Abnormal Moon

“I also want to stay by your side, but that’s impossible—my spirit core has been completely burned up.”

That's right.

Jeanne d'Arc, having lost her Master, was only able to maintain her presence in the world by relying on the remaining magical power of her Command Seals.

If a contract had been signed with Joan of Arc beforehand, with Roy providing the magic, then she could have remained in this world.

However, when Gilgamesh unleashed a barrage of attacks, although Jeanne d'Arc activated her Noble Phantasm defense in time, her own magical power was far from sufficient to defend against the rain of thousands of Noble Phantasms.

Moreover, her Noble Phantasm "My Lord is Here" is a Noble Phantasm that accumulates damage. It will never be broken before the damage is accumulated to the limit, but once it reaches the limit, no matter how much she struggles, she will be powerless to turn the tide.

Faced with that situation, Joan of Arc exhausted her magical power and then desperately burned her own spiritual origin to defend against Gilgamesh's volley of fire in his serious mode.

But her spiritual foundation was already riddled with holes and burned out, beyond repair.

"It was originally my Master's fault, and now I am merely paying for that sin."

Joan of Arc let out a sigh of regret.

Her figure grew fainter and fainter, as if she might disappear at any moment.

Both Roy and Jiemon were just pitiful people played by fate. They didn't need to hurt each other, but they ended up hating each other to this extent. Such is the impermanence of life.

Roy gritted his teeth, and for the first time, a deep sense of unwillingness appeared in his eyes.

Even when the Black Pigs stormed into the city and he was suddenly confronted by a series of unexpected crises, he faced them without fear. He was willing to die for them.

Only at this moment did he feel an intense hatred for his own weakness and incompetence.

"I've already lost you once... do I have to lose you a second time?"

Joan of Arc suddenly felt a dampness on her cheek.

She was momentarily dazed when she saw Roy's face so close to hers. This boy, who had never shown the slightest weakness, was now shedding tears in front of her.

Even when faced with the curse of Angolan Mainyu, Roy could endure it without uttering a sound, but at this moment, he revealed the most vulnerable side of his being.

"Don't make that face..."

Joan of Arc tried to raise her hand to wipe away his tears, but found her hand as heavy as lead.

"Roy, I broke my promise to you last time. Normally, I shouldn't make a second promise with you under any circumstances. But, Roy, incredibly, I really want to make a promise with you again now—"

“One day in the future, I will definitely come back to your side and uphold our original promise. I swear, one day I will find you and then—stay with you forever.”

"So, until then, you must survive."

Joan of Arc extended an invitation to Roy with utmost solemnity.

"Will you make this promise with me?"

She took a deep breath and struggled to raise her hand, but she couldn't lift it at all.

Just as her hand was about to fall, Roy grabbed it.

"Okay, I promise you, I will survive and find you. Even if you refuse, I will force you to fulfill the promise!"

"Yes, I swear, you will find me..."

Joan of Arc slightly curved her lips into a kind, gentle, and joyful smile, just like a young girl experiencing her first love.

They received a firm response and made their vows.

Her spiritual foundation was finally completely exhausted, transforming into the purest magical particles.

He disappeared from Roy's arms.

Roy knelt on the ground, staring at his empty hands, and remained in a daze for a long time.

The defensive barrier surrounding them disappeared without them even noticing.

The smoke and dust covering the outside have dissipated.

The land looked as if it had been bombarded by missiles, riddled with craters of varying depths. Not only the open space where they were standing, but even the ruins of the castle behind them had been completely reduced to a pile of rocks, with no trace of ruins remaining.

Demon King Souji stood beside Roy, looking somewhat bewildered.

She had forgotten many things; her spiritual foundation had been worn down too much. She no longer even remembered who this person in front of her was.

But seeing his frail figure kneeling there, she could still feel her heart clenching.

"that……"

She opened her mouth, but didn't know how to call out to him.

"I am fine."

Roy seemed to finally come to his senses and wiped away his tears.

Once he stood up, all his vulnerability vanished, and he returned to his previous state of never showing the slightest fear no matter what difficulties he faced.

He took his glasses out of his pocket and put them on.

Seeing that he had finally returned to his normal state, Demon King Souji breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well!"

Suddenly, Demon God Souji felt a tearing pain in her chest, causing her to groan involuntarily.

"Ugh, ahh ...

"Saber!"

Roy's gaze sharpened, his expression slightly taken aback.

Why is Souji in so much pain when he has no enemies?

Suddenly.

A golden Holy Grail burst forth from the body of Demon King Souji, as if tearing open his chest.

Upon losing the Lesser Grail, Demon God Souji instantly lost consciousness, collapsed to the ground, and fell unconscious. In that instant, her aura also diminished sharply, and her figure, attire, weapons, and so on all returned to their original form in the light.

Chapter 107 Is there another pair of pantyhose to tear?

Rin Tohsaka traversed almost half of Fuyuki City and arrived at the small hill at top speed.

The castle that served as a branch of the Mage's Association had long been razed to the ground, and the scorching dust had turned into cold earth. There was no sense of impending doom around; everything had returned to calm. The enemy had been gone for a long time.

Upon reaching the mountain path, Rin Tohsaka saw Roy carrying Saber as they hurried down the mountain.

"Thank goodness, you're alright...!"

Seeing Roy come down the mountain unharmed, Rin Tohsaka breathed a heavy sigh of relief, her heart finally settling back into her stomach.

Heaven knows how panicked she was when she saw that dazzling golden rain that blotted out the sky, fearing that Luo Yiren would be gone in the blink of an eye.

No, she should say that she thought Roy couldn't possibly withstand such an attack, and that when she arrived at the scene, she might only see a pile of minced meat. But Roy miraculously survived, thank goodness.

Although she didn't know how he did it, Rin Tohsaka thought she might have to go and pray to a god to fulfill her vow.

Roy stared at Rin Tohsaka, who was panting heavily, his expression frozen, and remained silent.

"what happened to you?"

Rin Tohsaka's expression shifted, realizing that something seemed off about him.

"...No, it's nothing."

Roy paused for a moment, then shook his head, clearly not intending to say anything more.

Rin Tohsaka found it a bit strange, but considering that he had just survived such a terrifying attack and might have suffered a significant psychological shock, she didn't ask any further questions.

"What happened to Saber?"

"I forcibly used the Lesser Grail to ascend into the form of the Guardian, but just now the Lesser Grail went berserk. I managed to seal the Lesser Grail temporarily, but Saber fainted and showed no signs of waking up."

Roy looked down at Okita Souji, whom he was holding in his arms.

Breathing is even, body temperature is normal, everything is the same as usual.

He was unconscious, as if he were asleep.

Roy couldn't wake her up or find anything wrong with her, so he had no choice but to leave her alone.

"The Lancer duo is finished, but in terms of the outcome, it's not bad."

Rin Tohsaka said this, but then gave a bitter smile.

"But that golden Heroic Spirit, there's a limit to how much you can cheat! What's the point of being that strong?!"

No matter how you look at it, the gap in strength is simply too great.

The gap was so large that no tactic would work. Even Rin Tohsaka felt a chill run down her spine at the thought of fighting against that golden Servant.

I have less than one ten-thousandth of a chance of winning.

Roy's eyebrows twitched slightly.

He glanced back at the small hill behind him, now a pile of rubble, lost in thought.

"Let's go back, the final battle is approaching."

Immediately afterwards, he turned around without saying a word, picked up Okita Souji, and walked down the mountain.