Let the Bizarre Adventure of the Joestars begin.

However, now, for the android, the person who saved them calls them Watson, which means that this is considered the name of the android boy.

Similarly, this can also be seen as Ms. Na's recognition of androids.

"Rider, could you please inform the Master and Servants in the castle? I think we might have something to do." He took a deep breath to calm his excited heart.

Finally, he said this to Rider, who was still confused.

Even without understanding, Rider, looking at the expression on his master's face, knew what he should do, because the dark clouds of the past two days had not yet dissipated over the android, oh, he should be called Watson.

The gloom on Watson's face finally dissipated.

And the same Rider naturally lives up to the Rider class, which means...

Within minutes, all the Servants and Masters within the contracted area received the notification, and a dozen minutes later, everyone assembled in the room where they had been initially summoned.

The moment everyone arrived, they were all instantly pulled away.

When it reappeared, it was already above the Empress's Hanging Gardens.

A piece of paper floated down from the sky, and Watson caught it.

It contained a sentence, the final words, the words that marked the beginning of the final battle for all Masters and Servants.

"Please do your best to solve this so-called third case, Mr. Watson."

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I would never say that I finished watching Kamen Rider Ex-Aid before updating, hmph~

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A War Filled with Black and White: Chapter Twenty-Seven - Feelings

On the night before the battle began, the night the Black Assassin died, a very thick fog unexpectedly appeared.

It was so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, which was very unusual in Tulifas, as unusual as the previous murder cases.

But if I had to say, for some people, it might not be that unusual.

"What are you thinking about, Jeanne?" Sirin asked Miss Jeanne.

Yes, even though Sirin was still inside Miss Jeanne's body at this moment, she could no longer hear Miss Jeanne's voice.

'I'm so glad, so glad that Atalanta didn't come along to deal with the Assassins.' Yes, after a brief silence, Miss Jeanne finally said that.

After all, if that guy who wants all children to be happy were to see such a scene, there would definitely be problems, and he might even directly fight against Miss Jeanne.

'Is she feeling uneasy?' Sirin keenly sensed something. Yes, although it wasn't very obvious, Sirin still felt it.

"Ah, seeing those children who died back then, I felt a little guilty. No, I felt very guilty because I lived in that... era." Yes, it was precisely because she lived in that era that Miss Jeanne felt so guilty and uneasy. Miss Jeanne felt that perhaps if she had put in just a little more effort, perhaps she could have saved those girls from her world.

"Ha~~~~" Trying to expel all the air from my lungs.

She tried to take deep breaths, thinking it would make her feel a little better, but for Miss Jeanne, this was anything but easy.

It is precisely because I lived in that era, and because I was the only person in that era who could solve the Jack the Ripper case, that I feel so distressed and heartbroken when I see those children who have been absorbed by the legend of Jack the Ripper, and that I can do nothing but stand here.

"But even so, even if you feel guilty, we still have to go back, back to the world that can accept us, back to the world we know."

Hearing these words, Miss Na felt a little bit of something, a warmth coming from her shoulder and the side of her face. This warmth made Miss Na understand what Sirin was doing.

Sirin must be hugging herself, that's how I guessed it, and in fact, that's exactly what happened; Sirin was currently holding Miss Jeanne with both arms around her.

However, because her body was transparent, Sirin was able to hug her like that.

However, Celine didn't know why she hugged Miss Jeanne. She had no idea at all, but if she had to say, at that moment she felt that she should, no, she should say she wanted to hug that person.

Especially after looking at her face, I was certain of this once again.

However, what the underlying reason was, Celine didn't know.

But at times like this, Sirin would wonder if she were human, would she be able to understand what she wanted to do at that moment?

However, no matter how much she fantasizes, Sirin is ultimately Sirin, the personality born when she became a Herrscher, so it's perfectly normal that she doesn't understand things that her human self could comprehend.

But now, Sirin felt that perhaps all she needed to do was help Miss Jeanne, and that should be enough.

But what exactly is the reason that I failed to take over Jeanne's body?

Celine never understood, nor did she need to, because she had already decided what she should do. So Celine had made a decision, an extremely simple one: not to investigate why she hadn't done those things, or why she had done them.

Because Xilin had a premonition that if she figured out the so-called reason, things might change slightly.

Things can change slightly, so if I had to say something, Sirin no longer wants her relationship with Miss Jeanne to change.

Whether it's good or bad.

Celine didn't want her relationship with Miss Jeanne to change; she just wanted to maintain the status quo.

Thank you, Celine.

As Miss Jeanne spoke, it was as if she saw not the Herrscher in the man holding her, but another person entirely.

A guy from over twenty years ago, Sirin, Sirin who belongs to humanity.

However, in just a moment, that image was overshadowed by another person in her heart. Yes, Sirin, who belonged to the Herrscher side, had never been confirmed by Ms. Jeanne.

But at this moment, Miss Jeanne's image of Herrscher Sirin has changed slightly—no, no, it shouldn't be said slightly, it should be said completely changed.

'Cirin, I think we should go.'

As the setting sun slowly sank into the sky, the warmth emanating from her face lingered. Miss Jeanne spoke these words to Sirin.

Although Miss Jeanne wished that the previous moment could have been prolonged as much as possible, she confirmed through the spatial rift that all of the Black Faction's Servants had gathered.

Therefore, this moment, the moment that Sirin and Miss Jeanne both so desperately wished could last, came to an end, ending with the setting sun.

'...'

Although she didn't speak, Miss Jeanne knew that Sirin was still there, and Sirin was still listening.

'Don't speak, just wait a little while, just a little while...' Not long after, Miss Jeanne heard these words.

'...'

After waiting for a few dozen seconds, the warmth on her face began to dissipate, leaving Miss Na feeling only a tiny bit of lingering warmth.

'Cirin, this is the last one.'

'Yes, I know.' Unlike her previous unease and softness, Sirin's tone returned to its previous state, as if the events of the past few minutes had never happened.

"It's over, let's go back now." She said this, not knowing if Sirin could hear her, but Miss Jeanne wasn't just speaking to Sirin, she was also speaking to herself.

Ah, now that this final battle is over, it's time to go back.

Miss Jeanne wanted to rest a little, not the kind of rest where she wouldn't get up, but rather the kind of rest she felt during her journey.

A short rest, not too long, not too short.

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Hmmmmmmmmmm, not bad. I was thinking of finishing the F/A today, but it looks like that's not going to happen.

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A war filled with black and white: Chapter Twenty-Eight: My Wish...

The Hanging Gardens, the Noble Phantasm of the Red Assassin, is theoretically almost impossible to breach head-on, at least considering the people of that era.

However, what was invincible at that time, in retrospect, especially in the context of the current Holy Grail War, might not truly be unbreakable.

Yes, at least eleven people arrived here in an instant.

If one had to say, the Hanging Gardens' overall defense, whether against magical or physical attacks, had reached its peak.

However, this time, someone broke through, at the fastest speed, or even in an instant. Of course, the breakthrough method used here was not a conventional breakthrough method.

Instead, it is a different kind of method, one that is beyond the imagination of this world.

"Sirin, the remaining Honkai energy." Jeanne asked this the instant they arrived at the location.

'Enough to finish this fight.' Yes, although all the Honkai energy we have now is indeed insignificant compared to the energy consumed during our previous world travels, it all depends on what we're comparing it to.

If we compare it to the concept of suicide soldiers, Sirin currently has about a thousand or more suicide soldiers' worth of Honkai energy remaining.

Although it can't be used many times compared to the energy consumed by spatial teleportation, it's enough for combat as long as it's not a complete release.

"Oh my, who is this young lady?"

There was no check-up before they came, so it's perfectly normal for this to happen.

Then, in the next second, the seemingly weak Servant was beheaded. Sirin used her spatial ability to behead the Servant in an instant.

Decisive and efficient.

"Jeanne, the Greater Grail has been opened." She explained her actions in this way, because before entering, Sirin had already seen that part of the Greater Grail had been opened.

That's why I acted decisively and swiftly beforehand.