Next, Shen Er, what's your business?

Chapter 557
The night is getting darker.

There are small springs everywhere in the sky garden that moves in the air, and Karna has always been used to bathing in such places.

It is not necessary for a Servant to do this, but the habit of life is still difficult to get rid of all at once.

Watching the incredible phenomenon of water flowing upwards, Karna silently washed his body.

Contrary to his luxurious armor and colorful guns, the man named Karna prefers a simple life.

Originally, armor and guns were not what he wanted.The armor was obtained by her mother's supplication to God, and the spear was given in place of this armor.

He was very grateful for this and considered it a great honor.

The reason why I, who was abandoned by my mother, survived is all thanks to the strength given by my father and the armor given by my mother.

He must survive without tarnishing his father's prestige.

This pointer has not changed even now that he has obtained a second life.

As a Servant, it is natural to obey the Master's orders, and Karna resolutely rejects any behavior that tarnishes his father's prestige.

But if the master has been controlled from before the summoning, it is no longer a question of how to act.

The Master is dreaming sweet dreams with empty eyes.Dialogue cannot be established, and communication of will is impossible.However, it can be known from his repeated sleep talk that he mistakenly thought that he had obtained the Holy Grail.

Knowing this is enough.I want to get the Holy Grail and fulfill Master's wish...

Of course, he knew very well that this was extremely difficult.

I'm afraid I won't be able to get there at all.Although the Holy Grail is close at hand, it is not a situation that can be taken away so easily. More importantly, his master has now been changed to Amakusa Shiro Tokisada who currently owns the Holy Grail.

Although I have no dissent, this is an undeniable fact.

It's really helpless.

However, such a situation is also common for the "giving hero" Karna.He will neither resent the previous master nor the current master.

Do what you can do within your ability.

Give as much as possible what is asked for.

Then seriously accept the full consequences of doing so.

——No, not all of them.

Karna remembered what he had been pursuing until now.

In this world, there is only one hero who constantly troubles Karna's heart.

His name is Arjuna, and he is a man who has various nicknames such as "Shining Crown", "Victor", and "Rich Man", and is loved by everyone.

The man who took everything from Karna in exchange for armor and a spear.

It can be said that Ah Zhou was the man who got everything without paying any price.

Could Karna's feelings for Arjuna be jealousy?Or is it some other emotion besides jealousy?

Karna didn't think about it until his death.Because he has never been jealous of any existence, it is impossible to give a specific name to this feeling that has been disturbing his heart.

At the beginning of this Holy Grail War, he also had a chance to understand this feeling.

The Saber of the Black—the face of Arjuna seems to exist on his body.When he heard his real name from Shirou later, Karna suddenly realized.

The tragic hero who inherits the blood of the royal family and gets wealth and fame and everything else—— Siegfried.

But unlike Arjuna, his end was extremely tragic—he didn't even have time to swing the dragon-slaying sword, and he was sniped at the only weakness of the invincible body and died.

Regarding the various Heroic Spirits participating in this Holy Grail War, Karna believed that they were all rare existences.As one of our own, we should inform each other, and as an enemy, we are rare and strong.In this sense, Karna can be said to "understand" the existence of Heroic Spirits better than anyone else.

However, the only thing that interested him was the black Saber.

Even if there are not many conversations exchanged with each other, if the weapons of each other have intersected hundreds or thousands of times, they can naturally understand something.

Although he is a very similar existence to Arjuna, he is always longing for something.

A man who has no regrets about the fact that he died unexpectedly, but is pursuing something new.

No matter who it is, he is worthy of the name and a true hero.

It was that kind of him who wished to fight himself again, seeing himself as an enemy that must be defeated.As a fighter, this can be said to be the highest honor, but also a joy.

For Karna, joy can only be encountered on the battlefield.

Although I am also grateful for all kinds of goodwill and warm dialogues, but there is a long distance between them and "selfish desires".There is no desire in it, no joy that makes your blood boil.

Only on the battlefield.Concentrating all his existence on the gun, freeing himself from his origin and the intentions of people in his own camp, and letting his "true self" run freely without any worries, will make him truly passionate.

That battle, that promise.

The sparks of swords and halberds are like twinkling stars.A good opponent who effortlessly counterattacks the self who is going all out, and at the same time urges himself to do his best.

Although it's a bit rude, it's really enough to make me feel that "my life exists for that moment of joy".

In a short time, I will experience this feeling again, and I hope this time I can recognize its true colors.

There was a change in the air, a sign of storms to come.

"come yet?"

Karna stepped out of the pool, silently put on the golden armor, picked up the sharp gun, and rushed to the battlefield of fate.

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Almost at the same time, Semiramis opened his eyes on the throne.

"—Hmm, are you here. Master."

"It's expected, I just don't know how they will approach."

Shirou, who was wiping the sword, raised his head, and Semiramis then activated the spell, projecting the outside world onto the ceiling.

"This, this is—oh, oh, it's such a big scene."

"Flying puppets, so many were produced in just a few days... I kind of understand why you want the black caster to surrender."

It's not Shirou's fault, Semiramis lamented so much, the number of bird-shaped puppets is really amazing, almost covering the entire screen.Under the cover of these puppets, the two had no idea where the enemy servants were hiding.

"Hmph, are you going to win by numbers? Let me praise you for being able to do this, but -- such a trick alone is not enough to get close to my garden."

With slender fingers weaving spells, commands spew out from the mouth that opens and closes.

"The defense function is activated, the attack spell is activated, and the 'Ten and One Black Coffin (Tiamtum Umu)' is activated! Watch carefully, master."

The mistress of the garden looked up at her Master as if showing off, and the latter looked back at her slightly surprised.

"..."

"Master? What's wrong?"

"You seem to be different, what happened?"

"No, no, nothing happened."

A trace of panic flashed in Semiramis' eyes.

"Really?"

"real!"

"Yes, yes, master, do you want your 'Shadow Servant' to fight with me? Now that you are ready, you should come out and say hello, just to protect my black coffin, didn't you say Are they capable of destroying the black coffin? I want to see how they do it."

"That's right, let the shadow archer and shadow caster attack, and I will arrange it. Shadow followers are good at everything, but their brains are not good, and it is difficult to order."

Shirou threw away the white cloth in his hand, put the sword back into its sheath, and quickly walked out of the king's room.

After confirming his departure, the empress on the throne let out a breath and concentrated on operating the attack technique.

This scene was accidentally seen by someone sitting in the corner, which inspired a new desire to create.

"The empress of Assyria will also show such an expression. It seems that a story has been added - um, um, we must be careful not to be discovered. Before the story is completed, we must not die."

Shakespeare is without a doubt the most famous playwright in the world.The stories he writes can even be sublimated into Noble Phantasms, no matter how absurd and fantastic the story is.The only thing that can't be done is uninteresting things. As long as he thinks it is interesting as a writer, his pen can push things forward and reverse cause and effect.

With strong enthusiasm, he silently typed a line on the keyboard.

——The empress has already fallen in love, but what about the saint who has the opposite life trajectory but has never experienced the taste of love?
(End of this chapter)