My obsession with role-playing seems to have distorted the world's aesthetic.

"The will of the people... Hmm, if it were me, surpassing my father to become someone who understands the will of the people would be a piece of cake."

Mordred muttered to himself, and as the reactions of the others varied, Fujimaru Ritsuka and the director on the screen joined the battle as the Eternal Power shattered.

When she saw the price she had paid, the director of the real world turned pale and felt weak all over. She had never imagined that the price would be like this.

If I were to have very little life left, I could accept it, but this price... this price is just too high.

Why would my future self make such a decision, one that I would never theoretically choose to make?

"From a magician's perspective, your choice was utterly foolish; from the perspective of Chaldea, a member of pan-human history, you were a hero back then."

Seeing Olga's dazed expression, Kadoc remained silent for a moment before speaking.

"Holy Maiden! Olga Marie, I, Gil, will kill you!"

At that moment, a voice filled with grief and indignation rang out from the back of the theater. A heartbroken Jill stared intently at the director on the screen.

Meanwhile, the director, sitting in the front row of the theater, paused slightly, "Hey, did I just hear my name called?"

The theater was too spacious and there were restrictions on sound, so the director could barely hear anything except his own name.

"Pass down the word: Gil is going to kill Olga."

At this moment, Goetia, who was not far from Gil, gave an order to the Demon Pillar beside him. Upon hearing this, Shax, who was ranked forty-fourth among the seventy-two Demon Pillars, immediately posted the message on the public screen in the theater.

At the front of the screening room, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who hadn't closed the screen, paused slightly, then mimicked Shakes's tone and said, "Pass it down: the plan to kill Olga was devised by Gil."

Upon hearing this, Mashu obediently sent the message to the doctor. She had seen the doctor's seat number when she arrived, but she hadn't gone to greet him because there were people queuing behind her just before the opening.

"Does sending a message make me register? Oh well, I'll just use a random name."

As Mashu prepared to send a message to the doctor, she muttered to herself, then casually deleted the last character of her randomly selected name.

"If it were Augustus, he'd probably be mistaken for a Roman emperor or something."

After clicking the send button on the virtual screen in front of him, the doctor in the front seat of the theater suddenly heard a message notification.

After searching through his email for a long time, he finally found the message. When he saw the content of the message, his pupils shrank: Jill wanted to kill the director?

Jill, Jill, oh right, in my memory, anyone with Jill in their name who could kill the warden must be insane. Only that guy would kill the warden.

Looking at the chief doctor beside him, he said directly, "I found it. I found the email sent by Augustus. The content is roughly that Gilgamesh wants to kill Olga."

?

Upon hearing this, the director felt a lot of questions. When did he get involved with that ancient person from many years ago?

And why would he want to kill me? I've been targeting him in everything.

Having guessed the director's doubts, the doctor said in a subtle tone, "There are rumors that Gilgamesh had some problems in his youth, and that he was a patient with 'old pleasure syndrome'."

If it were him at that time, it wouldn't be impossible for him to want to kill the warden if he wasn't thinking clearly.

In the doctor's memory, Gilgamesh in his childhood and after returning from Hades were relatively normal, but his thought process during his youth was truly baffling.

Just as the Chaldeans were discussing and unanimously concluding that Gilgamesh was out of his mind, a boy not far from them suddenly had his pupils contract.

What did I hear?

Augustus sent word that Gilgamesh was planning to kill Commander Olga.

The one who sent the message must be Mikazuki Augustus. Olga must be the leader of the Orga Guild. How could such a coincidence happen?

Those who spread this news are not worthy of being appointed. They are definitely not from Tekkadan. If they were suddenly questioned and their identities were discovered, they might guess who they are.

Those people who masked their appearance and used virtual avatars couldn't be identified as having any connection to Tekkadan. What if they were enemies...?

Moreover, the group found out rather than received the information, suggesting they likely obtained Mikazuki's information through unconventional means.

The Tekkadan members turned pale. Fortunately, they were wearing casual clothes and hadn't brought anything that would reveal their identities.

No, it's better not to look at this record of fate. The most urgent thing is to immediately deliver the message to Orga, the leader of Tekkadan.

The Tekkadan members hurriedly left, while on the screen, Jeanne Alter was severely injured by the Director's massive magic that caused her magic circuits to collapse, regardless of the cost.

Just as Jeanne Alter's spirit was about to disintegrate after being struck by a meteor summoned from outer space by the Director, Gilles arrived with a group of monsters to provide support.

"Hold them off, I'll heal the Holy Maiden's wounds."

Gilles, who had rushed to the crater, narrowed his eyes the moment he saw Jeanne Alter: "With injuries of this severity, the saintess doesn't have much time left to live if this continues."

Upon hearing this, Jeanne Alter coughed up blood and asked, "Tell me the truth, how much longer do I have to live?"

"10."

Jill stated a number, and Jeanne Alter replied speculatively, "Ten minutes?"

"9."

The deduction of the next number made Black Jeanne realize that her guess was wrong, and she said with a tone full of resentment:

"I haven't yet made this world green with grass, opened the world to wisdom, and given everyone the right to pursue wisdom. How can I die here?"

Hearing Jeanne Alter's tone, Gilles knelt on the ground with a blank look in his eyes. He couldn't do anything. He could only watch helplessly as the saint he served disappeared before his eyes!

"Actually, I've always seen you as my father."

At that moment, Jeanne Alter took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and spoke to Gilles.

In reality, Gilles felt very confused after hearing Jeanne Alter's words.

I treated you like a saint, and you actually treated me like your father?

What an honor this is!

Chapter 855: People must eventually transcend the past; now I am the Great Auspicious Grass King!

The Holy Maiden treats me like a father; she cares about me!

Jill became agitated, and at that moment, Jeanne Alter on the screen slowly opened her eyes.

"Father, for my own good, please use the Catholic secret method on the Martial Emperor, Red King, and the Chaldea Director."

Jeanne Alter spoke calmly. Upon hearing this, Gillespie, who thought Jeanne Alter was about to die, nodded and immediately began preparing to guide the Great Old Ones to descend through "Catholic Mysticism".

In the Type-Moon type world of Fate/stay night, the Catholic art style seems to have become quite strange.

"Holy Maiden, just watch! Watch me avenge you! Watch this world be destroyed for you!"

Just as Gillespie walked in front of Jeanne Alter and was about to summon her, Jeanne Alter, who was in the crater, managed to stand up.

As she stood up, Frostmourne was placed in her right hand. The next moment, pale and dark blue hues converged on the demon sword. Holding Frostmourne, Jeanne Alter looked coldly at Gillespie, who had her back to her.

Frostmourne...I'm hungry!

After speaking, Jeanne Alter plunged the demon sword into Gilles' body. The next moment, Jeanne Alter's pupils turned gray, but soon a vibrant white appeared within the gray.

"The rumors about the demonic sword that can be obtained through patricide are indeed true. This power, ah, is this the true power hidden within Frostmourne?"

This power of death... interesting, truly interesting. My loyal subject, your death was not in vain; your death has opened up entirely new paths for a successful future.

With this power of death, my understanding of the life force within the Grass-type God's Heart has deepened; I have now surpassed my past self.

At this moment, a smile curved her lips, and the next instant, she looked up at the sun high in the sky and spread her arms wide; "I have surpassed the Lesser Lucky Grass King in terms of the power to control life and death, and now I..."

It's the King of Auspicious Grasses!

As the words fell, the power of life and death, combined with the power of eternity, caused the flowers of the other shore to bloom in the mortal world. However, after giving birth to these flowers of the other shore, Jeanne Alter frowned: "Does it still need time to integrate and unify?"

Ah, Chaldea, you're lucky this time. When I fully master the power of life and death, that will be the time for us to fight again.

"Well, in that case, to ensure a safe escape route, I'll give you this soul that I imprisoned in Frostmourne."

After glancing at the sky beyond the crater, Jeanne Alter took Frostmourne and made a slash in the space in front of her, creating a spatial rift.

As the spatial rift slowly expanded, Jeanne Alter walked into it expressionlessly. Just as the rift was about to close due to the influence of the Eternal Power, she released the soul that she had imprisoned within the Demon Sword.

In the real world, after watching this scene on the screen, Goetia looked at Jill with curiosity, who hadn't noticed her.

"Joan of Arc! Joan of Arc! What an honor this is, to be able to use this sinful body to help the Holy Maiden create a new future..."

Gil said excitedly, while Getia shook his head.

There's no hope. Just wait to die. Goodbye.

That guy has really gone mad. He can be so happy to be used as a sacrifice to gain power. This is definitely not the kind of thought process a normal person would have.

Unlike Goetia, who was watching the show with an air of detached amusement, the director of Chaldea was looking at Jeanne Alter on the screen with a somewhat tense expression.

"The Great Lucky Grass King, just by hearing the name, you can tell it's an enhanced version of the Small Lucky Grass King. The situation is getting serious."

The director muttered to himself, "In the future shown on the screen, I summoned a meteorite at the cost of my magic circuits, severely damaging it. This act is irreversible because I have lost everything due to the magic circuits."

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mordred were wrong. Even with their help, they could only severely injure Jeanne Alter, and that was only in her Little Lucky Grass King form.

Jeanne Alter, who gained new power by killing her father, must have some reason to dare to change something small into something big. As for Chaldea, it seems that the situation is already unsolvable.

"If there are multiple strong individuals like Fujimaru Ritsuka in this singularity, there might be a possibility of defeating the small, no, the great auspicious grass king."

The captain, somewhat helplessly, tentatively deduced the chances of victory, but after thinking for a long time, he came up with a way to break through the desperate situation of Chaldea on the screen.

Meanwhile, on the screen, Ner'zhul, the origin of the spatial rift opened by Jeanne Alter, awakens.

"Wait, I remember that Little Lucky Grass King sealed my consciousness inside Frostmourne... No, what's going on here? My body feels a little off?"

Ner'zhul's pupils suddenly contracted after he condensed the water mirror: "Damn it, I've become a substitute! That little Lucky Grass King was definitely up to no good by letting me out."

In the water mirror, Ner'zhul's appearance was not much different from Jeanne Alter's.

"Little Lucky Grass King, I didn't expect you to survive such an attack!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's surprised voice rang out at this moment, and Mordred, who arrived shortly after, looked at the ground with her pupils shrinking slightly: "I see, you recovered to this state by sacrificing this Heroic Spirit?"

Your plan to pursue eternity has come to an end; we will stop your evil schemes!

"Wait......"

Just as Ner'zhul was about to say something, their attacks came. Faced with Mordred and Fujimaru Ritsuka ganging up on him, Ner'zhul was too busy defending himself to speak.

"The creatures of this world are truly capable to have driven me to this point."

A few dozen seconds later, Ner'zhul's gaze sharpened as he looked at the two who had joined forces. He knew that if things continued like this, he would surely die. So he decided to unleash his most essential power.

Even if the Frozen Throne is gone, Frostmourne has been taken, the Helm of Domination is lost, and I have been imprisoned for a hundred years, so what? I am no weaker than anyone else when I unleash my full power!

Ner'zhul unleashed his full power, revealing his true form. At that moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka's pupils contracted: "I see. That explains why the Little Lucky Grass King possesses that kind of power."