I am a Type-Moon comic artist!

"Phew..." Kurokawa Kazuya also let out a breath and clenched his hands.

This is the first time I've encountered someone who has completely surrendered their body to my control without any resistance.

"Spare me, I'm not some battle maniac." The heroic spirit said in Kurokawa Kazuya's mind, "It's good to be able to rest for a while, so I'll leave the battle to you. Consider it a small way of repaying you."

"You...have memories?"

As Kurokawa Kazuya thought to himself, two swords appeared in his hands.

One black and one white.

Gan Jiang and Mo Xie.

"Ah, that's right... I don't know about others, but I always carry a portion of my memories with me. The rest are probably in the Throne of Heroes. So it's no exception whether I have memories from any time or not. Having all the memories... Ah, this is probably a problem with the boundary record."

Kurokawa Kazuya knew this word.

Boundary Recording Tape.

That's another name for the Throne of Heroes.

Why do Heroic Spirits possess such diverse powers? Why are they able to wield legendary powers? Even... abilities that don't originally belong to them are added to them.

Because... they themselves are a piece of data.

Since it's data, it can be changed...

Everyone is on the boundary record belt, but it will be deleted after a certain period of time...

Because—it has no value even if it were preserved.

Those that have been preserved are undoubtedly the heroes of human history, or heroic spirits.

Weak Heroic Spirits are probably completely unaware of what's going on over there, while powerful Heroic Spirits... even if they're just data, they have a self, power, and a power that even the Counter Force cannot arbitrarily alter, a power that even human history cannot shake.

Do you have any memory of such a thing?

"Yes, although I don't know the specifics of what happened, in my current memory, there were three instances where I was possessed by someone who had all the memories of my experiences in parallel worlds. So, that naturally means the actual number of times must have exceeded three, right? What? Are you curious?"

“Of course, I’m very curious.” Kurokawa Kazuya looked at Diarmuid, who had taken the opportunity to tear off part of his clothes to bandage his broken leg wound, and said, “Tell me after my battle with him is over—! As for the forced incantation, I remember it should be pronounced like this, right?”

"Iamtheboneofmysword——"

boom----

Red flames covered the world.

The next moment, a wasteland filled with swords appeared.

This is a Reality Marble called "Unlimited Blade Works".

The land was a wasteland, with swords stuck in the ground, all projections of this red heroic spirit. On the other side of the world were gears.

This alleviated the pressure of the existence of this inherent barrier.

Kurokawa Kazuya looked around carefully, but still couldn't find the Master of this Lacner.

I have absolutely no idea where that guy is hiding.

"Lancer, Diarmuid. May you die within this Infinity Blade—"

"Hoo..." Taking a deep breath, Diarmuid picked up his gun with both hands: "Come on!"

"Of course, but before that, there's a question: do you know where your Master is?" Kurokawa Kazuya asked, activating his Stand ability. Whether he knew or not...

The answer can be determined in an instant!

"I'm sorry, I don't know where Master is, and... even if I did know, I couldn't possibly tell you, could I?"

"I see." Kurokawa Kazuya nodded, stretched out his hand, and the next moment, countless swords rose from the ground.

He was certain that what Lacner said was true; he genuinely didn't know his Master's location. That Master was truly cautious; even his own servant didn't know his whereabouts: "Then... let me say it again, let's go back within this Infinity Blade, back to Valhalla—"

next moment--

A black rain of swords, as thick as the sky, swept over Diarmuid.

This is my first attempt at this.

Unlike before, when I could only watch, now I have the experience to personally control these countless sword rains!

Sword, demon sword, sharp sword, divine sword, demon blade, famous sword, sharp blade, blunt blade—

Everything was aimed at the heroic spirit wielding dual pistols!

The yellow gun is defending, the red gun is shattered.

Because he lost a leg, he has difficulty moving around. Because he is not a complete Lancer, his stats are lower.

But—his bravery remains undiminished!

The red gun swept across, severing any blade it touched, no matter what it was—

The Red Rose that Can Exorcise Demons!

The effect is simple: it nullifies magic.

And these endless swords before us can all be said to be products of magical manifestation.

Then, the yellow guns were used for defense; anything that couldn't be destroyed in time was blocked with the yellow guns.

forward!

forward!

Even having only one leg couldn't stop him.

Then, he threw the yellow gun in his hand at Kurokawa Kazuya—

clang--

"Take this! This is my final act, Diarmuid! Gae Dearg—"

Lancer no longer resisted, letting the rain of swords pierce through him; only at the very end did he throw out the red gun in his hand.

Towards Kurokawa Kazuya—

It pierced through everything in its path, and all the swords near the spear simply vanished.

Then...

Just as they were about to get close to Kurokawa and Miya.

gun...

Disappeared.

"What a... pity." Diarmuid said, his figure slowly fading as he was pierced by countless swords, and specks of firefly light appeared around his body.

He's about to disappear... He's about to return to Valhalla.

Even if it's just a regret.

She still had a smile on her face.

I felt no sense of failure whatsoever...

Perhaps this is what he wanted.

The Master is a Dead Apostle, doing things that contradict his own sense of justice.

His purpose... he had sworn to himself before he was summoned that, no matter what... he must be loyal to his new monarch.

The two things conflict...

This is just right.

In this battle fought out of loyalty to the emperor, he was defeated and died while fulfilling his Master's instructions...

This is the most suitable ending for him.

"If... there's a next time... I really hope... I can be summoned as a true Servant... I want to..."

Before he could finish speaking, he had completely disappeared.

But...Kurokawa Kazuya knew what he wanted to say...

"This is what they call a hero..."

"What a boring hero complex. But using a Reality Marble will also significantly reduce my existence time. Although I don't really care, is this a good thing?"

“Of course.” Kurokawa Kazuya smiled with his red archer face and waved his hand, and the Reality Marble disappeared: “Although opening the Reality Marble did not suck in that Dead Apostle who may or may not be nearby... But, a hero should die a death worthy of a hero. I personally like this kind of dramatic thing.”

"what ever."

Kurokawa Kazuya looked around and jumped onto a building in a few leaps: "Hmm... even so, we still can't find that dead apostle... it seems he really has run far away... I wonder if there will be another chance."

Let's leave here now...

Kurokawa and Miyakodo.

This is London, where the Clock Tower is located. Such a strong magical fluctuation might attract some people. It would be better to run away quickly.

"By the way... while we're at it, tell me about your impression of the Throne of Heroes."

"Although I wanted to say it's okay, there's not much to say there."

"Just say whatever you want, just to pass the time—"

Chapter 201 1990

"I guess I'll be almost fully recovered by tomorrow morning."

Kurokawa Kazuya looked at the injury on his arm and bandaged it.

Diarmuid has returned to Valhalla, and the "unhealable" wounds he left behind have naturally become healable.

I've also decided what I'll be learning starting tomorrow... without a doubt, it's healing magic.

However, there are some things that you have to learn from the beginning, so he enrolled in a one-month course at the Weber Velvet Classroom.

During this month, you can just learn the basics of magic.

If it goes on for any longer...