Lin Yan could not help them with this one matter, nor did he think he should. Once he did, they would only be following someone else's will, no different from their previous state of thoughtlessness.
They should choose their own path by their own will. Even if their lives were as fragile as mayflies—no, precisely because of that... Lin Yan would never approve of letting them stop thinking.
Looking up at the sky, the enormous fortress had almost blocked out the moonlight. Lin Yan had no interest in the Holy Grail itself. If one wished for something to come true, one should achieve it through one's own strength.
However, a life-or-death battle between Servants was probably underway there. Who would emerge victorious, and what wish would they ultimately fulfill? And Joan of Arc... what judgment would Ruler render upon their battle?
Would Ruler feel sorrow or anger over his joining the Holy Grail War?
Or perhaps... she had already accepted it as a known fate. In any case, though it was merely an intuitive premonition...
"I'll probably get thoroughly lectured."
With that mutter, Lin Yan silently let out a breath.
This was the unprecedented Grand Noble Phantasm created by Red Assassin... the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. Having seized the Great Holy Grail and successfully stored it within, this floating fortress was now shrouded in cold silence.
A young man and a young woman stared at each other. The brown-skinned, silver-haired young man wore a gentle smile, yet his gaze upon the girl carried an unusual hue and an ominous air.
The girl had skin as white as snow and golden hair. Her lips were pressed tightly together... and she looked down upon the young man with sharp eyes that seemed to burn.
Only one thing was certain... both regarded the