Chapter 935
Since Shirou arrived, the course of the world has changed.
The future was no longer certain, and Gareth even felt that he had been foolish for being unable to defy the prophecy.
"You even have time to let your mind wander!"
Percival said unhappily as he stabbed Mos, who was standing next to the girl, with his gun.
"I'm sorry! I won't be careless again!"
Gareth apologized while brandishing his weapon again.
Although I said that, I still couldn't stop thinking about it.
Shirou Amamiya, he is truly an incredible person.
No wonder Artoria, as the Child of Prophecy, would desperately try to catch up with him.
However, that person is no longer here.
Even if he could change Britain's fate, could he not control his own?
Gareth felt somewhat frustrated.
Just as she was thinking this, something appeared in the distant sky.
"You're kidding..."
Gareth's mouth dropped open.
That was the beast god Cernunnos, bound by chains and suspended in mid-air.
This couldn't be done in the Fae Kingdom.
The only person capable of such a feat is that individual who came from outside the Fae Kingdom.
"What's wrong, Gareth?" Percival asked, puzzled.
"It's Mr. Shirou..."
"What?"
"Mr. Shirou isn't dead! He's still alive!"
Gareth shouted excitedly.
Upon hearing her say this, the fairies in the Theater Company all looked surprised.
"Wait... what are you saying, Gareth... Shirou is already..."
Gareth shook his head.
Words alone cannot explain it all, so let's see for ourselves!
Gareth planted his lance into the ground and began using the mystical arts of the Mirror Clan to create distortions in the air.
That's based on the same Principle as Qiong'en's mirror camouflage—a mirage that distorts light.
Scenes of Shirou fighting Cernunnos appeared in the sky.
"The regiment... it's the regimental commander!"
"How could this be! Is the commander still alive!?"
The fairies in the Theater Company looked on incredulously.
"I knew that person couldn't die so easily! I knew it!"
The fairies stirred.
"In that case, we can't let our commander down."
A voice rang out.
"Huh... Duojia, not only the commander, but you're not dead either?"
Onfamu of the Earth Clan looked back and saw Duojia, who had charged into the Mors swarm and self-destructed earlier.
He was covered in blood, but he was still standing there with all four limbs intact.
"Hmph, this little injury is nothing! The commander's punch hurts a million times more!"
Duojia was able to live because of the protection of the Child of Prophecy, though he seemed unaware of this.
The Fang Clan looked at his companions. "Since the captain is watching, we have no reason to slack off!"
"Yes, I must repay that person's kindness..."
"It's not just for the commander, it's for ourselves!"
"That's right! We're the famous Cornwall Goblins! Make way!"
The fairies' morale, which had been low, suddenly soared.
The Theater Company's fairies shouted and excitedly rushed towards the Mors group.
"Ha, what a bunch of savage fairies..."
Coral looked at the fairies fooling around on the battlefield and sighed softly.
"Right? After all, they're a bunch of troublemakers by nature."
Harobaromia walked up from behind, accompanied by a fairy from the Wind Clan.
What kind of outfit is that?
Coral looked puzzled, Harobaromia somehow produced a suit of armor and put it on.
"We can't always let the Fang Clan and Earth Clan get all the attention. I'm heading to the front lines too."
"Wait... what are you thinking? The Wind Clan should just focus on their duties--"
"The work is finished. I'm leaving the rest to you, Coral."
With that, Harobaromia resolutely headed towards the battlefield, followed by the fairies of the Wind Clan.
"..."
Coral watched them leave in silence.
This is utterly incomprehensible...
The fairies of the Wind Clan have actually gone against their own nature.
Not only the Wind Clan, but also the Fang Clan and the Earth Clan...
Since becoming Shirou's subordinates, they have started doing things that are inconsistent with their fairy status.
As a fairy, I was actually influenced by an inferior species (humans)...
Although it's irrational, I can understand the underlying feelings.
In the past, I would never have been able to resonate with them.
If only I hadn't gone with Shirou and had stayed in Salisbury instead...
The sound of horses' hooves came from beside me.
"Hiss-- Howl?! Boss Coral!"
It was Redra Bitt, who had temporarily withdrawn from the front lines.
"Excuse me, could I please get a new weapon? I broke my old spear!"
Unlike other Fang Clan, although Redra possesses immense strength and can travel a thousand miles a day, they cannot fight with their own claws and teeth and must rely on weapons forged by the Earth Clan.
Coral took the weapon from the warehouse and handed it to him.
Redra excitedly spun around in place.
"Alright, I'm going back to fight now. See you later, Boss!"
"Etc!"
Coral grabbed Redra's tail, and the latter tilted its long neck in confusion.
She took out a long-handled weapon and climbed onto the fairy horse's back.
"Sister Coral!?"
Let's go.
Coral gripped his rifle tightly and gave the order.
Redra blinked, puzzled. "Huh? Let's go? Where to?"
This is probably my last night with this Theater Company.
Since that's the case, it shouldn't be a problem to mess around a little.
With a bright smile, Coral said, "I'm also a member of the Theater Company, so of course I have to fight alongside everyone!"
With the support of Artoria's artillery fire and Projection weapons, Shirou successfully broke through the encirclement of multiple Cursed Hand.
At first, Artoria seemed hesitant to use the Holy Sword so close to Shirou.
However, she is now completely used to it, and she is very skilled at the spells that transform from the Holy Lance to the Holy Sword.
Artoria's protest was heard.
"I'm not used to it! Should I say I've given up, or is it just that the situation doesn't allow me to stop shooting!?"
That said, when will this end...? It feels like it'll never stop.
"After all, it's a curse that has been accumulating and fermenting for twelve thousand years," Shirou said.
"I'm a little sorry, but should we try attacking Cernunnos directly...?"
"As I stated beforehand, simply doing that wouldn't make much of a difference."
Shirou's goal is to exorcise the curse that has accumulated in the Fae Kingdom.
While the cursed calamity Kornunos plays a central role in the curse, it is not the curse itself.
"If your Magic Circuit are strained, it's okay to take a short break, alright?"
"Idiot! How could I possibly rest while Shirou is fighting!?"
Artoria reacted strongly.
"If Morgan knew, he would be laughed at for 2000 years!"
Even if I run out of magic power, I'll continue to support you! Shirou said, "Leave the rest to me," right!?
Shirou's lips twitched slightly. "Hmm... Well then, I'll leave the support to you, okay?"
Leave it to me!
Artoria's response was full of energy.
The disciples have worked so hard, so the master must also muster up his own enthusiasm.
Shirou sometimes slashed through the countless Cursed Hand that attacked him, and sometimes pierced through them. With the Enma-Blade in his hand and the blades flying around him, he cut off the light released from the black sphere condensed by the curse.
In the midst of the intertwined offensive and defensive battle, the pressure of the attack suddenly eased in an instant.
Before Shirou could even have a question, he got the answer from Cernunnos.
The power of the curse condensed at a high density inside the beast god's remains.
If the subsequent attacks are left unchecked, Artoria and the entire Camelot will be reduced to ashes.
"It really has to be a battle of Light Cannon..."
Shirou muttered to himself as he activated the Magic Circuits within his body.
"Alright~ Leave the defense to me! That move I've never had a chance to use before!"
Artoria spoke telepathically.
However, this is unnecessary worry; Shirou can handle it on his own.
"Wait... Artoria! You focus on your ritual, just connect the throne to the cannons to support me--"
At that moment, a third person's voice broke in.