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Reines answered without hesitation, "Don't you admire the Holy Sword Wielder and King Arthur? If so, then there's no reason not to go, right? After all, your Holy Sword was meant to be wielded for this moment, wasn't it?"

"That's exactly what I was thinking too, my master. It's truly wonderful to have met you," Lionheart replied with immense gratitude. "If I had another chance, I would definitely win the Holy Grail War for you!"

“Then forget it. You can just take the fragments of King Arthur. I have no more wishes now, and even if I had the chance, I wouldn’t participate in the Holy Grail War again.” Reines shook her head and then looked in the direction of Ryudouji Temple: “Besides, I will never let go again. I am already very happy, and I will continue to be happy.”

Although I was eager to go along, it's important to know my limits sometimes.

Given this situation, Reines knew without a doubt that she would become a burden to Rowe in the past, so she very rationally entrusted the situation to them.

After all, isn't it a wife's duty to trust her husband and wait for his triumphant return?

and so……

"I will strengthen you with all the Command Seals, Lionheart, and help me protect my elder brother."

Reines raised her hand, bidding a final farewell to her servant across the distance.

"Understood, Master. I will not fail in my mission!"

With a final farewell, Lionheart severed all communication with Reines and continued his relentless march to the final battlefield.

-

So...

Sure enough, someone like me isn't even qualified to set foot on the final battlefield.

Inside the cavern of Ryudou Temple, while King Hassan held back the enormous red dragon, Kiritsugu Emiya, without hesitation, slipped into the massive cavern and began desperately searching for his daughter in the darkness.

However, this does not mean that he deserted his post, nor does it represent his cowardice; on the contrary, it was the most correct choice.

After all, the battle between King Hassan and the red dragon was a realm that no human could possibly enter.

Rather than being pointlessly destroyed by area-of-effect attacks, what he still needs to do is save his daughter.

As he continued forward, the pool of dark silt reached up to his waist, and the burning sensation and the terrifying curse continued to spread across Kiritsugu Emiya's body.

Pain, malice, and all the sins of humanity.

These were all things that had once confused him.

Even so, even though he was in excruciating pain and his soul was being tormented, Kiritsugu Emiya's steps did not waver in the slightest. He continued to move forward in the dark mud, even though the echoes in his ears never ceased.

Give up.

You damned executioner!

The sins on your hands can never be washed away; once a murderer, always a murderer!

You're just running away. You'll never escape the consequences of killing your biological father and your adoptive mother.

Because you are...

A sinner.

Using your blood-stained hands will only tarnish your daughter, just like in the past.

You cannot escape.

Enduring the whispers in his ears, Kiritsugu Emiya continued forward, trembling all over. Finally, he saw the girl, as white as a snowflake, sleeping on the stone platform.

He reached out and, with trembling hands, lifted the tiny body.

Scenes from the past began to replay before my eyes.

In those sinful hands, he had killed the old, women, and even children. For his fanatical ideals, he had committed many unforgivable acts. Now, he could only sink into the mud, reaching out to gently scoop up the pure white snowflakes, praying for their safety.

This was his atonement, his redemption, and his final belief.

Kiritsugu Emiya continued forward, forward, even though his body had lost all feeling due to the corruption of the curse, he still kept moving forward, and even though there was no end in sight, his body never collapsed.

As he felt his will growing increasingly faint, he looked up at Illya sleeping soundly above him. Kiritsugu Emiya instinctively reached out a hand to her cheek, as if preparing to say a final goodbye.

But at that last moment, as if he was worried about something, his finger stopped in mid-air.

Will the blood of the innocent in my veins taint her pure soul? Will the inescapable sins clinging to me harm her? Is my very existence a disturbance to her?

Perhaps I should have died long ago...

He should have been buried with his wife ten years ago.

At that moment, Illya, who was lying in Kiritsugu Emiya's palm, opened her eyes. In her dazed state, she seemed to feel her father's warmth.

She spoke softly.

"dad……"

Upon hearing that gentle voice, Kiritsugu Emiya, who was already on the verge of his limit, smiled, and his eyes regained their clarity.

No, it still has meaning.

after all……

The self that was once unable to protect everything has successfully protected everything this time, hasn't it?

I'm already satisfied this time...

"Where are we going, Daddy..."

"go home."

Kiritsugu Emiya spoke softly, without any hesitation.

His steps became more steady, and his face was full of his signature smile.

Despite the lingering pain of the curse and the burning sensation throughout his body, what did it matter?

As a magician and assassin, he couldn't overcome the curse, but as a father, he could.

All he wanted to do now was hold and protect this tiny snowflake, and then...

Take her home.

"Oh my, oh my, this is quite a sight to behold."

The delicate petals danced in the air, and before anyone knew it, the black mud beneath their feet had transformed into a field of flowers.

But he kept moving forward, completely unaware that his body had long since lost all sensation.

until……

He saw it; a light appeared at the end of the sea of ​​flowers.

That was a figure, a reliable figure to whom one could entrust everything.

"Yes...you're here...that's great..."

"I'm leaving everything to you from now on."

Upon seeing this figure appear, Kiritsugu Emiya gently passed the snowflake in his hand, then, with a smile on his lips, like firewood that had burned out, his body completely lost its strength and finally collapsed quietly in the flower field.

"No, you should protect your snowflakes with your own hands."

"But... you've really worked hard. Take a good rest. Now it's my turn to take over."

Taking Illya from his arms, Lovi raised his hand and levitated Kiritsugu Emiya's body in mid-air, preserving his last breath.

After entrusting the father and daughter to Meryl's care, he looked up at the dark emptiness of the sky, then at the still obsessive red dragon, and slowly reached out his hand.

You have all done a great job.

Now, let me bring this all to a close.

When you wake up, everything will return to normal...

Chapter 397 The Disaster Subsides

call out!

A sudden whooshing sound rang out in the night. In an instant, a dark purple light streaked across the night sky at an extremely fast speed. Its figure arrived almost instantly, and in a flash, it pierced straight towards the huge red dragon in the sky.

The terrifying speed even left a long trail in the night sky, accompanied by sonic booms. Yet, even this lightning-fast attack was swept away by the rolling mud from the sky at the last moment before it was about to hit.

As the dark red light fell from the sky, the expression on the blue figure's face became extremely strange.

"It's this ending again... Honestly, this scene is really frustrating..."

With swift steps, Cú Chulainn quickly arrived at the scene and pulled the Deaththorn Spear from the black mud. He looked up at the huge red dragon in the sky, his heart filled with complex emotions. At this moment, he truly had no other options left.

Due to the restrictions of his class, he did not bring his own chariot this time, so he has no ability to fly. Therefore, no attack can hit him now. Even if he throws his Death Thorn Spear, the end result will only be that it will be covered by the falling black mud.

Because the enormous red dragon was merely a beast composed of black mud, it naturally lacked a heart. This meant that his Death Thorn Spear couldn't lock onto the heart at all. As for the performance of his Noble Phantasm just now, it seemed more like...

He threw the gun with tremendous force, and then nothing happened.

This scene made him feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

The compatibility between them is terrible no matter how you look at it.

Then he glanced at the other group of guys.

Hercules had already abandoned his initial state and was now going all out. He used all sorts of Noble Phantasms one after another. Just his continuous drawing and firing of the bow created the effect of a volley of arrows, which was enough to make Cú Chulainn feel ashamed.

This guy is a complete monster...

What about the others?

He glanced at Lionheart again.

I'm going to try and find some more validation from this Servant who's about the same level.

result……

But he saw that the Lionheart was fighting even more skillfully than Hercules.

Thanks to the replenishment of his Command Seals' magical energy, he is in an unprecedentedly good state, and his Noble Phantasm is also extremely effective in this situation.

He gripped a sword in each hand, and then a continuous stream of golden energy was hurled from between his two swords, creating a visual effect of an infinite firepower dual-sword style that made Cú Chulainn envious.

He suddenly felt that his Death Thorn Spear was somewhat embarrassing.

So, is there really a limit to how powerful a single Noble Phantasm can be?

hateful……

He really wanted to break the Death Thorn Spear in his hand and exchange it for his other Noble Phantasms so he could fire beam attacks with them.

Although that's obviously impossible, well...