This was simply like...
The age of mythology returning...!!
Yukino stood frozen amid the ruins, her hand pressed over her violently pounding heart in confusion.
An inexplicable melancholy filled her, along with heartfelt frustration at being unable to intervene.
Yet at the same time, she discovered that her heart was filled with incomparable excitement and joy—not because that blonde woman had called her Master.
It was because the appearance of those "monsters" was precisely the wish buried deep within her heart.
Only when ordinary people were in danger, crying, wailing, and trembling beneath the monsters' devastation would she have the chance to save them like a hero.
Not for fame,
Not for wealth,
Not for profit,
Nor because she wanted her glorious deeds recorded in history, sung by the people, and revered by future generations!
It was merely for self-satisfaction...
Seeing everyone rescued by her in their despair, shedding sparkling tears of joy.
Heh~
I really am an ugly woman.
Realizing the pleasure in her own heart, Shimo Yukino mocked herself.
Compared to her great, pure, saintly sister Haruno,
Wasn't she more like someone who was sick?
But even so, I will become a Justice Partner!
"Holy shit!"
Many people cried out.
The girl's inner thoughts were far too bizarre, leaving them frightened and bewildered at the same time.
As they reflected, people asked themselves whether they, too, had once dreamed of becoming good people as children, whether they had friends who wanted to become Justice Partners...
But they had never seen anything this twisted!
Because life was too peaceful and there were no good deeds for her to do, she hoped for disasters to happen?
"People like that are really prone to going to extremes!"
Someone shuddered, the hand holding their cigarette trembling slightly.
In a novel or movie, that mindset would make her the ultimate final boss!
No one is doing evil? Then I'll do it!
No disasters are happening? Then I'll create them!
Everyone is living happily?
That won't do!
If you aren't living in misery, how am I supposed to save you from suffering?
"No, it isn't that bad."
After pondering for a moment, a scholar began to analyze the situation calmly.
"There is a similar condition called post-traumatic stress disorder, or PTSD. As long as someone stays by her side and helps heal and improve her heart, I'm not saying Miss Shimo will become some wonderful person, but at the very least, she will begin caring about the people and things around her."
"Once a person's energy is divided among family, relatives, and loved ones, even if extreme thoughts arise, they will feel deeply exhausted by them."
"That makes sense."
Netizens from various countries gave their approval, their somewhat oppressed hearts finally relaxing.
Then the question was—
Would anyone stay by the side of orphaned Shimo Yukino?
If no one healed her, accompanied her, or changed her...
What would become of her ideal in the end?
For some reason, people suddenly recalled Archer's Noble Phantasm—.
A sword-filled domain resembling a graveyard.
Countless people shuddered.
Could that white-haired female Heroic Spirit really be Yukino's ancestor?
"The me from the Parallel World really is very different from the real me."
In the Heavenly Curtain World, Shimo Yukino murmured, her gaze somewhat distant.
What that world's version of her pursued was pleasure and justice.
An incomparably extreme, twisted sense of justice that nearly forgot everything else!
That version of herself had gone mad. No matter what she did, she sought nothing in return and only wanted to see satisfied expressions on other people's faces.
She was the most selfish person, yet also the most selfless!
However,
Although she in this world was likewise preparing to establish the Service Club and had met Luo Shu,
What she pursued was not a "Justice Partner," but a "Partner of Correctness"!
Correctness and justice.
Only one word apart, yet worlds apart!
If faced with the trolley problem,
The Shimo Yukino of the Parallel World would choose to avoid the track with more people and run over the track with fewer.
But she would choose to save the person who was right, not the greater number of people.
If the entire world was wrong, and only one person was right.
(Such as in the Black Bullet world.)
Then she, Shimo Yukino, would unwaveringly fight the entire world for that one person!
Her ideal would never reach its end!
"What a twisted fool."
Shimo Yukino sighed wistfully, wondering what that other version of herself would ultimately become.
The Heavenly Curtain's image showed the battle growing increasingly intense!
"Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud~"
The earth shattered beneath savage force, while dazzling sword light sliced through countless flashing chunks of stone.
Amid terrifying roars, blue arcs from the holy sword and chains tore across the sky. Their immense force further ravaged the school that had already become ruins, reducing countless grand buildings to dust.
The ground had long since been blasted into a bottomless black crater.
Beneath the bright moonlight, Rider's purple figure retreated again and again.
Meanwhile, the king who shone as brilliantly as gold spun like a top, sweeping forth with awe-inspiring momentum as she brought down a crushing sword strike.
"Boom...!!"
With the thunderous crash of sword energy, the beautiful purple figure was sent flying once more.
Relying on her astonishing bodily coordination, Medusa adjusted herself in midair, spun, and landed steadily. Covering her bloodied shoulder, she frowned. "As a hero, why hide your weapon so furtively..."
The King of Knights neither confirmed nor denied it, merely shaking her head. "If you cannot see through my weapon with your own abilities, that is your incompetence. Must you demand that your enemy put down their weapon and fight you barehanded in a fair duel?"
"..."
Medusa fell silent.
Her condition was terrible right now.
She had been injured and exhausted herself during her previous battle against Archer.
Without even a moment to recover, she had then entered a close-quarters battle against the strongest Saber-class Servant.
Continuing to fight like this would be no different from slowly dying!
But when she thought of her own detestable Master...
The tight frown between Medusa's brows eased, and her expression gradually calmed.
Perhaps Matou Shinji believed he had hidden it well, but how could it possibly escape a Heroic Spirit's senses?
Whenever the wind blew from the basement's worm pit, it carried a thick stench of decay.
Even she, the venomous snake monster of Ancient Greek mythology, had no desire to serve such a vile evildoer. Returning to the Throne of Heroes seemed like a good ending.
To Medusa, death was not a frightening end to one's existence.
But...
Even if she died, she would only die honorably in battle after exhausting every last ounce of her strength!!
Rider's beautiful deep-purple eyes flickered as magical energy began surging within them.
The terrifying Mystic Eyes of the highest rank, A—.
Were slowly awakening...
That tragic, valiant air of a hero walking to certain death instantly diluted people's ill feelings toward Medusa.
The world sighed.
Comments on Observer Net also flew by, as countless people vented their complicated emotions.
"Is this scene setting up a death flag?"
"She doesn't feel as cold and vicious as she was in Greek mythology."
"I also think she should be a gentle, softhearted person."
"Not happy QAQ..."
"Medusa is so great. It's such a waste for her to be following Sincere Brother..."
"Big Sis R: What the hell is this deranged Master supposed to be?"
"Looking closely now, Medusa is actually really pretty."
"More than pretty—she's as beautiful as a fairy in a painting!"
"A cute, expressionless, big-breasted older sister—who wouldn't want that!!"
"I hope Big Sis R doesn't die..."
"Sigh, forget it. If Big Sis R doesn't die, that disgusting Matou Shinji will get his hands on the Holy Grail."
"If Luo-kun were Rider's Master, the situation would have completely reversed just now."
"What rotten luck in meeting the wrong person!"
Fake II, Ending Conflict, a Mysterious Figure!
The camera shifted again, arriving atop a pristine skyscraper beneath the serene moonlight.
The Archer pair stood there, both with slightly raised brows as they casually looked down upon the battle.
Compared to the carefree, handsome young man, a hint of nostalgia appeared in the female Heroic Spirit's eyes, followed by a soft sigh.
After so many years, seeing this scene again still moved her deeply.
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