Siegfried the Hero

The key to the formation of the original French Singularity began with Gilles de Rais receiving the Holy Grail from a figure claiming to be ' King Solomon '.

The infamous Bluebeard summoned the ' Jeanne ' he desired, and the reappearance of the supposedly dead Joan of Arc of Arc was a deviation at a critical juncture in history. However, the Holy Grail does not only summon one Heroic Spirit, and Gilles de Rais summoned more than one Servant.

Rather, they are multiple heroes from Human History, united under the banner of the ' Dragon Witch's ' forces.

At this very moment, within this Golden Hall, before the Dragon Witch, stood only this group of people...

"Oh? There's been no news from that evil dragon at all?" A tall man grinned. He was shirtless, with dark skin, short blond hair that swayed on his head like wild grass, and a rugged face. He exuded a fierce and valiant aura.

With pale hair hanging down and wearing a black leather coat, the old-looking Heroic Spirit pondered, "Hmm... it is indeed surprising. Although I don't like it, I have to admit that the evil dragon is indeed extremely powerful."

"Really? You think so too, Vlad?" The shirtless man grinned. "To be honest, I'd love to wrestle with that dragon's horns... You too, Vlad!"

"I think I'd better pass." The old man shook his head. "I don't enjoy fighting my own kind, Mr. Beowulf."

He looked ahead.

Even he, Vlad III, the infamous vampire archduke, the prototype of Count Dracula, Romania archduke who was infamous for impaling others in medieval Europe, seemed somewhat wary of the shirtless man.

Because he was the first Dragon Slayer, Beowulf, the protagonist of the oldest Norse epic.

In a sense, it is the etymology of the word 'berserker'.

The original dragon-slaying hero.

At the same time, he is also a 'king' who is passionate about fighting.

"Haha, that's a real shame!"

Beowulf received a response and grinned broadly.

"Hmph, boring." The Hunter Girl, dressed in a forest-colored outfit, crossed her arms and snorted disdainfully. "A dragon is a dragon, it's probably off causing trouble somewhere."

"No, Fafnir is a cursed dragon; what he seeks shouldn't be that kind of thing." The white-haired old man shook his head, and then he saw the girl turn and leave. "Miss Atalanta, where do you want to go?"

"Now that prey has come knocking—naturally, we should go and see for ourselves what it is!"

The girl with long green hair didn't turn her head, the ends of her hair, which reached her knees, tinged with a pale yellow.

"Although we're on the same side, our ideologies are ultimately different!" Vlad III remarked.

Among those present, Jeanne of Dragon Witch, born from hatred and revenge against noble families, goes without saying; Beowulf is the kind of berserker who only desires to fight powerful enemies; and Vlad III himself is a tyrant feared by the world for his cruel treatment of his enemies.

But Atalanta is different.

As a famous hunter in Greek Mythology, her life did not intersect with other Greek heroes, but she always followed the path of 'order'.

"Or rather, it's quite surprising that she's managed to stay until now, instead of leaving as soon as she appeared in the world like that Dragon Taming Saintess!"

Unlike the chaotic ones... Wait, didn't that girl's hero have any interaction with the other heroes?

Vlad III fell silent for a moment, sensing something strange.

But they quickly put this strangeness behind them.

He took a breath and looked up.

Jeanne of Arc Dragon Witch, sat enthroned on her golden throne, watching them speak, silent and deep in thought.

"So, what is your decision?"

"Decision?"

The black-clad Dragon Witch scoffed, "Just wait."

"No matter who the enemy is—"

"Those who dare to block our path, crush them!"

A crisp, cold voice echoed through the hall. Vlad III stared at the empty throne and Jeanne, who had just left. He was stunned.

Beowulf, standing nearby, exclaimed with anticipation, "I hope that what comes is a formidable opponent that I can fight to my heart's content!"

Vlad III fell silent for a moment.

Really... is it necessary to make any preparations in advance?

This is war!

Why do I suddenly have this feeling that I've been tricked into boarding a pirate ship?!

The elderly piercing expert inexplicably wanted to facepalm. Was the whole gathering of them here just a simple get-together?

Atalanta paused abruptly as she left the Golden Hall. The wind blew up the hem of her lush green dress, and her black legs, extending from her shapely hips, stood upright on the stilted floor.

The Greek Hunter Girl was momentarily dazed.

she--

They had already received the existence of 'themselves' from the Origin Universe.

Integration and unification.

"Hmph, Rovi is here too?"

This is why the Hunter Girl left first.

"Martha... that guy, I'm afraid he's like that too!?"

A gentle breeze blows, and on a hilltop, a white-clad Saint Maiden raises her head.

She raised the cross-shaped spear in her hand, a hint of joy appearing on the girl's pretty face. "Has my lord arrived?"

"Huh?!?!"

"You want me to dress up as a 'witch'?!"

Inside the closed carriage, Joan of Arc sat regally on her seat. This patriotic girl who led France out of its predicament had a head of dazzling golden hair, with smooth strands tied into a braid at the back of her head, and a pair of beautiful blue eyes beneath the ends of her hair hanging down her forehead.

She wore a black, form-fitting dress that tightly outlined the girl's graceful figure. Her slender waist swayed upwards, and her wide-set hips pressed against the dress, smoothly outlining her rounded shoulder blades. Her thighs crossed and radiated a jade-like white glow.

Jeanne Arc turned her head to look at the man's serious expression and couldn't help but gasp.

Rovi nodded and smiled, "This is a revelation from 'the Lord', you know?"

"But, but..."

"No buts, I believe you can do it!" Rovi smiled. "Besides, you don't want to be a burden to others, right?"

"Hmm..."

Jeanne lowered her head, ultimately unable to refuse.

After all, this is indeed the will of the 'Lord'.

The person before me is God's true form on earth...

"I'll give it a try!"

"Very painful."

Rovi nodded in satisfaction. He looked out the window; the bumpy, swaying carriage was being dragged forward by the dragon disguised as a steed, and the scenery on both sides was rushing past.

After successfully subduing Fafnir, Jeanne of Arc naturally arrived.

After confirming that Rovi was indeed the 'Lord' she had sensed, the France saintess thought she would become extremely excited.

She was a devout Catholic.

He had genuinely received revelation from the Lord during his lifetime, and under the Lord's guidance, he led the France army to victory in every battle, reversing France's disadvantage during the Hundred Years' War and delivering a devastating blow to the English invaders.

Therefore, for Jeanne of Arc, the Lord was a real being.

However, to her own surprise, Jeanne was neither excited nor did she have any intention of kneeling down immediately.

On the contrary, it appears friendly, natural, and relaxed.

In front of Rovi...

This is a true saint.

A feeling of comfort that makes one feel as if bathed in a spring breeze.

Jeanne suddenly realized this and became even more certain of it.

Since the Lord's body has come to earth.

The devout saint naturally followed.

And so this scene unfolded—the scene of the evil dragon being towed.

Joan of Arc was persuaded by the Emperor.

"I never imagined you would be a 'saint' of the Monotheistic Church?" At the other end of the swaying and bumping carriage, Ritsuka blinked her red eyes, slightly surprised.

"Senior, be more polite." Mash next to her seemed a little nervous.

Ritsuka waved her hand, "It's alright, Mr. Rovi is a very nice person, isn't he?"

"Fou!"

The small white beast leaped from Mash's shoulder and landed squarely on Rovi's lap.

Rovi withdrew his gaze from the scenery outside the window and casually stroked Fou's hair, which had jumped onto his lap. The hair was soft to the touch, like petting a cat, which made Fou purr contentedly.

He smiled and said, "Since you all call me a 'saint,' how could I possibly have a bad temper?"

"What do you think, Mr. Romani Archaman of Chaldea?"

Ritsuka and Mash were stunned for a moment.

Then, in the next second, the 'watch' on Ritsuka's wrist suddenly lit up, and a gentle-looking figure appeared within it.

It affects transmission, enabling 'video conversations' that transcend time and space.

"Ah... I'm sorry, I was wrong, please don't punish me!" Romani Archman immediately began apologizing and begging for forgiveness as soon as he opened the communication.

"Then why should I punish you, Romani Archiman?"

Rovi did not know Romani Archiman.

Those responsible must be punished.

Solomon should also be punished.

Romani scratched his head, revealing a rather guilty expression.

"Hmm..." Da Vinci, standing nearby, made a puzzled sound.

"Doctor? What's wrong with you?" Ritsuka asked, puzzled. "Does Dr. Nan know Mr. Rovi?"

Jeanne also looked over curiously, and at one point even blinked her beautiful eyes.

"No, it's the old director! The old director knows him! In the Holy Grail War!" Romani shifted the blame to the already furious old director, while frantically winking at Rovi in a suggestive manner.

Rovi did not expose Romani's words.

It's impossible to verify the Ritsuka and Mash.

"So, Dr. Roman, the Acting Director of Chaldeas, don't you want to announce my plan?"

"Your plan..." Romani's face instantly turned serious. He had actually been listening to Rovi and Chaldeas Ritsuka Jeanne.

The reason for opening the communication channel at this moment is precisely this. "Please be frank with me, what you want to do... is not to restore Human Order at all, is it?"

Of course he could tell.

Rovi's act of having Jeanne impersonate the ' Dragon Witch 'Dragon Witch and replace her in that position was not an attempt to repair the Singularity Point at all.

To repair the Singularity Point, one only needs to remove Singularity Point source—a very easy task for Rovi.

A fall can generate the power to shatter Singularity Point.

This leads to the conclusion.

Just keep falling a few more times, to the point where even the natural healing power of the Singularity Point is powerless... and that will be enough.

It was obviously easy, but Rovi just wouldn't do it.

"Ah, did I guess it?"

"You never intended to hide it in the first place!"

"Is that so?" Rovi waved his hand, looking at the gentle face of the orange-red ponytail-haired youth Projection onto Ritsuka's watch.

This was an exchange between Rovi and Romani, so Mash wouldn't interrupt whether it was Jeanne' Arc or Ritsuka.

The only sound in the enclosed carriage was the conversation between the two people.

Rovi Weiyu: "But I think you've seen it too, haven't you?"

What do you see?

Romani paused, about to respond, but then suddenly stopped.

He did see it.

Romani Archaman, a man whose true form is Solomon... He participated in the only Fuyuki Holy Grail War in this world, along with the long-deceased old director, all for the ultimate victory.

His wish upon the Great Holy Grail was to be an ordinary person.

But in the instant before his wish was fulfilled, in his last moment as ' King Solomon '... he truly saw it.

The future of Human Order.

The future of the katakana world.

"The future of this world is destined to be destroyed."

"—But it is by no means to Incineration of Humanity."

On the contrary.

"The Incineration of Humanity and the emergence of Singularity Point are the real key to resolving the crisis."

"Concentrate all the hidden dangers on a few key points, and then ignite and burn them out all at once."

"Isn't this also an appropriate method?"

As Rovi's voice fell silent, the carriage fell into a deep silence. Joan of Arc looked thoughtful, and Mash seemed to have touched on something as well... Only Ritsuka scratched her hair.

What does Incineration of Humanity not to be a real crisis?

What's the meaning...

Ritsuka Minoru, with her limited knowledge of mystical arts, found it difficult to understand the conversation between Rovi and Romani.

But there was one thing she understood.

"You're right, Romani ... What I'm trying to do isn't to restore Human Order."

"I want to expand the scope of the Singularity Point's influence."

"Treating the root cause is worse than treating the symptoms."

"Only in this way can the only spark be ignited—"

Rekindle the Flame of Life the world!

"Then I can only wish you good luck in your military campaign!" Romani exhaled, and the light and shadow flickered, the Projection disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Roar!"

Outside the carriage, the roar of a dragon could be heard intermittently.

The carriage was bumping and swaying.

That was Fafnir's wary voice when he encountered a formidable enemy.

That was the sound of Fafnir encountering his natural enemy.

That is...

In the wilderness, wild grass sways in the wind, and rolling hills rise and fall on both sides, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun.

A man wielding a heavy sword and clad in silver armor awaited them.

As the evil dragon, transformed into a steed, approached, the man also opened his eyes.

"Has it finally arrived...?"

"Fafnir, the evil dragon!"

"I, Siegfried, will once again behead you—"