Go, Berserker!

Blood flowed from his slashed palm, yet he still desperately tried to find any homunculi who might have survived.

Even though he had created them as tools in the beginning, he could no longer bear their pointless deaths. He remembered Assassin once asking him a question, but after thinking it over, perhaps what Assassin had truly wanted to ask was this: in his eyes, did homunculi count as people?

Of course they did.

After seeing the dead homunculi.

He realized they were not merely tools, nor merely products of alchemy.

"Please stop." Jeanne d'Arc grasped Gord's wrist.

When Gord looked up, he saw Jeanne d'Arc's calm, saintly face.

His words seemed to freeze in his throat. "Ruler, they're all dead. They're all dead."

"You're still alive, and so is he." Jeanne d'Arc wrapped the bandage around his hand, then gently lifted a homunculus out of the shattered glass. "Though his condition is terrible, he is indeed still alive."

"Really?" Gord hurriedly checked the homunculus's breathing.

His hand was still trembling.

But—

There was still breath. It was simply very faint.

"His lungs may be underdeveloped. I'll get a breathing support device right away." Gord staggered over, connecting the homunculus to the device.

Jeanne d'Arc glanced at Gord and softly reassured him, "See? He's still alive."

"Yes, he's still alive!"

Go, Berserker!

"The Greater Holy Grail—"

For the first time, greed appeared in Amakusa Shirou's eyes.

His hand trembled slightly.

Even Semiramis had never seen this emotion before. It was the excitement of someone who had struggled for his ideals for a full sixty years, with his dream about to come true.

"Amakusa, you can hear me, right?" Gilgamesh asked Amakusa through their contract.

"I can hear you."

"You did as I said, didn't you? Electromagnetic interference, as well as magecraft