The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

The massive cannon, held in both arms, was aimed into the air. A smile, more dazzling and fearless than the setting sun, shone on Napoleon's face.

"You said it was impossible, you said it, you really said it, those words ignited a fire in my heart. You know what? When humans say the word 'impossible,' their words always contain a hint of hope."

Maybe, definitely, perhaps, etc., although I don't know what Napoleon Bonaparte was like when he was alive, after all, my height has changed too.

At the time, people hoped and prayed that Emperor Napoleon might win. But as time passed, people began to think that the emperor might hinder the happiness of the citizens.

Do you know what the result was? Both came true! How exciting! Responding to the wish brings victory, responding to the wish loses power.

This is me. This is what is etched into humanity—the hero, the spirit who answers expectations! The spirit of Napoleon is precisely the man who answered those wishes!

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This is an absolute predicament, a dead end. It's not the first time I've experienced this; it's always been like this, hasn't it? For example, here.

In this Lostbelt, there is no way back, no hope. No one harbors desires, neither man nor god, not even giants.

They never fantasized about tomorrow, nor did they have any expectations or imaginations about the future. Since that's the case, someone must teach them what hope is! What a wish is!

No, that's not right—only I can do this!

Napoleon shouted out hope, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. He felt no confusion, no bewilderment. He had only one task: to aim his cannons precisely at the brow of the giant king, Surtur.

"Therefore now, I will! Right here! Unleash the rainbow of victory! This is my treasured trump card, take this, monster! — 'The Triumphant Rainbow Bow (Arc de Triomphe de l'Etoile)'!"

The seven-colored rainbow light was fired from Napoleon's cannon; it was the light of possibility, transforming the possibilities held by mankind into cannonballs that flew into the sky like a rainbow.

This Noble Phantasm is based on Napoleon's very existence, and is elevated by adding the legend of bombarding the Sphinx. It also has a special attack against the mysterious.

But now Napoleon is doing more than that. Since it is his biggest trump card, the price he has to pay naturally includes everything.

This is the maximum output of 9, who used both his spiritual origin and soul as fuel, to fully demonstrate the light of his potential, making it like a rainbow across the sky, truly bringing hope and fulfilling wishes.

"That's all I can do now. It's up to you now. You must move forward. Yes, move forward, take a step forward."

You may feel lost, you may feel troubled, but you must never stop moving forward. Go forward, whether you want to go forward, to the right, or to the left, just follow your heart.

Even moving forward is acceptable, but one must never stop, never regret, never turn back. As long as there is breath, one must move forward; the direction of the living is the direction of humanity. Possibilities are never zero; anything is possible.

Didn't you shatter the light band that burned the world to ashes? You can block that demonic sword that burned the world to ashes just like that. This is who we are, this is our history; only humanity can always find a way at the last moment.

Humanity is destined to see mountains of disgusting things on its path forward. The true essence of infantry lies in being able to laugh like an idiot at all the garbage they see…”

Napoleon's rainbow-like light traveled into the distance with him, striking Solut's head, just as in the legend he used a cannon to strike the Sphinx's nose.

This man, a legend, a man who achieves the impossible, must be able to deliver that impossible blow with all his might.

Surut's head, like the Sphinx's nose, was directly struck and shattered.

Although it wouldn't kill him, it could hinder Surut's actions and bring hope and the possibility of victory.

After Ophelia was captured by Surtur, she stood on Surtur's shoulder, and the rainbow light of the rainbow enveloped her.

The rainbow light was also a response to a wish; just before being engulfed by the flames, Ophelia had pleaded for someone to save her.

The rainbow light should rightfully respond to this request and awaken the woman, who had been swallowed by flames and evil dragons, from the chaos.

Ophelia, standing on Surtur's shoulder, instantly sensed that the fiery hand deep within her body, which had been gripping her soul, had been shattered.

Ophelia's thinking ability began to function again, and her consciousness and sense of self gradually returned.

"Where are you going, Ophelia!"

Surtur, whose head had been smashed, noticed that Ophelia, who was standing on his shoulder, suddenly began to take steps forward, which was beyond his control.

“I say, Saber. Actually, even I have a wish deep down, no, I used to have one. Thanks to the meddlesome Archer, I finally remembered it.”

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"Even if the history of humankind is reduced to a blank sheet of paper, I don't want to let the planet turn to ashes."

Ophelia straightened her back, not caring where she was or where she was standing, and just kept moving forward.

She took a step forward, then fell off Surut's shoulder and plummeted to the ground.

"You liar..."

Chapter Forty-Nine: The Beginning

Ophelia fell from Surtur's shoulder and landed in front of the Chaldea people.

"Miss Ophelia!?"

Falling from the sky was indeed an unexpected way to make an entrance, but more importantly, Ophelia would appear here.

"Well, um... actually... just now, Mr. Napoleon, he..."

“I saw it, and I heard it too. So, I was pierced straight through.”

Ophelia knew what Napoleon had done; she clearly saw the rainbow light shatter the dragon within her.

"It was a beautiful rainbow. He was amazing; he could see so many possibilities. Now I can see things I used to ignore, and I know what I should do now."

The members of Chaldea in Shadow Border, and the Heroic Spirits. Mash, and... uh, and..."

After witnessing the glimmer of Napoleon's potential, Ophelia realized that she should do something.

Therefore, she sincerely addressed these people who should have been the enemies of the Hidden Ones.

"My name is Fujimaru Ritsuka."

"I know, of course I know, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka. I haven't forgotten, it's just a little hard to say... I'm sorry, I won't forget again, after all, you're an important junior to us."

Ophelia focused solely on Mash from the beginning, so she didn't pay as much attention to the others, which is normal if she couldn't recall their names for a moment.

But that doesn't matter. Ophelia stepped down from Surtur's shoulder to reach out to the untouchable sky.

“I know it’s selfish to do this, but I still want to ask you, even if only for now, please let me stand on your side.”

Such a request was indeed quite presumptuous, especially since everyone had assumed that Ophelia had abandoned Skadi and turned to Surtr.

The scrutinizing gaze naturally fell upon Ophelia, who was also aware of this, and thus she continued:

"Once his head has regenerated, he will act again. The guy who absorbed the Imaginary Tree is now only interested in causing destruction."

The Imaginary Tree possesses the ability to take root on planets and gradually expand the Lostbelt. Therefore, if this continues, the reality of only flames burning will eventually engulf the planet.

“That won’t do, but no matter what, to us you are mass murderers, traitors, and to human society you are criminals, terrorists who have caused massive destruction. But… but the situation is indeed what it is. Uh, uh…”

Goldruff immediately objected, but as he spoke, he realized that the current crisis didn't seem to be the time to care about such things.

"Emergency refuge, alliance with the enemy of the enemy—we've gone through these choices before, which is why we've gotten to where we are now, Director."

Even if we add another temporary ally, there shouldn't be any problem; the Russian experience is a good precedent.

"That's right. In any case, it's not a bad thing to try to grasp at straws for now."

Holmes and Leonardo da Vinci also agreed, and Goldruff followed suit:

"There's nothing we can do, but this is just a temporary alliance. We'll arrest you after it's over, so please, just give up and surrender then!"

"I was already aware of this. It's hard to imagine that someone with your personality would be a member of the Clock Tower."

Ophelia was not unreasonable, but her reaction to Gordolf was quite strange. Indeed, a true orthodox magician would not be so polite.

Goldrov's initial arrogance was nothing but a facade. Although he came from a legitimate magician family, his actual abilities were limited, and he could only put on airs.

However, it must be said that such behavior is indeed repulsive at first glance, making it impossible to like. Changing this perception will likely require a long period of coexistence.

"Honestly, although I have no right to interrupt, you are such a naive general. It must be very tiring, but it's not bad. It's just that your weight is not good. Go lose weight."

Skadi, standing nearby, commented in this way, which lightened the mood slightly and dispelled the sadness of Napoleon's departure, before the topic returned to the main subject.

“Ophelia Famsolone. I need to confirm one thing: do you have a Servant contract with Surtr?”

"Yes, although it is an exceptional case, I am still in a contractual relationship with it."

"Where are the Command Seals?"

"Three strokes have already been used up, but... it should be able to forcibly terminate the contract."

"Great! If we remove the effect now, he'll just be a Servant who's lost his Master. That guy probably doesn't have any special abilities like manifesting or acting alone, right?"

"Hmm... Moreover, although it was only once, he still used the Flame Sword, and the mana consumption was equivalent to the release of the True Name of a Noble Phantasm."

“I understand now. No wonder we haven’t received a second attack no matter how long we wait. We can only wait for the injuries caused by Napoleon’s attack to heal and for us to regroup in preparation for the next strike.”

Holmes and Ophelia finished their question-and-answer session, with Holmes recounting the information and intelligence Ophelia had gathered. The next step should be to launch an operation targeting this point.

"In that case, let's seize this opportunity to quickly switch from defense to offense and defeat Surut."

Surut is still recovering his head and has not taken any further action yet. If he seizes the opportunity now, it is not impossible to defeat this ultimate device.

After all, although Napoleon's attack was achieved through the Light of Possibility, which could be considered impossible, it still managed to shatter Surt's head with what was essentially an A-rank anti-army Noble Phantasm.

However, this also shows that Surut's defense is not as strong as his offense.

That Fiery Sword was theoretically capable of burning the entire continent to ashes in a single blow, but it was clear that Surte himself probably couldn't withstand such damage.

Therefore, what everyone needs to do is not to use an attack that surpasses the Flame Sword, but simply to use an attack that can seize an opening and directly defeat Surt.

This requirement is obviously lowered considerably. After all, to produce an attack comparable to the Flame Sword, one needs more than just a weapon of the same rank; one must also possess equivalent magical power.

Even if a weapon wielded by an ordinary person were to shatter everything, how could it possibly compare to the power of the god himself when wielding it?

"That's right, the rainbow left by His Majesty the French Emperor still exists and continues to give strength to our limbs."

"Exactly! If we're going to make a move, now is the perfect opportunity!"

Although Napoleon has passed away, the magic he left behind has not dissipated, and the radiant rainbow light still bathes everyone.

Going into battle now would be the best and strongest state that everyone can be in during this Lostbelt period. There's no need to waste any more time.

"Let's fight! Even if our opponent is the Giant King, we must use all our strength to defeat him!"

"Yes, Master! The damage output is stable, the equipment is functioning well, and we can fight the Giant King!"

Having received everyone's words, Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately issued the order to fight.

Next, the actual battle will begin.

“Ophelia, continue with the information about Surut—”

The current battle was clearly beyond the reach of ordinary magicians, so Holmes prepared to continue questioning Surtur.

Ophelia, however, had no intention of staying and shook her head, interrupting Holmes:

"No, I don't know much. So, I also want to assist Mash... assist the Heroic Spirits in their battle."