For a girl like that, there was only one thing she could never yield on. The boy whose fate had toyed with him so cruelly, yet whose resolute will had never changed, who kept bravely moving forward.
The girl had always worried about the boy. The boy did not know about the girl who existed within him. All he saw was Jeanne, not the girl.
This was what always made Jeanne feel guilty. It was clearly the girl who worried for the boy's safety and cared for him in every possible way.
"Was that really so?"
The girl asked Jeanne in disbelief. That was only natural, since Jeanne and Laeticia were not merely broadly "similar."
They had similar bodies, similar personalities, similar origins, and even souls of the same color. In other words, if Laeticia were given knowledge equal to Ruler's, she would basically take exactly the same actions.
So Jeanne should have worried about Lin Yan's safety too, and cared deeply for him as well... that was what Laeticia thought.
But that was not the case. The truth was not like that.
I did not want to fight, but I could not abandon this no matter what.
I hoped he would not fight, but I needed your strength.
I had not deceived him, but neither had I told him the truth.
She carried unbearable contradictions and lies. She concealed the truth and had never faced it head-on.
Ruler seemed deeply drawn to the impossible fortune of having someone walk beside her.
She thought she should make him stay. Yet at the same time, she was convinced that he would probably still follow.
Everything that happened in the Holy Grail War had meaning, and every Servant was an indispensable key element.
One hundred and eighty seconds, three remaining "Possession" transformations—everything