I have two options.
Mukuro Hoshimiya held up two fingers.
"First, I have Anti-World Noble Phantasm. It should be able to completely destroy the world the opponent has created."
She paused, her expression subtly twisting.
"But the area of destruction is too large. If I use all my strength... the Millennia Fortress definitely won't be able to be saved."
Darnic's lips twitched.
What about the second one?
Mukuro Hoshimiya raised his second finger.
"I can seal away their Noble Phantasm. I can conceptually seal away the ' Akhilleus Kosmos.' This way, I can save Heracles and the others without destroying anything."
She stuffed the bread into her mouth and mumbled a sentence.
"You decide which one to use."
Darnic's eyes widened.
There really is a way. And it's not just one, it's two.
Happiness came too suddenly.
"The second one!" he said almost without hesitation, "Use the seal!"
"Okay."
Mukuro Hoshimiya swallowed the last bite of bread, dusted off the crumbs on her hands, and straightened up from the pillar.
Her expression became focused. The languid air emanated from her, replaced by a calm, almost Divinity aura of authority.
Mukuro Hoshimiya raised his right hand and drew an arc in the air.
Spatial ripples unfolded before her, and a spatial portal appeared out of thin air in the center of the hall.
The other end of the door connects to the battlefield several kilometers away. Heracles ' figure is clearly visible through the door frame; he is kneeling on one knee, but his arms are still firmly supporting the world above his head.
"It needs to be bigger."
Mukuro Hoshimiya placed his left hand on the edge of the portal, exerting force with his fingertips, and the area of the portal doubled.
Then she took a deep breath.
"This time, the effort required will be greater than ever before."
She has never revealed the true name of her Noble Phantasm to anyone else.
Mukuro Hoshimiya emerged from the portal and appeared on the battlefield.
Heracles' expression changed slightly the moment he saw her.
"... You've come."
"Okay, I'll finish this off. You've held on long enough; you can start letting go now."
As she spoke, she raised her right hand and summoned the Michael.
"This time, we need to True Name Release."
Mukuro Hoshimiya pointed the tip of her staff at the world overhead that was pressing down, her voice calm.
She spoke.
He revealed the true name of that Noble Phantasm.
" The Michael " (Michael) --
The air within a radius of several hundred meters stopped flowing at the same instant, and even the world above Heracles' head, which was being compressed, paused for a moment.
Inside the main hall of the walled city.
Caules ' mouth opened into a circle.
Fiore's hands slipped off the armrests.
Celenike dropped the teacup from her hand and shattered it on the floor.
"Wait, wait, wait--"
Gordes's voice cracked.
What did Archer just say?
"Michael..." Fiore's voice trembled, "It can't be... the Michael we know, can it?"
"Archangel..." Celenike's face Pale than ever before, "Archangel Michael?!"
Darnic stood rooted to the spot, completely frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.
On the battlefield.
Mukuro Hoshimiya ignored everyone's reactions.
The top of the Michael's staff lit up, converging into a dazzling pillar of light that shot straight into the sky.
The concept of "closure" begins to take hold.
This time it wasn't a mere brush, a light touch, but a complete liberation.
The target being closed is " the Akhilleus Kosmos ".
Achilles felt an immense resistance on his chariot, and the shield in his hand began to tremble. The Divine Construct that bore the glory of his life was being stripped from his very concept by some force.
"What!"
He tried to infuse more magic, but the power of the Michael had already seeped into the interior of the world, beginning to structurally dismantle the foundations of this miniature world.
The white stone pillars, the golden dome, and the buildings built around the hillside all began to become transparent, like a pencil drawing being erased bit by bit by an eraser.
Achilles gritted his teeth and poured all the remaining magic power from his chariot into his shield.
It's completely useless.
The concept of "closed" has completely encompassed the " Akhilleus Kosmos ".
Under Michael's name, the glory and legend embodied in that shield were suppressed by a more ancient and higher-dimensional force.
This is not a difference in strength level.
It's a difference in social standing.
Mukuro Hoshimiya released the Michael.
The colors of the world above are fading rapidly, transforming from a vibrant real scene into a gray relief, and then from a relief into a translucent phantom.
Then it silently shattered into countless points of light, dissipating into the air.
Achilles ' shield also lost its luster.
"My shield has been sealed? No... even the concept of Noble Phantasm itself has been sealed away."
Achilles, having lost all will to fight, simply drove his chariot away.
Karna approached from a distance, his spear tucked behind him. He glanced up at the departing chariot, then at Archer on the ground, who was holding a key-shaped staff.
"We meet again."
"Hmm, we meet again." Mukuro Hoshimiya yawned. "Not this time?"
"No," Karna's voice remained calm as always. "Today's mission is complete."
His figure transformed into golden specks of light and vanished into the air.
Siegfried sheathed his sword and let out a long breath. Vlad III stood not far away, his dark golden eyes fixed on the Michael in Mukuro Hoshimiya's hand, remaining silent.
Heracles stood up and dusted himself off. He looked at Mukuro Hoshimiya with a complex emotion in his eyes.
"Michael..."
He murmured the name.
Who exactly are you?
Mukuro Hoshimiya put away the Michael, turned around, and walked towards the fortress.
"Who am I? I can't quite remember anymore, but I'm definitely not Michael."
Immediately afterwards, her figure disappeared into the portal.
The main hall of the walled city was deathly silent.
Darnic slowly sat back in the main seat, crossing his arms to cover the lower half of his face.
Michael.
Archangel Michael.
The commander of the celestial legions. The being who fought and defeated the red dragon in the Book of Revelation. An archangel with a supreme status in the biblical mythological system.
Their Archer.
The girl summoned by Caules with a single strand of golden hair.
Is it Michael?
"... impossible."
Darnic's voice was hoarse.
"Archangels cannot be summoned as Servant. This does not conform to the rules of the Holy Grail War."
"But Mr. Darnic."
"She did indeed say that name just now. And the power of that Noble Phantasm..."
"I know."
Darnic interrupted Fiore.
Of course he knew. He witnessed the entire process of sealing the " Akhilleus Kosmos " through a Magecraft Projection.
That kind of power is not something human heroes can possess.
"Whatever she is."
Darnic slowly raised his head, a complex light burning in his dark green eyes.