Who Is the Master of the Singularity Point?

The girl named Marie Antoinette is not human, but a Heroic Spirit summoned by the Holy Grail Marie, just like Siegfried.

In the 18th century, the wife of Louis XVI, the first king of the French Bourbon Dynasty, was known as the "The Dreamlike Noblewoman," symbolizing the existence of the European world "Domination by the Noble."

Before her stood her childhood sweetheart, the world-renowned great musician Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, who composed many famous works.

Both are 'heroes' etched in Human History, but unlike Marie, Mozart was not born in France, and as a great musician, he had little affection for this land.

However, as long as it is the will of the girl in front of me, the person in front of me.

He will do his best to comply.

Just like the radiant and sacred girl who showed her musical talent at a young age, traveled with her mother to various European countries, and was summoned and seen by ' Marie Antoinette'.

'Since then, you have been everything to me, the guiding light on my life and artistic journey—'

No one noticed that in a certain place, a man named Mozart was shining in his eyes.

Marie simply pursed her lips and smiled.

"France..."

She was born here, she loves this land, she loves this country.

Even if it costs me my life.

We must do everything in our power to save her ' Avalon '.

"I've already told Charles about it."

The clear, gentle voice reached Mozart's ears, causing a slight hint of gloom to appear on the face of this world-renowned artist.

Fleeting...

Hostility towards a 'love rival'.

That night, the vast night sky was filled with twinkling stars. The Orléans plains stretched out, with fields stretching as far as the eye could see. In the distance, waterwheels turned, drawing water from the river into irrigation ditches, which rushed under the moonlight, like white ribbons binding the lush vegetation in the middle.

The turning windmill seems to draw in the dazzling starlight from the sky.

Outside the Serenity courtyard, Siegfried put away the dragon-slaying magic sword he had wiped clean and stood up.

Beside it, the eyes of a huge dragon slowly opened.

"Call..."

Lying prostrate on the ground like a small mountain, Fafnir breathed heavily, creating a massive storm in the air.

The dragon-slaying swordsman is with the evil dragon, but the scene feels strangely harmonious.

Siegfried remained silent. Normally, he was a disciplined and taciturn man, even when facing his greatest enemy.

But Fafnir sneered, "You actually want to wield your demon sword, don't you?"

Siegfried glanced at him.

Do you want to?

Of course I want to.

They were born incompatible, born with different stances—to humans, Fafnir was born evil, a curse of 'those who slay dragons will become dragons themselves,' a curse that could not be changed no matter what.

Therefore, Siegfried truly wanted to kill Fafnir from the bottom of his heart.

This was his own wish.

But after listening to Rovi explain the plan, he decisively suppressed such thoughts.

"A 'hero' who can only fulfill the wishes of others? What a pathetic existence!"

Fafnir seized the opportunity to mock his former nemesis to the fullest extent.

"So what...?"

Siegfried responded, his long, messy silver hair billowing, a slight smile appearing on the face of this tall, epic hero. "The curse... ended long ago with itself!"

He slew the evil dragon.

He might also turn into a dragon.

However, he died.

He died as a human, as a hero, before transforming into a dragon, thus ending the curse.

"Even if you die, I have no reason to kill you again, right?"

"Hmph!" Fafnir choked, then snorted, "Human heroes, how boring—"

"Haha, maybe!"

Perhaps it was boring, but Siegfried never regretted his choice, just as he never regretted answering the call.

In Siegfried's view, the meaning of a hero's existence lies in fulfilling the wishes of others.

On this land.

There are too many desires.

Destruction, disaster, resentment, anger...

"Moreover, there is that person who exists."

"So you've also discovered his true identity?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Call..."

Even though Rovi's claims to be Nameless Missionary,' his behavior along the way makes it easier to discern his true identity upon careful consideration.

It is an existence older than any planet, the only one that has gathered together countless pantheons.

"The glory of the Wild Hunt and the Lord of All Armies has already shone upon this land!"

Siegfried turned his gaze to the Serenity courtyard, his eyes filled with an inscrutable expression.

here.

In fact, his 'wish' also exists...

Whoosh!

In the courtyard and room, Ritsuka was fast asleep with her arms and legs spread wide apart. Mash was leaning against the window with Fou in her arms, and she couldn't help but tilt her head to listen to her senior's snores.

"You seem really relaxed, senior... But it's reassuring to see you like this."

"Fou!"

"So, is this where Jeanne d'Arc grew up?"

Mash turned her gaze away from Ritsuka and looked outside. Under the moonlight, the courtyard and the surrounding fields were filled with a refreshing air. Mash had experienced this before, as if she were living inside Chaldeas, thousands of meters above the mountains.

In the blink of an eye, Mash saw two figures walking by in the moonlight.

That is...

"Mr. Rovi and Miss Jeanne?"

A man dressed in a classic fitted tuxedo and a blonde girl in a dark purple fitted dress strolled side by side through the countryside. The wind whipped the man's short, black, tousled hair, which mingled with the girl's blonde hair.

The holy son and the holy daughter appeared extremely harmonious.

Mash tilted her head, and it was clear that they seemed to be talking about something.

"Fou!"

The Fou's call was still clear and crisp.

Rovi and Jeanne heard Fou's cry at the same time and spotted the girl and the little beast by the window. Rovi smiled and waved.

Jeanne nodded politely, then looked at Rovi.

"I..."

"Enough said." Rovi glanced at Jeanne. "Now that I'm here, there's no way I can just stand by and do nothing—"

Jeanne opened her mouth, her intention to communicate with Rovi was precisely to prevent Rovi from taking action himself.

It's not just because as a believer of '' she doesn't want the incarnation of '' to be polluted by the singularity in the human world.

And also because...

This Singularity Point ultimately arose because of her.

She wanted to solve it herself.

To that other 'self'...

"You're wrong about one thing." Rovi paused. "This Singularity Point may have originated from you, but by now, you are no longer the true cause."

Jeanne was taken aback, and was about to say something when she noticed that Rovi had withdrawn his gaze.

He looked around at the pastoral scenery.

Without a doubt, this was also the home of Jeanne of Arc.

She lived in the Orléans family home— Jeanne Dalque came from a minor noble family in Orléans, and her family was quite wealthy; this courtyard belonged to her family.

According to Pan-Human History calculations, the Hundred Years' War had ended at this time, but Jeanne Arc's family had long since passed away, so the courtyard was empty and spacious. Jeanne, as Joan of Arc's 'owner' here, it was only natural that the courtyard was empty.

That's why they stopped here to rest after entering Orléans during the day.

Many years ago.

It was in this courtyard, in a Catholic church not far away, that Jeanne of Arc prayed and received revelation, and began to save the France.

"But things are different now." Rovi felt the oncoming gale, his voice echoing across the wilderness. "Now, France may face terror from the ultimate abyss—"

"This is not something you can solve."

"Of course, it's your job to handle this; I won't interfere."

"Like that other you..."

The ultimate abyss: terror?

Jeanne frowned and thought, but since the word '' had already been mentioned, she would not say anything more.

A gentle evening breeze rustled through the wild grass, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of a concerto.

Wait... a concerto?

Jeanne was momentarily dazed, but then suddenly regained her composure.

She looked at what was in front of her...

Rovi raised his hand and caught a ray of light.

With two fingers catching the blade, a cold light emanated from it. The man holding the decapitation weapon changed his expression slightly upon seeing this. He quickly pulled the weapon away and retreated, his black cloak billowing wildly in the wind, his silver-white short hair swaying incessantly. The moonlight illuminated his youthful yet serious face.

His steps were silent and stealthy; he was an excellent assassin.

Attack on the deceased—

Jeanne's gaze darkened slightly. If she were ' Joan of Arc ' and came with the goal of saving the world, she would not dare to attack.

She wouldn't forget that she currently proclaims herself to the outside world as the ' Dragon Witch '...

It's only natural that there would be attacks.

Moreover, the attack was extremely well-prepared, using 'music' to bewitch the mind. If it weren't for Rovi blocking her way, Joan of Arc would have been beheaded in an instant when the attacker pulled out his weapon.

Her Noble Phantasm, 'My Lord's Treasure,' is indestructible, possessing near-absolute defensive power.

Being caught off guard by a sudden attack has always been her weakness.

The reason why the Maid of Orléans, who was once invincible on the battlefield, was captured was because her military intelligence was betrayed by the upper-class France nobles to the enemy country, which led to the surprise attack.

Thank you, Lord!

Just as Joan of Jeanne thought that her opponent would flee immediately after missing his attack, the young assassin retreated and threw out the large weapon in his hand!

From one side.

Bypassing Rovi...

The surprise attack, compared to this one and the previous ones, seemed more like a 'disguise'.

"Excellent assassination skills, but... useless!"

Rovi shifted his body to the side and simultaneously reached out his hand to tightly grasp the large object that had been thrown out.

"Did it fail?"

The attacker stopped in his retreating steps, his boots slid low, leaving a clear trail through the weeds.

"While it's impossible for you to succeed, your every move...cannot escape my notice." Rovi laughed, "Charles Henyang Sanson."

You know me?

The silver-haired assassin's pupils contracted slightly.

Charles Henri Sanson, the fourth head of the Sanson family, who carried out executions in Paris for generations, was born in the revolutionary turmoil of the 18th century and was a notorious executioner who took the lives of countless people from different classes.

Rovi's's eyes flashed with golden light, a manifestation of his power as the 'Holy Son' Spirit Origin...

"Can True Name Discernment?"

"No, it's 'revelation'."

[Revelation (EX)]

The highest level is revelation, bestowed by the Lord from heaven upon it to descend to earth as an incarnation of the 'eye,' which sees all things and can see through all mysteries.

This is something Joan of Arc also possessed, but it is far inferior to the ultimate eye.

It is another skill of Rovi's Spirit Origin, besides [Jacob's Limbs (A++)].

"A saint from the church..." Charles realized that only a saint from the church could possess the ability of 'revelation'.

It is also possible that a 'sage' could withstand his own assassination attempt.

After all, the Church has existed for a long time, and among the many saints and saintesses who have emerged, there is no shortage of martial artists who are skilled in physical combat.

Rovi remained noncommittal, simply putting down the decapitation weapon in his hand. "And the great musician in the shadows... can come out now."

"So he failed? What a useless fellow— Charles Henri Sanson."

A slightly sharp voice rang out, and the music that had been echoing in the air stopped abruptly.

Appearing alongside him was a slightly thin male figure, dressed in an artist's black tuxedo with a dark purple overcoat, holding a conductor's guillotine in his hand.

His face was thin and angular, slightly pale, but his eyes were extremely bright.

"Hmph, isn't it because your music isn't captivating enough?" Charles retorted, "Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart."

"How dare you insult my music?!" Mozart instantly flew into a rage. "If it weren't for my music, you'd still be nothing but a madman!"

Charles remained silent, unable to refute.

Although they are all Heroic Spirit, it is inevitable that their manifestations as Followers will differ. Unlike other Followers... perhaps it is because Charles killed too many people as an executioner in his previous life, especially his beloved Louis XVI and Queen Marie, who both died under his beheading. When he manifested, he was irrational, insane, and bloodthirsty.

If it weren't for Mozart's music awakening me before my eyes.

Charles is probably still a wandering evil spirit in the wilderness...

"You two, stop arguing!"

A clear, melodious voice stopped their argument. Mozart and Charles simultaneously bowed to the speaker. "Greetings, Your Highness!"

Rovi and Jeanne also looked over at the same time.

The figure approaching wore a red round hat, with long silver hair hanging down. A red dress smoothly covered her shapely but not voluptuous female body, and the short skirt swayed in the wind, revealing her fair thighs.

The girl's face was exquisite and pretty, radiating light...

That was a noble and passionate temperament, completely different from that of a pure Holy Maiden like Jeanne.

She is more similar to Nero than Jeanne...

It's called 'idol' temperament.

"Marie Antoinette?" Rovi recognized the other person's identity at a glance.

Although Jeanne of Arc's revelation level was lower than Rovi's, she could still see through the other party's true name.

Greetings, both of you.

Marie Antoinette lifted her skirt slightly and performed a standard courtly gesture.

Her noble demeanor was unmistakable... even though she came for 'assassination'.

Without a doubt, their assassination plan had failed... They were facing an extremely powerful enemy, but even so, as the wife of Louis XVI and the Queen of France in the 18th century, she would not give up.

After all, this is their only chance.

At this moment, the "witch" was protected by only one person; there was no powerful entourage, nor the ferocious dragon.

No.

And there will be no chance to...

As the noble and beautiful princess bowed, the surrounding air seemed to distort. The night was covered by the magnificent dome, and the endless wild grass and the vast, crisscrossing fields in the distance were replaced by towering walls and stone pillars. The palace floor was covered with layers of nested, luxurious tiles, and the shimmering palace light shone down on Marie.

The Reality Marble, named "My Love Shines Eternally," is the Heroic Spirit Noble Phantasm of Marie, who manifested as the Queen of France. It summons the 18th-century France Royal Palace and bestows this glory upon herself, making it sufficient to shield her from both inside and outside.

"So, after failing to launch a sneak attack, you're trying to kill me head-on?" Rovi looked around.

Jeanne raised her hand and instantly grasped the lance bearing the fluttering iris banner. "My lord, may your Eternal Radiance!"

Mozart raised his violin.

Charles reached out, and the decapitated object, seized by Rovi, vanished into golden light and reformed in his hand.

Rovi didn't stop her, but looked at Queen Marie, who was standing upright in front of him, and asked, "Confident?"

Bathed in the palace's radiant light, the spacious halls shone with the queen's noble bearing. Marie pursed her lips. "We should at least give it a try."

They weren't absolutely confident, but they weren't completely without confidence either... They knew that the man before them, Rovi, was also a Catholic saint, and they would never believe that he was the Son of God from the beginning of the Common Era.

With three versus two, within the inherent barrier of this expansion, Mary, Mozart and Charles can all receive the blessing of attribute power.

As mentioned before.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity...

Rovi replied, "Unfortunately, it's not your chance."

As soon as the words fell, the Reality Marble suddenly rippled, and Mozart and Charles, who were about to rush out at the Queen's command, both stopped at the same time.

They looked up.

He saw the dome shatter and the Reality Marble collapse from the outside.

Attack on the victim...

"The person who has impersonated me."

"Your doomsday has come—"

Just as the Demon King confronted the hero, a raging wind swept down, and a figure emerged from the void, grinning, its beautiful body outlined in black armor.

She seems to think she's... cool?

Rovi's's evaluation is that it's extremely chuunibyou (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur).

He glanced at Jeanne beside him and happened to see the white-clad saintess covering her face.

As for Marie and the other two...

They were already stunned.

Why is there another "Jeanne"?

Could it be...

"Is your Noble Phantasm a clone?" Mozart had a sudden inspiration.

Charles shook his head. "No, that's impossible no matter how you look at it!"

"Without a doubt—"

"These two guys in front of me think they're Jeanne of Arc's puppets!"

"..."