Type-Moon Traveler's Enemy

"Well, am I a good Servant?" Mordred said to Lion Jie Li, carrying his sword. Then he watched Semiramis stumble to her feet and said, "Also, Vicious Woman, you're not planning on causing trouble for us again, are you?"

Lion Jiejieli responded: "Yeah."

Semiramis said calmly, "My condition doesn't allow me to do that. My soul core is shattered and I'm already dying. I want to see the end. I don't want to try to launch an attack that might kill me."

"Hey, I thought so."

"You did defeat her," Lion Jie Li said to Modred, then looked at Mo Li and said, "Mr. Mo Li, what are you going to do next?"

Mo Li said, “I won’t do much. I’ll wait until this is over and I take the Holy Grail away, then I’ll go and settle the score with someone.”

Lion Jie Jie Li raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "It seems that the guy who has been hiding is in trouble."

He guessed that Mo Li must have a grudge against the other party, otherwise he would not have chased Cu Chulainn in the first place, and he also rescued Serenike from the other party.

Lion Jie Jie Li said to Mordred with a determined look: "Then, the next step is the end. We can only come this far because of you, the Servant. I can't help you anymore. I believe you can handle the next one, Amakusa Shiro."

"Well, don't worry, now that we've defeated this vicious woman, things will be easy from now on!"

"Hey~" Jack said to the lion Jie Jie Li with a smile, "Uncle, what wish are you planning to make and come here to fight?"

The Holy Grail has consumed most of its magic power in order to fulfill Amakusa Shiro's wish. Although many servants have died now, it is unknown whether it can still fulfill the wishes of the two groups of people.

After hearing this, Lion Jie Jieli also understood that this was a very important issue, because the consumption of magic power was linked to the degree to which the wish was to be achieved.

"My wish..." Lion Jiejieli paused, took a melancholy puff of his cigarette, blew out a smoke ring and said, "My wish, what I seek is not a successor, what I seek is only that child."

"Does that mean we only need to resurrect one person? Then there will be no conflict between us~ Hehe~" Jack looked at Mordred with a smile: "What about you, sister~"

"I'm doing this for someone too." Mordred responded simply, with no intention of continuing in front of Jack.

"Great!" Jack pulled on Mo Li's sleeve with a smile on his face, looking extremely happy: "Brother~ Let's go~"

Semiramis said at this time: "Be careful when you walk. I have set up a lot of traps and magic tricks in the back. I don't want to be killed by my own traps before I can see the end."

……

Joan of Arc arrived at the location of the Holy Grail without any obstacles. With Semiramis's permission, she did not trigger any traps. She looked up at the huge Holy Grail and said, "Holy Grail..."

This is the miraculous object that all the heroic spirits participating in this Holy Grail War are pursuing. The existence of this object is the embodiment of miracles.

However, the Holy Grail is now something that must be dealt with later, because it is already very dangerous because it was activated by Shiro Amakusa's wish.

The Holy Grail is fulfilling Shiro Amakusa's wish. Although the start-up is slow and the consumption is huge because the wish is too grand, it will be completed sooner or later.

Joan of Arc knew she had to stop this!

At this moment, Shakespeare, who had been waiting at this place, released his spirit form, clapped his hands, and walked towards Joan of Arc: "Yo hehe~"

"Caster, Shakespeare." Joan of Arc saw through the other party's identity at a glance, but she had just arrived in this world and didn't quite understand how serious this guy's behavior of smearing her was, otherwise she would have picked up a flag gun and beaten the other party.

"Indeed, my name is William Shakespeare." Shakespeare introduced himself while bowing and touching his chest. "A first-class writer of insignificant proportions!"

Joan of Arc, who could directly see through the identities and abilities of the Heroic Spirits, advised the other party: "I advise you to surrender. You cannot defeat me."

"No, no, I don't deserve that." Shakespeare summoned his book with his left hand, then stood up and flung it open. "The fun has only just begun!"

Seeing this action, Joan of Arc knew that the other party was about to attack, and immediately grabbed her flag gun with both hands with vigilance.

"Come on, it's open! Take your seats, don't smoke! No photos allowed!"

"All the world's my stage, and the show's about to begin! Give me a thunderous round of applause!"

Joan of Arc, who was still on guard, suddenly found that the world had changed in an instant, and she found herself back in her hometown, looking at the familiar village at dusk.

"This is... mine...?!" Joan of Arc stood there for a long time, looking at the village in front of her with mixed feelings. Although it seemed very familiar, it was fake after all.

"An illusion... I'm afraid it's the Red Team's Caster's Noble Phantasm."

Just as Joan of Arc made her judgment, she suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from behind where no one was.

"Why……"

Joan of Arc was startled when she heard the voice and immediately turned around. Then she saw someone she hadn't seen for a long time. The person looked almost exactly like her and looked at her in disbelief.

The woman, who looked like an older Joan of Arc, held a dustpan in her hand and said with deep sorrow, "Why were you burned at the stake? And mocked for eighteen years? You clearly set out on this journey after receiving the Lord's revelation..."

Joan of Arc said with mixed feelings: "Mom..."

The old woman ran over crying, knelt down to put down the things in her hands, then grabbed Jeanne's clothes and cried, "Please don't go, Jeanne..."

Seeing this familiar face begging so desperately, Joan of Arc looked at her sadly. This was fake, and she still had a mission to complete.

Facing her mother's pleading eyes, Joan of Arc said sadly but firmly: "No, I want to go. I must go, not only for this village and this country, but also to save something much bigger."

Hearing such resolute and unhesitating words, the old woman was heartbroken and hugged the other person and cried: "Ah... Jenny..."

Jeanne was silent for a moment, then turned to look towards the village. "Red Caster, are you satisfied with this?"

The effect of the opponent's Noble Phantasm is indeed very... astonishing.

Shakespeare's voice rang out: "No, no, the play has just begun, so! Let's start the second act!"

After saying this, Shakespeare snapped his fingers, Joan of Arc turned around to look in the direction her mother came from, and then the curtain on the stage with Joan of Arc as the protagonist was drawn.

When the curtain opened again, Joan of Arc was already on a battlefield between England and France.