Chapter 701
"That's it..."
Gray looked towards the other side of the battlefield, where Shirou was fighting "Logos React" in her place.
"... ah."
At the edge of sight, Shirou was pierced through the body by the Black Holy Lance, and the black holy sword hung limply.
"Shirou- sama!!!"
Leinys shouted excitedly.
"I'm sorry... I lost."
Shirou turned his head and forced a smile at the two of them.
This is a natural outcome.
Shirou lent his vision to Gray, and "Logos React" would not miss this flaw.
The black Rhongomyniad, covered in crimson thorns, pierced the boy's body, delivering the decisive blow.
That scene inevitably evoked images of the final confrontation between the king and the Rebellious Knight on the battlefield.
The Holy Lance's magic instantly burned through Shirou's internal organs, a regeneration that no matter how excellent one's Magic Circuits were, it was impossible to achieve.
"You will die because you rebelled against me."
"Logos React" states the facts in a flat, monotone tone.
Just as Shirou said, the only person "Logos React" fears is him.
Once Shirou is rendered unable to fight, Gray and Leinys will be no threat.
She declared victory as if it were the most natural thing in the world, "I won."
Hearing this, Shirou curled his lip and said, "Hmph, do you think you've already won?"
"What else?"
"Logos React" looked at Gray, who had exhausted her magic power in the previous battle, and "Mystic Eyes of Death Perception" had also exhausted her mental energy.
As for Leinys ' "Volumen hydrargyrum," it had long been tattered and torn by Blackmore's attack, rendering it incapable of combat.
The "Logos React" believes that Shirou is bluffing.
"The Knight and the Bishop are already like that."
Even the most crucial King was dying—he was on his deathbed (Checkmate).
The Spiritual Algorithm used the analogy of chess.
Indeed, when talking about humans versus computers, one cannot help but mention the game of chess.
This can also be said to be the first moment when humans felt fear towards the computers they created, and the "Logos React" was also very clear.
In her eyes, Shirou was the King, Gray was the knight, and Leinys was the bishop.
Upon hearing her analogy, Shirou couldn't help but smile knowingly.
"We can't declare victory or defeat so quickly; we haven't even deployed the Queen yet."
"Logos React": "Queen? Do you feel like you possess something like that?"
"Speaking of which... you didn't know that."
"What?"
There is no information in this world that "Logos React" are unaware of.
Her true identity is those red sands—the erythropomorphized and Philosopher's Stone.
The Philosopher's Stone was originally one of the research achievements of the Atlas Institute. It is the ultimate memory medium capable of recording almost infinite information, and is the supreme book.
"Logos React" is Magic Crest made from Philosopher's Stone in a specific state, possessing unlimited recording capabilities.
Shirou said, "Even if you gather all the information in this world, you still won't know anything about the other world."
"... So what? What I need to save is this world, so all I need to know is information about this world."
That's why I said... you don't know anything.
Shirou met the eyes beneath the mask, then grabbed her arm, immobilizing her.
The next instant, the King summoned his Queen.
"We can get started now, on the Pan-Human History front."
"!?!?"
The "Logos React" suddenly turned around.
A black shadowy figure appeared there, holding an alien short blade in its raised hand.
Morgan le Fay aimed at the masked girl's chest Spirit Core and plunged the Erosion Blade Gold into it.
Everything that makes up this world is gradually beginning to crumble.
Volume 9: Chapter 431 Shirou's Original Heroic Spirit: Queen Rhongomyniad
I'm back.
Gray stared blankly at the familiar ceiling, smelled the familiar scent of the blankets, and realized that she had returned to the real world.
She raised her hand.
The memories within the script's world have been preserved vividly.
Three years spent as the king's attendant, Britain in Camelot...
Even now, I can't believe that it was a fabricated story.
But no matter how wonderful or enticing that may be, this is the reality.
The Silver-haired girl sat up in bed, slapped her cheeks hard, and pulled herself out of her sadness.
After regaining some of her senses, she went down to the living room on the first floor as usual.
Good morning, Gray. Didn't you sleep well last night?
A woman's voice came from the kitchen.
Similar to the mother I remember who was very gentle with me, she was very polite in tone and manner, but also distant in the details.
But this is the kind of mother Gray knows best.
In the script's world, the mother sacrifices her life to protect herself.
But that's just the world of a script, and it doesn't prove anything.
The mother in the real world... is the most devout person in the village, and more than anyone else, she longs to become the vessel for King Arthur's resurrection.
Is this acting?
In the real world, she also uses her acting skills to deceive everyone, including her daughter, just so that one day she can protect me?
Gray didn't know the answer; her mind was a complete mess.
"Gray? What's wrong? Can you hear me?"
The person in the kitchen spoke up again, sounding helpless.
"Ah... um, good morning, Mom."
Gray hesitated before walking toward the dining table.
How was yesterday?
During the meal, the mother struck up a conversation with Gray, who had a blank expression.
"Weren't you supposed to show the way to the new guests? I think their names were Leinys and Shirou Amamiya."
"Eh, ah... um."
Gray agreed absentmindedly, her mind still conflicted.
"Mother..."
She murmured to herself, then suddenly realized what she was doing and abruptly turned to look at the mirror.
The girl in the mirror has the same appearance as an ancient hero, hidden beneath a gray hood and bangs.
At this moment, Mother brought breakfast to the table.
Freshly baked bread with fresh milk, plus pickled onions and the morning sun.
Because even in the fictional world there is a three-year time difference, Gray felt an extraordinary sense of familiarity with all of this.
"I had a strange dream last night."
The mother sitting opposite said in a low voice.
She tore open the bread, spread butter on it, and a sweet and gentle aroma wafted out.
Gray recalled how she used to apply a lot of makeup when she was a child, and was often criticized for it.
"I dreamt that the guest took you away. It's strange, isn't it? That shouldn't happen."
"... yes."
Gray nodded nervously.
Should I say something?
Should I confront my mom about this?
What if it's rejected?
If my mother doesn't actually care about me at all...
I'm so scared...
My king... what should I do...?
The girl's heart pounded as she began to eat her breakfast.
It tasted the same as she'd eaten hundreds of times, and breakfast slightly eased her tension.
Just then, the mother stood up.
"Mother has gone to pray to Her Majesty, and then she'll go see Great-Grandma. Please give my regards to Mr. Bersac."
She took two or three steps, then turned back as if she had remembered something.
"Oh, right. Although the job of a gravedigger is important, one can't devote all their energy to it..."
After all, you are the most important divine child of the village.
Gray had heard this countless times.
In the past, this phrase was like a cursed collar; whenever it was heard, it felt like being strangled.
"That... that one!"
Gray looked up.
Because of the sudden movement, her face peeked out from under the hood.
"Mom! I have something I want to ask you!!"
"..."
The girl's mother stopped and looked back at her in confusion.
Gray pressed her hand to her chest, took a deep breath, and then mustered the courage to speak.
"..."
Shirou walked with his hands in his pockets through the tunnel beneath the church.
Ten hours have passed since escaping from the scenario world created by "Logos React".
The villagers awoke from the collective hypnosis, and there were no casualties.