Please play Fate/Go with me.

More than a thousand swords have been made by hand.

Undefeated across countless battlefields

Lost

Never lost a single battle

I also do not know what I have gained.

They have not won a single victory.

…………

.........

"Therefore, as I pray, 'Unlimited Blade Works'! Thus, this body is destined to be born for the sword!"

The Reality Marble unfolded, revealing a red wasteland studded with countless swords. Flames danced on the distant horizon, and enormous, swirling gears filled the gloomy sky—all of which mirrored what the boy had seen in his previous life.

But in the next moment, a holy light flashed behind the boy, revealing a green lake and a city where people lived... finally transforming into a huge blue planet. This was a new insight the boy gained from his second life, now manifesting in his mental world.

The entire wasteland, flames, and gears transformed into a city wall protecting everything. The boy stood atop the wall, with a beautiful planet floating in the air behind him.

Then the Demon Eye unfolded, its rainbow-colored light locking onto the meteorite in the sky. It discovered a twisted, black shadow hidden within the meteorite—the very embodiment of the devil. Observation and analysis revealed the devil's weakness in an instant.

Its true form is the legendary demon Samier, who lives in Wolf Valley, Germany, and enjoys playing tricks on people, making various deals with humans in exchange for their souls.

projection!

In the space surrounding the boy, one after another Noble Phantasms appeared: golden and silver swords, weapons that shimmered with strange light, some of which were famous in history, and others were weapons buried in ancient times. Hundreds of Noble Phantasms, without exception, all possessed the attribute of being able to attack magic.

Hundreds of magical artifacts flew out instantly, locking onto the weakest point in the structure surrounding the meteorite and piercing it.

"Waaaah!!" The demon's shadow let out a painful wail before finally disappearing.

Finally—Broken Phantasm!

Hundreds of Noble Phantasms emitted blinding flashes at the same time, detonating the magic and faith contained within them like high-energy bombs at the cost of their destruction.

"Ten seconds until the meteorite hits the top of the tower!"

"Leave it to me!" The blonde girl was already prepared, her body radiating golden light. She raised the holy sword high and swung it at the moment the meteorite shattered in the sky.

"—King's Hammer. Aurora Reversal. Drinking the Radiance... Excalibur Morgan."

The pebbles in the sky were swallowed up by the Noble Phantasm at that moment, and the surroundings fell into silence.

In the control room of Chaldea.

"The meteorite...is...confirmed to be completely destroyed!" the employee reported excitedly.

“That’s amazing! Shirou-senpai! Artoria-san!” Mash appeared from the holographic image and said.

"Well, I was just in charge of the explosions. It was Artoria who really saved this place. Thank you." Shirou said with a light laugh to the blonde girl beside him.

"No need to be modest! Shirou, your performance just now was excellent! You've qualified to be my knight, so I'll gladly give you some praise." Artoria said with a light laugh as she sheathed her holy sword.

Chapter 106 Joan of Arc, Come Dance!

"By the way! How's Gudako doing? If she senses the plan has failed, is she going to do something again?" Shirou asked.

"Yes! Gudako-senpai's side has also been successfully resolved! Thanks to the arrival of reinforcements, Moriarty has been defeated, and this singularity incident has been settled!" Mash replied with a smile.

After Shirou and Artoria left, Gudako and the others who stayed behind faced Moriarty in their final battle.

The Count of Monte Cristo, the true King of the Cave, stormed in amidst a hail of bullets. He had been commissioned by some being to act as Andersen's bodyguard and rescue the imprisoned Shakespeare.

The spirits of the two authors joined forces to create the ultimate weapon against Moriarty.

The blue-haired boy in a Western-style suit said, "Ugh! That's enough! I only got on this fan fiction ship for the sake of popularity! It's good that I don't have to bother designing characters, but it's so restrictive and troublesome when I'm writing!"

Shakespeare said, "My fan fiction, though it may not reach the heights of the original, I hope that, for a brief moment, it may shine with a brilliance no less than the original!"

Hans Christian Andersen unfolded the manuscript and exclaimed, "Stories written for you (Marchen meines Lebens)!"

Shakespeare also opened his book, waved his black-gloved hand, and shouted: "It is truly rare to activate a Noble Phantasm in this manner! The time has come for the performance, let us offer a thunderous applause (First Folio)!"

The two magicians emitted a strange light; something was summoning them!

It's not a Servant, its Spirit Origin stat is low... and it's not a Shadow Servant either.

There are a lot of them... a hundred, no, more than two hundred.

Two hundred phantoms appeared here, among which the four figures standing at the front as representatives were a round-faced priest, a disheveled doctor, an old man playing with a rope, and a serious gentleman.

The round-faced priest: Father Brown, a short, stout, and seemingly simple-minded priest-detective, is actually quite wise. He wears a small round hat, round-framed glasses, and always carries a black umbrella. His famous line is, "Criminals are creative artists, while detectives are merely critics."

Dr. with Disordered Hair: If Sherlock Holmes is the most famous detective of the 'physical evidence reasoning' school, then this famous detective is the representative of the 'psychological evidence reasoning' school.

He is Van Dusen, a noble detective who transcends logic and is a thinking machine, with a hairstyle somewhat similar to Einstein's.

Van Dusen had never studied chess, yet he claimed that he could defeat the world champion as long as he understood the rules and logic. He spent half a day learning the rules and then played against the world chess champion.

By the fifth step, the champion's smile vanished; by the tenth step, cold sweat broke out on his brow; by the fifteenth step, Van Dusen exclaimed, "Checkmate!"

The champion thought for ten minutes but still couldn't come up with a solution.

He defeated the world champion in fifteen moves using logic.

“You are not human, you are a ‘thinking machine’!” the pale-faced champion said.

The old man playing with the rope: He was the world's first armchair detective. Unlike Sherlock Holmes, who broke into private homes and took stimulants, he was a detective who could solve cases without leaving home by lying in a rocking chair in the corner of a café, reading the news in the newspaper, and thinking through the case.

A serious gentleman: Dr. Song Deike, a character featured in the red thumbprint and the anti-narrative detective novel *The Singing Bones*, is a lawyer and medical doctor, a polymath known as the "Great X-ray Visionist." Unlike most eccentric detectives, he is a serious and conservative handsome man who solves cases using scientific methods, not intuition.

Many famous detectives do not intend to show themselves, but instead remain hidden among the phantom figures behind them.

"Gudako! For the works created by Andersen and Shakespeare, and for your heroic act of saving even worlds that are unrelated to you and have been divided, all of you detectives have descended to this world. Let us lend you our power!" the Phantom Detectives said.

"Hahaha! So all sorts of detectives have come together to defeat me? Don't insult me! I, James Moriarty, will never lose to anyone other than Charlotte Holmes! Since you detectives have gathered together, then I will borrow power from evil!" Moriarty took out the Holy Grail and drew upon its magic.

With the help of the Phantom Detective's abilities, and with the attacks of Joan of Arc and the Count of Monte Cristo, plus the assistance of Shakespeare and Hans Christian Andersen, they successfully defeated Moriarty, who possessed the Holy Grail and had combined the powers of Sherlock Holmes and the Magic Bullet Shooter.

When Moriarty wanted to use the Holy Grail to start a second round of battle.

Representing them, more than 200 Phantom Detectives dedicated their lives to solving the mysteries of crimes. This ability became their shared treasure, which they then entrusted to Gudako.

"Come on! Masters of Chaldea! Say those words!" the Phantom Detectives said in unison.

Gudako lowered her raised hand, pointed at the bearded man, and loudly declared, "James Moriarty! You are the culprit!!!"

The 'Napoleon of the criminal world' never left any evidence during his lifetime, so he was never implicated by detectives.

At this moment, as the biggest villain, he was identified by the combined wisdom and reasoning of more than 200 phantom detectives.

The record for the 'perfect crime' was shattered at this moment, and Moriarty's power as the criminal was also greatly diminished in that instant.

“I never imagined that the culprit would be so weakened after being identified by the detective… But even so, I shouldn’t have lost. No matter how I calculated or analyzed, the result shouldn’t have been like this. Why is this happening?” Moriarty asked, puzzled.

"Don't you understand?" Gudako looked at the old man and asked with some sadness.

"Master, tell me what happened? Otherwise I will not be able to die in peace," Moriarty said.

“Because… Uncle, you actually think doing good deeds is quite fun, right?” Gudako said.

"Ah... I see... It seems that both the Demon God's dream and my dream have been shattered... Another near miss." Moriarty sighed.

"It's a bit late to say this now, but... I'm so sorry, Master, Gudako, I took advantage of your honesty and innocence and set a trap. But at least please believe one thing! The one who fought alongside you and laughed with you was the straightforward, righteous Moriarty. He's a good person, um... probably."

Moriarty solemnly said to the girl, "And now, please consider me as a villain who merely resembles you!"

"No way!" Gudako puffed out her cheeks and refused. "I'll find a way to summon you and do whatever I want with you!"

“You’re really stubborn! Oh well…” Moriarty said with a helpless smile.

"Master! Do as you please. If I am summoned, I'll keep you company. Well then! Hahahaha! Farewell! Adios -Amigo!" The bearded man waved his hand one last time and shouted.

"Meow meow meow?" Gudako blinked.

Seemingly seeing his Master's bewildered expression, Moriarty, who had been laughing while evading taxes, vanished in a flash of light.

At this moment, in the Chaldea control room, the employee operating the monitoring equipment reported:

"Shinjuku's overall environmental parameters have returned to normal values!"

“Spiritual particle transfer can be carried out at any time.”

"Great! This matter is finally over!" Leonardo da Vinci said happily.

"Then let's spend a few more days in Shinjuku to gather material," Shakespeare said, and walked outside.

"Don't talk nonsense! You're coming to the writing hell with me!"

Hans Christian Andersen grabbed Shakespeare and dragged him into the space to write a new work.

The Cave King, who was to act as his guard, would also accompany them. As they parted, he looked at the girl and laughed as he spoke.

"Never forget, my accomplice. No matter how perverse the world may be, retribution will always come. If you give in now, that's not like you! When the time comes, just call my name! And I will come to you immediately! Haha ...

"Hahahaha! I got it! See you next time!" Gudako laughed along, hands on her hips.

"One noisy fellow after another, they've finally all left," Joan of Arc remarked.

Meanwhile, Shirou, who was on the rooftop, also returned to the area.

"Welcome back, Shirou-senpai. Where's Artoria?" Gudako greeted the returning boy with a smile.

“Oh, so she went to see Ca-vall II,” Shirou said.

"What! That girl ran away on her own! Oh well... at least she knew what was good for her." Jeanne looked at the girl, hesitating to speak, "That Gudako..."

"Oh! Right! Speaking of which, I have something to take care of, so I'll go downstairs first." Gudako understood and walked outside, not forgetting to secretly give Jeanne a thumbs up.

Now, only Shirou and Jeanne remained on the top floor of the tower.

The silver-haired girl then changed into her formal attire, donning a purple-black evening gown, and said to the boy, "Shirou! Let's dance!"

"Huh? So that's what you wanted to talk about. I was wondering why Gudako was acting so strangely." Shirou laughed, suddenly realizing.

"What! You can dance with the British king, but you can't dance with a French village girl?" Joan of Arc asked impatiently, glaring at him.

"Nah……"

"Then let's dance! Hurry up and lead the dance! Take me with you! Really!" Joan of Arc urged.

"I know." Shirou said, changing his Spirit Origin, putting on the Western-style suit, walking forward, taking the girl's hand, placing his other hand on her back, and starting to dance, leading the girl away.

"Hey! Why are you suddenly so close? Your breath is touching my face, and don't touch my back! You pervert!" Jeanne shouted, blushing.

"That's how it is when you dance," the boy said helplessly.

"Eh... Ugh... Why does dancing with Gudako feel so different?" Jeanne blushed and lowered her head.

"Relax, stand up straight, this kind of dance is about showing confidence and beauty, that's how you'll look good," Shirou said gently.

“I see… I understand.” Joan of Arc raised her head and looked at the boy’s face.

The two birds gazed into each other's eyes, swaying and twirling gently around the room. Their steps were slow, yet graceful, like a pair of birds playing in the morning air. The male would fly with the female to a branch and then take flight together. The female would go first, with the male following closely behind.

Each step maintains just the right distance, neither falling behind due to slowness nor appearing rushed.

A gentle breeze caused the outer door to sway slightly, and the lamplight reflected on the silver doorknob, creating a faint, flickering glow. The wind blowing in through the cracks made a rhythmic sound, as if it were accompanying the two people with music.

"How are you feeling?" The silver-haired girl stared into the boy's eyes and suddenly asked.

"What?" Shirou asked in confusion.

"Of course you're asking about my dancing! How does it compare to that king's?" Joan of Arc asked.

"That's great! With practice, you can get better and better at dancing like this once you're familiar with the steps and develop balance and a sense of movement," Shirou said with a light laugh.

"Hmm... I'll practice hard when I get back. So... let's dance together next time. It's a promise!" Jeanne said.

"Of course, if you like dancing so much, I can practice with you," Shirou nodded in agreement.

"Is that so..." Joan of Arc pursed her lips, her pretty face slightly flushed, with a strange expression of wanting to laugh but holding it back.

"Pfft." Seeing the girl's expression, the boy couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at? I'll burn you! Lead the dance! There's still time, practice a little longer," Joan of Arc snapped, looking extremely fierce.

"Yes, yes," the young man replied with a light smile, taking the silver-haired girl's hand and leading her to spin 180 degrees. The hem of her purplish-black skirt bloomed like a flower, swirling and fluttering.

The silver-haired girl gradually began to enjoy dancing and showed a rare, sweet smile to the boy.

The background music suddenly stopped. It turned out that someone reached out and slammed the phone out of Gudako's hand, who was peeking through the door.