PS: The image is FGO's Mozart. The historical Mozart really was a weirdo with a scat fetish, but this is the Type-Moon world, so I won't slander him here...
097, Fantasy Greatsword: Balmung
Caster was originally a high-attack, low-health class. Mozart used his Noble Phantasm to hold back three enemies at once—The Phantom of the Opera, Camilla, and the Archduke. That was already an incredibly impressive artistic feat.
But against the Mad Enhancement Berserker, who had abandoned his wyvern and launched an attack from the sky, there was no other option but to take the blow with his body.
The instant the shapeless Magic Spear pierced the musician's chest, his mana dispersed, and his existence returned to the Hall of Heroes.
"Amadeus!!!"
This time, it was Queen Marie's turn to watch her dear childhood friend "die" right before her eyes.
She had witnessed even crueler so-called "revolutionaries" send innocent her and her even more blameless children to the guillotine, purging the old ways for the sake of revolution. Even so, Marie did not want to experience such a heart-wrenching scene again.
"Go! Don't waste the chance he created with his life..."
Siegfried summoned the last of his strength, pulled the stunned Marie to her feet, and flung her onto the Crystal Steed. "Mozart—that man left with a smile!"
—Though he called himself a pervert, even a pervert like that had his moment to shine!
"What about you?"
Marie landed atop the Noble Phantasm carried by her Rider class, but this exquisite little craft horse could only carry one person. It was nothing like Red Hare or the Chariot of Divine Might, with their multiple functions.
"I'm sorry, but I won't be able to continue down this road with you."
In truth, every apology Siegfried made had its reason.
Even so,