Kotori's gaze shifted from Tomoe Gozen's face to the wounded soldiers on the battlefield.
Then it moved back to Tomoe Gozen's face.
Tomoe Gozen was looking at her.
Those crimson eyes were full of sincerity.
Without a trace of evil intent.
There was no ulterior motive whatsoever.
It was just a simple request.
"..."
He was being stared intently at by Tomoe Gozen Gozen's eyes.
Even Kotori her black ribbon form, felt a little embarrassed by the stare.
She turned her face away.
"Okay."
"But only this once."
"If they get injured again later, I won't treat them so easily."
"Thank you, Kotori."
"... snort."
Kotori didn't look at Tomoe Gozen again.
She turned around.
Facing the entire battlefield.
She stretched out one hand towards the sky.
"--Buzz."
Crimson magic erupted from her body.
Warm red flames surged from her palms.
Numerous, countless warm red fireballs flew out in all directions.
Each fireball flew precisely to a wounded target.
Kotori's control was on full display at this moment.
Hundreds of warm red flames traced their own unique paths across the sky.
Some flew towards the poisoned soldiers lying on the city wall.
Some flew towards the wounded soldiers whose backs had been broken by being trampled beneath the city wall.
Some flew towards those with severed limbs, disemboweled bodies, or corroded skin.
Even the other Servant were given a Flames of Healing.
The wounds on Leonidas's body, inflicted by the monster's claws, healed in the flames.
The deep, bone-revealing cut on Ushiwakamaru's left arm had also disappeared.
Benkei's broken ribs were reattached beneath the collapsed section of his armor.
Amakusa Shirou's wound on his left shoulder, pierced by a scorpion's tail, closed up in the flames.
Any wound that comes into contact with the flames is instantly healed.
The severed arm regenerated in the warm red light.
The prolapsed organs were returned to the abdominal cavity, and the wound closed.
The corroded skin regained its normal color.
On the battlefield.
Everywhere there were warm red specks of light.
Like fireflies, they danced on each of the wounded.
A young soldier with a severed right arm stared blankly at the flames engulfing his arm.
Then.
The palm grew back.
My arm has recovered.
He raised his right hand, which had grown back.
Look at your five fingers.
Then he cried.
A middle-aged soldier whose stomach had been cut open and whose intestines were spilling out.
After being enveloped by the Flames of Healing, the abdomen returned to its flat state.
He touched his stomach.
After confirming that everything is in good condition.
He lay on the ground, wailing loudly.
A soldier whose body was half-corroded and who thought he was going to die.
After the flames subsided, the skin was completely unharmed.
He struggled to his feet.
Stand still.
Look at your own hands.
"I... I'm still alive?"
"I'm alive..."
Similar scenes played out in every corner of the battlefield.
Those soldiers who were originally destined to be disabled for life, or who were just waiting to die.
She cried tears of joy after her injuries were healed.
Someone knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
Some people embraced and wept.
Someone shouted to the sky.
Some people held their newly healed arms, touching them repeatedly, as if they couldn't believe it was real.
Tomoe Gozen witnessed all of this.
Looking at the soldiers on the battlefield who had recovered from near death.
The corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.
A genuine smile.
She turned to look at Kotori.
Kotori was standing still, her hand already down.
The flames had all flown away, and her palm was now empty.
His expression remained cold, as if he didn't care about anything.
" Kotori-- "
Tomoe Gozen stepped forward.
Then he pulled Kotori into a tight embrace.
"--Eh?!"
Kotori's body stiffened.
Tomoe Gozen wrapped her arms around her petite body.
Tightly.
What are you doing--
"Thank you."
Tomoe Gozen's voice came from above.
With a smile.
"Really, thank you."
"Let go, let go of me--"
Kotori's face turned slightly red.
He wanted to push the other person away.
But I dared not use too much force.
What if I accidentally aggravate the other person's freshly healed wound?
She tried to struggle a few times.
They couldn't break free.
Then I gave up.
Anyway, Servant's body won't suffocate from not being able to breathe.
"..."
Kotori was held in Tomoe Gozen's arms like that.
The soldiers who had just been healed also witnessed this scene.
"That's not Tomoe Gozen Gozen's..."
"Redhead..."
"Was it her who saved us just now...?"
Whispers came from all directions.
Kotori's face turned even redder.
"Let go of me... It's so embarrassing..."
"Wait a little longer."
"..."
Tomoe Gozen finally let go of her hand.
Kotori immediately took two steps back.
They increased the distance between them.
Her face still bore the flush from being squeezed earlier.
Don't do that again.
"Okay, okay."
"... I'm serious."
"Uh-huh."
What did you mean by that 'hmm'?
Tomoe Gozen smiled even more broadly.
at the same time.
The Central Temple of Uruk.
Gilgamesh sat on the throne.
A water mirror Magecraft floats in the air in front of me.
The image reflected in the water mirror showed the real-time situation on the northern front.
This is a special observation Magecraft he designed.
He would use this water mirror to monitor every battle in real time.
He gazed at the battlefield reflected in the water mirror.
From the start of the battle until now.
When the Servant are in crisis.
His hand gripped the handrail tightly.
Images of Uruk soldiers being slaughtered by monsters.
Scene after scene was reflected in the water mirror.
His mood grew increasingly heavy.
They watched helplessly as their people were torn apart, trampled, corrupted, and burned.
And he could only sit here.
Look.
He had the urge to go to the front lines several times.
As long as he makes a move.
With his power.
Those magical beasts are nothing.
That scorpion commander is nothing special.
But he couldn't do that.
Clairvoyance EX.
In the future he saw through his Clairvoyance.
I have more important responsibilities.
Once I'm personally on the front lines...
The goddess standing behind the Warcraft team—
His true form Gorgon.
They now call themselves Tiamat.
She'll probably be unable to resist getting involved herself.
By that time.
If he falls.
Uruk is truly finished.
The king cannot fall here.
The king must remain at the very end.
This is his duty.
That was also his destiny.
Gilgamesh opened his eyes.
Continue looking at the water mirror.
Then he saw it.
In the water mirror.
The red-haired girl made her move.
A fiery slash.
The scorpion man was cleaved in two.
"..."
Gilgamesh at the image reflected in the water mirror.
I looked at it for a long time.
That Berserker he couldn't see through.
The red-haired girl who followed Tomoe Gozen every day.
That brat who called him " Gilgamesh " in front of him and then swaggered away.
I just killed the monster's commander with a single blow.
The huge weight on his heart finally lifted.
But at the same time...
Another thought came to mind.
"That brat..."
"What is going on?"
Her Clairvoyance EX, couldn't see her past or future.
But the scene before us is real.
That kind of power.
This is something that ordinary Servant cannot do.
That kind of flame.
It's not just any ordinary Conceptual Weapon.
"Interesting."
Gilgamesh's lips curled up slightly.
But he quickly reverted to his usual expressionless demeanor.
He looked at the water mirror.
In the picture.
Tomoe Gozen was holding the red-haired girl.
The red-haired girl's face turned as red as if it were about to bleed.
"..."
Gilgamesh leaned back on his throne.
He picked up the clay tablet.
But he flipped through it twice and then stopped.
His gaze drifted back to the water mirror.
In the water mirror.
Soldiers on the northern front are getting up from the ground.
Everyone was looking in the direction of the red-haired girl.
Someone knelt down and kowtowed.
Some people cheered loudly.
Uruk--!
"Long live Uruk--!"
Cheers could be faintly heard coming from the direction of the northern front.
The news traveled all the way to the temple.