One Side's Battle Ends

This is a battlefield filled with slaughter.

This is a place that obliterates all humanity.

This is a journey that the woman he loved had to endure.

"For the perfect king in his heart, I am willing to bear all of this..."

The golden-haired girl, standing on a grassy plain, spoke as she felt the slightly bloody breeze. She looked at the battlefield, which was already a perfect victory for our side.

Even after crossing through several great wars, this body remains resolute!

Even when countless deaths approach, this body will surely show no fear!

This was the thought in the young girl's heart as she stood on the battlefield during the Third Great War.

I will absolutely not betray!

I absolutely trust him!

This was what the girl, experiencing her fourth bloody battle, still insisted upon.

But...

During the Fifth Great War, the girl began to worry.

Where is he...? Is he safe? Is he still alive...? Xia, I miss you.

During the Sixth Great War, the girl began to feel fear.

Does he still remember me? Why hasn't he come for me? Come back quickly, Xia... I'm so lonely...

During the Seventh Great War, the girl began to feel lost.

Will he really return to my side? Does he really like me? Why did he leave me without a word? Xia... have you forgotten me?!

During the Eighth Great War, the girl endured painful memories.

The joy in the Fairy Forest, the happiness of lying in that man's embrace, the captivating figure that always appeared before her when she was in danger... Xia, I miss you! Where are you?!

Please... answer me!

Before the Ninth Great War... the girl could no longer bear the repeated heartless decisions, nor the torment of the recurring nightmares.

That man?! Did he betray me?!

Did he forget me?!

Does he no longer care about his vows to me?!

Xia... come back! Come back! Xia! Xia!!!!

Crystal clear tears continuously fell from the girl's face.

Under the moonlight, the golden-haired girl cried out again and again in her heart, calling for the person she relied on most.

But... besides the biting cold wind howling, and the quiet, vast plain where only a golden-haired girl sobbed softly.

There was nothing else...

When the Tenth Great War arrived...

The girl, once again standing on the grassy highlands, was clad in silver armor. Her hands rested on the Holy Sword plunged into the ground, her emerald eyes gazing into the distance.

"This battle, it is our victory!" The girl whispered, her eyes slightly closed.

The five tall knights standing behind the girl remained silent after hearing their king's words.

The wind on the plain blew again, lifting the golden hair of the girl standing on the highland.

The golden-haired girl, for once, closed her eyes to enjoy the calming breeze.

"My King, you... did not mention that name this time," one of the knights standing behind the King suddenly said.

"?" Her green eyes cast a questioning gaze.

"Before and after every war, you always mention a name, Xia. This time... why?" the knight asked, puzzled. He originally thought it was some sort of solace for the perfect king before him. But why... wasn't she mentioning it this time?

"...What are you talking about, Lord Lancelot? When have I ever mentioned a name that I don't even know?" the girl asked the tall knight back, confused.

The knight named Lancelot's mouth gaped in astonishment. He seemed to have never expected the king before him to give such an answer.

"No, it's nothing. I overstepped. Esteemed King." After speaking, the knight lowered his head, no longer meeting the girl's strange, questioning gaze.

Seeing the knight lower his head and cease responding, the golden-haired girl paid him no further mind.

She turned her body to face the distance again. The gentle breeze that had been blowing softly had, at some point, gradually grown stronger.

The powerful wind bent the small grasses all over the plain.

The knights standing behind the girl were forced to plant their weapons into the ground just to maintain their footing.

Watching the girl facing the gale head-on, her body unmoving and her steps unwavering.

A sense of shame rose in the hearts of all the knights. Each stubborn knight, imitating the girl before them, straightened their chests and faced the wind. Let it rage as it might! Not an inch would they yield!

Our King!

Having fought through a hundred battles, great and small, she has never known defeat!

The sword in my hands is the blade of victory!

Our King! The lord of Britannia! King Arthur!

The figure we forever follow!

Our eternal king!

The existence we forever serve!

At this moment, the aura of the knights behind the girl.

All emanated into the sky, transforming into the figure of a blurry young man.

The young man stood straight, quietly in the sky.

As the young man's gaze fell upon the figure standing at the forefront of the knights, he smiled slightly...

"Artoria..."

"Roar!!!!" A sky-shattering beastly roar echoed between heaven and earth.

A sky full of golden light!

Golden light potent enough to tear open the sky obscured by dark clouds!

"Gates of Babylon!" Hundreds of Noble Phantasms rained down from the sky! The dense formation! The sheer number that completely obscured the sky~!

Boom boom boom!!

Continuous explosions! Angry dragon roars! Shook the sky, hidden by dark clouds, into disarray~!

A crimson giant dragon, coiling its massive body! Faced the barrage of Noble Phantasms descending from the sky, opened its maw, and inhaled deeply! Swallowing them all!

"Everything up to now! I'll return it to you! King of Heroes!" A young man stood atop the dragon's head! Holding a crimson long spear in both hands, he shouted at a luxurious golden warship floating in the sky! The crimson giant dragon raised its massive head again and roared at the sky!

"Roar!!!"

Following the earth-shattering roar! Thousands of extremely ornate Noble Phantasms instantly gathered beside the dragon's head! All of them shimmered with an eerie red charm, transforming into streaks of crimson meteors that attacked the sky!

"Dare you, imitations, act presumptuously before me?! Gates of Babylon!!" Facing the red light of Noble Phantasms like a meteor shower, hundreds of ornate Noble Phantasms instantly appeared around the golden warship! They also formed a golden meteor shower, charging headfirst towards the crimson meteor shower!

"Annihilate!!"

"Disappear!! Scum!!"

With two angry shouts! The crimson meteor Noble Phantasms, drawing long trails, and the shining golden Noble Phantasm rain! Collided head-on in mid-air~!

Clang~! Clang~ Clang~ Clang~!

The fierce collision sounds between Noble Phantasms, within the colliding meteor showers of Noble Phantasms, burst forth with dazzling golden light and scorching red light! Each burst of brilliance represented the fall of a high-end Noble Phantasm! Thus, two different rains of Noble Phantasms performed a colorful and spectacular duel above the dark clouds!

"It's not over yet!!! Sword Rain, full power!!"

"Hahaha! Fakes should know their place~! Turn into a pile of scrap before the real thing! Gates of Babylon!"

As the sounds of both sides shouting again, the light from the previously slowing collision of Noble Phantasms flashed out again in the sky! This time, the collision of Noble Phantasms was even larger in scale! And the range was even wider~! After both sides unleashed nearly half a thousand Noble Phantasms again, the entire originally gloomy sky was replaced by vibrant and dazzling colors~!

"Heh, what wealthy fellows! To use Noble Phantasms as arrows for play, isn't that too extravagant?" The Lancer standing on a stone platform looked at the sky and spoke the words everyone wanted to say. Indeed, the two individuals standing in the sky, from the moment the battle began, not counting the dozens of Noble Phantasms used at the very beginning, had already reached an astonishing number of nearly five thousand.

"But..." At this moment, Conqueror King's Master, Weber, suddenly spoke.

Weber's question attracted the attention of the Servants present, and they all cast inquiring glances. Startled by the sudden gazes of so many people, Weber instinctively wanted to hide behind his own Servant, but Conqueror King intercepted him first.

Weber looked at Conqueror King with a confused gaze.

"Little Master, if you cannot even handle such a small scene at times... you are not worthy of being called my Master, the Master of Conqueror King, Alexander the Great!" Conqueror King said to Weber with a rare serious expression. How could a Master who could summon him, Conqueror King, and receive a response be so cowardly?!

Looking at Conqueror King's thick-browed, big-eyed gaze, little Weber trembled twice, then took a deep breath, and stepped out from Conqueror King's side.

"Hahahaha!! Very good!" This step taken bravely! This was the true reason Conqueror King would acknowledge this little Master.

After stepping out, Weber slightly calmed his still trembling heart. Then he looked up at the Heroic Spirits and Masters and said, "Because, that strange Servant in red armor, his magic is simply not enough to support such a large expenditure, and yet he can fight evenly with that powerful Servant after using this 'Reality Marble'. Isn't that too strange? Normally, his magic should have been depleted by now..."

"Moreover, what's even more absurd is that the young man in white is not that Heroic Spirit himself at all! This completely goes against basic magecraft common sense. As a Servant with only C-rank magic, all of this is too illogical! This place is simply like... like..."

"Like a real dream, isn't it?" Kiritsugu finished Weber's sentence.

"Uh... yes, yes!" Weber looked at the man who had been very indifferent from the beginning with surprise.

"And not only that, but carefully observe the anomaly that occurs when that red blood dragon touches the King of Heroes' Noble Phantasms," the Lancer suddenly said, his sharp eyes fixed on the giant blood dragon in the sky.

"?"

Hearing the Lancer's words, everyone looked up in confusion.

They saw that on the sky, the two sides that were originally clashing with Noble Phantasms had, at some unknown time, escalated into close-quarters combat. The giant blood dragon firmly clung to the hull of the golden ship with its massive body, its huge head biting half of the golden ship's waist. It fixed itself tightly to the golden ship.

And on the dragon's body and the golden ship's hull, two figures, one white and one gold, were colliding fiercely. Every collision produced a huge sonic boom. Every clash of blades meant the fall of a famous Noble Phantasm. The two sides continuously attacked each other while also continuously producing new Noble Phantasms to clash again.

"... Are you asking us to look at those two spendthrifts constantly showing off how many Noble Phantasms they have?" Alice suddenly asked.

"No, you are mistaken, Alice. Don't look at the battle of those two spendthrifts, look carefully at what that blood dragon is doing!" Kiritsugu turned his head and reminded her.

"..." Alice, confused, looked up at the sky again, carefully staring at the blood dragon coiled around the golden ship.

"Gulp... ~" The giant dragon's mouth bit down hard on the ship's hull, continuing to gnaw downwards with its fangs. It made a sound like it was swallowing something. Strands of green liquid slowly dripped from the Blood Dragon's maw.

"!!" Alice's eyes widened in shock, staring intently at the slowly falling drop of green liquid.

"That's right... this is why that Blood Dragon never attacked the King of Heroes directly from the start," Kiritsugu said softly, seeing Alice had noticed the abnormality.

"Using the power of a Noble Phantasm and the magical energy network between Servants, they're bypassing space and process to directly siphon the Master's magic from the Noble Phantasm?!" Weber's eyes also widened as he stared at the Blood Dragon circling in the sky.

"No! That Blood Dragon isn't siphoning magic!" The Conqueror King suddenly interjected. Everyone's attention was once again drawn to him.

"If that Blood Dragon were truly siphoning magic... then why wouldn't it provide that magic to that young man?! Instead, it's become like that in the sky..." As everyone listened to the Conqueror King's words and looked up at the sky again...

Crack!

A bolt of lightning descended from the heavens!

The blinding white light illuminated the two figures standing atop the golden peak.

The young man in white stood at the ship's prow, his hands still held in a spear-thrusting posture aimed at the King of Heroes, but he ultimately didn't strike...

And the King of Heroes, holding a longsword with peculiar patterns in one hand, stood on the high platform and thrust the long blade directly into the white-clad youth's heart.

"Cough!" The white-clad youth spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the already not-so-clean white clothes a large patch of red once more. Though he was on the losing side, a victorious smile played on his lips.

"...You damn pest, what's so funny?" Seeing this, the King of Heroes, whose brow had relaxed from the satisfaction of personally slaying this annoying imposter, furrowed tightly once more.

However, the white-clad youth didn't answer the King of Heroes' question. Instead, he slowly dissolved into specks of starlight, disappearing into the air...

{The mission you gave me... is complete, General Xia.} The smiling youth faded away with a hint of contentment.

Leaving behind a displeased King of Heroes, and several Heroic Spirits and Masters who had been watching from the ground.

"Huh?!"

At this moment, Xia, still in the Fairy Forest, suddenly looked up into the distance as if sensing something.

Then, as if realizing something, he shook his head and sighed softly.

"Good work. The 'false dream' ends here..." he murmured softly, expressing his gratitude.

"But... it's a little too late," Xia said with a wry smile. He raised his head, his black eyes filled with helplessness, staring intently at the golden-haired figure before him.

Drip...

The sound of a water droplet hitting the ground.

Xia remained bent over, his hands around the waist of the beauty before him. He was tightly embracing Artoria. If it were anyone else, they would assume the two were in the throes of passionate love?

But...

The Holy Sword piercing Xia's body was tightly gripped by the golden-haired figure before him.

The tip of the golden Holy Sword was dripping bright red blood, drop by drop.

Red blood!

Vibrant, bright blood!

Blood flowing from within his body!

Artoria, her face expressionless, continued to push the Holy Sword deeper, bit by bit. She paid no heed to the small pool of blood already forming on the ground.

"The seal of my Self-Imprisonment is more difficult to resolve than I imagined..."

---OVER---

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