You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

From the perspective of personality and spirit, what drives Kotomine Shiro or Amakusa Shiro Tokisada?

What kind of logic exists in these bizarre actions?"

"This..." Sera muttered, unable to answer.

Artificial humans are inherently slow in this regard. Even if they input various philosophical theories and works into their brains, they cannot deeply understand these things without the same keen sensibility as humans.

"The answer is simple: He is a [non-religious saint]."

"Saints... non-religious?"

"In the original teachings of Christianity, saints or saints should be detached from the world, have flawless virtues, and be free from worldly desires - this is also the standard for the Holy Grail to select the ruler.

In fact, Christianity or any serious religion does not encourage martyrdom. "Sacrifice" is ultimately just a realization made out of helplessness, not a ritual that makes people fanatical.

Later, for the sake of propaganda, Christianity turned saints into "chosen ones who can perform miracles and supernatural powers", and sometimes took some political factors into consideration..."

Iori said: "In a normal Holy Grail War, there is no additional job called "Ruler". Only when the war gets out of control will the judge be summoned as a restraining force to control the situation.

It will only choose servants who have no desire for the Holy Grail, which are the perfect and transcendent "saints" described in many religions.

But sixty years ago, the Einzberns exploited a loophole in the summoning system and cheated to create a ruler-class servant, Amakusa Shiro...

How should I put it? Maybe it's because you've been with Rheingold for too long. Your clan always fails to grasp the details. It's like a curse."

At this point Iori couldn't help but want to laugh. When talking about failing to keep up, everyone always thinks of one of the three great families that upholds elegance. Little do they know that Einzbern is no less inferior in this regard!

"What do you mean?" Sera couldn't help but want to clear the family's name, "Did we do something wrong?"

"Of course you did something wrong. Although you successfully used the loophole to create the ruler, the summoning process itself depends on the normal process, so he also meets the conditions for a Servant to respond to the Holy Grail Summoning - he has a wish that needs to be fulfilled by the Holy Grail!

There is no doubt that Shiro Amakusa is a saint, and this is even recognized by Christianity, but he is by no means a perfect saint who has no desires and no demands in accordance with the original doctrine.

It is more like the opposite. He is a 'fake saint' with a strong personal will and desire, who is not opposed to sacrifice and martyrdom, and even has a tendency to self-destruct, and has extraordinary action power!"

Iori had stopped eating at some point, his deep eyes seemed to be staring at a certain point in the void, and his voice became heavy.

"This kind of guy is the most troublesome. His spirit and will are difficult to shake. Once he sets a goal, if you want him to stop, you must destroy him physically!

This may be biased...but we should be thankful that his ideal is in the direction of 'goodness'."

"I still don't understand...what does this have to do with Einzbern?"

Sera's throat moved up and down. Just listening to Iori's description, she couldn't help but get nervous.

"Everything in this world happens for a reason, and no one is an island, Sera.

The children rescued from the fire by firefighters will naturally have admiration for it, and the seeds of justice and ideals will take root and sprout.

Many survivors of earthquakes and floods will have an indelible sense of guilt or remorse in their hearts, which becomes an indelible memory in their hearts. "

Iori said in a tone that sounded almost like a sigh, “Amakusa Shiro was unable to save the weak people who followed him during his lifetime, and even after becoming a Heroic Spirit, he still carries a cross that cannot be removed.

For him, "saving humanity" is a great cause that must be accomplished as a matter of course, and no matter what sacrifices are made for it, it does not matter.

However, due to the limitations of his ability, vision and the times during his lifetime, he was not able to achieve any great achievements, nor was he able to obtain redemption.

I believe that when he was summoned to the world, he only had a strong desire to "save the world" but no specific action plan.

However, his encounter with Einzbern gave his ideals substance, making it possible for his illusory goals to be realized.

That is the [Third Law: Heaven's Cup]!"

"Hmm!" Sera's body trembled, "Same as us..."

"He needed a concrete plan, so he 'inherited' your ideals, but there were some differences in the details. He was more radical than you..."

"In that case, why can't we cooperate with him?"

Sera took a deep breath and said, "If we can achieve the goal of 'saving all mankind', then it doesn't matter who does it, right?"

“Yes, but if I have to choose someone to preside over this matter, as a Servant, I will naturally choose you - Sera.

After all, Amakusa's plan is very risky. If it goes wrong, it will cause inhibition or something. The most important thing is that I can't control this person...

Dear Master, I made a promise to you at the beginning that I would win. This is written into the contract, and I will seriously abide by and fulfill it.

Since the Holy Grail War is a competition, don't hesitate, use all your means, and fight hard, Master!"

Iori smiled confidently, "The only ones who can ascend to heaven surrounded by the souls of the Servants in the Greater Holy Grail are you and me!"

Volume 106: Death Comes to the Holy Grail War: Chapter : Anyway, let's go to the cafeteria first! (Two in one)

"Open the door quickly! That adult is coming back soon!"

In the castle of the Thousand Worlds Tree, the artificial people who looked quite similar quickly opened the door, ready to welcome the triumphant return of the heroes.

As soon as the door opened, a strong, damp and cold wind blew in with an indescribable ominous atmosphere, making everyone shiver. The sky, which was supposed to be dusk, had been covered by dark clouds at some point, and the sound of faint thunder could be heard from afar.

The waiting time was unbearable, but in fact only a few seconds had passed, and the thunder had quickly moved directly above the castle.

At this time, the artificial person guarding the gate realized something was wrong: "It's the upper floor! Go to the top floor!"

However, it was too late to prepare. A thunderbolt struck the top of the castle. The vibration spread throughout the castle along with the neighing of war horses. The magicians in their respective workshops subconsciously tensed their muscles.

This was not an instinctive reaction to hostility, because they were not qualified to be regarded as "enemies" by that adult. It was just that as beings who were inferior in every way, they were in awe of that ominous and powerful figure on a spiritual level.

"Well!"

Unlike many magicians and androids who were frightened, a plump, aggressive-looking beauty with glasses quickly recovered her ability to move, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she hurriedly ran out of her workshop.

At this moment, on the top observation deck of the castle, a corner of the wall that had been reinforced by magic shattered and collapsed, revealing a tall, majestic black warhorse. Its knight put away his spear and reached out to grab a cyborg girl who was nearly blown away by the aftermath.

"……Thanks."

The girl, with her feet dangling in the air, felt the unique cold touch of metal coming from her wrists. She stared blankly at the King of the Black Knights above her. For some reason, her indifferent emotional circuits became active, and a wonderful feeling slowly spread in her chest.

The Black Knight King said nothing, but silently pulled her up and put her on the ground. His actions seemed rough, but they protected the android girl well and did not let her get hurt.

"I was too careless. Please forgive me, Master Rider!"

The girl bent down to apologize, but the rider didn't mind at all. He didn't even move his head and kept looking straight ahead.

She dismounted and stroked her mount twice with extra tenderness. The pitch-black warhorse snorted coquettishly, and the hot gas brought out a few sparks, and then it turned into a spirit and disappeared.

Da da da!

"rider!"

The female magician with glasses quickly rushed to the observation deck and looked at Rider excitedly. She wanted to say something but noticed the android girl next to her and her expression immediately turned unhappy.

"What happened?"

"Lord Serenike."

The android girl raised her head and calmly explained to her, "I didn't control the distance well. When I wanted to greet Rider-sama, I got too close... It was Rider-sama who saved me."

"Ok?"

Serenike's willow-like thin eyebrows frowned: "Who gave you the power to get close to Rider?

Stay away from my rider. To have contact with a fellow like you is simply to defile the great king of knights.

Just artificial life, a cheap android, recognize your own identity!"

"Yes!" Even though he was insulted, this artificial man did not have the slightest resentment and accepted the insults calmly or numbly.

"Ah, Rider, I'm sorry, it's all my fault for being late." Serenike smiled and looked at the King of the Black Knights, "I won't let these lowly androids get close to you in the future."

Rider's identity is the famous "King Arthur" in Europe. He is not a holy sword wielder who is a wise ruler, but a cruel and ruthless king of the wild hunt who is summoned and is even more cruel than normal.

There is almost no sense of humanity under that armor, and even the master would tremble with fear.

As a knowledgeable magician, Serenika naturally knew the legend of King Arthur, so she was very averse to letting androids come into contact with riders - she naturally believed that Arthur would hate the existence of androids and clones.

But to her surprise, Rider did not get angry about this, but just glanced at the girl indifferently.

"It doesn't matter."

Rider swung his hand forward, and the precisely connected armor plates made a pleasant metallic collision sound.

"Master, lead the way."

"As you command, my king!"

-

In the magnificent meeting hall of the Thousand World Tree Clan, Vlad III sat on the throne and received the returning rider.

As the "king" of the black side, and nominally the commander of all servants and masters, Vlad III has an extremely honorable status in the castle. Even other servants will salute and show respect to him when they see him.

But only Rider would stand upright in the center of the hall, as if she was the master of the entire hall, with hard armor wrapping her up. Her proud and unmoved posture rejected all prying eyes, making both magicians and servants feel deep awe from the bottom of their hearts.

In terms of courage alone, even standing on the ground, Rider can compete with Vlad III on the throne and is no less inferior!

The Romanian Grand Duke propped up his head and looked at the rider below. He was not annoyed by her rudeness. Instead, he showed a confident and calm smile.

"Your aura is so unstable, could it be that the battle has failed?"

“This operation has lost its meaning.”

Rider's words were blocked by the helmet, giving them a metallic clang. His clear voice was free of emotion but still made people feel powerful.

"The enemy has multiple Servants and can retreat at any time under their cover. If we don't achieve results in the first place, the subsequent battles will be meaningless."

"I see. This is one of the possibilities I imagined. It's not surprising... It's just a pity. If we could have attacked and killed it earlier, this Holy Grail War would have almost ended."

Lancer's expression was somewhat amused: "Besides, you did fail, didn't you?"

“…I don’t deny it.”

Rider was silent for a moment and then spoke truthfully: "The red Lancer's spearmanship is the best I have ever seen in my life. His destructive power, willpower, and judgment are also excellent. Under the premise that neither side has released their Noble Phantasms, even I cannot defeat him."

"Lancer from the red team... I really miss him."

"Ok?"

"Don't mind, I just felt it."

Vlad III did not hide anything and said directly: "I once fought against him in a certain time and space. He is indeed a very difficult hero. In a fair one-on-one duel, among the people I know, there is no hero who can defeat him."

"That skill has surpassed the limitations of a single weapon. If it is replaced with a sword or bare hands, it can reach the realm of the inhuman gods... There are only one or two warriors like this among my knights."

Rider acknowledged the enemy’s excellence, but he did not become depressed because of it. Instead, there was a hint of excitement in his calm tone.

"He is a challenging opponent. I originally thought that this Holy Grail War would be a foregone conclusion, but now I am beginning to be interested!"

"It seems you are very satisfied, that's great."

Vlad III promised: "I will arrange the stage for your duel. This Holy Grail War will definitely be our victory. On this premise, I will fully satisfy your fighting desire and will never cover up your glory!"

The Black Knight King raised his head slightly, as if touched: "Thank you, Dragon Son of Romania."

"This is just the awareness that a 'king' should have."

Vlad III narrowed his eyes, as if thinking of something unpleasant.

"A hero should sing the praises of victory in the Holy Grail War, show his bravest side, fight against the most powerful enemy, and face the end with no regrets... I will never allow any behavior that tarnishes the dignity of a hero!"

"Your upright chivalry is admirable. If we were in the same era, I would also invite you to join Camelot and discuss politics together at the round table." Black Rider actually had a hint of smile in his words.

"Hmph! Stop thinking so highly of yourself!"

Vlad III raised his chin slightly and looked down at the Black Rider proudly: "I am the King of Wallachia, the eternal protector of this land. I am not anyone's knight, and I will not obey the orders of foreign barbarians!

Rider, you are no longer the king who is above everything else. You are just a general under my command."

"A true king has a heart as vast as the sea. Under my command, even knights from foreign countries can be reused and their talents can be fully utilized."

Black Rider stretched out his hand and clenched it tightly as if he was trying to grab something illusory.

"To seize all available power in one's hands, to ravage, conquer, and rule all equally, this is the way of the King of Britain.

The same is true for this Holy Grail War. Although I will accept your request as a collaborator, I will act according to my own will. "

"But even your Master obeys my orders."

Vlad III showed a provocative or smug smile: "All masters have recognized my authority. As a servant bound by a contract, whether you agree or not, you are actually my subordinate."

"You may be the Master's Master, but you are not my Master after all." Black Rider retorted.

"..."

The two looked at each other for a long time, and finally Vlad III was the first to laugh out loud, and his laughter was very hearty, which was a rare thing for him who had a melancholy personality.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this kind of confrontation with a wild beast. As warriors, generals, and kings, neither you nor I will bow to the other.

This is not a bad thing. The majesty of the king should not be violated!