Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

No...

If this continues, my hands will get tired.

Shirou remembered his promise to Morgan, and the sword in his hand became even more fierce.

"Not enough, Artorius!"

Artoria hurriedly dealt with Shirou's suddenly accelerated offensive.

She did give it her all, but so what?

The sword of protection implies a burden, and is far less exhilarating and carefree than the sword of unrestrained killing.

Shirou can attack her weakest point without any mercy.

Artoria, out of concern for not wanting to hurt anyone, hesitated and wavered when drawing her sword.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sword blades collided and intersected with each other continuously.

The girl's wrist, gripping the sword, trembled slightly from the immense force.

Even the center of the body becomes somewhat unstable as a result.

With the magic output becoming disordered, the fragile wooden sword could no longer support the battle between the dragon's essence and the power of the heroic spirit.

Click

A faint crack began to spread across the sword's blade, and then...

Click!

A cracking sound erupted.

The wooden sword in the girl's hand suddenly broke.

The sword tip, unable to bear the weight, drooped to the ground and shattered inch by inch.

The sword is broken.

It was a defeat even more humiliating than losing control of the aircraft.

Standing there, the girl stared blankly at the broken sword in her hand, looking somewhat dazed.

"How can a sword that cannot kill protect people?"

Shirou lowered his eyelids and looked at the petite girl.

"Artorius, your sword is too weak."

Weak.

A disheartening review.

Such words must be hurtful enough, right?

At that moment, the girl's emerald green eyes were filled with loss, confusion, and disillusionment.

These emotions became nourishment for a certain witch who was hiding in the dense forest, watching all of this.

"That's awesome, Shirou...!"

"That's it, make her even more disappointed, make her even more upset..."

"Delicious...!"

The dark witch blatantly evaded taxes.

In the shadows where the tree canopy sways in the wind.

The witch, still in hiding, had a flushed face and gazed at the faces of the boy and girl in the wheat field with a dreamy look in her eyes.

Her slightly heavy breathing maintained a regular rhythm, and her fair and full breasts rose and fell incessantly.

"Well done, Shirou..."

"well done……

“My accomplice!”

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Age of Gods Produces Divine Beings

The witch, who remained hidden, probably had no idea.

Her words, which she thought no one could hear, were being displayed word by word on the interface for forming a bond.

Especially the last sentence made Shirou's lips twitch.

"As expected of the Age of Gods, it produces many extraordinary people."

"But I held it in easily."

It's absolutely true that this world only has Wang Chu and the twisted Wang Chu.

It's unknown when Morgan will discover the traces he has left behind.

A gentle breeze swept across the wheat fields.

Shirou's lowered eyelids made it seem as if he was disappointed by the fragility of the girl in front of him.

Seeing the boy's 'attitude', Artoria gritted her teeth and picked up a new wooden sword from the ground.

"Lord Caesar, let's do it again..."

"...If the path is wrong, it is useless to persist in it ten thousand times."

For some reason, I felt a little annoyed.

Was he annoyed by the girl's stubbornness?

No, it's anger at her life.

He was surrounded and made king...

Betrayed to death...

Throughout his life, he chased after a vague and elusive hope.

They attempted to save this nation, which was already doomed to die.

Yet they have never received any understanding or redemption.

The only thing that accompanied her to her death was... endless loneliness.

Shirou's eyes had already seen the girl's future.

It's as if I can already see it.

Even though she faced misunderstandings, hatred, and prejudice from everyone, was not understood by her friends, and was not loved by the people.

Even so... she persevered silently.

No matter how bitter or difficult it was, I persevered...

That's not fate.

This was not the girl's own choice.

This was the only path left for her after her mind had been guided and bound.

That so-called Wang Xuan was nothing more than a pre-arranged scheme.

My life was already designed from the very beginning.

And she actually knew.

She knew that she was a red dragon created by the "Ideal King" project, a vessel for the "King".

Disguised as a man, he trains day after day, learning the ways of the king.

Her becoming queen was not her own choice, but King Uther's plan.

And her willingness to accept all of this is not out of selfish desire.

Simply because it appears to be a good deed.

The sounds of people laughing and cheering, and every ordinary day over the years, have been her motivation.

That's it.

"Is that all...?"

The girl named Artoria is like a puppet on strings, suspended by a borrowed ideal.

His hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Anger reached the tip of the sword.

Bang!

The sword intent was surging.

Shirou now wields more than one sword.

To vent his anger, he unknowingly projected another sword.