Shirou, who returned from the Fairy Kingdom

If we actually did that, it would be like we betrayed Miss Aika...

"Will it work or not?!" Shirou urged.

"Aaaaaah, I don't care anymore!"

The blonde girl shouted in a self-destructive manner.

"Command Spells, huh! I understand, I understand! I'll use them on Artorius! Prepare yourself!"

Ruler got up from the ground and looked at the red-haired boy who was holding her hand.

"In the name of the adjudicator—Jeanne Dalque, by the name of the Command Seal!"

The "Black" Swordsman! Defeat the Titans created by Caster with all our might!

With a majestic declaration, crimson Command Seals shone from the back of the saintess.

At the same time, a surging magical power passed neither through the Greater Grail nor through the fate of Master Sajō Ayaka—

Jeanne's magic flowed into Shirou's dragon path, igniting his dragon furnace.

……

……

Hearing footsteps behind her, Mordred used all her strength to unleash "Magic Release" and deflect the obsidian greatsword's attack.

"Too slow! How long are we going to have to wait—"

The "Red" swordsman, turning around, stared wide-eyed at the long-lost figure.

Not only her, but everyone present, including the Master and the Yggdrasil Magician, was genuinely shocked by his demeanor.

No wonder.

Because of Amamiya Shirou's body, it is now far removed from that of a human.

Her signature red hair turned pure white, while the ends of her hands and feet, along with the tips of her hair, were dyed jet black.

Behind the boy, a pair of semi-transparent wings, completely disproportionate to his size, spread out, reaching over ten meters in length.

What covered it was less like feathers and more like extremely sharp black blades.

He simply floated in the air doing nothing, while a massive torrent of magic circulated around his body.

Humans who possess the power of dragons?

No—that's a dragon species that has retained its human form.

"The 'Black' Swordsman? No... who exactly are you?"

Fiore's voice trembled.

"Ah, come to think of it, this should be the first time I've shown myself in this pose. I was trying to avoid it from turning out like this..."

Ruler's stuff is too pure (whispering), sigh...it really causes trouble for others.

The boy, who appears to be "Shirou Amamiya", looks down at his body.

The jet-black patterns covering its skin were a dragon's shell, harder than any other substance in the world.

The hands that were originally used to grip the holy sword have now become the tips of dragon claws, like a demonic sword.

The fantastical form of the "Black" swordsman is precisely—

The end of a counterfeit who pulls out the chosen sword and becomes the ideal king.

It is the result of devouring the heart of an ancient dragon and replacing one's own magic circuits with dragon paths.

It is the ugly form that a fool ultimately achieves in his pursuit of ideals and power.

"—"

Shirou took a deep breath and slowly released the true name of this spirit base.

“My name is… Arthur Albion.”

The guardian of Britain and the king of paradise have descended here.

……

……

"Absurd... What was that pose?!"

"As expected, you noticed, 'Black' Sorcerer."

Shirou looked at Avistron, who had just woken up from his coma.

He, who should possess immeasurable knowledge of magic, couldn't help but doubt his own eyes when faced with the scene before him; even through the mask, his astonishment was evident.

"Impossible! Humans... humans can actually withstand the heart of a Grand Dragon and fuse with a dragon...!?"

"But this man did it, and the current situation speaks for itself."

Joan of Arc walked over and looked at Shirou with a calm and hopeful gaze.

That is the true form of the "Black" Swordsman—

It is a limited form that the "Savior King" cannot manifest due to the constraints of the Holy Grail War.

Avestrom was so stunned that he was speechless.

Is the legend of the King of Paradise... true?

So, what exactly is the paradise that I am pursuing?

What are the giants I created?

"No, that's not right... You're nothing but a hypothetical product born from the fantasy of humans, just like Dracula the vampire!"

Avistron refused to accept reality and denied the existence of the "Black" Swordsman.

"Neither the power of the Grand Dragon nor anything else... can defeat the activated 'Crown: Light of Wisdom'! Don't underestimate my Adam...!"

"I did not underestimate it."

Shirou spoke in a calm tone: "It's more accurate to say that you'd rather sacrifice the children who admire you to achieve your obsession, and that you have a certain respect for them."

But have you noticed Caster? Your actions are exactly the same as those you despise, those you shun, those humans you want to exterminate—”

"Varied……!?"

Shirou's words shocked Caster like never before.

At this moment, he was no longer as calm as he used to be.

"How do you know—"

"Of course I know your obsession and pain... Without these things, such a sacred and majestic giant could not exist."

You thought you could give up everything for your ideals, but Roger's pleas and screams before his death still made you waver...

Therefore, you deliberately stood on the shoulders of giants to attract my attack, only to seek judgment and punishment.

"Shut up……!"

Caster was furious and embarrassed after her thoughts were exposed.

"But, Caster..."

Shirou's gaze turned icy cold.

"Your sins cannot be redeemed by death alone; you are merely running away."

"I will personally shatter your dreams and make you experience true despair."

"Shut up...shut up, shut up, shut up!!"

Ignoring the roaring Caster, Shirou flapped his wings and rose above "Crown: Light of Wisdom".

No matter how large and towering the giants may be, they can now only be looked down upon by the king on equal terms.

"Kneel before me... false god."

Shirou raised his empty right paw high, assuming a throwing stance.

At the same time, an ethereal light flowed from the location of his heart on his chest.

At first glance, it appears to be pure black, as if it were a dark flow that could absorb all light.

The pure magical energy flowing from the Dragon's Furnace condensed in Shirou's right palm, eventually forming a massive, anchor-like weapon.

He shouted this as he unleashed the black breath of the dragon:

"The Dragon's Heart (Albion) ————！！"

The light that emanated from the heart of the dragon gathered and eventually transformed into a beam that annihilated all things.

——"Antireal Noble Phantasm".

It possesses the absolute power to destroy the world itself.

Whether the opponent is a giant with infinite regeneration ability or a self-disciplined inherent barrier that creates "Paradise".

Before the breath of a dragon that has been circulating for 46 billion years, any man-made object is fragile and powerless.

The annihilating light that returned to the stars burned the golem's two spirit cores, along with its feet that were standing on the ground, to ashes.

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Volume 5, Chapter 228: A Battleground, but it has nothing to do with Aika.

At least for that moment, the magician believed he had made the right choice.

"Teacher, why! Why? Furnace, furnace, furnace core? Why do I have to become that thing—!"

"No, no! I don't want this! Stop! Stop! Ah, ahhh... ahhhhhh!"

"Teacher, why! Why, why, why! I respect you! I admire you! Why are you doing this to me...!"

The boy's body was sucked into the giant golem, dissolved into a muddy paste amidst his screams, while the magician simply watched silently.

Avisbro was frail and sickly during his lifetime, with skin disease being the most severe, which led to his suicidal and pessimistic personality.

Because he hates and disregards humans, he is obsessed with creating ideal life forms (golems) – a trait somewhat similar to his Master Roger.

Avestrom's ultimate goal was to emulate God in this way, but his dream was shattered along the way.

If he were to pursue his ideals, he would naturally not hesitate to trample on any human being.

All of this is for a sacred cause, and there is no room for hesitation.

That being the case...

Why do I feel so uncomfortable?

Since just now, I've had a persistent feeling of depression lingering in my chest.

Is this... my "guilt"?

……

……

The attack unleashed by the "Black" swordsman engulfed the giant golem.

The astonishing light and heat created a spectacle reminiscent of a planet's birth, illuminating the pitch-black night sky as if it were daytime.

Once activated, the giant possessed almost godlike infinite regenerative abilities, but within that light, it continuously disintegrated and turned into dust.

The "Black" Sorcerer's Noble Phantasm, "Crown: Light of Wisdom (Golem Keter Malkuth)" —

That is an automatic, inherent barrier that can continuously modify the world as long as it exists.

However, the dragon's breath that Shirou unleashed was an attack "on the world".

What it destroyed was not merely the giant's body, soul core, or feet that received the blessing of the earth, but also the very concept of paradise (world) that the giant possessed.

The more perfectly the golem created by the Caster reflects the image of "paradise," the greater the damage it will suffer.

The roar of the dragon, born from the Sea of ​​Stars and ultimately returning to the Sea of ​​Stars, burned away the magician's ideals.

"........."

Caster watched helplessly as his painstaking creation was burned and destroyed.