He would use his own will to control the Greater Grail and grant his wish.
At last, both hands touched the golden vessel he had long yearned for.
"Saintess of salvation, don't underestimate sixty years of obsession. Don't underestimate me, Amakusa Shirou...!!"
Overflowing with joy, the boy spoke as he eagerly connected his Magic Circuits to the Greater Grail----
The sound of something cutting through the air interrupted his transfer of magical energy.
"...What?"
Amakusa Shirou turned around and saw the "Red" Archer holding up her bow.
After arriving at the garden above, Atalanta had merely watched from the sidelines. After a long struggle, she had finally made her choice.
Two arrows pierced both of Amakusa Shirou's wrists with precision.
"Why did you betray me, 'Red' Archer...? Wasn't your wish to save all the children? Aren't we comrades who share the same wish?!"
The young priest shrieked hysterically, his voice laced with resentment.
"...I can't watch this anymore."
Sorrow showed through Atalanta's cold expression.
She no longer understood anything.
In her eyes, Amakusa Shirou's expression was no different from a beast's.
There was absolutely nothing wrong with his ideal. His heart was more upright and pure than anyone's, and yet...
What exactly was right, and what was wrong?
What was just, and what was evil?
Atalanta had fired her arrows using only a hunter's instincts and intuition.
Within that colorless, transparent cup dwelled a demonic presence that seemed to far surpass Calydonian.
At that moment, the Huntress's instinctive wariness had even overcome her wish.
A ritual that confused people's hearts, magnified their desires, and reflected ugly mutual slaughter.
Atalanta was tired.
So perhaps it would be better if no one obtained it.
"Just because of a reason like that...?"
Amakusa Shirou roared.
"Don't make me laugh! Don't make me laugh!