on the table inside the royal palace.

"A gift for Father..." Artoria opened the gift box, looked at the note in her hand, and already knew who sent it. Inside the box was a Poké Ball.

Click

The Poké Ball will automatically activate.

Growlithe appeared on the table, sleepily looking at the ahoge in front of it, "Awoo...!"

With drool dripping from its mouth, it clumsily waddled towards Artoria's arms, found a comfortable position, and continued to snuggle into sleep.

With its lion-like appearance, the handsome and adorable Growlithe instantly captivated Artoria.

This was the first time she had ever received such a unique and special gift.

Mordred looks forward to the day when Growlithe becomes Arcanine, and sees his father riding on Arcanine charging towards the enemy!

This looks way cooler than riding a horse!

Fate/stay night, UBW timeline.

Seeing Artoria's unwavering determination and her ability to maximize her strengths, Medea desired her even more.

However, she needs the imp's Command Seal to do so.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be fun if Artoria angrily used this move on herself.

Medea shipped the clothes she bought online to Shirou Emiya's house, intending to build up their affection level first.

Such a mentally strong hero would find it difficult to get the other party to obey him even if he used Command Spells; it would be almost impossible for the other party to submit to him.

Even if she used three Command Seals, she believed that Artoria would be able to resist for a long time, and she would probably just commit suicide.

Even if he were to die, the noble king would not allow himself to fall into a humiliating prison and would absolutely not want to be intimate with Medea.

"Since there's something wrong with the Holy Grail here... it doesn't matter. I have a better idea."

Medea smiled sweetly and diligently studied cooking skills in the kitchen, constantly preparing dishes, failing countless times.

For her, cooking and cleaning are more difficult than creating new magic tricks or learning magic tricks.

But she didn't get discouraged or lose heart. This was something she was doing for the person she loved, so she was full of motivation.

She was a little envious. Her counterpart in another world was able to directly invite Shirou Emiya to teach her how to cook. Could this be a dream world?

"That's...that's amazing! She's a girl who looks almost exactly like me. She led an army all over the country when she was young. And I'm still in school. The era of King Arthur was so cruel...she didn't experience anything good. Or maybe for her, seeing Britain slowly improving was the only thing that made her happy."

Ayako looked at King Arthur on the screen with a pang of sympathy. She felt sorry for him, but she had no right to pity him. All of this was Artoria's own choice, and she respected Artoria's choice and respected her life.

She would not deny the wounds, the pain, and the things King Arthur had experienced in the past.

This is something that even the Holy Grail cannot improve; without it, she would not be the noble and virtuous Queen Artoria.

Grand Carnival World.

"...Oh, oh, oh, though he exudes a warm and noble aura, he is like an iceberg, unapproachable to others. King Arthur, who sees everything from an extraordinary perspective, is truly remarkable, wonderful...! Will your fate in this world become a tragedy!" The mad Shakespeare laughed maniacally.

Artoria Idol, with a meat bun in her mouth, stared blankly at the mad Shakespeare before being dragged away by Mordred.

"Father, Father, don't stay with people who have mental problems. People will become strange. I suspect that Amakusa Shiro was influenced by him, which is why he became so stupid. What kind of prodigy is he? I don't see it at all."

Mordred shook her head and pulled her idol, Artoria, toward the Ocean Singularity.

"Ah... Father in blue, he really is the most handsome. So dazzling, so calm!"

Although she was very strong, she estimated that she would definitely suffer a defeat and a great loss if she fought Hercules.

Because she is easily angered, she cannot calmly lure enemies into her traps like her father.