Type-Moon, isn't this really the other world?

Sigurd's eyes remained indifferent, and his only response to Lin Jiu'an's words was to take another step towards him.

The longswords clashed again, locked in a stalemate in mid-air. As the two locked eyes, Lin Jiu'an's pupils suddenly transformed into golden dragon eyes.

"Roar!"

The dragon's roar seemed to resound directly in Sigurd's mind, causing his brain to go blank for a moment.

At the same time, Atalanta's arrow struck his back.

However, Sigurd, who was also a dragon, only lost his focus for a moment before recovering. He suddenly exerted force with both hands to dismantle Lin Jiu'an's sword. At the same time, rune scrolls appeared out of thin air and smashed towards Lin Jiu'an. Then, he turned around and slashed to knock away the arrow that was piercing the air.

Having done all this, Sigurd quickly turned around, his sword imbued with magic, and slashed at Lin Jiu'an, who was already attacking his back.

In a flash of inspiration...

Lin Jiu'an instinctively wanted to continue using the tactic of exchanging injuries to quickly end the battle.

Otherwise, if they wait until Morgan sends someone over, Miyamoto Musashi, who is injured, will definitely have some trouble.

However, just as he made a move, Lin Jiu'an suddenly sensed something and immediately abandoned his original plan. Instead, he raised his weapon to take the blow from Sigurd's back, using the force to send him flying backward and crashing heavily into the abandoned building, raising thick smoke.

"Jiu'an?!"

"Master?!"

Seeing this, Miyamoto Musashi, who was treating the poison, and Atalanta, who was harassing from a distance, became anxious. Regardless of whether their injuries had healed or not, and because they were archers, they rushed towards Sigurd to stop him.

Sigurd wondered why Lin Jiu'an had suddenly become weaker.

But Sigurd didn't think too much about it. He didn't have time to consider anything else. He had to kill Lin Jiu'an before Morgan realized what was going on. This was his only chance. Otherwise, once Morgan found out, he might not be able to kill Lin Jiu'an.

He might be dying!

Having easily repelled the heavily wounded Miyamoto Musashi and the archer Atalanta, Sigurd was about to rush into the still-smoking ruins when...

A strangely shaped spear suddenly burst through the smoke and swept towards him.

'Dang!'

Caught off guard, Sigurd hastily raised his sword in front of him, narrowly blocking the attack. However, he was still swung back several steps by the immense force of the spear before finally stopping, his face grim as he looked at the tall figure slowly emerging from the smoke.

"Brunhildr?"

Chapter Seventeen Lin Jiu'an: Sigurd, I'm so sorry!

"Do you even know what you're doing, Brunhilde?"

An unusual glint of anger appeared on Sigurd's usually indifferent face.

Again and again.

He couldn't understand what was wrong with Brunhilde, why she was acting like a madwoman, protecting this "beast" and even going against him.

“I know exactly what I’m doing.”

Brunhilde looked at Siegfried with unusual calmness.

With Lin Jiu'an by her side, Brunhilde felt an extraordinary sense of peace. Even when facing her former love, Sigurd, the "curse" in her heart seemed to have lost its effect. She just wanted to resolve this conflict as soon as possible.

Then she returned to Lin Jiu'an's side and won him over.

"But you, Sigurd, why did you kill Jiu'an?"

Brunhilde said softly, "This wasn't your Master's order, was it?"

"He is a beast! A beast that will destroy human history in the future!"

“So?” Brunhilde asked again.

"so?"

If it were anyone else, Sigurd wouldn't even bother with the initial small talk.

Anyone who stands in his way, even Meliuchina who was summoned with him, or even Morgan, he will kill.

But Brunhilde’s words instilled in Siegfried a kind of anger at the stripping away of his pride in reason.

"so?"

Lin Jiu'an echoed, emerging from the gradually dissipating smoke and dust, and came to Brunhilde's side, reaching out to embrace her slender waist.

What angered Sigurd even more was...

Brunhilde didn't resist at all; instead, she glanced at Lin Jiu'an out of the corner of her eye, a hint of tenderness flashing in her eyes.

No resistance!

No anger!

There wasn't even the slightest hint of murderous intent that was "cursed"!

This caused Sigurd, who had previously taken Brunhilde's murderous intent as an expression of love, to feel a surge of inexplicable anger and humiliation.

"Brunhildr!"

“I want to kill him,” Lin Jiu’an suddenly said.

Brunhilde gave a soft "hmm," ignoring Sigurd's angry question, and walked directly toward Sigurd with her gun in hand.

Although she loved Lin Jiu'an more, he was, after all, her destined hero.

With the blessing of "until death do us part," Brunhilde's power increased to a terrifying level. Although she was a spearman, she was able to suppress Sigurd, who possessed the "Dragon Heart" and whose strength was among the best even among swordsmen.

And because Lin Jiu'an was by his side.

By maintaining her rationality, Brunhilde was able to fully utilize her combat skills while simultaneously increasing her strength.

In just a short while, Sigurd felt his arm going numb and became increasingly angry and alarmed.

Judging from Brunhilde's actions, Sigurd realized that she really wanted to kill him!

The key point is that if he lost his mind while under the "curse," it would be fine. Even if he was killed by the other party, he would only smile regretfully at not being able to calmly reunite with her. But the other party was trying to kill him while maintaining his rationality!

"Lin Jiu'an!"

Sigurd did not vent his anger on Brunhilde, but instead focused on the figure she was sheltering behind him.

That pride in rationality was lost as Brunhilde regained her rationality.

With a roar, the Dragon Heart's magical furnace unleashed a massive amount of magical power without regard for cost. Sigurd suddenly unleashed an exceptionally powerful force, even dismantling Brunhilde's spear, which was imbued with the power to "separate two people until death."

Then he suddenly rushed towards Lin Jiu'an.

It's all this guy's fault!

It was this inherently evil Lin family brat who led Brunhilde to her downfall!

All will be over once he is killed!

Brunhilde, the one he once knew and loved, will return!

Sigurd charged fiercely toward Lin Jiu'an, unleashing the full power of his Noble Phantasm, just as he was about to deliver the fatal blow.

'Puff!'

The sound of a sharp weapon entering flesh was heard.

Sigurd stopped, less than half a meter away from Lin Jiu'an.

His gaze shifted from Lin Jiu'an, who was smiling faintly at him, and he lowered his head with trembling hands, looking at the heart-shaped spear that had pierced through his chest from his back to his front, stained with blood and fragments of internal organs.

"Why...why?" Sigurd asked in a trembling voice, his tone full of disbelief.

Even now, even with his opponent facing him with swords drawn, Sigurd still cannot believe it.

While remaining rational, Brunhilde would kill herself without hesitation.

If she had hesitated even slightly, she could have seized the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to Lin Jiu'an before he could even react.

Brunhilde did not answer, but instead drew her spear with a cold look in her eyes.

She had already promised Lin Jiu'an that she would be his until her death, and Brunhilde had no intention of leaving a place for a second person in her heart. She couldn't bring herself to love this person while being hesitant and soft-hearted towards another.

"Wait, don't kill him yet."

Brunhilde tilted her head.

They stopped the action that was about to sever the head of the powerless, kneeling Sigurd.

Walking up to Lin Jiu'an, she asked gently, with a hint of nervousness, "Is it alright?"

She wasn't worried about Sigurd's hatred if they met again. Since she had promised to love Lin Jiu'an, she would love him wholeheartedly. What happened later was for later. Her only worry now was that Lin Jiu'an might think she still had feelings for Sigurd and harbor resentment.

Lin Jiu'an reached out and patted Brunhilde's head: "Great job."

Seeing Brunhilde's blissful smile, Sigurd's eyes turned truly bloodshot.

With difficulty and anger, he said, "Brynhild..."

Brunhilde didn't even glance at Siegfried; her gentle, loving eyes were fixed only on Lin Jiu'an.

Lin Jiu'an, on the other hand, looked at Sigurd, who had completely lost his mind, and walked up to him with a smile.

"You want to kill me?"

Sigurd coughed up blood with a laugh, his expression somewhat ferocious.

"You won't be smug for long. No one will allow a monster like you to continue living."

"I don't know how long I can be so smug, but I'm quite smug right now. As for you..."

Lin Jiu'an leaned down, put his ear close to Sigurd's, and whispered, "Your wife is amazing."

Sigurd's pupils suddenly contracted.

But soon, he felt the "devouring" power of Lin Jiu'an's hand on his shoulder. Sigurd snapped back to his senses, resisting Lin Jiu'an's "devouring" power while looking at him with a cold smile.

"Do you think I will believe it?"

Brunhilde certainly wouldn't give it to him so easily!

This must be a lie that this guy made up in order to undermine my will and then devour me.

definitely is!

"Don't believe it?"

Lin Jiu'an withdrew his hand, but did not rush to kill him.

Instead, he made a point of slightly repairing his damaged "Dragon Heart".

Sigurd was hanging on by a thread.

After killing him, his soul would return to the Holy Grail. What Lin Jiu'an wanted was to completely devour him like Emiya Kiritsugu did. Compared to Emiya Kiritsugu's "Time Control," Sigurd, as a little dragon who had devoured the dragon's heart, could obviously offer him more benefits.

However, to completely devour him, we must not only render him powerless, but also create a mental vulnerability in him, just like Kiritsugu Emiya did.

then.

After pondering for a while, under Sigurd's shocked and furious gaze...

Lin Jiu'an got up and returned to Brunhilde's back, reaching out to put his arm around her waist.

What if he doesn't believe me?

Brunhilde's fair face flushed slightly as she gazed at Lin Jiu'an with a hint of resentment.

She herself was unwilling to do such a shameful and vulgar thing here, but now that her heart was entirely with Lin Jiu'an, Brunhilde was worried about upsetting Lin Jiu'an and did not want to refuse any of Lin Jiu'an's requests.

"I listen to you."

"So nice."

The pitch-black substance formed a sealed sphere, slowly enveloping Lin Jiu'an and Brunhilde in front of Siegfried from bottom to top within that spacious sphere.

During the process of that dark substance rising.

Lin Jiu'an and Brunhilde kissed in front of Sigurd.

Although Brunhilde was the passive party, she showed no reluctance on her face. Instead, she blushed and hugged Lin Jiu'an's neck, giving him whatever he wanted.

"Brynhildr?! Wake up!"

Sigurd shouted angrily, but Brunhilde didn't even glance at him.

Until the moment when the sphere that could isolate all sound, images, and even the Master's perception of the Servant completely closed.