Shirou, who returned from the Fairy Kingdom

He wants to control the Holy Grail with his own will and fulfill his desires.

Their hands finally touched the golden vessel they had longed for.

"Holy Maiden of the Nation, do not underestimate my sixty-year-long obsession, do not underestimate me, Amakusa Shiro...!!"

The boy spoke with beaming joy, eagerly connecting his magic circuits to the Greater Grail.

The sound of wind breaking interrupted his magic transmission.

"…………Varied?"

Amakusa Shiro looked back and saw the "Red" archer holding a bow.

After arriving at the Upper Garden, Atalanta, who had remained an observer, made her choice after a long period of inner struggle.

Two arrows pierced Amakusa Shiro's wrists with pinpoint accuracy.

"Why did you betray me, 'Red' Archer... Wasn't your wish to save all the children?! Aren't we comrades who share the same wish?!"

The young priest roared hysterically, his anger tinged with resentment.

"...I couldn't bear to watch anymore."

Atalanta's cold expression revealed sorrow.

I don't understand anymore.

In her eyes, Amakusa Shiro's expression was no different from that of a wild beast.

His ideals were absolutely sound, and his heart was more upright and pure than anyone else's; however…

What is right and what is wrong?

What is justice, and what is evil?

Atalanta fired the arrow purely on hunter's instinct and intuition.

Inside that colorless, transparent cup, there existed a kind of magic that seemed to far surpass that of "Calydon".

At that moment, the hunter's wild instincts outweighed even her desires.

A ritual that confuses people, amplifies desires, and reflects the ugliness of mutual slaughter.

Atalanta was exhausted.

Therefore, it would be better if no one got it at all.

"Just for that reason...?"

Amakusa Shiro roared.

"Stop joking! Stop joking! Stop joking! You bastard!"

it's not finished yet!

Nobody can stop me!

Although his magic circuits are severely damaged, making it difficult for Amakusa Shiro to perform "miracles," don't forget—

He is the Master of the Holy Grail War.

In other words, even if you can't control the Greater Grail, you can still make a wish on the Grail, which is already filled with eight souls!

"————————!!"

The Great Grail chimed.

The radiant golden cup detached from Amakusa Shiro's hand and floated into the air.

Although several heroic spirits remain on the ground, it, having been given a wish, begins to function with the goal of saving humanity.

The Holy Grail will perform autonomous calculations to find the optimal path that can bring salvation to humanity and the world.

It is no longer an omnipotent wish-granting machine, but a human salvation machine moving toward a single purpose, which no one can stop.

Amakusa Shiro's wish was simpler than anything else.

For four hundred years, the boy continued to ponder painfully, walking through a desolate wilderness filled with death and suffering.

For the past sixty years, not a single night has the boy not dreamed of a beautiful and happy future for humanity.

This soul has only one desire.

Only human beings can provide relief.

No more young children will die of starvation.

No more elderly people will die from illness.

There will be no more disputes arising from jealousy.

There will be no more plundering driven by desire.

No more killing, aging, separation, hatred, sorrow, or despair—

It doesn't matter if I can't witness it with my own eyes.

I hope that such an ideal world can come to earth.

"Lord—"

"—Send relief to the earth."

……

……

Joan of Arc was the first to sense the anomaly.

"Uh... what is this...?"

The second person to sense the anomaly was Leticia.

"Holy Maiden... what happened... I feel like my power is being drained away..."

"I don't know, I don't know..."

Joan of Arc looked around in a panic.

"But... um... I don't know why... I suddenly feel so sleepy, my eyelids are so heavy... Sorry, the rest is up to you... Leticia..."

"Wait, wait a minute! Your Majesty! This isn't the time to sleep. You can sleep after this is over... Oh no... I'm getting sleepy too... Waaah... Why..."

“—Boom.”

The adjudicator suddenly seemed to have lost halfway through his thought process and fell heavily to the ground.

"?"

Everyone present turned their attention to her without prior arrangement.

It wasn't that Joan of Arc's act of falling asleep immediately was particularly bizarre, although that was certainly quite strange, but something even more unbelievable was happening—

Joan of Arc, lying on the ground, is radiant.

This statement is far too simplistic; the white light emanating from Joan of Arc's body connected the Hanging Gardens with the top of the sky, forming a blazing pillar of light.

"What...is that...?"

Atalanta was dumbfounded.

In terms of both magical reaction and blinding light, that vast pillar of light was comparable to the fully unleashed Star Sword.

Following closely behind, more beams of light appeared in the sky.

One, two, three, four...

It spreads continuously from the initial bundle as the center.

Countless beams of light, each comparable to a holy sword, connect the night sky and land of Romania… no, of Eastern Europe.

It's still increasing rapidly.

If this continues, it's only a matter of time before blazing pillars of light spread across the entire Eurasian continent and even the whole world.

"………………?"

The heroic spirits above the Sky Garden noticed it.

Within that light that seemed to devour everything, something was stirring and being born.

At first, all that could be clearly seen were the slender outlines of humans and the white feathers of birds.

After gradually adjusting to the bright light, I was able to tell that it was a blonde girl.

She has the exact same appearance as the adjudicator, or rather, she is clearly herself floating in the sky.

only--

The saintess's dignified beauty contained no human emotions.

That overwhelming flow of divinity and power far surpasses the realm of human comprehension.

"The request has been received."

A hollow girl's voice rang out.

It doesn't spread through the atmosphere, but directly invades everyone's mind and resonates inside their brains.

"Servant of God, Archangel... Joan of Arc Metatron, please guide me from now on."

The winged blonde girl made no attempt to conceal her true name, which was recorded in the Apocrypha.

After all, hiding one's true name is something only fragile and small heroic spirits need to do; perfect, ultimate, and absolute agents of God do not need to conceal their identities.

She is one of the highest beings in Abrahamic monotheism, standing beside the throne (Metathronios).

Even though this was only an incomplete manifestation of the Saintess's spirit origin, her majesty was enough to rival that of the world-destroying beast.

Then--

The supreme angel, whose appearance lasted less than ten seconds, made the final judgment as if it were only natural.

"Next, salvation (destruction) will befall this world. Please be prepared."

"Human beings, know that destruction is God's mercy."

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The image shows Spirit Origin 1, the actual item is Spirit Origin 3. Please refer to the actual item for accuracy.

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Volume 5, Chapter 245: What will you be doing at the end of the world? Will you be free? Can you come and save us?

Sajō Aika knew from the beginning that things would turn out this way.

The omniscient and omnipotent girl—stopped observing her future the moment she realized she was about to fall in love.

Originally, she was able to know her fate and control her future.

It's like playing cat's cradle with the threads of the world and time, weaving events, choosing the future, deciding any possibility entirely according to one's own will, and choosing the days one wants to live in.

But she didn't.

With a smile and without hesitation, the girl closed her eyes to the future, adding further limitations to herself.

--why?

Because, in a relationship, you want to feel your heart pounding—

However, at the very moment the "future vision" was turned off, the Root Girl saw an unexpected sight.

In the end, the girl and her prince did not meet a happy ending in the Holy Grail War.

The end of the world.

The end of humanity.

What happened?

Why did it turn out that way?

Which step went wrong?

Sajou Aika frowned in confusion.