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"Of course, the solution is to defeat them head-on!" Ritsuka confidently announced her so-called solution, only to be met with a look from Euryale as if she were looking at an idiot.

"I mean, are you out of your mind...?" Euryale glanced warily at the emerald green wind barrier and took a few steps back. "This thing is something that even Asterius couldn't destroy with all his might. Is there anyone here with stronger muscles than Asterius?"

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant." Ritsuka stuck out her tongue and pointed to the wind barrier behind her. "Captain Drake just said that this wind barrier feels no different from ordinary wind, except that it can't be destroyed."

"So, since this is something that can't be destroyed, then let's turn it into something that can be destroyed." He said this as if it were the most natural thing in the world, but the people in front of him all looked puzzled.

"Sigh...that's why I'm talking about you guys." Ritsuka shook her head helplessly. "Since we can't destroy this kind of [wind], then we can destroy the [terrain] created by the wind, right?"

“Eh…?” After this detour, Mashu seemed to understand something. “In other words…” she looked at Asterius, who was standing there dumbfounded.

“That’s right!” Ritsuka snapped her fingers and pointed at Asterius. “Asterius’s Noble Phantasm is to modify the terrain. That means we can use the duration of Asterius’s Noble Phantasm to destroy this thing! That way we can go and support Mr. Nencho!”

"...I have to admit, Fujimaru Ritsuka is right." At that moment, Mashu's communication device flickered, and the familiar voice of Da Vinci came from it, "We've detected it too. The wind barrier is just made up of ordinary wind, but the [terrain] it created has enveloped Nen no Origin reaction. So, based on this factor alone, we can find a breakthrough!"

“Uh…uh…” Asterius waved his double axes and nodded to indicate that he understood.

"So, the next question is—" Ritsuka's expression gradually turned serious as she scanned the faces of the Servants in front of her.

There is no Servant here with destructive power, absolute destructive power, enough to shatter the wind barrier in one blow after Asterios unleashes his Noble Phantasm.

Atalanta, no, neither her Noble Phantasm nor her physical strength meet the standard.

Mashu, no. She's already exhausted from the recent battle; it's questionable whether she can even break through.

Euryale... what useful thing do you expect a goddess with only an E-rank strength to do?

Artemis... it's still not enough. She lost a lot of magic power in the battle just now, and she probably can't even do half of the magic power from that arrow.

"Ugh... Am I stuck in a dead end again?" Ritsuka covered her head in distress, her tone gradually becoming dejected. "Even if we find a way to break it, we don't have the corresponding means—".

However, just as Ritsuka was about to give up, she suddenly heard the clattering of high heels in front of her.

"What are you doing, Ritsuka?" Drake's confident voice remained unchanged. Looking at Ritsuka, whose voice was gradually lowering, Drake tapped her forehead. "This kind of dejection doesn't seem like you."

“Let me guess—” Drake nodded, “Is it because after Asterius distorted the wind barrier, there was a lack of people who could break it?” Ritsuka, who had hit the nail on the head, looked at the smiling Drake in surprise, clutching her aching forehead.

"Isn't that obvious?" Drake tapped Ritsuka's cheek, looking at her with an expression that said, "Look, it's written all over her face."

"Is...that's how it is?" Ritsuka cupped her cheeks, then lowered her head again in disappointment. "But...it really isn't—"

"I'll do it." Instantly, Drake's voice reached her ears, causing Ritsuka's eyes to widen.

"What did you say!?" Ritsuka turned around quickly and looked at Drake, who was laughing heartily. The wide-eyed eyes of the surrounding Servants showed that Ritsuka had not just imagined it.

"I've come," Drake, the only human in front of him, indeed said.

“No, Captain Drake.” Ritsuka shook her head, staring into Drake’s eyes. “You’re still human, how could you possibly defeat Servants? Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m not joking.” Drake nodded, his tone firm.

"Then what do you want to do—" Ritsuka retorted, but when she looked up, she saw the Golden Cup right in front of her.

“We’ll rely on this.” Drake weighed the Golden Cup in his hand, looking at Ritsuka’s dazed eyes. “Didn’t you say that this thing can reshape the world according to my will? Then let’s use its power to blast that damn wall to pieces in one fell swoop.”

"No, Drake." Da Vinci's voice came through the communicator in Mash's hand, "Now that you are in human form, if you overuse the power of the Holy Grail, you will gradually lose your humanity!"

"What will be the result for me?" Drake asked casually, tossing the Holy Grail in his hand.

"Perhaps, a man named Drake will disappear from the Throne of Heroes." The next words made Drake stop in his tracks.

"If you overuse the power of the Holy Grail, its immense magical energy will also modify your body, gradually making you advance as a [Servant], and you, as a human, might dissipate at any time. And if you die before the day you truly die in history... the person named Drake will disappear from the Throne of Heroes." It didn't sound like a lie at all; Leonardo da Vinci's hands, gripping the microphone, were slightly sweaty. "And once you die, this singularity might continue to exist."

"Is that so? I see." Drake nodded, placing his hand on the flintlock pistol at his waist. "But so what?"

"Huh?!" Leonardo da Vinci's question seemed to come through the microphone. "Did you even understand what I said? Simply put, you will die, and your death might cause history to disappear! And if history disappears, perhaps this world will be destroyed!"

“Yeah, I know,” Drake said casually, placing the flintlock pistol in his hand. “So what?”

"I've already said, if you die, the world will—" "What does the world have to do with me?"

In response to her, Drake drew two flintlock pistols.

“I think those things like ‘Heroic Spirits’ and ‘Servants’ are things that can only be created after death, right?” Drake stroked his chin and said without thinking, “I’m not interested in things after death, but thinking about it, it seems that in your history I am remembered as a pirate who roamed the open seas.”

“Then I can’t give up even more.” Drake adjusted his captain’s hat and stared at his reflection in the gun. “Since I’m a captain, I can’t possibly abandon my crew.”

“I’ve already seen one of my crew members, Nian Zhuo, die once, and I couldn’t save him that time.” Gritting his teeth, Drake raised his flintlock pistol.

"But this time, I will absolutely not watch anymore."

"I prefer violence and plunder to remaining still!"

"..." On the other end of the communication device, Leonardo da Vinci fell into an unusual silence.

"I will be monitoring your vital signs at all times." That was the last sentence he left behind. Leonardo da Vinci then ended the communication. "...Good luck."

"...Captain Drake, you really—" Ritsuka looked at her with worried eyes, "...if we really fail..."

"Ha, who do you think I am, Fujimaru Ritsuka?" Unexpectedly, Drake, with his usual arrogance, tapped her on the head. "I am Francis Drake, 'The Devil of the Sea' Drake! You think you can take my life with a broken cup? There's no such thing as a free lunch!"

"..." Ritsuka clenched her fist as she looked at Drake's confident smile. "Alright, then—it's time to go!"

Looking at the wind barrier in front of her, Ritsuka's eyes were full of determination.

"Asterius, Noble Phantasm Unleashed!" Then, under Mash's protection, Ritsuka stepped aside, and a stroke of the crimson Command Seal on her hand disappeared.

“—!—!” Roaring and howling, Asterius planted his double axes into the ground.

The surrounding scenery began to distort, and the emerald green wind barrier also began to dissipate, revealing the snow-white barrier below.

"【The eternal labyrinth!】" With crimson eyes, Asterius conjured a massive, pitch-black phantom of a labyrinth, successfully dispelling the surrounding gale.

"Captain Drake, it's up to you!" Ritsuka shouted, looking at Drake who was standing in front of the barrier.

"Alright!" Drake placed the Golden Cup in front of him and watched it float, then closed his eyes.

"Come on, if you can truly reshape the world according to my wishes, I hope you can let me see the view inside the barrier!"

Golden threads emerged from the Holy Grail and connected to Drake's body.

Then, Drake opened his eyes, which were radiating a golden light.

Sure enough, she saw it—she saw Nian Zhuo rushing towards the monsters inside the barrier.

"..." Instantly, a feeling of dizziness came over my body, accompanied by a huge feeling of nausea.

Drake felt an emptiness in his side, a sign that his organs had been replaced by magic.

“Hmm…!” Drake raised his flintlock pistol and stared at the charging figure.

Come, Holy Grail! If you can truly grant all wishes, then let me shatter the wall before me!

Behind him, the phantom image of the cannons on Drake's Golden Deer appeared, and more and more threads of the Holy Grail were embedded in Drake's body.

Pain, utter pain, the process of replacing one's original flesh and blood body with false magic was so painful.

But Drake showed no fear or pain on his face, not even a fleeting frown.

Because she is Drake, Francis Drake.

She was a woman who remeasured the sea, a hero who expanded the world's territory.

She is a pioneer of the stars! A person full of countless possibilities!

Suddenly, in a daze, Drake remembered the words Nianzhuo had said when he first said goodbye to him.

"The potential of humankind is limitless!"

Just thinking about it sent a surge of energy through his limbs and bones, converging at the muzzle of the gun in Drake's hand.

“You’re right, Nianzhuo.” Drake opened her eyes! At the same time, golden light condensed on the muzzle of the cannon behind her.

“Human potential is indeed limitless!” Then, she pulled the trigger.

All was silent; all the sounds of the world were drowned out by the roar.

The golden beam of light slammed into the barrier, instantly producing a dull hum.

"Ha—!!" Drake relentlessly increased his power, extracting magic from the Holy Grail without any restraint.

Inside the body, in the location representing the heart, a tiny magical crystal is about to form—

However, the demonic power that had been causing him excruciating pain suddenly began to flow like a river, flowing out from his back.

"...?" Drake felt a soft sensation on his shoulder and turned around.

It was Atalanta, her face contorted as she struggled to absorb the magic within Drake's body that was wreaking havoc on her.

"Hey! What are you doing!" Drake hurriedly questioned her, but the beam of light in his hand never stopped.

"Enough with the nonsense. Absorbing the Holy Grail's magic power like this will be good for your body, right?" Atalanta let out a small, painful groan. Although Servants are made of magic power, absorbing such high-purity magic power in one go was still too much for her.

However, another hand landed on Atalanta's hand that was on Drake's shoulder.

—It is Artemis, and Orion.

Both of them bit their lips in pain from the sudden surge of magical energy, and Orion, who was always afraid of death, even had his legs trembling.

But no one gave up, no one let go.

A tiny hand grasped Orion's hand.

"Ugh..." Sure enough, the sudden influx of magic caused some damage to her body, making her face turn a little paler.

"Huff huff huff... A goddess actually took my hand..." Orion gasped in pain, then joked, "I'm so lucky..."

"It's disgusting, but only for now—" Although she said it was disgusting, Euryale actually smiled.

Finally, even Mash and Ritsuka joined in, and the damage caused by the magic power originating from the Holy Grail was greatly reduced after being dispersed by many people.

At least, Drake felt the tingling sensation in his side again.

“…You guys.” Drake sighed helplessly, but he couldn’t help but smile, and at the same time, he increased the force on his body.

"Damn it, just break it!"

Then, the golden beam of light pierced through the barrier in an instant, shooting into the battlefield inside with undiminished momentum, stalemate with the tornado that was about to reach the tenth card.

“Everyone…” Seeing everyone’s familiar faces, Nianzhuo couldn’t help but be a little stunned.

But then he realized what was happening and gripped the blade of the Heisei sword tightly with both hands.

—Finally! In a single breath, he passed through both cards!

The boost from the ten cards given by Tsukasa Kadoya has been completely accepted by Nencho!

The silver light around his body instantly turned into gold, and the light particles continuously dissipated behind Nian Zhuo, forming long streams of light. The color of the beam of light in his hand finally changed.