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

Shakespeare sensed life slipping away.

At this final moment, he wasn't thinking about saving his own life, but rather about seeing the outcome of the Holy Grail War.

I want to witness the fate of the three fairy knights.

They are all beings whose tragedies are superimposed upon tragedies.

"Hahahaha! I am the witch... Look..."

Bawanshi shed a single, crystal-clear tear.

I don't know why I'm crying at this moment. Aren't I just trying to be loved more deeply?

Perhaps it was as if they heard the voice of a loved one.

He crossed space to arrive at this battlefield.

"Bawanshi, I'm here..."

Du Wei stepped out of the space and stood in front of her.

But what I saw were the glistening tears that had flowed down, and I couldn't help but feel a little angry.

A tiny flame flickers deep within his eyes.

Seeing her beloved was like finding a safe haven, but she didn't know how to act because of her inner struggles.

"Why are you crying again? If you don't mind, tell me what's on your mind. I want to know what happened..."

Du Wei approached Bawanshi and asked her a question.

He saw Shakespeare with the Bawamaki Treasure on his way.

They probably guessed what it was right away.

Shakespeare's eyes flashed with excitement when he saw the main character enter, but his condition was already extremely poor.

It was just one step away from the spirit foundation fading away.

"Du Wei...do you love me now...?"

"Why are you asking this question? Haven't we always known the answer? I've always loved you, Bawanshi."

Du Wei smiled gently at her.

Bavanshi has always held a special place in his heart, even if he is weak.

He vowed to make Bavanshi happy.

It wasn't just the reward for saving him that day, but also his own prayer for that love.

"Waaaaah... Waaaaah..."

Bawanshi's taut string relaxed.

She rushed towards Du Wei as if wanting to abandon all her burdens, and she didn't seem as sharp and pointed as before.

On the contrary, they are as fragile as delicate flowers.

"Still...as prone to crying as ever..."

Du Wei gently hugged Bawanxi and comforted her.

At first, Bavanshi found it difficult to hurt others, and she would often cry in front of him after messing things up.

However, this is a necessary way of survival.

Therefore, Du Wei would indulge her.

"I've always tried so hard... so incredibly hard... I've killed so many people for it..."

Bawanshi poured out all her heart.

Du Wei listened like a great listener, learning about the troubles that Bawanshi usually didn't talk about.

Requesting flowers?

As a lover, he should be tolerant.

"Du Wei... are you proud of me?"

Bavanshi buried her head in Du Wei's chest.

Asking these questions seemed too cautious, as if she didn't want her lover to see the anxiety on her face.

He swept away the blood-soaked battlefield.

It looks like an art piece made up of severed limbs and pieces of flesh.

An ordinary person would probably be so scared that their legs would go weak.

Du Wei wouldn't look at it so simply now, because the people who led her to commit such killings were him and Morgan.

Even if others do not approve of Bavanshi's production methods.

Du Wei will also give her his approval.

"Yes, I'm very proud that you've gone to such lengths for me. Don't worry about what others think, or do you think you can't compare to Bagst and Melusin?"

. . .

"Hmm... I won't lose to them... My love for you, Du Wei, is definitely stronger than theirs...!"

"Haha, don't take it too seriously. My position will never be replaced by anyone. No matter what."

Bavanshi, whose body was trembling slightly, calmed down considerably.

I could feel the warmth of those words flowing into my heart, and I felt an even stronger urge to reciprocate their affection.

This is the love I earned through my own hard work.

"Goo! Love is like a tug-of-war game; once it starts, you can't stop. But that's the beauty of it all."

Shakespeare sighed through his pain.

Du Wei's attention was focused on him.

"You made me aware of Bavanshi's troubles this time, which allowed me to understand her better. For that alone, I want to thank you, Shakespeare."

"No need for thanks... I just want to see the ending of the story... so could you please let me see the end...?"

Even so, I can't let you go.

As he spoke, Du Wei reached out his hand toward Shakespeare.

Countless souls were released from his palm, as if inviting him from hell to become one of them.

"After all, as a man, I can't ignore the tears she just shed. Don't you think so?"

"Gurgle! Lord Du Wei! Wait a minute—!!"

It came to an end like a comedy.

Perhaps this is the best answer to Shakespeare.

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Chapter Sixty-Six: The Spirit of Heroes [Please subscribe! Please give flowers!]

Chaldea lost Joan of Arc and Spartacus.

Now that Bagst, one of the generals, has withdrawn from the battlefield, Atalanta's fighting spirit has also diminished considerably.

It was a real pity that I couldn't kill Joan of Arc with my own hands.

But what she needs to do right now is to stop Chaldea and prevent them from reaching the Greater Grail.

A fierce battle is taking place inside the city.

The situation is the same outside the city.

Several arrows, imbued with golden light, traced an arc, each possessing formidable power.

However, the locations from which they were launched were somewhat strange.

"Ha, your arrows cannot reach me, let alone shoot me down. It's nothing but the bravery of a mere brute."

The rapidly moving azure beam is Melusin.

With her speed far exceeding that of others, she was difficult to catch up with; only Achilles could rival her in speed.

They captured the moment when Chiron paused while shooting an arrow.

"【The Unknown Innocence Aroundight】!"

Melusin exploded in the air with a sonic boom as she rapidly approached, the sharp blade symbolizing her Noble Phantasm springing out from its tightly gripped scabbard.

The timing is controlled with the precision of an electronic device.

"Ha, there's no need for the arrow to hit directly. The right angle, the right wind direction, the right wind direction... that's all I need."

Chiron did not avoid the question but closed his eyes.

He seemed oblivious to the approaching enemy's Noble Phantasm, standing fearlessly on the ground without moving.

Slowly, he opened his eyes.