Don't You Have Any Brother B in Your Heart? (cont.)

In that instant, there was no time to observe the enemy's vital points.

The eyes' reaction was simply too slow.

Discard them.

Open—True Eye of the Heart, honed through countless battles upon the Throne of Heroes and awakened only at the brink of life and death!

Beatrice's vulnerable points and intended movements were completely seen through by Shirou. Following the guidance of his inner eye, he locked onto eight locations.

"God Slayer of Hundred Beasts: Blade Works (NinelivesBladeworks)!"

"What?" Beatrice hurriedly raised Mjolnir to block.

Heracles was the mightiest hero of Greek mythology. Having slain countless gods and endured the Twelve Labors, he had forged this terrifying technique—God Slayer of Hundred Beasts!

What did the Thunder God matter?

Beatrice held the massive Mjolnir before her, her face twisted. Her right arm had been injured and was bleeding. It should have been impossible for her armor to be pierced and draw blood.

Yet it had truly happened.

Blood flowed from her right arm, hard as solid rock.

"All brute force, no technique..." Shirou assessed. He had gained some understanding of Beatrice's strength. "The Thunder God himself would cry if he knew. His wielder is this weak."

"Shut up, urusai!" Beatrice glared at Shirou and licked the corner of her mouth. "This is getting interesting. This is getting interesting!"

"With strength like yours, can you protect Julian? And even if you do, so what? What you're doing will bury Julian." Shirou mocked her mercilessly. "Do you not care if your beloved Lord Julian ends up completely becoming Darius?"

Beatrice froze at his words.

No matter how Shirou taunted her, Beatrice had never cared. She would only swing her hammer at him. But... but the Lord Julian she loved would die if she kept fighting like this?

"What do you mean?" Beatrice panicked.

"Don't you have a fucking clue, as a servant of Einzbern? Every generation of family head ends up becoming Darius. Julian, Zacary—they're all tools for Darius to extend his life." Shirou spread his hands, taking the opportunity to recover some strength. God Slayer of Hundred Beasts had consumed too much energy. Continuing to fight now would be disadvantageous.

"I know that, of course, but as long as you—so long as you give up the Holy Grail, Darius will leave Juli..." Beatrice forcibly stopped herself.

"Leave Julian?" Shirou spotted the blind spot. So that was the plan?

"Urusai, shut up!" Flustered and disordered, Beatrice hurriedly attacked. Shirou discarded God Slayer of Hundred Beasts, drew his twin blades again, and effortlessly knocked her away once more.

"How filthy and disgusting. You want to sacrifice my sister for yourself?" Shirou walked toward Beatrice. "Darius deceived you and sacrificed Einzbern. He really is... so selfless, working so diligently for all humanity!"

Beatrice took two steps back, her eyes filled with panic.

"No, that's not it. That's not how it is!"

Just as she lost her composure, Berserker rose to his feet again, fury filling his eyes as he raised his Axe Sword.

"Ah!" Beatrice was sent flying. She tried to use Mjolnir again, but Berserker had already become immune to it. The same attack was useless against him a second time!

"Wryyyyyyyyy!"

With no heart left for battle, Beatrice understood this clearly. Should she run? But she could not escape. The black Berserker before her was far faster than she was.

And the black Berserker raised his Axe Sword once more. The next instant would be her death, forcing her to close her eyes.