My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Joan of Arc had no weapons, and Artoria didn't have a sword. This was originally a world of phantoms. No matter how fierce the fight was, it would be impossible to decide the outcome, and the arrows shot would have no effect.

What the arrow reflected was Atalanta's will, which was the simple will of revenge that said, "If you kill these children, I will kill you."

It was not that she fell under the charm of little Jack, nor was she under any coercion to stand on the opposite side. Heroes all have scars that are never allowed to be touched by others. For Atalanta, the dashing huntress, her only weakness is the children. Once a child reaches out to her for help, Atalanta He will respond to them regardless of justice or evil.

Even though they can never be redeemed, Atalanta will probably try her best to save them. No matter what level of despair she experienced, she was still unwilling to give up.

——This is not without reason, because the reason why Atalanta responded to the call and came to this world is to provide relief to all the babies in the world and create a world where all of them can receive care and happiness.

As we all know, when Atalanta was just born, she was abandoned by her father in the mountains for the reason of "I don't want a girl." Witnessing this scene, the moon goddess Artemis felt pity for her, so she sent a female bear to raise her. She grew up to become the most famous and beautiful huntress in Greek mythology.

...To this day, Atalanta still retains a memory.

She still remembers the scene when she was abandoned very clearly.

She frantically waved her hands and feet to look for her parents - but she couldn't find her mother, and her father abandoned her.

She remembers longing for help, for someone to hold her hand.

As a result, her wish was not fulfilled. She just kept crying and stretched out her hands for help, falling, falling, falling in the terrifying ocean——

The psychological shadow of being abandoned has not been cured throughout his life.

Even after she grew into a beautiful girl and became a famous hunter, she still remained lonely. She had friends and companions who had gone on many adventures aboard the Argonaut. But in her entire life, she has not found anyone worthy of her love, and she has no intention of looking for him.

Even if she reunited with her father in the end, her father was only happy because she could be used as marriage material. In the end, his father never loved his daughter from the beginning to the end.

——I just long for love.

I just want to feel free love that does not come from lust, fame and power.

If your life is already like this and you can't get anything anymore, then at least leave this tenderness to your future children.

For this goal, Atalanta would not hesitate to sacrifice herself.

The moment she was swallowed by Little Jack's mist, Atalanta saw hell.

London Fog, Whitechapel - for certain people, there is no doubt that it is a hell. It is already difficult to survive, let alone live a dignified life.

In a world where even girls as young as nine have to sell themselves to survive, what dignity is there? The stench from leather factories and meat processing plants is often permeated, and rats and cockroaches strut around the streets.

There is no strong person at all. Everyone there is a miserable weakling, a miserable victim, and also a cruel perpetrator.

Yes, this is hell. Children, there are children, there are many children, their eyes are like dead, they have already understood that there is no love in this world.

"I will save you! I will save you! I also fell into hell like you in the past, but I was still saved! I hope you can experience that joy, that joy!"

It was this tragic wish for redemption that made Atalanta stand in front of Joan of Arc and Artoria.

Facing Atalanta, who was mentally paranoid, Joan gave up praying, stood up straight and said:

"You should also understand that these children can only increase their companions while they are alive. Returning their souls is their salvation."

[In the moment of rest, I have not forgotten my songs, my prayers, and myself]

"Shut up! What kind of rescue is this!" Atalanta shot arrows at the two saint girls with an expression that was almost about to cry. Joan turned her head to avoid it, and Artoria grabbed the arrow and her eyes became Get sharp. But Atalanta ignored her and stretched out her hands to destroy children, and Joan of Arc was her priority target of hatred.

"Saintess, why are you waving the flag on the battlefield instead of drawing the sword! Is it to avoid killing people? To prevent your hands from being stained with blood——"

"—Is that what you think, Red Archer?"

Facing the frank and pathetic Atalanta, Joan responded with a cold voice, pointing out the fatal mistake in her mouth.

"Because I didn't use a sword, my hands weren't stained with blood? How is that possible?"

Memories played uncontrollably in my mind. The girl standing on the pile of enemy corpses waved her arms, and then the fully armed marshal drew his sword and shouted. The sound of horse hooves sounded like thunder on the battlefield. The cavalry waved their weapons mercilessly, destroying the people in front of them. The enemy cut them off in the middle and trampled the fallen loser into mud until the blood splashed out completely dyed the girl's beautiful face and the flag behind her red.

"I participated in that war, and I decided to participate in the battle. From that moment on, my hands were stained with blood." Breaking free from the memories, Joan of Arc declared without hesitation, "Please don't underestimate it. I will not hesitate at all to eliminate them."

【With my lightness, remove all burdens】

After hearing this, Atalanta's expression became ferocious for a moment, and she shouted like she was biting:

"Then you are not a saint at all!"

"That's why I never considered myself a saint."

Compared to Atalanta who shouted loudly, Joan's voice was always calmer, but the will contained in this calmness made both Artoria and Atalanta couldn't help but widen their eyes.

"This is the world of their memories...it's just a phantom born of residual longing. Do you want those children to suffer in this chaotic world forever, Archer? Please get out of the way!"

[Rest in my hands, anointed and sealed for your sins]

There was a solemn chant coming from the distant sky. Under Joan's invisible and heavy oppression, Atalanta's eyes showed struggle and her arms were shaking. But even so, the huntress was still stubborn. The ground stood in front of the children.

"I...refuse! If I abandon these children, who will love these children! Your God?!"

This sentence, this sentence alone - made Jeanne look away slightly.

The Almighty Lord only exists in the hearts of people. Even if there is such an omniscient and omnipotent existence, it will not be able to free ourselves from the sins caused by human beings.

There are no evil people here, there is just a "system", which is the shadow, or abscess, that humans cannot avoid in the process of creation and development. They cannot blame anyone, and they cannot save anyone. It is impossible to save this situation because this behavior itself is not recognized by the city.

There is only one way to get relief——

【Eternal destiny, given by death】

"Who is it, who is talking in my ear? Shut up, shut up!"

Joan of Arc's silence drove Atalanta into further madness. She held her head in pain, letting the black air on her arms burn her face. At this time, she had lost her natural beauty, and was just a trapped beast in a cage. Struggling desperately.

【Forgiveness is now】

Footsteps and chants sounded in no particular order. When the three people followed the sound, a British gentleman in a coat walked out of the shadows. Under the restraint of his civilized stick, the vague outline turned into fly ash, and in the golden light Disappeared.

"Huh?" After seeing the three people confronting each other, doubts rang out. The young gentleman's footsteps paused slightly, as if he wanted to pretend that nothing happened and stay away from this place of right and wrong. However, under Artoria's death gaze, he still Smiling wryly, he stroked his chest and saluted.

"Good evening ladies, you're not having a particularly nice day today, are you?"

Arturia snorted, and Joan fell into an eerie silence. Atalanta did not look at him, but stared straight at the golden ball of light floating in Shuo Yue's hand, and a sense of suffocation enveloped her.

"What did you just...do?"

When Joan of Arc and Artoria were both on the opposite side of her, Atalanta at least hoped that Shuoyue would firmly tell the answer she wanted to hear.

As long as he is willing to lend a helping hand, Atalanta will definitely shake it back; as long as he speaks words of comfort, the warmth will definitely make her grateful for the rest of her life.

So please, please help me, don't abandon me like my father did -

With pleading eyes, Shuo Yue lowered her eyebrows and took out a card from her pocket. The card shone with a faint luster, then dimmed for a moment.

There was a 'click', and the sound seemed to come from the nine heavens, but it drove Atalanta into the deepest netherworld.

"The time has come." The young gentleman said among the flying card debris, "Let's put an end to this."

"What, don't-" Realizing that something was wrong, Atalanta raised the Sky Bow, but her arms were shaking uncontrollably. She could not aim the arrow at the young man anyway, and could only bite her lips out. With blood and tears streaming down his face, he watched Shuo Yue gently closing his eyes, and his low voice resonated with the atmosphere.

"By my own flesh I swear - "Give mercy to this soul (Kyrie Eleison)"."

The white-gold aura instantly broke through the atmosphere, soaring straight into the sky like a pillar of light. It was like a sharp iron needle that penetrated from the inside out, piercing the shell of the miserable world and reaching heaven.

It blew up the gentleman's coat, expanded at an extremely fast speed, passed over Atalanta, who stretched out her hand to hold her back, and wiped out all the children behind her. Before the coming destruction, the children showed no reluctance. They just stood hand in hand and accepted it all with empty eyes.

That nihilistic look hurt Arturia and Joan of Arc, and opened an indelible wound in Atalanta's heart, dripping with blood.

In another corner of the fantasy, a woman was holding a little child. The blood that had flowed out due to the backlash had dried up. In the severe pain and trance, she heard the black magician's cards inside her body collapse little by little, and she screamed sadly. Turn into powder and dissipate.

The evil thoughts left in the illusion swarmed towards the dying mother, but even so, she still held the comatose little girl tightly in her arms. Even though her consciousness was about to be lost and her face was as pale as a ghost, she refused to let go no matter what.

"I won't abandon you again, little Jack..."

The golden light rises, echoing the power of purification in the distance. The distant ideal land protects the ill-fated mother and son, saving them from the final disaster, until the sky breaks, and the fog of despair is dispersed by the streets of Romania.

The fog cleared, and somewhere in the deserted place, the heroes finally saw each other's faces clearly.

"Assassin...you killed them."

Like a wounded beast, Atalanta stood up staggeringly and cast a desperate look at Shuoyue.

Regarding the unfamiliar title, Shuo Yue was stunned for a moment, but she still nodded calmly:

"Yes, it is true that I killed them—if they were considered alive."

He is an enemy, an existence that is absolutely incompatible with him——

But why is my heart so painful? !

Atalanta stood up slowly, trying her best to pour murderous intent into her heart, and shouted in a trembling voice:

"Really, are you also one of those who abandon them? Those children just want to live, are you also one of those who want to trample on them!?"

"No matter what I say, you won't accept it." The young gentleman sighed, and Atalanta almost broke her teeth in the face of that guilt-free gesture.

"Those children can be saved!"

"It can't be saved. In any case, these things are evil spirits, so no matter how much they crave warmth, the person who gives them warmth will be trampled by their own hands."

"Shut up!"

The arrow broke away from the bowstring and shot at the young man in front, but Shuo Yue did not move. She just stared at Atalanta's tearful eyes and allowed her shoulder to be shot through.

"Sakuyue...!"

"Are you OK!"

Artoria and Jeanne reacted immediately, but the moment they spoke out, Atalanta aimed her spear at them, and her anger poured out with the flying arrows.

"They can be saved... they can be saved...! Even if my power is not enough, I should be able to save them with the power of the Holy Grail!"

"Holy Grail..." Joan of Arc opened her eyes slightly while resisting the flag.

Can such an empty and painful wish to save all suffering children really be fulfilled by the Holy Grail?

"Holy Grail." Another voice sounded from Shuo Yue's mouth. He murmured in a low voice. He finally recovered from the inexplicable emotions, pulled out the arrow from his shoulder and broke it, then stretched his arm towards the dawn in the sky.

"Come, Sul-sagana, the horizon of dawn that burns all the seas!"

Under the miracle of magic, the brilliant dawn took shape, and the slender giant sword spread out like demon wings, burning the surrounding atmosphere wantonly and falling with a roar.

"Hmm!" Atalanta sensed the crisis and had to stop her movements and withdraw from the attack range of the divine sword. The cool breeze of dawn slightly dissipated the madness in her eyes. She took a deep look at Shuo Yue and quickly withdrew from his warning range.

"I will never forgive you, Shuo Yue! I will never forgive your behavior! Just wait for me! I, Atalanta, will shoot you all without leaving a trace!"

The figure of the huntress disappeared into the darkness before dawn. Shuo Yue watched for a long time, then turned around and looked at the dying Sixth Director Lingxia, who was lying on the ground, and the sleeping Jack the Ripper in her arms.

...No, thanks to the mother's efforts, her child has escaped from his tragic fate.

Artoria knelt in front of her, stimulating the power of Avalon, while Joan of Arc stood not far away, casting a complicated look at him.

Against the light, Shuo Yue put her hand on her forehead and sighed in a low voice:

"Sure enough, people have their limits..."