Original God's Dark Priest

The moment Hoshi made this decision, this world of Noble Phantasms changed.

All the researchers on the space station dropped what they were doing and surrounded her.

"Isn't life on the space station good?"

"Everyone will envy your life here."

"There is no antimatter legion here, no abundant fel."

"This is the most peaceful paradise in the universe."

Xing realized that everyone was trying to stop her from leaving, so she covered her ears and fled.

However, there were many researchers who noticed Xing's resistance and began to change their strategy.

"We didn't stop you."

"Want to get together for a meal sometime?"

Xing arrived at a road he had to pass through, where a dozen researchers formed a human wall and removed their disguises.

"Don't go any further. The future of the Nameless Guest is nothing but emptiness and despair."

"Do you think you're special? What about those nameless people who are far more talented than you..."

"Whether it was Tirnan or Kellerbeck, they were all swallowed by the dark depths of space and never returned!"

Upon hearing this, Xing calmed down and looked at the people who had stopped her with a mocking expression: "So, you finally admit that I'm just a nobody?"

One sentence revealed the logical flaw, and everyone fell silent.

Xing forcefully pushed aside the person blocking her way: "Get out of my way."

There were no more obstacles in her path; all she could see was a smooth road.

She successfully shook off the people blocking her way and walked step by step into the Black Tower's artifact storage room.

She saw the broken red blade in the glass display case and remembered the dashing Princess Himeko.

Then I saw the gray-black wings of the wind, symbolizing freedom.

She thought of Saffir and clenched her fist: "If I get the chance... I must settle the score with her."

The most urgent task is to find a way to leave this place.

She kept walking forward until she reached the end of the storage room. She remembered this place; it was where she was born. Originally, this should have been the storage room where the Black Tower stored the star cores.

But now, the thing at the core of the star is a familiar baseball bat, unremarkable yet so familiar.

"Long time no see, old friend." Several years have passed since the time travel was completed, and Xing has almost forgotten how to fight.

But she wasn't afraid, because she knew that as long as she reached out and grasped the bat, she, the Galactic Bat Girl, would make a triumphant return.

Just as she reached out to grip the bat, Miss Note's voice rang in her ears: "Even if pulling it out means an unfortunate end... would you people still do it anyway?"

Xing lowered her head slightly, and at the same time, Saber also heard the same question.

Unlike the silent star, Saber did not hesitate at all: "Merlin once warned me the same thing."

"So, I wove gentle and peaceful dreams for you. Isn't this exactly what your hearts yearn for?" Miss Note was puzzled by their choice.

Saber closed his eyes: "I have indeed thought that if someone else had pulled out the Sword of the King, perhaps he would have done a better job than me."

Before her stood a stone pillar, and on it, her weapon, the sword in the stone that symbolized her status, was stuck.

"But I cannot blame the girl who once pulled the sword out of the stone for her overestimation of her abilities."

She simply wanted to try and save something, like the king who challenged the white dragon. Saber opened her eyes, her gaze resolute. "If there's another chance to choose, I'll tell her..."

"I hope you can do better this time than you have in the past."

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Like all traitors before her, even Caster, with her Noble Phantasm activated, couldn't gain any advantage against the enlightened Hoshino and Saber.

She collapsed to the ground, utterly defeated: "Ha... being a traitor, what a fitting end."

"Since the stage caused you so much pain, why did you choose to stay on the Pinocchio stage again after leaving the prison?" Robin knew there was more to the story, but she didn't understand why Caster had really walked headlong into Saffir's trap.

Even though the other party had disappeared, she still insisted on doing what had been assigned to her.

Miss Note raised her head slightly, looking at her Master. She shook her head slightly: "I remember whenever I sang, the rude prisoners would quiet down, and the crying children would stop sobbing and start smiling. Because of these trivial things, even in the iron cage, we still felt free."

But Pinocene has changed; after so many Amber Ages, it has become unfamiliar. And I am locked in this newly born cage.

Enough! It's time to end this. Servants who betray their Master have no right to exist!

Her eyes were filled with desolation and death. Once again, it was such an undignified ending, as if it were her destiny.

The master and servant looked at each other, and in their hearts echoed Saphir's voice: "It is most foolish to expect the goodwill of a capitalist, but we can still place our hope in humanity. The kind are naturally strong, and Caster's path to redemption lies within it."

Caster's path to redemption... The robin raises his hand to look at the back of his hand, where the crimson Command Seals still remain, never having disappeared.

Neither she nor Caster ever intended to abandon the other.

That's good, now's the perfect time to make use of it.

The robin took a deep breath and raised the hand bearing the Command Seal: "In that case, I grant your wish." She swore: "I command with the first stroke of the Command Seal. Asna, I return your name on behalf of Pinocchio."

Even if they trademark your name and take everything away from you, you are by no means a penniless loser.

Upon hearing the robin's oath, Caster—no, she should be called by her real name: Asna.

Asna was clearly incredulous, her heart filled with a complex mix of emotions: excitement, guilt, sadness, and melancholy.

"Raise your head, Mother of Irises!" The robin said sternly and forcefully. "I command, with my second Command Spell, to return to you the proof that you are a Heroic Spirit."

Because of your passing, singers and artists have begun to understand how to fight for their freedom and dignity from businessmen. You are by no means an unknown figure; you are the founder of the Iris branch of the Pinocchio family, one of the five major families of Pinocchio.

That's why you borrowed that name, isn't it? A character created by your student and friend, Maefn and the Clockmaker—Miss Note, singing freely in Dream Town.

"Please stop talking..." Asna tried to stop her. These past events, which were clearly proof of her failure, had become her achievements.

The robin ignored her and used up all his command spells in one go: "I command with the third command spell that, as your junior on the stage, I return to you the freedom of being born a human being."

All three Command Seals dissipated, and the shackles binding Asna crumbled inch by inch, making her feel relieved.

"From this day forward, Mother of Irises, you will no longer be manipulated by anyone, but will dance for yourself." The robin's voice was soft, as if whispering, "This farce is about to end, but before that—I hope you can step out of the theater and see for yourself those artists. No matter how much slander you have suffered, in their eyes you are a hero."

On the stage of the theater at the Crook Film Park, an elderly Pipisi man swirled the wine in his glass, took a sip, gently placed it on the table, and then leaned back in his chair.

"That's good, that's... that's good." He muttered to himself, leaving a document on the table before getting up and leaving without looking back.

All that remained was a table, a chair, the wine glass he used to drink from, the documents he left behind, and one crucial prop: the Holy Grail that had sparked this Holy Grail War.

His Barsarker is already out of the game, why stay here to face those Masters and Servants who have been truly enraged?

He's an old man; he can't afford to gamble with his life.

He left these things behind and went to Liumeng Reef, to the large platform where Mikhail sat in meditation before the end of his life.

He no longer cared about the rest. Now, for him, only one last thing remained: the farce would come to a perfect end.

Faced with the all-consuming black hole of memories, he was lost in a long period of reminiscence.

After an unknown amount of time, he sighed softly, as if struck by a thought: "The Holy Grail... is broken, what a pity. People chased after it, fought for it, dedicated themselves to it, and died for it, just like... our Pinocchio."

They poured their dreams into it, making Pinocchio what it is today. So, did Pinocchio respond to their wishes?

Look at this memory black hole. Ten Amber Ages have passed. The people who once sat here and built Pinocene from scratch are now reduced to a despicable old man.

His friends and his enemies were all gone.

I must confess to you both that my wish has been fulfilled; regardless of how you viewed me, regardless of how much we once hated each other, the Holy Grail acknowledges your achievements and allows you to appear as Heroic Spirits…

Don't you think this is a unique reunion of old friends? It's a pity that old Mikhail couldn't be there."

Behind him, Assassin and Caster… no, it should be Greedy and Asna, stood quietly.

Hearing him say that, Greedy chuckled and said gently, "Ah... Mr. Otti, your wish truly touches me."

If I didn't know you, I would have been fooled by your nonsense. A reunion with an old friend? It's just a side benefit in your business dealings.

“Greddy… oh no, perhaps I should call you Mr. Rick right now?” Old O’Di turned his head and looked at Mr. Rick, whose face was slightly pale. “Is the editing finished?… Such an important job still depends on you.”

Mr. Reck crossed his arms: “I’ve cut out the parts that involve the participants’ privacy and kept the most exciting parts of this Holy Grail War. It may not be a great work of art… but commercially it should not disappoint you.”

"That's enough. You artists always think about carving your names on the artistic monument you believe in at all costs. Hehehehe, but unfortunately, those who succeed are as few and far between as the victors of the Holy Grail War, aren't they?" Old Audi stated the facts calmly, but it sounded like sarcasm no matter how you looked at it.

He stroked his beard, not without pride: "I'm different. Aside from monetary rewards, what else in the world can better measure the effort you put into something?"

Mr. Reck didn't care at all: "The memories of the heroes of the past are a satisfying reward."

Unfortunately… that most mysterious Heroic Spirit is beyond my reach.

"Hehehehe... that person's memories... well, forget it. Too much greed will only make an elephant die." Old Audi revealed a half-smile. "If you're really interested, you might as well look forward to it. Who knows, maybe one day she'll take pity on you and let you see them."

"Alright, this deal is settled. I'll take my leave now." Mr. Reck was too lazy to say anything more. He didn't like dealing with businessmen like old Audi.