She sensed something extremely cold.
The Fae Consort lowered her head—
The red-haired boy held the golden Sword of Selection in his hand and, expressionless, pierced her chest.
Faced with the Fae Consort's beguiling words, Shirou chose to end her domination through physical means.
The Fae Consort froze for a moment, then revealed a relieved expression.
"So that's how it is. Indeed... this is what Arthur should do..."
With a satisfied, sorrowful smile, the silver-haired witch's light body fell backward onto the ground.
This was how it should be.
This was the fate of the witch and Arthur.
The exchange between them should never have been an embrace, but a life-or-death struggle.
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With her eyes closed, the Fae Consort suddenly sensed something.
She opened her eyes in confusion and discovered that the red-haired boy had bent down and picked her up. He was staring intently at the wound pierced by the Golden Sword.
Shirou reached out and placed his hand between the Fae Consort's breasts.
"What are you trying to do—ow!"
The Fae Consort had still been immersed in a sorrowful, intoxicated mood, but her beautiful face twisted in pain.
"What are you doing? Don't touch my wound!"
Shirou answered seriously, "I was just thinking... I actually managed to hurt you."
"...!!"
The Fae Consort immediately understood why Shirou had suddenly drawn his sword and stabbed her.
He hadn't been venting his anger or raging helplessly. He had actually been testing something—
The Fae Consort had not appeared before Shirou in physical form.
The Fae Consort who had manifested here was an illusion reflected from her true self.
Likewise, the Shirou who had appeared here was also an illusion projected through the Holy Grail.
—An illusion of Shirou, who did not belong to this era, had nevertheless injured an