Though he was roaring inside, though his embarrassment was exploding exponentially, Messmer's face remained expressionless.
She turned and looked at the girl behind her.
The light of the flames was reflected in those blue eyes.
"You..."
Messmer's voice was low, with a metallic rasp. This was probably the only part that still retained any masculine traits.
Miquella: Don't you think this makes you even more charming? (ˊ˘ˋ*)
"Can you stand?"
The girl looked at the Red Hair before her, at her outstretched hand.
When that hand held a spear, it could burn everything, but now, extended toward her, it simply waited quietly.
Tears suddenly welled up in the girl's eyes.
She took that hand like a drowning person clutching at their last straw.
"I... I can..."
Trembling, she grasped Messmer's outstretched hand.
Messmer nodded, pulled her up, and sheltered her behind her.
She looked back at Zouken Matou... Tch. A disgusting soul...
There was not a single negative emotion on the old man's face.
Only a smile.
"Ah... how splendid!"
"To summon a Heroic Spirit at such a young age! What talent..."
"Come! Come here, Sakura, and bring me the Holy Grail!"
The girl's body shook violently.
She hid behind Messmer, clutching her cloak tightly.
The tip of Messmer's spear was already alight.
In her eyes, Zouken Matou was not a person, but a humanoid nest of worms.
A twisted soul wailed, five hundred years of accumulated sins wrapped in a shell of worms, barely maintaining a human shape.
This form was called "sin"!
"Something that needs burning."
The spear thrust forward, and the Lord's radiance left the worms nowhere to hide.
Unable to react, Zouken Matou was hoisted into the air. Flames spread from the spear's tip and instantly engulfed him.
"Aaaaaah!"
He screamed, struggled, and tried to resist