"It's really an unexpected situation.
I didn't expect this gun to belong to the Son of Light.
It was a miscalculation."
The spear was inserted into the ground.
As the magic spear left his body, Karna squatted down and knelt on one knee.
Blood kept spilling from his mouth.
He has lost, his spiritual core has been shattered, and his body is about to disappear.
In this case, Karna raised his head and looked at Emiya standing in front of him.
"Black's caster, no, Emiya Shirou, this power is indeed powerful.
You, who came from the future, were able to achieve this level without being famous.
You are worthy of the name of a heroic spirit."
"Did you guess it?"
"Of course, my intelligence is not weak, so I naturally guessed it."
The hero who gives alms has the honor to ask the weak about their life and value in a lonely body at the end of the world, and has the power to grasp the essence of the other person.
It was this skill that made him understand the essence of Emiya's identity as a heroic spirit.
Karna smiled.
"This Holy Grail War is really an honor.
The dragon slayers of the Netherlands, the heroes of ancient Greek mythology, the knights of Camelot, etc., as well as you, the hero from the future, were in this situation last time.
For that guy, only that event can be compared to this Holy Grail War.
However, this time is a real event for me."
"Indeed, this is the only meaning of something like the Holy Grail War."
"Hmm, maybe, woo" The body has begun to dissipate, and Karna will completely disappear in less than a minute.
At this moment, the hero of charity made a request to the agent from the future.
"Black's caster, if you can, I hope you can promise me something."
"Is it about your Master?"
It was easy for Emiya to guess what the charity hero was thinking.
After all, Karna's original promise to Amakusa Shiro was to ensure the safety of his master.
"I'll try my best."
"Thanks" After saying that, as if he was satisfied, Karna slowly closed his eyes, and slowly dissipated in this world full of swords.
Compared to the battle that was cursed by the gods during his lifetime, this Holy Grail War allowed Karna to wield his spear as much as he wanted.
This second life experience should be relatively fulfilling for him.
The world of mental images dispersed, and Emiya returned to his original place.
It was blocked for almost five minutes.
However, in these short five minutes, his magic power was greatly consumed.
Fortunately, the supply of magic power had been transferred to the master, and there was also the demon supply of the gem sword, so he could still hold on.
After letting out a long sigh of relief, Emiya started moving forward again.
"If she was a saint, why did she kill us?"
"You hold the holy flag in your hand and you want to harm us."
"We are not sinners, we are just ordinary people who stand in a different position from you."
Unlike the fierce battles everywhere, the battle faced by Joan of Arc was more severe.
In other words, the battles faced by others are battles in which Noble Phantasms, martial arts, magic, etc. will maximize physical damage.
But what Joan of Arc faced was the torture from her own inner world.
Just like what Emiya had experienced before, the most unbearable past in his heart was completely revealed before his eyes.
This is the red square caster.
The moment has come for Shakespeare's treasure to begin.
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There should be thunderous applause firstfoio.
Perhaps it was a trick of fate that Shakespeare, a literary giant who once discredited Joan of Arc, became a Heroic Spirit and his Noble Phantasm was almost aimed at Joan of Arc.
Although it is a Noble Phantasm that has no effect on the physical level, it is the worst thing for some heroic spirits.
There are few heroic souls who have not been traumatized, and Shakespeare can pull out the inner trauma of others and laugh at it, or criticize it so thoroughly that it makes the target feel frustrated.
The more confident you are in your body, the easier it is to fall into this Noble Phantasm.
Only a few people who can assert that their lives are pure and pure can ignore this Noble Phantasm.
However, how many such people are there?
Even gods cannot guarantee it, and the same is true for saints.
The country girl who raised the holy flag and came to the battlefield just to defend her homeland had to stain her hands with blood on the battlefield.
This was undoubtedly the cruelest thing.
Although he kept talking and had this realization, the feeling of guilt in his heart was unavoidable.
Facing the insults from the undead in front of her, Joan of Arc quietly accepted the insults.
Everything they said was correct.
Although she is a saint, she still waves the flag and endorses behavior that harms others.
That shouldn't be the behavior a saint should do.
In the past, Saint Martha used the power of prayer to drive away dragons What he is doing now is just working with others to defeat other commanders.
That's just it.
However, one thing they may have thought wrong is that this legendary girl who came from the countryside to the battlefield has never recognized the name that the world calls her.
"That's true.
I'm by no means a saint.
That's what I think."
Even though I have extremely devout faith, devote myself to praying to the Lord every day, and even become a being who receives revelations, I still think so.
Joan of Arc raised her head and looked at the enemies in front of her who were constantly hurling evil words at them, the undead souls who died because of her, and faced the heaviest places in her heart.
"Caster, don't do this kind of trick anymore.
Indeed, my hands are already stained with blood.
To be honest, the moment I died, I was even convinced that I would go to hell instead of returning to the embrace of the Lord.
No matter what, I am a grievous sinner, but I will never regret anything I have done."
The words she spoke shattered all the enemy and own soldiers.
They turned into dust and slowly disappeared together with the battlefield filled with blood and smoke.
"Caster, you've prepared the third act, right?
Let's start quickly."
The decisive answer was beyond the expectations of the red player, Caster.
Joan's will was stronger than he expected.
However, the drama has not stopped, and the curtain has just opened.
Shakespeare said this in his heart.
"Okay, okay, of course.
This is a story to explore whether your life is a mistake, and if it is a mistake, whether it should be corrected.
So now let's enter the third act."
The tied body, the burning rack standing on the execution platform, everything seemed to reappear as if it were yesterday.
"Caster, it's useless.
Even if you reproduce him in your script, it will only repeat the same scene as before.
This Noble Phantasm cannot cause physical pain."
"Of course it's more than that.
Yes, I'm afraid my Noble Phantasm is not even qualified to make you bleed.
However, Joan of Arc, the real ending of the drama will not come until the curtain is revealed.
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You can slowly look forward to what it is.
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