Please Play Fate/GO With Me

The scythe rapidly absorbed the 'Great Source (Mana)' from the surrounding space. While not comparable to the Age of Gods, the mana in this mutated world was approaching the level of the 5th century, the era when the King of Knights lived, a time when Mystery and the present world were beginning to diverge.

Once the scythe had absorbed enough mana, Ade's connection was severed. A mechanical female voice emanated from the Scythe of the Grim Reaper.

'Simulated personality terminated. Mana collection rate exceeded prescribed value. Initiating release of second-stage restrictions.'

As if a key had unlocked a mechanism, the 'Mystery' held in the boy's hand revealed its true form, hidden within the first layer of the casing.

Ade (Kay) was the first seal of this Holy Relic. The personality that appeared in the casing was a safeguard designed to prevent the Holy Relic's mystery from being wasted in the present world.

The seals were divided into multiple stages. Even at the third stage, to unleash the Holy Relic's ultimate Divine Power, it was said that thirteen seals had to be activated simultaneously. Even this body was likely one of the Holy Relic's seals.

At this moment, the second stage of the Holy Relic in the boy's hand was unfolding.

The Scythe of the Grim Reaper expanded, changing its shape to form a 'Spear' that defied three-dimensional existence. It was a polymer overflowing with immensely condensed mana, a crystallization of Mystery that proved to the world that many myths and legends had indeed occurred.

Though called a spear, it had long surpassed the specifications of a mere spear. It was a pillar supporting the heavens, a erupting volcano.

[Holy Spear, anchor! — Rhongomyniad!]

The spear, transformed into a pillar of light, spun like a meteor made of spiral sun fragments, shining with the brightest light, evaporating the surrounding mana as it charged directly at the Demon Wolf.

In the blinding light, the Demon Wolf let out its final howl. This time, it was no longer filled with despair and hatred, but rather a sigh of relief, as if finally set free.

As it dissolved into fluorescence, Wolf King Rob looked up towards the distant horizon. Bathed in the holy light, he remembered the plateau where he was born, his wife with her snow-white fur, and the joy of running freely through the forest with his companions...

"Thank you, Shirou," Jeanne d'Arc said softly, watching the Demon Wolf disappear. Perhaps seeing her own reflection in the wolf king, the straightforward girl fell into a brief melancholy.

"I think if Jeanne can feel this way for him, the Wolf King must have changed too," Shirou said, stepping forward to gently pat the silver-haired girl's head.

Heroic Spirits, after death, ascend to the 'Root,' becoming beings outside the world, no longer bound by time.

In myths and legends, their endings are already fixed, and life and death are irrelevant.

However, if Heroic Spirits, like humans, possess memories and emotions, if they can experience and feel, then they too are capable of growth and change.

At least, Shirou didn't believe that the silver-haired girl before him was merely a fleeting dream or a shadow that would eventually disappear, as she claimed.

"Even if you have no past and no future, if you existed for even a single moment, you truly existed. I met you here, Jeanne, and to me, you are truly Jeanne, not a saint, but Jeanne, my comrade who fought alongside me. I promise I will never forget you," Shirou said earnestly.

"Is that so..." Hearing the boy's words, Jeanne let out a light laugh, different from before, more natural and beautiful. It was like a proud plum blossom, refusing to bloom easily before others, only revealing its true beauty to those willing to wait for it through the harsh winter.

However, the silver-haired girl quickly slapped away the hand Shirou had placed on her head, scolding, "Don't touch my head! Shirou! If you say any more of that disgusting stuff, I'll really burn you to death!"

"Shirou, don't mind this ungrateful assault woman. Her body is as solid as an iron wall, there's no need to worry about her," Artoria said.

"Oh my, Shirou, even in this world, you're super popular, just as I expected. If I weren't in this state, I'd definitely teach you my secret technique of diving for nine days and nine nights. The last person I was willing to teach hand-in-hand was Bedivere, even though he only has one hand, ahahaha!"

"This place was definitely the right choice. I ate my fill too, hahahaha! But my sister won't be easily handed over to anyone!" Kay, who had returned to his confinement within the box, laughed heartily, then warned in a very serious tone.

"Shut up! My affairs are none of your business! As a king, I command others, and no one has the right to interfere with me!" Artoria grabbed the boy's wrist and vigorously swung the small cage below her right hand, playing a game of pendulum torture.

"Waaaaaah, don't shake me! Don't shake me! Artoria...!"

Chapter 90: Phantom Demon Alliance

On the top floor of the cylindrical skyscraper, a bearded man who looked exactly like Shinjuku Archer appeared, though his eyes held a more cunning and fierce glint.

A black shadow flashed, and a handsome man with black hair and dark skin appeared, holding a longbow wreathed in blue flames.

"I didn't expect even a divinely favored hero to fail, leading to the defeat of that Wolf King. The plan must now change," the bearded man said with a cold expression and an emotionless voice.

"Shut up! Moriarty, I am not Arjuna, but the side of him he calls 'Black.' I will complete the task I promised you, but my only goal is to kill Shirou Emiya," the black-haired man stated coldly to the alliance.

"Indeed, compared to that perfect hero, you are more suited to this world now. With the Wolf King dealt with, Chaldea's Master's next target should be Berserker. I'd like you to go there. Assassin, you too," the middle-aged man called Moriarty said.

Professor Moriarty was Sherlock Holmes' arch-nemesis, cold-blooded and devoid of moral conscience. He had established the largest criminal empire in Europe in London, earning him the title of 'Napoleon of Crime.' More than half of London's cases were linked to him.

Before encountering Holmes, his crimes were never foiled, and he would completely destroy any evidence, escaping perfectly.

His professions were a mathematics professor and philosopher, author of "The Mechanics of Asteroids," a criminal genius whose intellect rivaled Holmes'.

This entity combined the German legend of 'The Freeshooter,' which tells of a military officer who must win a shooting competition to marry his beloved. In his anxiety, he was tempted to seek seven magic bullets from the devil, with the agreement that the first six bullets would hit their mark perfectly, while the target of the last bullet would be the devil's payment.

Under the devil's manipulation, the seventh magic bullet was destined to hit the shooter's beloved.

At this point, another handsome young man appeared. He had long black hair tied in a braid, golden-green eyes, a lithe but not overly muscular build, skin as fair as jade, with dragon tattoos on his arms and intricate embroidery covering his front and back.

"By the way, 'Black' brother, if you want to kill that man so badly, I can help you, you know. For that type, it seems easy enough to get close by becoming one of the women around him."

"Assassin! You are not allowed to intervene! I must kill that man with my own hands to quell the rage in my heart," the man calling himself 'Black' said agitatedly, the black mud on his face writhing as a result.

"I understand. Then I'll deal with the Master. What a sinful man, to be hated to this extent by such a Great Hero. Compared to him, we petty villains aren't much," the handsome young man said with a smile. His true name was Yan Qing, one of the 108 Stars of Destiny, the Heavenly Skill Star.

The rogue Yan Qing in the novel is depicted as a handsome man skilled in martial arts and wrestling, well-informed. He had wide social connections and was known as the foremost figure in the world of romance. As he was set in the Song Dynasty, he also had the custom of men wearing flowers in their hair at the time. Legends about him also include rumors of him being the male companion of the Jade Qilin and enjoying cross-dressing.

The phantom spirit he merged with is named 'Phantom Doppelganger,' originating from German folklore. In German, 'Doppelganger' refers to a ghost that closely resembles a person. Everyone has another self within their soul, usually unseen, but seeing it is considered an ominous sign.

Later, this evolved into the more famous legend: 'There exists another person exactly like oneself in the world. Upon seeing them, one will die soon after.'

After merging, Yan Qing became a Servant skilled in martial arts and transformation.

The black-haired, dark-skinned man, on the other hand, was a Servant Archer who had responded to a summons in this world.

Covered entirely in black mud, just as he said, the legendary hero Arjuna from ancient Indian mythology could not have appeared in this world. He was the dark side of Arjuna's heart, rejected by the divinely favored hero and separated from him. He had once appeared under the guise of Krishna.

However, this time, he had gained control of this body through the influence of the black mud. As one of the seven Servants summoned, he was transformed by the black mud. Unlike Arjuna, who revealed a smile he didn't want to show at critical moments, he never concealed his evil and cunning nature.

Unlike Perseus, who became enraged and sought revenge on everything after his value as a hero was denied, 'Black' was much calmer. However, the goal of all seven Heroic Spirits chosen by the black mud was the same: to kill Shirou Emiya.

The evil Servant left the tower after their conversation and disappeared into the night.

Meanwhile, the young boy and girl had already returned to the hamburger shop's basement.

"Here, Second Generation, you must be hungry. Come on, I've got different flavors of dog food for you." Shirou was preparing lunch for the white dog.

"Woof!" The white dog affectionately licked Shirou's hand, wagged its tail, and began to eat.

"Shirou! Don't you have anything to say seeing me like this? You do! Look!" Jeanne d'Arc stood before the boy, her hands half-open, turning to show off her outfit.

The silver-haired girl was now wearing a dark-colored plush coat, with a layer of black down covering her shoulders and neck. Beneath it, she wore a black dress with a low neckline that revealed her slightly protruding collarbones, like the most exquisite curve carved by a sculptor for white jade, sexy and alluring. A silver pendant hung precisely there, making the surrounding skin appear snow-white.

"Mhm, it suits you very well. Beautiful and cool," Shirou said.

"Right... Right, well... It's me, after all, so it's only natural," Jeanne d'Arc averted her eyes, shifting her gaze back and forth awkwardly.

"Mhm, you look quite cute like this too," Shirou said with a chuckle, seeing the silver-haired girl's childish demeanor.

"I know! I didn't ask you, stop staring at me!" Jeanne d'Arc pushed Shirou's face away and shouted.

"So easy to placate, this silly girl," Artoria muttered from the side.

"Artoria, you look very cool too," Shirou said.

"..." Artoria was silent for a moment, then coldly agreed, "Hmph! As a king, this is only natural. You shall be my captive with gratitude."

Although the girl's reply was cold, the corners of her mouth curved slightly upward.

"Shirou-senpai! What about me! What about me!" Gudako, unwilling to be left out, stepped forward and struck what she thought was a seductive pose, asking.

"Ah, cute, cute, devilishly cute..." Shirou casually waved his hand in agreement.

"Is that so, is that so, I'm cute," Gudako said with a smile, stepping forward and lightly kicking Shirou. "Why is there such a big difference in how you treat me?"

"No, even if you strike a pose in your Mage's Formal Wear and ask me..." Shirou said helplessly to the girl who was the most familiar stranger in every aspect. I've been changing your clothes every day in the game, and there are only a few of them. What more can I say at this point?

"Damn it, I want cool clothes too!" Gudako shouted indignantly.

Just then, the phone rang, and Gudako stepped forward to answer it.

The person who called was a man who called himself 'Edmond Dantès'.

He told Gudako the truth about the high platform built in the center of Shinjuku. The leader of the Phantom Demon Alliance was constructing a spear, attempting to destroy this world with this device and shatter the Earth.

To stop them, they had to defeat the Servants one by one. Shinjuku Rider had already been defeated, and the next target was Shinjuku Berserker.

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Chapter 91: For the Sinner, in Redemption

In Kabukicho, the streets were filled with swaying Coloratura Dolls, at least over two hundred of them. Another hundred or so patrolled the Shinjuku area regularly, capturing living people.

These were monsters created by the Berserker-class Servants, The Phantom of the Opera and Empress Christina. They appeared to be dolls on the outside, but humans on the inside. Within their hard shells, muscles were connected to still-circulating blood vessels, and internal organs were still beating.

However, their skin and bones had been stripped away, their personalities and brains long since collapsed. Only their bodies were controlled to act.

These were even more twisted than vengeful spirits. Even the souls responsible for their minds and memories had been stripped away, leaving only the 'po' that controlled bodily actions. They were empty shells without thought, half-dead yet not fully dead living corpses.

If there was any way to save them, it was too late. But half of their souls were still bound within their shells. Perhaps only by destroying that bond could they find release.

Servants in their Mad Enhancement state could no longer be communicated with. He viewed human appearances as ugly, believing only dolls possessed artistic beauty. If he needed combat power, there were countless other ways to achieve it; he had no need for such trouble. He had created these purely out of his own interest.

Empress Christina, as a doll, stood on the high platform and sang. The Phantom of the Opera listened with rapture beside her. When the song ended, all the Coloratura Dolls began to clap. Then they waited for the Empress to sing again, and clapped again.

This repeated, twenty-four hours a day, without interruption: singing... applause, singing... applause...

On the rooftop of a distant building, the boy and girl stood watching the situation in Kabukicho.

"This is already broken," Shirou felt the distortion of this world once again. Angered, he also felt sorrow for the lives lost.

"What's the point of saying that now? This world was always going to break. But these disgusting singing dolls, I just want to burn them all to ashes," Jeanne d'Arc said, crossing her arms with a frown.

"If it weren't for these buildings blocking us, I'd use my Noble Phantasm to annihilate them all at once!" Artoria declared.

The magic in this space was incredibly dense. Even the steel and concrete buildings were infused with magic, as if they were connected to ley lines, as hard as the floor tiles of a temple constructing a large-scale magic circle. Even a Holy Sword would struggle to destroy them.

"I have an idea. First, let's capture a Coloratura Doll," Shinjuku Archer spoke up.

"What do you plan to do?" Mash asked.

"We'll modify the doll slightly to make a bomb. The dolls return to Kabukicho at a set time every day. Detonating the bomb then will surely cause chaos, giving us an opportunity to defeat the two Berserkers, the Empress and the Phantom. But... Master, do you have the resolve to press the detonation device and kill these people?" Shinjuku Archer asked, looking at the red-haired girl seriously.

"I... I can," Gudako bit her lip and said stubbornly. She hated this method and didn't want to see anyone get hurt, but her past experiences had made her realize that saving the world was impossible without sacrifice.

Shirou stepped forward and said, "Uncle, if even the good side of you can come up with a plan like this, then your true self must be an irredeemable scumbag villain. That's a terrible plan."

"No! Shirou-senpai, I can do it!" Gudako said, clenching her fist.

"Don't worry, it hasn't come to that point yet. You might have to face even crueler choices in the future. But with me here now, I will never let you do something that would make you sad!" Shirou said gently and firmly, patting the girl's head.

"Oh ho, then do you have a better plan, young man?" the bearded man asked with great interest.

Shirou nodded. "Mhm, leave the Coloratura Dolls to me. The Berserkers will be entrusted to you all."

"Shirou, don't push yourself. Even with the Holy Lance, you can't defeat so many dolls alone," Artoria warned, staring at the boy.

"Yeah, why not just blow them up directly! You're so indecisive, I can't stand it. I'll stay and help you!" Jeanne d'Arc said with an annoyed expression.

"There's no need to defeat them. It's enough to let their souls return to where they belong," Shirou said calmly.

"Yeah, yeah, it's enough for me to help Shirou! We're experts at dealing with these things!" the box in the cage on his right hand spoke.

There are many versions of the legend of King Arthur. In different places, the King embarked on adventures and challenges with different knights, eventually dying due to rebellion from his subjects.

For example, in the legend of the Eternal King, the King was taken to Avalon by four witches or the Lady of the Lake. The King did not die but fell into a deep sleep, destined to return one day to save the world.

Among these, there are also legends about several burial sites of the King.

Ancient kings, to prevent revenge from their enemies after death, would build multiple tombs. Such instances were not uncommon.

As the most legendary king of Britain, tales of his burial sites are scattered across multiple locations nationwide. This young man is the current generation's gravedigger for one of these mausoleums.

Gravediggers are not magi, but they are experts at fighting 'Spirits'. Although they also possess Catalyst Crests, their purpose differs from that of magus lineages, and their abilities are singular. Thus, the requirements for an inheritor are not that high.

The young man, relying on the gravedigger's crest passed down through millennia within his body, controlled the Mage's Formal Wear "Ade" to fight.

"If they were evil spirits, it might require a fierce battle, but for these poor, consciousness-lost souls trapped in shells, it's only a matter of time," Shirou said calmly, gazing at the dense field of Coloratura Dolls underground.

"Hehehehe!! This is a great place! So many vengeful spirits everywhere, I'm going to have a feast this time!" The box, carved with eyes and a mouth, opened and closed, and the simulated personality within, Ade (Kay), cackled.

Coloratura Dolls are half-dead beings with broken bodies, containing fragmented spirits. Gravediggers bring liberation to all suffering spirits.

"Here we go, Ade!" Shirou's amber Mystic Eyes emitted a rainbow-colored light at this moment. Even though they were restrained by him, it was still insufficient to simultaneously contend with the siege of three hundred dolls approaching the level of Phantasmal Beasts.

Therefore, he had to strengthen his weapon as necessary.

Chapter 92: Black Mud Heroic Spirit Appears

The rainbow-colored Mystic Eyes spun with multicolored light, transcending time and space, connecting to the past of this Mage's Formal Wear, understanding its creation process, and analyzing the essence of its core. (Monthly fee group 694936135)

His weapon, in its usual state, was a cubic box composed of multiple parts, housed in a cage resembling a small birdcage. Its most core component was a replica of one of the Seven Great Weapons of Atlas, [Logos-Re-Act].