I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

At least that's what she did in the Greek pantheon.

But it was only after it manifested in modern times that I understood.

The world did not become a better place because she became a hero; on the contrary, it became far more cruel than the Age of Gods.

"The future of this world is not the future I want! I am not fighting as a hero for this kind of future!"

What do those who abandon children and disregard their sorrow and pain know?!

Atalanta angrily rebuked Joan of Arc.

Morgan, watching from her throne, understood why Dewey had chosen Atalanta.

Dewey believed the original world was too hypocritical, Morgan only recognized his own ideal world, and Atalanta wanted all children to be happy.

They all hold a negative view of the current pan-human history.

This world is far from perfect.

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A little space was spent describing the other characters.

After all, focusing solely on the main character would require skipping many battles, and I also wanted to consider the character portrayals of each individual.

I don't plan to stop writing a female character from appearing later in the story.

This approach is too arbitrary; everyone should have room to maneuver.

Ta-Miao's dream is perfectly suited to achieving dominance, constructing a world based on one person's ideals; most domineering gods are like this.

Well, I had already planned for Ta-Myanmar to be a member of the protagonist's Soul Army.

I will add more details about the Soul Army's settings later.

Simply put, a domineering god can make those around him become subordinate gods, thus allowing them to reach the realm of false gods.

There's no problem with understanding it this way.

Chapter 52 Atalanta's Obsession [Please subscribe! Please give flowers!]

“Miss Atalanta…”

Mashu didn't know what to say to her.

In the Chaldean Third Singularity, Oceanus had a brief encounter with her, but did not gain much insight into her.

Unexpectedly, Atalanta was so devoted to her ideals.

Are children beyond saving?

Such a question arose in Ritsuka's mind.

Unfortunately, no one could answer them at that moment.

"Perhaps I won't understand... but the living should yearn for life and should never make death a part of their goal."

Joan of Arc's expression became firm and sharp.

His tone was firm and resolute, without a trace of confusion.

"We, the spirits of heroes, have no right to interfere in the mortal world."

May the departed children rest in peace, and may the living strive to grow. All we, their spirits, can do is watch them take their first steps; only in this way can we truly be human.

This is how Joan of Arc perceived herself as a heroic spirit.

The answer that belongs to Ritsuka and Mashu is also given here.

That's right, they can't stop all children from suffering.

　27. At most, we can only do our best to cope. As the living, we should not have too many attachments to the dead.

"...Even a saint wouldn't save all the children?"

Atalanta stared coldly at Joan of Arc.

It's clear that she doesn't care about all of humanity; all she cares about are the children who need her protection.

"I'm sorry... I can't save them... and I've never considered myself a saint."

My hands were stained with blood from the moment I entered war. Atalanta, I will never let your wish be fulfilled.

Joan of Arc spoke the words in her heart.

She couldn't bring herself to spoil all the children.

"The one who refuses to offer salvation is not a saint at all! We can no longer acknowledge each other's existence."

"I will kill you, you hypocritical saint!"

Atalanta stared at Joan of Arc with a gaze that seemed to be aimed at her.

Why should we have to accept death?

Whether it's a dead child, a child living in the world suffering, or a child who has never experienced it.

She wanted to save all of them.

Dark purple magic emanated from his right hand, which was tightly gripping the boar's hide, and an ominous and foul aura emanated from it.

"Atalanta! Stop! Are you really going to abandon even your last shred of heroism?!"

Joan of Arc knew about Atalanta's second Noble Phantasm.

If she were to use it here, it would be a major obstacle for Chaldea.

"If one cannot even redeem one's own desires and the things one wants to save, then what kind of hero are we talking about! What kind of justice are we talking about!"

"My Master showed me that world, and my wish is not just a pipe dream! Anyone who tries to stop me will be killed without hesitation! Ruler, too!"

The fur, symbolizing filth, pierced the shoulder.

Atalanta was instantly engulfed by the burning flames, and eerie blood flowed continuously from her shoulder.

"Aaaaaah---! Noble Phantasm [Agrius Metamorphose]!"

A painful roar came from the expanding flames.

Her once vibrant green hair, as fresh and tender as tender grass, was now stained with a grayish-white hue from the dirt.

The slightly tangled ends of her hair add a touch of wild charm.

The tail, which originally had one tail, has increased to two, and its color has changed from golden brown to pure white, like the first snow.

As her spirit origin changed, even her clothing style became bolder and more direct than before.

"He's transformed into a Berserker!?"

Joan of Arc looked utterly astonished.

Because she saw that Atalanta's current attributes were a qualitative leap compared to her previous Archer class.

"If I abandon these children, who will save them? Who will love them? Ridiculous! Is it God again?!"

Atalanta clutched several black flame arrows.

These were placed on already tainted bowstrings, with Joan of Arc and the Chaldeans as their targets.

"Only my Master has heard my wish and acknowledged it! The child can definitely be saved! Even if my power is insufficient, I will change this world with the help of the Greater Grail and my Master!"

Atalanta released her fingers and unleashed a dense rain of arrows.

Using its inherent skill "self-purification," it transforms its body, growing wings from its back large enough to take flight.

The overwhelming flames scorched and burned the earth.

Arrows flashed across the sky and pierced the ground, their bursts of demonic flames sweeping across everything in sight.

Joan of Arc quickly dodged when she was being sniped.

Black flames covered both my shoulders and back, and the burning sensation stimulated my nerves.

"Atalanta, you chose to walk the path of demons, even abandoning the duties of a hero. I will take up the duty of a heroic spirit and come here to punish you!"

Joan of Arc stopped and looked up.

Her flawless, deep blue eyes revealed no filth, only a pure and unwavering sanctity.

He has always followed his own beliefs.

She wasn't wrong to believe that Heroic Spirits shouldn't interfere too much in the mortal world, and Atalanta wasn't wrong to want to save all the children.

Neither of them was wrong in their thinking.

It's simply because they don't approve of each other.

That is the reason to fight.

Although they understand what the other person means, they absolutely cannot accept acknowledging the other person's thoughts.

Simply put, they are incompatible.

"Attack me? Come and try if you dare!"

With the power granted to me by my Master, I can change the world! I will reshape the world with my ideals and my domineering spirit! A world where no child will be harmed—!!