Gilles, clad in black mage robes, was knocked down once again, collapsing before Jeanne d'Arc.
Caster slowly raised his head to look at Jeanne d'Arc. His blue-green face could no longer be called beautiful in any sense, but in truth, when he had been a marshal, he had been a rather handsome man.
Steel was stained with blood, scarlet liquid gushing from Gilles's chest and the corner of his mouth.
With his hair hanging loose, he whimpered softly, "This... is the end, isn't it...?"
"Yes, it's over..."
"After this, please allow me to say one final thing to you... All sins lie with me... That child, Jeanne d'Arc... is innocent..."
"I know."
Jeanne d'Arc nodded. The dying Caster wished to entrust Jeanne d'Arc to her, perhaps as a way to make up for the False Heroine Witch born from his mistaken "wish."
"...Jeanne d'Arc. May I alone... fall into hell..."
As a frail black Magus, Caster had repeatedly risen despite wielding power far beyond his limits. At last, he was destroyed. His figure shattered into dissipating magical energy, just like most Servants did when they departed.
To die before Jeanne d'Arc, perhaps he had no regrets...
159, Malice Overflowing
What happened outside and inside the training grounds was almost identical. Jeanne d'Arc actively threw herself toward Lianye's halberd, looking as though she intended to commit suicide.
Caster had felt remorse when he awakened from his dream and faced the true Saint Jeanne d'Arc, so he chose to condemn and kill himself.
—Jeanne d'Arc's despair, however, was far more absolute than Caster's.
If part of the reason Caster had fallen so far was because Jeanne d'Arc's persecution had struck him deeply and drastically changed his temperament, then a large part of it was also because Caster had subjectively chosen to fall.