"Roar, My Wrath!"
Black Saber planted the flag in her hand into the ground and unleashed her Noble Phantasm's true name once more. As karmic flames blazed up all around her, Black Saber's presence surged yet again.
"This feeling of fulfillment is quite nice. Powerful strength is pouring forth endlessly. I have to say, while humanity's negative emotions are ugly, they are quite delicious to me right now."
Watching the sinful karmic flames spread around them, Black Saber did not take the opportunity to press her attack and finish Saber off. Instead, she looked at her with a playful expression.
From the moment she had been summoned, Black Saber had known quite clearly that she was not the Saintess of Orleans.
That woman had been a righteous and kind hero, revered and worshipped by countless people, whereas she was merely a simple avenger.
To Black Saber, the Saber before her was quite similar to that other self of hers, both in appearance and personality.
Black Saber both hated and admired that radiant version of herself, so she wanted to see whether Saber, who resembled Saintess Jeanne so closely, would ultimately choose to fall as well.
"As the heroic Saintess of Orleans, you should not let hatred blind you. In the legends of history, countless people were willing to follow and admire you.
"Yet what you are doing now is trampling upon their trust and betraying your own beliefs."
Saber remembered clearly that if she wanted to defeat Black Saber, then unless she could kill her in a single strike, she had to find a way to make her let go of the past—let go of her former hatred and anger. Otherwise, due to the characteristics of an Avenger, Black Saber was practically immortal.
Unfortunately, although Saber certainly possessed the charisma