[FATEFGO] Master's Note

As if it was done deliberately, there were no soldiers blocking the way from the city gate to the government.For some unknown reason, even the entire city was evacuated. Walking on the road, I felt extremely gloomy.

The night wind raised the star-and-spangled flag on the top of the government building—the flag representing the Confederate States of America.

This journey was so easy that Shenmu Xiao couldn't even feel that he had indeed come to the confidant of the southern government.Her eyes wandered around all the time, almost abnormally vigilant.

Without Joan of Arc's company, she felt a little deserted for some reason, and she was obviously unwilling to talk to them much when she was there.Even if it is rare to speak, the words that come out are not pleasant.

Passing through the tall white colonnades, the mahogany gate leading to the interior of the South City Hall appears at the end of the corridor.

The end has come.

Shen Muxiao's footsteps paused for a moment, but she did not hesitate for too long.After a few quick steps, she grabbed the cool golden doorknob and pushed it open.

In the bright, warm orange candlelight of the room, they could see a woman standing before the upward steps, blocking their path.

She was wearing a plain velvet dress with suspenders, her olive skin looked a bit dull, her bare/exposed slender arms hung down her sides, her fluffy black curly hair was not tied up, and was scattered behind her back .She doesn't seem to be very old, she looks similar to Shenmu Xiao, but her thin body is not what it should be in this age group.

On the stairs behind her, a man stood half leaning on the banister.For this era, his attire is a bit too simple and gorgeous-he looks like a nobleman who often wandered in front of the king in ancient times.

His eyes were focused on the dark red wool carpet on the ground, and he didn't look away when he heard someone coming in.

"You are finally here... We have really waited for a long time..." She murmured, raising her eyes to scan the faces of each of them, "Why, the saint didn't come with you?"

The word "saint" in her mouth made Shenmu Xiao a little confused, but after thinking about it for a while, she realized it.The saint she was talking about was Joan of Arc.

Shen Muxiao couldn't bear to think of Black Joan again.She bit her lower lip lightly, and questioned the suspected southern caster in front of her, speaking in a somewhat aggressive tone: "Who the hell are you? I know you have bad intentions, and I can probably guess what small plans you are planning in your heart." .”

She didn't seem to hear Shenmu Xiao's question, she was immersed in her own thoughts, and she kept blaming herself: "Ah...it has come to such a point...why did she not obey my call, and she is still so far away from us What about the present world in a distant place? She, who had the same experience as us, can obviously become the best comrade-in-arms... Now even the Alter servant who served as a substitute is dead! Fortunately, I also augmented her Noble Phantasm. Still lost...it's all trash!"

She suddenly raised her voice, and the original worry was swept away, only resentment remained in her eyes, as if her personality had been switched in an instant.

"Who are you!" Shen Muxiao boldly asked again.

"Ah...we don't have a name..." She tilted her head slightly, "but they called us, 'Witches of Salem', so I have this title."

Witch of Salem, even a historical waste like Shenmu Xiao has heard of this name.

In 1692, the Massachusetts state government hunted down witches on a large scale. As long as anyone was even slightly suspicious, even if he was just an ordinary person, he would be tortured and imprisoned in a dark and humid prison until They will not be tortured until they admit that they know magic.

The hunt for the wizard lasted for two full years.

More than 160 people are said to have been charged, and one of them was tortured to death.But this is just a false statement fabricated by the government to cover up the facts. In fact, thousands of people were involved. As for the unfortunate deaths, not half of this number, at least as many as a hundred people.

Among the so-called wizards who were tortured to death were Indian girls who were about to marry, young black women who were about to give birth, and kind old women who were not sociable.

They cursed those judgmental judges, and their endless hatred gathered their grievances together, and gathered them into one person - the heroic spirit, the witch of Salem.

"We are all innocent people; even if they are wizards, have they done something bad? Obviously no!" She growled hysterically, her whole face was hideous. Bloodlines continue to spread on this continent, and their descendants have also acquired their habits. Therefore, if we want to clean up the entire world, we must start from here!"

Hearing the word "purge the world", the man standing on the steps raised his head slightly, squinted his eyes and glanced at her, with a hint of sneer at the corner of his mouth, he lowered his head again.

Archimedes, who caught a glimpse of his small movements, smiled and kept silent.

Martin was irritated by her words, and he snapped: "You have also involved those innocent civilians, what is the difference between you and those who persecute wizards!"

Witch Salem had never been aware of this, and now that Martin had mercilessly unveiled the cloak of justice covering her selfish revenge, she couldn't help being a little annoyed.

She hates people denying her path.

"It's noisy, it's noisy, it's noisy... shut up..." She covered her ears with her hands, hunched her shoulders, and kept screaming, "Shut up, all of you!"

Accompanied by her sharp voice, the surroundings instantly became pitch black, as if the candles were all extinguished in an instant.

But not so.

The candlelight was still beating, and the city hall was still as bright as day, and the only ones who couldn't see the light were Shen Muxiao and his party.

Unable to see anything clearly, all of Shenmu Xiao's sense of security was emptied all of a sudden, she froze in place, not daring to move at will, and didn't know what to do.

In the dark void, the voice of Witch Salem came.

"Retrospect in the pain of the past, sinner. Stop saying you are innocent—your very existence is original sin.

"The Trial of Mortals (INQUISITOR the Killer)"

The void began to crumble.

The count saw the gloomy Château d'If.

Gilgamesh descends to the imperial city of Uruk.

Akatsuki Kamiki returns to the day of the first snow in Yokohama.

"This is... what's going on..." the count murmured.

Witch Salem released the treasure just now, and no accident, he has probably been affected by the effect of the treasure now.In other words, this is just an illusion, a sham, not the real Chateau d'If.

Although the Earl knew this well, he still couldn't help the cold sweat from his back, and the simple breathing became very difficult.He gasped for breath, trying to calm down his frantically beating heart.

After becoming a Heroic Spirit, he had also passively descended to the Château d'If, but at that time he did not have such a great physiological reaction.But in this illusion, he felt inexplicably flustered.

His sight had completely adjusted to the dim surroundings, he calmed down and said loudly, "Martin! Master! Are you there?"

He didn't hear any response. It seemed that the others were not here, at least not in this cell.

How to get out of the illusion created by the Noble Phantasm is still unknown.The count let out a breath of foul air and pushed open the unlocked cell door. A white figure standing outside the door suddenly appeared, scaring him back a step.

Seeing the pale face clearly, the count exclaimed, "Father Faria!"

He didn't seem to hear the earl's voice, and stood there with his head down, without moving a bit.

"Father Faria..."

The count patted him lightly on the shoulder, and Father Faria fell straight to the ground, and began to twitch continuously, foaming from his mouth.

Wax flexion.It was impossible for the count to forget how Abbé Faria had looked the last time he fell ill.

Without the slightest hesitation, he rushed to the cell where Father Faria used to live, and found the potion in the hollow lattice at the foot of the bed.

Knowing that the medicine would not save Father Faria, who had a third attack, he went to get it anyway.

It was a pointless struggle, he knew it.

"Edmond." A woman sobbed softly, calling his name.

A name he had long since abandoned.

The Count was taken aback.

"Edmond, spare my son."

Mercedes—no, General de Morcerf's wife—said in a tone that was almost pleading.

The right hand holding the potion trembled violently, but the count quickly returned to normal.He stood up, as if he didn't hear Mercedes' voice, he passed her directly and walked to the door.

"Edmond!" Mercedes grabbed the corner of his cloak.

In the corridor, the figure of Father Faria disappeared somewhere, and the blond boy Edward de Villefort stood where Faria was lying.

Tanglar and Fernand came out of the darkness, and Caderousse appeared out of thin air, half leaning against the gray-black wall.

"Edmond," they called him.

"Edmond." They came towards him.

"What a troublesome treasure." The earl chuckled.

He glanced at the red potion in his hand, suddenly laughed, let go of his hand, and the glass bottle containing the potion fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"I don't feel guilty. Those who took away Edmond's happiness, I took what didn't belong to them, that's all. This kind of useless pressure doesn't have to be exerted on me anymore."

Almost at the same time as his words fell, the old people around him, together with the entire dungeon of Chateau d'If, turned into dust and disappeared into the air.

He broke through the Noble Phantasm of the Witch of Salem.

In the middle of the garden of the Uruk Palace stands a statue carved from a single piece of lapis lazuli, supplemented by gold and precious stones.

The king of Uruk specially ordered craftsmen to make it in memory of his best friend Enkidu.

Gilgamesh never thought that he would come back here.

He squinted around, but didn't see anyone, as if he was the only one in the whole palace.

No, he wasn't alone either.

Enkidu lay dead before his eyes.

His body was shriveled and thin.It turns out that when life comes to an end, people will become like this.

"After I leave, who else can stand by you without hesitation, and who else can understand your heart?"

When he was dying, Enkidu held his face and left such a sentence.Then, he completely disappeared from existence.

At the last moment of life, the clay figurine created by God returned to its original appearance—a handful of dust.

Gilgamesh knew that he was the favored son of the gods.Hercules endowed him with a graceful figure, the gods endowed him with a handsome face, and the gods endowed him with this supreme demigod body.

Even though he was favored, he still couldn't save his best friend.Under God's punishment, his divinity completely disappeared, and he was as fragile as a human being.

At this moment, Enkidu's corpse reappeared before his eyes without warning, and his last words before his death kept ringing in Gilgamesh's ears.

——After I leave, who else can stand up for you without hesitation, and who else can understand your heart?

Gilgamesh suddenly sneered, as if mocking the correctness of this statement.

"Don't think too highly of yourself, Enkidu," he murmured.

The lapis lazuli statue began to oxidize, Enkidu's face became unrecognizable, and gold and precious stones fell from the statue.

Gilgamesh didn't notice this change, his eyes were focused on Enkidu's corpse.

"There is no one in this world who will never turn back for this king."

No matter what he looks like, or whether he is strong or not, there is always someone who will subconsciously protect him. She is obviously the weak one, but she always doesn't know it.

Ahh, what a stupid guy.

Just thinking of Shenmu Xiao, his expression suddenly softened.

"So... rest easy, my friend."

The lapis lazuli statue collapsed, covering Enkidu's shriveled body.

The illusion began to shatter, and Gilgamesh escaped from the Noble Phantasm.

"Oh, what a childish trial." Gilgamesh sneered, and mercilessly mocked Witch Salem, "Is the bastard's ability so mediocre?"

The Noble Phantasm of the Witch of Salem can reconstruct and recreate the most untouchable memories in the recipient's heart, so as to destroy the recipient's mind and make them in a state of insanity.This Noble Phantasm is similar to the internal mechanism of the Holy Grail to some extent, and it cannot create illusions by itself.

Martin and Archimedes are resistant to this type of Noble Phantasm. After being stunned for a while, they quickly regained their sanity without being affected.The Earl and Gilgamesh quickly broke through her Noble Phantasm, which inevitably made her angry.Angrily, she attacked them several times in a row, but they all avoided them perfectly, and even counterattacked back.

"You guys... you guys..."

Witch Salem stared at them fiercely, her eyes were full of hatred, as if she wanted to kill them with her eyes.

Suddenly, her eyes glimpsed Shenmu Xiao in the corner.Seeing that her eyes were slack and she was still lost in the effect of the Noble Phantasm, Witch Salem laughed loudly, as if she had already grasped the trump card in her hand.

"Look, look! The master of Chaldea, who is deeply trapped in the past, now her spirit has been completely controlled by my Noble Phantasm—in other words, her whole body is now under my control. I She'll have to do what she's asked to do. Ha, it's fun!"

Her contemptuous tone made Gilgamesh feel extremely insulted.He was speechless with dissatisfaction, wishing to use Wang Zhibao to teach her to be a human being immediately, but when he thought of the burden he would bring to Shenmu Xiao when he used his magic power, he gritted his teeth, cursed a few words in his heart, and put away this thought.

"So, what order should I give? Hahahaha..."

Witch Salem jumped left and right to avoid Archimedes' attack.

"How about killing your own servants with command spells?"

Saying this, she giggled herself first, as if she had come up with the best decision in the world.

Shenmu Xiao raised her right hand as if she was sleepwalking.The Command Seal engraved on the back of his right hand glowed red.

"Master!" the count exclaimed.

Gilgamesh looked into Shenmu Xiaokong's eyes and said nothing.

In a flat, almost heartless tone, Shenmu Xiao said: "Use the first command spell to order—"

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This singularity is coming to an end soon, and I’m going to start writing sweet stories~

↓Siren Witch Heroic Spirit Card

Salem Witch SSR

Job introduction:caster

Skill:

Inherent Barrier (EX): The attack power of all enemies is greatly reduced

High-speed oracle (A): The NP of one's own side increases moderately

Forged Mana (A): Amplification of one's own single Noble Phantasm

Noble Phantasm:

The Judgment of Mortals (INQUISITOR the Killer) B-Anti-human Noble Phantasm

"Retrospect in the pain of the past, sinner. Say you are innocent—your very existence is original sin."

Reduces the defense of the entire enemy, with a high probability of inflicting insanity