To become a king and a magician

"What kind of being are you...?"

76. Ta-Miao is so cute!

—Elven Armed Corpus

A summoned beast that was once summoned by Aleister in Paris.

Now, Natsukawa Torama summoned the spirit into his body, using his dragon attribute, the night, and the strong water element of the Sky Garden as summoning conditions, thus completing the spirit possession.

As a dragon, Kokutos possesses extremely strong physical strength and always has a protective barrier that can greatly offset various kinds of interference. With the support of Natsukawa Torata's super-standard magic power, it even managed to withstand a Noble Phantasm of the level of the Complaint Arrow!

This is a feat that even the Kokutos summoned by Aleister could not accomplish.

Hearing Atalanta's question, Natsukawa Tiger flicked his tail: "What kind of being am I? I can't say for sure myself. After all, there are quite a lot of things inside me. But according to Alaya, at least in terms of classification, I am indeed a human."

Are they still considered human in terms of classification?

Atalanta gave a wry smile: "What kind of human is you?"

Able to defeat Servants head-on, summon the destructive moonfall, face the blow of a falling meteor, and withstand the full force of one's own Noble Phantasm—how can such an existence be considered human?

Even heroic spirits aren't as outrageous as him!

"If humans like you were running all over the streets, what would happen? What's wrong with you looking like this?"

"Ah, this is just a natural physical modification that occurred after summoning the spirit into my body. I'd say I'm half dragon-blooded now," Natsukawa Torama laughed. "Well then, enough chit-chat. You said you wanted to hunt me, right?"

With a flap of its dragon wings, it soared into the air. Xia Chuanhu grinned, and the unique power of the dragon species immediately swept over Atalanta!

hunting?

Hunt him?

"Your courage in attempting to hunt a dragon is commendable, huntress, but do you know how reckless and foolish it is?!"

Magic gathered in his mouth, and the phantom of a dragon overlapped with Natsukawa Tora's body. In Atalanta's trembling eyes, the azure dragon's roar descended like a cataclysmic disaster! Destructive blue light instantly filled her entire field of vision!

Without any hesitation, Atalanta immediately leaped away, trying to escape her impending death. In terms of speed alone, she was only slightly slower than Achilles, and dodging a dragon's breath was more than enough for her.

"Boom—!"

The blue flames instantly engulfed a corner of the sky garden, and the azure flames even painted the sky a deep, watery color.

Clang!

Nearly a hundred arrows made of magic suddenly flew out from the flames!

Half-crouched on the roof of a house, just like Natsukawa Tora had done earlier, Atalanta looked somewhat helpless: "It's a bit harsh to say that I used my Noble Phantasm right away, but aren't you just like me? You're even a bit harsher than me."

Grey had previously said that Natsukawa Tora was very good at doing things that defied common sense while talking to himself—now it seems that this was a fairly accurate and reasonable assessment.

"Likewise—are you planning to hunt me down with your ignorance, huntress?"

The letter of the complaint was received almost unscathed.

It's likely that even a fully charged arrow won't be effective.

Looking at Natsukawa Torato, who had transformed into a dragon, Atalanta curled her lip: "He's just like Hercules—I lose."

"It was surprisingly decisive."

Landing on the ground and de-transforming into a dragon, Natsukawa Torato was somewhat surprised by Atalanta's choice.

Atalanta simply put away her longbow and sighed, "There was never any need to compete with you. In the end, if the difference in strength is too great, there's no need to dwell on winning or losing."

Atalanta was not a warrior, but a hunter. She did not care about winning or losing; winning was best, but losing was also fine.

However, even with her animalistic values, she still cares about saving face.

Taking a quick step forward, Atalanta gently patted Natsukawa's cheek while he blinked.

"Okay, that counts as me getting my revenge. That's enough about slapping me."

"Huh?"

Touching his face where he had just been touched, Natsukawa Torato was momentarily stunned. Just then, Sajou Ayaka's roar echoed in his mind once more—

[How dare she touch the prince's face! How dare she! How dare she do that!]

[Unforgivable, absolutely unforgivable! Even if he was only touching a vixen, it was still a face just like the prince's!]

【Servant, Atalanta, I'll remember you. One day I'll cut your hand off—】

(Shut up, don't make a sound.)

After silencing Sajō Aika with a single sentence, Natsukawa Torara chuckled, "That's enough? I thought you were going to go a little harder?"

"If you want, I can do it again for you."

Atalanta raised her hand as if to slap her, but before she could even raise her hand, Natsukawa Tiger grabbed her wrist: "No, I was just kidding!"

"you--"

Atalanta blushed slightly as she looked at Natsukawa Tora who suddenly appeared in front of her. Although she was not interested in men, she quickly pulled her hand back. Damn it, is this guy a little too handsome?

Atalanta's dislike of men stemmed from two reasons: firstly, she had sworn a vow of purity to the moon goddess, and secondly, the men of Greece were generally considered very rude.

After all, for the Greek warriors of that time, battle was both an offering to the gods and a form of ravaging. Atalanta looked down on any of them who displayed such brutality even in hunting.

But it's clear that Natsukawa Tora doesn't fall into this category.

At least so far, Atalanta's senses towards him have been acceptable.

[Archer, have you resolved your personal matters?]

Just then, Semiramis's voice rang in both of their ears at the same time, probably transmitted through a magic trick.

"Yes, it's all taken care of. I apologize for the considerable damage to your yard, Assassin."

[It's nothing. Since it's war, this level of damage is to be expected. More importantly, Lancer seems to be having some trouble. Black Rider is quite resourceful; he can't effectively stop their advance. Go and provide support.]

"I understand—that's how it is. I have to go now."

The second half of the sentence was said to Natsukawa Tora.

Natsukawa Tora nodded: "Astolfo has a Noble Phantasm that can isolate magic, as well as the Falcon that can jump between dimensions. The True Name Release of its spear can forcibly aspire the feet. In addition, there is a magic flute that can release a demonic sound that is almost like a dragon's roar—although it probably won't work on you and Karna."

"You really do know everything... Well, I did receive the suggestion, thank you."

Watching Atalanta gradually disappear from sight, Natsukawa Tora composed himself and then walked back in the direction he had come from.

Now, only Semiramis, Shakespeare, and Amakusa Shiro remain in this sky garden.

(Well, it's about time I... got down to business.)

77. Open your eyes!

One part of the rooftop garden.

In order to take care of his Master, Amakusa Shiro, Semiramis went to great lengths to prepare a place for him to pray.

Now, having shed the black robes he had worn for decades, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada has changed into the same clothes he had specially ordered, the same ones he wore in his lifetime.

In preparation for the upcoming battle.

"Click..."

I heard the sound of a door opening behind me.

After finishing his prayers and standing up, Amakusa Shiro looked at the small figure that had come up not far behind him.

"Are you Amakusa Shiro Tokisada?"

“Indeed.” Amakusa Shiro maintained a calm smile. “Although I had already received the revelation, I was still somewhat surprised after actually meeting her. I never expected that the famous saintess would appear in this form.”

Joan of Arc has been turned into a child—if the believers knew this, it would probably cause a sensation.

Even as a child, Joan of Arc's imposing presence remained undiminished. Clutching the sacred banner of the iris, Joan of Arc questioned in a deep voice, "I know everything about you, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada."

"Ruler, who survived the Third Holy Grail War, was the leader of the Shimabara Rebellion in Japan during his lifetime, a saint in his youth—and also the greatest anomaly in this Holy Grail War, who wanted to achieve salvation for all mankind."

"I'm really surprised that you know so much. Where did you get this information from?"

Despite his surprise, Amakusa Shiro's expression didn't change much; it remained as gentle as ever. However, judging from his grip on the hilt of his sword, he must have already made his decision.

"Fine, it's come to this now, so it doesn't matter where you got your information—now that you know my identity, have you already decided how to treat me?"

I will stop you!

Joan of Arc said sternly.

"Your wish is correct, the salvation of all mankind is a beautiful wish, but it should never be realized in this way."

"Why?" Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's expression changed for the first time.

Having his dream denied by a saint who was just like him, or even far surpassed him in some ways, even Amakusa Shiro Tokisada found it hard to contain himself: "I think you, who have witnessed the ugly side of humanity just like me, should be able to understand me."

"Yes, I understand you, but that's precisely why I need to stop you from having that wrong idea."

"Why do you say my idea is wrong? What I pursue is the salvation of all mankind. By simply using the power of the Greater Grail to achieve the Third Law, and letting the Garden travel around the world to absorb the magic of the ley lines, all mankind can become immortal spiritual beings."

Liberate humanity from the shackles of the physical body, erase the instinct for survival, and reduce selfish desires to the point of near disappearance. In this way, humans will become thinking spiritual beings, achieving true immortality.

Hatred will cease to exist, and conflict will stop. Humanity, the world, and this planet will enjoy eternal peace. No one will suffer, and no one will be subjected to injustice.

"If this isn't salvation, if this is wrong, then what is salvation, and what is right?"

Amakusa Shiro countered with a question.

“I will save humanity—if you try to stop me, does that mean you want to watch humanity fight again and again, living in a world full of selfishness and strife?”

"Don't you think this is the greatest evil, Joan of Arc?"

By the end, Amakusa Shiro's voice was tinged with anger.

Faced with his anger, Joan of Arc simply shook her head, her will unwavering: "In that case, humanity cannot be truly saved. Forcibly erasing everyone's selfish desires is tantamount to stifling the greatest virtue of human existence. The reason why human civilization has developed to its current beauty and splendor is precisely because everyone has their own desires and their own thoughts."

"What you have done is tantamount to completely erasing the meaning of human existence; it is a mass extinction called 'salvation'."

"I won't let you have your way, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada."

The negotiations broke down.

The two sides' differing values ​​made it impossible for them to reach a consensus.