Chapter 929
"..."
After opening her eyes and regaining her senses, Artoria finally understood the true meaning of Shirou's words, "We were looked down upon by Morgan."
"Hmph, are you awake?"
Morgan looked down at Artoria, who was lying at his feet.
Although she withstood the firepower of thirteen Holy Lance fired simultaneously and was destroyed in the torrent of light, Artoria appeared to be completely unharmed, with only some scratches all over her body.
"Did you... heal me?"
Artoria got up from the ground and glared at the Fae Queen, asking.
Morgan raised an eyebrow and said dismissively, "It would be too boring to die so easily."
Artoria instinctively retorted, "I was just startled! Otherwise, I wouldn't have lost so quickly!"
"... Oh."
Morgan curled her lips into a mocking, seductive smile.
Artoria: "..."
This woman... is absolutely furious!!!
Artoria was once again convinced that she couldn't get along with her sister.
However, it is also an undeniable fact that he was beaten to the point of near death by Morgan and then healed by her.
Morgan is indeed incredibly powerful... Artoria experienced this firsthand with her life.
Even though we're both Paradise Fae, I'm only on par with her in terms of magical power; our Magecraft skills are on completely different levels!
Morgan observed the foolish man who had stood up and frowned.
"What... just happened?"
The Fae Queen looked suspicious. "After I healed her, Artoria's demeanor changed."
The Child of Prophecy, who had previously appeared gloomy and listless, almost like a walking corpse, inexplicably regained his vitality.
She was only nearly burned to ashes by my Holy Lance... What exactly happened?
"It's a secret~"
Artoria grinned mischievously. "I'm not going to tell you that I just met with Shirou!"
"..."
That smug smile made Morgan feel inexplicably annoyed, and he gritted his teeth.
"Fine, whatever, you can't beat me no matter how many times you try."
"That's hard to say."
Artoria said confidently, "You clearly defeated me, but you healed me again just to show you had the upper hand..."
That arrogance is what caused your downfall, Morgan!
"Still as sharp-tongued as ever, my silly sister."
Morgan raised her slender, fair arm.
As the magic pulsed, several Water Mirror appeared in the air, releasing beams of light from them.
"Although I'm not as smart as you, I'll never lose an argument, sister!"
Artoria reached her hand into the void and grasped a jewel-encrusted sword.
The Sword of Selection shone with golden light and slashed at the incoming beam of light.
The moment the two forces collided, the rampaging torrent of magic released a scorching light, bright enough to burn through the eyeballs.
"..."
Even so, Artoria's Fae Eyes still caught it.
Tears streamed down a face that resembled his own, beneath the Fae Queen's black veil.
"So that's why she healed me," the Child of Prophecy thought.
The Fae Queen's expression of utter despair seemed to say something like this—
"Kill me, and send me to Shirou too, Child of Prophecy!"
Shirou said goodbye to me, and this was indeed the last thing he asked me to do. The Paradise Fae smiled bitterly.
Even if that person goes against their dying wish, they still need to ask for help with their own affairs.
"I'm leaving this to you, Artoria. Bring Morgan to me."
Although Morgan kept saying she didn't believe Shirou was gone, she was already in despair and only wanted to die.
Shirou, realizing this, then Artoria to fulfill her wish.
... There's just no way to deal with this stupid couple.
Artoria thought angrily: What do you take me for? Am I just another part of your game?!
Okay, okay, I know, I'll do it.
Because in this world, only I can do this!
I'm not jealous of you guys, you idiots!
Artoria decisively threw away the sword in the Sword in the Stone, which had broken in two.
Then, she gripped her new weapon— the Staff of Selection that had been with the girl since birth.
Queen Morgan, floating in mid-air, is gathering her strength again.
That surging magic was like the waves at the end of the world; it was her most powerful and proud Magecraft, the Rhongomyniad.
What kind of monster is my sister...?
She clearly didn't connect to the jade throne...
You just unleashed thirteen Holy Lance, which then healed my injuries. Now you're going to unleash another Holy Lance?
Rhongomyniad, the Rhongomyniad.
Nothing in this world can counteract that.
--It was like this until a few days ago.
Artoria could not create Divine-Class Grand Magic like Rhongomyniad, unlike Morgan.
But--
The Paradise Fae gripped the Staff of Selection tightly and softly summoned the strongest Divine Construct Weapon she and Shirou had created together.
"... The Leyline Incineration Armament, reloading."
The Staff of Selection shifted shape in the dazzling light, transforming into stardust.
A burning pain shot through her eyes; this was the first time Artoria had attempted to activate the "Holy Sword Foundation" since obtaining it.
Given my current physical condition, it might be too much to push myself, but right now, it doesn't matter how I do it.
Because I want to win!
I must beat Morgan! I can't win without pushing myself!
"..."
Artoria's mind went blank.
The way the world exists seems to have changed; everything feels within reach.
The pain in my chest gradually spread throughout my body.
The girl completely ignored the agony of tens of trillions of cells burning, an agony that felt like the universe itself was burning.
Artoria looked up at the high and mighty Queen, pouring out all the power and magic she possessed as Paradise Fae.
"Holy sword, draw your blade!"
Artoria growled and opened her arms wide.
Then, the stardust that had previously dissipated from the Staff of Selection gathered behind the Child of Prophecy, transforming into thirteen incandescent pillars of light.
"It's time to end this, Morgan! Aa..."
"Try killing me, if you can, Artoria!!!"
The burst of the holy sword and the simultaneous firing of the Holy Lance occurred almost simultaneously.
The two strongest forces on this planet collided, and for a time, neither could gain the upper hand.
Whether considering their firepower or mystique as Noble Phantasm, the Holy Sword and the Holy Lance are of the same caliber.
If there is any difference, it is that the Holy Sword can perform far beyond its own capabilities under extremely special circumstances.
However, Morgan obviously cannot trigger the Holy Sword's special attack, so their power should be exactly the same.
However--
After a few seconds of stalemate between the two forces, the situation gradually changed.
The power of the holy sword overwhelmed the Holy Lance.
Was it because Morgan had already overexerted himself, or was Artoria's determination to win stronger?
Nobody knew for sure, but the outcome was clear.
Of the thirteen holy swords that Artoria fired, ten collided with the Holy Lance and perished together, while the remaining three holy swords pierced through the opposing Holy Lance.
Although its power was greatly reduced, the three holy swords condensed into a beam of light, shooting straight towards Morgan.
"..."
The black veil that had been covering Morgan's face had long been blown away by the storm from the clash of their Noble Phantasm, revealing her face, still streaked with tears.
She stared blankly at the holy sword light that was about to be devoured, then a relieved smile appeared on her face.
Hmm... that should work.
Thank you, Artoria.
Morgan closed his eyes contentedly, awaiting death.
However, what arrived before the blazing light of the holy sword was a hand with a familiar warmth.
He wrapped his arm around Morgan's waist and pulled her into his embrace.
"!!!"
After seeing the person's face clearly, Morgan stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
At the same time, a figure rushed between them and the light of destruction, severing Artoria's Noble Phantasm in two with a single stroke.
"Why...?"
Morgan wasn't the only one taken aback; Artoria was too.
What happened?
Her eyes widened, and then she saw it clearly--
There are two outlaws who have intruded on the final battle between the Child of Prophecy and the Fae Queen.
One of them hugged Morgan, carefully holding her in his arms.
That person is--
"Shirou... Huh? Why? Wait, it's you again..."
Another character who randomly appeared alongside Shirou.
The girl who severed Artoria's holy sword's radiance with a single strike—
Brilliant blonde hair, emerald green eyes.
His upright face bore a meticulous expression.