Shirou, who returned from the Fairy Kingdom

The golem raised its massive arm, sending Mordred flying like a typhoon, before slowly rising to its feet again.

Surprisingly, its head, which should have been evaporated, regenerated in an instant.

Adam Cammon, as the "savior," also bears the responsibility of guiding suffering beings.

Its mere existence is enough to rewrite the laws of the world; it is the one who tasted the forbidden fruit and gained the radiance of wisdom.

"Don't think that just because this level is low, it means that even a cold-blooded chess player like Daddy Siqi can destroy my Adam!"

Caster, pinned to the ground, screamed and struggled desperately.

"Your attacks are futile! As long as the original humans continue to exist, they will continue to reshape the world!"

Its power and regenerative abilities will increase rapidly over time! You cannot stop the savior!

"Shut up! Don't bother Dad!"

Frankenstein angrily kicked Caster in the head with a soccer ball, finally plunging him into a deep, infantile sleep.

"Well, Joan of Arc... have you figured it out? It seems I'm no match for you. Can you use your monstrous strength to beat it in sumo?"

Shirou retreated to Ruler's side, and the saintess glared at him with a serious expression.

“This is no time for jokes, you idiot Artorius. Wait a minute, could that be…”

Joan of Arc watched as the giant, whose wounds were healing from Chiron's arrows, continued to heal.

"I think... it must be a 'blessing from the earth.'"

The saintess finally understood why she had felt her faith waver when she saw that giant.

—The holiness and majesty emanating from the golem were not fake.

It is precisely the "creation of God" from the origin system of the Catholic faith.

A beautiful, sublime, noble, and glorious giant (savior).

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that one would want to bow down in worship; just looking at it from afar evokes a feeling of spiritual cleansing.

Can I really deny its existence and stop its salvation?

Just as Caster accused: Aren't we humans the ones who possess "sin"?

"…………ah."

Joan of Arc's lips trembled violently.

She knew very well that the giants must not be allowed to run rampant on the ground.

Human beings are indeed foolish and have many flaws—even so, they should be loved and protected.

however……

Just then, Joan of Arc felt her hand being gently held.

"Artoria...!?"

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Volume 5, Chapter 227: Have you and Aika replenished your mana yet? Not yet! Your first mana replenishment partner was me, Jeanne d'Arc!

"Artoria!?"

Joan of Arc lowered her head, her eyes widening in surprise: "Your hand... your hand... oh!?"

Realizing that Shirou had held her hand in front of so many people, the saint's cheeks flushed bright red.

She was about to say something to ease the awkward atmosphere when she saw Shirou frown slightly, looking a bit annoyed.

"What are you doing? Now is not the time to daydream."

"Uh... sorry."

Joan of Arc was taken aback for a moment, then instinctively apologized.

Although it was only for a moment, I suddenly felt lost on the battlefield...

Ruler once thought that no matter what enemies, difficulties, or torments he encountered, his faith would never waver.

It seems I'm still not mature enough.

If it weren't for Artorius waking me up in time...

The moment her eyes met those of the red-haired boy, Joan of Arc felt a kind of encouragement in his gaze.

She finally regained consciousness.

That kind of monster that only destroys everything and devours life (Adam Camon) is definitely not a savior...

What that kind of thing creates will definitely not be a "paradise"!

Her relaxed face tightened again, the girl pursed her lips, stared at Shirou with a resolute expression.

My only "savior" is this person...!

"I'm sorry to have worried you... everything is fine now."

Upon hearing this, Shirou released her hand: "Oh, that's good. Really, don't worry people too much."

A hint of regret flashed in Joan of Arc's eyes, but she quickly forced a smile and said, "Oh dear, so you were worried about me?"

"Huh? Don't talk nonsense, who would worry about you?"

Shirou rolled his eyes, while Jeanne d'Arc's chest heaved violently with anger.

"Why do you have to say such hurtful things, you idiot Artorius!"

"Hahaha, you two are really close... You can even flirt while you're on the battlefield!"

"They weren't flirting!" ×2

　Shirou and Joan of Arc rebuked Astolfo, who was riding on a hawk, in unison.

Ruler began to explain the situation to everyone.

The giants' incredible ability to regenerate itself likely originated from the "blessing of the earth."

As "primordial humans" with their own inherent bounded realm, their mere existence can transform their surroundings into another world.

No one bleeds in the park, meaning that harm "never existed in the first place."

"So that's it..."

As Ruler stated, when observing the golem's feet, one can see that the ground beneath it is covered with plants imbued with rich mystery, from which it draws immense magical power.

So, is this giant actually a "Realistic Marble"?

"A Reality Marble?"

Jeanne was stunned when she heard Shirou say that.

"Caster's golem is itself a moving enchantment."

The illusion that possessed a physical form gained the power to erode the world.

Joan of Arc knew nothing about magic, and nodded slightly as if she understood.

"Hmm... it's just like you said, anyway, we need to defeat him quickly!"

Once this entire area becomes a paradise, he will become completely immortal!

Indeed, for the "original humans," this desolate land was not yet a paradise.

That's why the heroic spirits can damage it, but only for a short time.

As long as the power of Paradise continues to increase—that is, as long as the Titan continues to exist in the world—his recovery rate will skyrocket.

Ruler dodged the giant's downward strike and seized the opportunity to thrust out the holy banner. This thrust was not meant to hit the chest, so he aimed for the outstretched arm, but the greatsword, which he quickly retracted, blocked the thrust.

Although she is the arbiter of the Holy Grail War, Jeanne d'Arc does not possess the means to destroy the giants.

No... actually there is one, but it's a forbidden move, at least not suitable to be used now.

The anxiety intensified, and the adjudicator desperately suppressed this emotion, waving his flag to deflect the giant's attack.

While Jeanne d'Arc was at the front, Shirou analyzed tactics while providing cover from the rear.

The giants' original materials were wood, stone, soil, and magicians who served as the "hearth".

Its weakness is probably the same as that of a Heroic Spirit: its "heart" or "furnace core".

But destroying the heart with a single blow wasn't enough. Shirou had witnessed Mordred using her Noble Phantasm to burn the giant's head—

The spirit core is also stored there.

In other words, to completely destroy Adam Camon, it would be necessary to destroy both his head and heart, and also to lift his feet off the ground.

"I have an idea!"

Shirou rushed to the giant's feet, deftly dodging the obsidian greatsword's slash, then grabbed Jeanne and ran wildly.

"Substitute!"

Mordred and Frankenstein replaced the two of them at the front, becoming the giants' new targets and tasked with buying time.

Shirou dragged the unsuspecting Jeanne to a safe area near the city of Mirania.

Ruler, having just been battling the giant's immense strength, was exhausted and stumbled, falling to the ground.

"Wait a minute! That's too rough, Artorius!"

Jeanne rubbed her scraped knee, frowning as she gave Shirou a reproachful look, but—

Shirou lifted her hand, bent down, and knelt on one knee in front of her.

“!?!?!?”

Faced with this sudden action, Joan of Arc's mind went blank for a moment.

This, this, this could be that?

The one that's often portrayed in movies?

Please, please, please...

While everyone else is still fighting tooth and nail, you're asking me, asking me, asking me to propose to you—

"Listen up, Ruler! Time is of the essence, so let's get straight to the point!"

Since three days ago, I have been fighting every night, and I have used my Noble Phantasm several times.

Although Aika is an excellent magician, my magic reserves are almost depleted...

So now you need to use your magic to power me up... use your "Divine Judgment"!

"Huh? Wait a minute..."

Joan of Arc was dumbfounded: No, wasn't this a proposal?!

"I remember Ruler possesses Command Spells that can command various servants, right?"

"Yes, that's right, that's correct...!"

"So you will take Aika's place and give me the order to 'destroy the Titans.'"

Ruler was so shocked by Shirou's request that he was speechless.

Why me...?

Jeanne was unaware that Shirou could only ask her for help—because Aika was unwilling to use Command Seals.

"No, no, you can't! Command Seals aren't used in this kind of situation..."

"Is that okay? The Command Seals in Ruler's hand should be no different from the Master's Command Seals."

"Ugh...but..."

Joan of Arc bit her lip.

Shirou's eyes were incredibly determined.

He probably only proposed this operation to defeat the Titans—

However, Joan of Arc saw this behavior as having another layer of meaning.

I always feel...