To become a king and a magician

In the very end, Amakusa Shiro's eyes peered beyond the light of the Holy Lance, desperately trying to see Natsukawa Tora.

If it weren't for him, if he hadn't shown up, things wouldn't have turned out this way.

"Ahhh... what a pity... if only we could do it again..."

If I had another chance, I'd definitely succeed.

With this thought in mind, Amakusa Shiro and Semiramis were both overwhelmed by the torrent of the Holy Lance.

83. Sabbie, you're playing dirty tricks!

"Haa... Haa... Haa..."

Kneeling on the ground, leaning on her sickle, Gray gasped for breath and barely managed to lift her head to look ahead.

"Is it... over...?"

"According to the usual pattern, the moment you say that, the other side will definitely jump out unscathed, but it should be over now."

Having already taken out a new pair of Demon Eye Killers, Natsukawa Tora came to her side, squatted down, and carried her on his back.

“You did a great job this time, Grey.”

"elder brother....."

This wasn't the first time Gray had been praised by Natsukawa Tora, but this time, for some reason, Gray felt happier than ever before.

"However... this is a bit of a problem for me." Natsukawa Torato suddenly gave a wry smile. "I feel like I'm losing all my authority as an older brother because I'm being protected by my younger sister."

“No way…” Grey leaned against Natsukawa Torata’s back and gripped his clothes tightly. “In my eyes, you’ve always been the most dignified, brother—except in front of Sister Meryl.”

"You don't have to say the last sentence, Grey."

What do you mean "except when facing Meryl"? He was clearly at his toughest when facing Meryl, okay? If he had been a little softer, that scumbag woman would have already been riding on his face and attacking him relentlessly.

"Hmm... Grey?"

Feeling some undulations behind him, Natsukawa Tora glanced back slightly—Grey was already asleep.

[That was quite a drain on her; the release of the Holy Lance was still a bit too much for her. You'll have to reward this girl properly later, buddy—maybe give her a kiss!]

"Come on, Yad, have some decency. I don't want my legs broken."

Who can break your legs? At most, Morgan will chase you around and beat you for a while.

Ignoring the frivolous Yad, Natsukawa Tiger carried Gray to Vimana, who had landed right in front of him.

Jumping down from Vimana, Angelica knelt on one knee before Natsukawa Torato: "I am sorry, Lord Natsukawa, I am late. Please punish me."

"No, you've come at the right time, you've been a great help. This last part would probably be quite difficult without you—take care of Grey, then go and meet up with Mordred. I have some things to do here."

"Yes."

After handing Gray over to Angelica and watching them ascend Vimana, Natsukawa Torama turned to look at the dilapidated surroundings and shouted at the seemingly empty space, "So... how long do you plan to hide, Shakespeare?"

"Oh, oh, oh, we're not hiding! We're just protecting ourselves!"

Like a master actor on stage, Shakespeare, holding a book, made an incredibly exaggerated entrance from the very edge of the ruins.

"Nice to meet you, Lord Natsukawa Torato! I've long admired your name!"

"I don't remember having any of those titles."

“In my book, you are such a figure,” Shakespeare said, then showed the book in his hand to Natsukawa Torato. “Although it is somewhat sudden—this is a brand new novel that I have painstakingly written with you as the protagonist, using a great deal of ink and hair! May I ask if you could read it yourself and tell me your thoughts after reading it?”

(A novel with me as the main character?)

Without immediately taking the book, Xia Chuanhu glanced at the cover with suspicion: "May I ask, what is your reason for writing this book?"

"Yes, Father Shiro specifically instructed us to prepare in order to deal with you, presumably hoping that our Noble Phantasm could inflict a mental blow on you. As an author, when I was devising how to deal with you, I naturally had a lot of extra ideas, and this book is the culmination of those ideas and inspirations!"

"But what troubles us is that, because your deeds and existence are too incredible, we are unable to provide a perfect ending, so—"

Shakespeare suddenly raised his voice!

"We just realized that if you, as the main character, personally read the entire book, you can definitely give us a perfect ending that we never even imagined!"

"I strongly suspect you're trying to set me up with this book." Xia Chuanhu's suspicions grew stronger, and he was already considering whether to just give Shakespeare a taste of his own medicine, just in case.

Faced with Xia Chuanhu's deep suspicion, Shakespeare shook his head with utmost sincerity: "No, I swear to God, I swear to the Lord in heaven, that I have absolutely no ill intentions this time. Now that the priest is no longer here, I have no desire to be your enemy; I only wish to finish this masterpiece."

"..."

He doesn't seem to be lying.

Want to give it a try?

Looking back at the book handed to him, Xia Chuanhu sighed slightly and did not take it: "Forget it, I really don't have the confidence to give an ending that would satisfy Shakespeare. Your works are treasures in the field of art, and I would only add flaws to them."

“NOOOOOOO——————!”

This rejection immediately caused Shakespeare to let out a sharp cry of despair!

"Aaaaaah, this is an answer that is utterly agonizing for me! Does this mean my masterpiece is going to be abruptly canceled—no, according to modern knowledge, this should be called a bad ending... How can it be a bad ending if there's no ending at all! It's practically abandoned!"

"No, I must give an ending, even at the cost of my reputation as an author... But all the endings I've come up with so far are S.H.I.T.! It's like an Italian walking into a pizzeria full of joy, only to be served a pineapple pizza!"

"Oh, right! Dogeza! I remember that in Japan, the highest form of courtesy when asking someone a favor is dogeza! Lord Natsukawa—"

boom----!

Before Shakespeare could even kneel before him, Natsukawa Tora kicked him away with all his might.

(Seriously, we were fighting so seriously before, but this guy's appearance turned it into a comedy show.)

All I can say is that Shakespeare truly has an unparalleled influence on the atmosphere.

"Seriously... this thing wasn't kicked away too?" Natsukawa Torara looked at the book lying on the ground. "A book by Shakespeare, and it's the original manuscript..."

It's probably a genuine relic that you can't buy no matter how much money you spend.

Bending down to pick up the book, Natsukawa Tora dusted it off, but the instant he picked it up—

"Whoosh—!"

The book suddenly opened automatically, and countless blank sheets of paper flew out with the wind, instantly enveloping Xia Chuanhu!

"Huh?"

The sudden turn of events stunned Xia Chuanhu for a moment. Almost instinctively, he wanted to burn all the pages to ashes, but before he could use his magic, the pages were already stuck to his body, and then burst out with an incredibly dazzling light!

"Hmm...this is..."

84. The Final Duel

"We were ambushed once."

In a pavilion amidst the sea of ​​flowers, Merry and Natsukawa Tiger sat facing each other.

He returned to this sea of ​​flowers once again, but this time he wasn't pulled in while he was asleep, nor was he pulled in because his dream was interfered with; he was pulled in simply because he had lost consciousness.

After Shakespeare's book automatically disintegrated into countless blank pages and pasted onto his body, Natsukawa Tora lost consciousness and returned to this place when he came to.

"It was really carefully designed. That great writer, although he said he wrote a work with you as the protagonist, actually didn't write a single word. It was a blank literary book."

"The power you have demonstrated has exceeded his imagination. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot write about what you have experienced. So he has given up writing it himself and handed the writing to you."

Merry's words made Natsukawa Tora frown: "You've given me the writing rights?"

"Well, to put it simply, those pages have become part of your body. They won't have any effect on you, not even a little bit. They will just faithfully record everything you've experienced, and then after you die, they will reunite and become a biography that records your life."

"Of course, because it's integrated into your body, not only the present and future, but also your past experiences will be recorded. Our great writer probably felt that instead of just imagining a bunch of unrealistic plots, it would be better to directly depict your life, which would definitely be more exciting."

"That Sabi..."

Xia Chuanhu took a sip of tea indignantly: "In the end, he even resorted to underhanded tactics against me."

“Isn’t that great?” Meryl laughed. “That way, even after you die, your story will continue to be told. Maybe after you die, that book will even become your relic.”

"Is it already confirmed that I will become a Heroic Spirit?"

"Or rather, why do you feel you're not qualified to become a Heroic Spirit? Or do you not want to become a Heroic Spirit?"

Natsukawa Torato nodded: "Well... becoming a Heroic Spirit means you have to stay on the Throne of Heroes forever, right? I don't know much about the Throne of Heroes, but it probably means staying in some kind of space forever?"

"Well, that's how it is in theory."

"Wouldn't I be at a huge loss? If I stay there, I'll never see you again."

The sudden directness left Melly speechless for a moment. After a long pause, she said with a wandering gaze, "Well... well... I don't think so. As long as my spell is still active, it'll still work in dreams..."

"But this is just a dream after all. I want to be with the real you—"

"Crack!"

A sudden bolt from the blue abruptly interrupted Xia Chuanhu's words.

Xia Chuanhu peered out at the sky with some confusion: "You can actually have thunder here?"

"There's probably a problem with the procedure. I'll have it checked later." Mary, whose expression had returned to normal, smiled as always. "More importantly, your body will be waking up soon. I'll see you out now."

“Merry, I—”

Snapped!

She simply sent Natsukawa Tora away—no, it should be said that she kicked him out—without giving him a chance to throw out a third bombshell. Meryl threw him out of her world!

With a slightly flushed face, she leaned on the table, glancing at the seat opposite her. Mary sighed softly, "Sigh... really... what am I supposed to do now?"

[At your age, why pretend to be innocent?]

The sudden voice made Mary freeze for a moment, then she raised her middle finger to the sky: "I don't want to say that to little sister Aige who was ruthlessly dumped."

【you--】

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As he opened his eyes, Natsukawa Tora saw Mordred looking down at him.

"Yo, Master, you've finally woken up."

"Xiao Mo, what's wrong with me...?"

Sitting up, Xia Chuanhu glanced around—it was no longer the ruins, but a plain that looked familiar.