I don't want to be a heroic spirit

"Using the Empress's ability to create poison, I'm impersonating another person, misleading the enemy and causing them to misjudge our combat power."

"When the enemy had diverted half their forces to pursue Rider, you launched a surprise attack and directly seized the Greater Holy Grail, the ultimate prize of victory... Everything was proceeding according to your script. It was incredibly smooth, so smooth that it made me sick."

"That's right. Those of us who have dedicated our entire lives to writing know best. This kind of incredibly smooth, unchanging, uneventful plot is the worst. It's so bad that we wouldn't even bother using it as a table cushion. If it were written into a book, it would be best to be shredded and thrown into the stable as fodder. It would definitely be the worst piece of shit in the world!"

Chapter 224 Semiramis

The middle-aged man was chattering in front of the gate. Suddenly, a thick dark purple fog appeared and swallowed his figure.

Immediately, a burning pain spread throughout his body, as if he had been thrown into a pool of sulfuric acid.

Although his figure was not clear from the outside due to the thick fog, his screams of pain were extremely penetrating.

"This is my temple, my garden. I don't remember giving you the right to shout in my garden, Caster."

A sound that could easily be associated with poison echoed in the space, sweet, dangerous, and depraved.

The real Assassin of the Red Team, the servant of Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, the Empress of Assyria, and the earliest poisoner in human history - Semiramis.

She was standing next to Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, looking down at the middle-aged man in the poisonous fog, listening to his screams, with a hint of pleasure in her eyes.

"Please spare Shakespeare, Assassin. He cannot leave the stage yet."

With a refreshing tone, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada began to plead with Semiramis on Shakespeare's behalf.

"Do you want to order me around? Master, do you want to change my mind? You're not so foolish as to think I'm inferior to you, are you?"

Semiramis glanced at Amakusa Shirou Tokisada with a cold look in her eyes.

However, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada seemed to be blind to the evil in the other person's eyes, and still had a kind smile like the spring sunshine.

"Of course not, this is just my humble request."

"..."

After staring at Amakusa Shirou Tokisada who was bowing his head towards her for a long time, Semiramis turned her head away unhappily and waved her hand to dispel the poisonous fog that enveloped Shakespeare.

"If it weren't for your request, Master, I wouldn't have allowed this kind of pest to appear in my garden. Not only are they as annoying as pests, they also have the same amazing vitality as pests."

"Oh! Thank you, Queen, for your great mercy. I almost thought I was going to die."

Semiramis had just finished speaking when Shakespeare stood up again as if nothing had happened.

As Semiramis said, Shakespeare's only true strength lies in his vitality. If I were to use his own words to explain...

"I've experienced sudden death hell more times than I can imagine (deadline), dying and rising again and again. This time, my performance is so wonderful. Heroes etched in human history stab each other, betray each other, and become enemies over a ridiculous cup. If I die before I can witness the end of all heroes and write about them in a book, I will cry out loud with grief. I will really cry. Tears will flow freely."

[Self-Preservation B] is one of Shakespeare's inherent skills.

It can be called a life-saving skill. As long as the master is not dead, Shakespeare will not die. This is why Semiramis commented that he "has an amazing vitality like a pest."

Shakespeare's exaggerated voice once again made Semiramis unhappy, and her face darkened visibly.

"Make no mistake, Caster. I'm letting you go because of my Master's request. And I can assure you that his request won't always be effective. So, get out of my sight immediately before I change my mind."

"Of course, of course, I will do as you wish. I am not unreasonable."

Shakespeare bowed his head.

"We all know very well that women are unreasonable, especially those who fall in love. They are simply unreasonable monsters... Ouch!"

The magic cannonball endowed with the "highly poisonous" attribute slammed down on the spot where Shakespeare had just been, but Shakespeare, seeing the bad situation, had already run away through the door behind him.

Only a voice filled with shame and anger pierced the air and chased in the direction of Shakespeare.

"Shakespeare!!"

Semiramis's whole body was shaking with anger, and her cheeks were so red that they seemed to be bleeding.

She glanced cautiously at the expression of Amakusa Shiro Tokisada beside her, like a little girl who had just fallen in love.

However, when Semiramis saw that Amakusa Shiro's expression did not change at all and he still had that gentle smile, she suddenly felt a lot of relief and a little frustration in her heart.

Feeling that Semiramis's gaze had shifted away, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's expression changed and he revealed a complicated bitter smile.

But it recovered quickly.

"Honestly, I thought I could get help from the Black Caster. After all, we are very similar. We have both witnessed the suffering of this land with our own eyes and been cursed for life. We also hope to accomplish what even gods have failed to do and bring redemption to this land."

Having said that, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada couldn't help but reveal a regretful expression.

"However... it's a shame. His awareness is only half-baked. He's so easily shaken. He won't even reach the end of this pilgrimage."

"It's such a pity... I thought he was someone who could understand me, but in the end I had to take his life with my own hands."

"Are you confessing? To whom? To that god who accomplished nothing?" Semiramis asked lazily, "Could it be that, Master, you have begun to regret what you have done?"

"How could that be possible? You are such a joke, Assassin."

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada turned to look at the Greater Holy Grail and smiled faintly, saying, "My long-cherished wish will soon be fulfilled. Anyone who stands in my way, even if it's a god, I will kill with my own hands... I can't turn back now."

"Don't forget what you promised me, Master. You don't need me to remind you of the consequences of betraying me, right?"

"Of course, Assassin. When my wish is fulfilled, you will become the sole superior of this world, the true king."

This is a lie.

Moreover, it was a very clumsy lie.

But Semiramis believed it, or rather... pretended to believe it.

At this moment, three mirrors suddenly appeared in front of Semiramis, and the images on the mirrors made Semiramis's face change slightly.

"Master, Saber and the others from the Black side have finally arrived."

"Yeah……"

Amakusa Shirou Tokisada responded, and it was impossible to tell from his tone what he was feeling at the moment.

"And..." Semiramis paused, shifting her gaze from the image on the mirror to Amakusa Shirou Tokisada, and said, "The two Rulers and Saber from the red team are here too."

"..."

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada did not respond.

He just stared quietly at the Holy Grail in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.

Chapter 225 [Vanity's Sky Garden]

A car suddenly drove out from a wilderness.

“Ah~~Huh!!”

In the driver's seat, Mordred fiddled with the steering wheel excitedly.

"This, this, this...isn't this bad?"

Joan of Arc, who was sitting in the back row, asked palely, but no one answered her.

The person sitting in the passenger seat was Lion Jie Jie Li, and Artoria was sitting next to Jeanne d'Arc.

Lion Jie Jie Li didn't dare to speak since he bit his tongue during the bumpy ride just now.

The road was already difficult to drive on, being bumpy, and Mordred's driving style was so wild.

Mordred even felt that the car's speed was not very good, so he actually added [Magic Release] to the car.

As a result, what came out of the car's pipe was not exhaust gas, but red lightning.

Altria didn't know the exact speed, but one thing was certain, that was that even on the highway, the car was still seriously speeding.

This speed should not be a big deal for servants, but both Altria and Jeanne looked unhappy... to put it simply, they were a little carsick.

As a summoned servant, Mordred naturally couldn't have a driver's license or something like that. Even this car was stolen by Lion Jie Li. At that time, Jeanne was somewhat opposed to it, thinking that it was immoral.

Mordred possesses a B-rank [Riding] skill. Although she cannot ride mythical beasts, she can quickly master simple vehicles like cars, even though she has never driven a car in her lifetime.

This made Altria feel extremely complicated... because she always remembered that she took the driving test three times.

In particular, when she took the third subject test for the first and second time, her mother drove her to the test site, but the third time she simply let her take the bus by herself.

At that time, her mother said with a look of disgust, "You can take the bus there by yourself." It was really hurtful...

This is truly an eternal pain in her heart.

This [Riding] skill ranks among the top three skills she wants most. Incidentally, the first one is "Thousand Languages" from "God Slayer", because she basically never passed the English test when she was in school, and she wanted to die from memorizing words.

Both Sword Dae and Gun Dae have the skill of [Riding], but the spirit base of this Ruler Dae does not have this skill.

Then, at Mordred's repeated request, the job of driving fell on Mordred.

To be honest, Artoria already felt a little regretful.

"Is Altria really that compatible with vehicle killers?"

Jiandai was tricked by Irisviel into getting into the car, and now she is on Mordred's pirate ship...a ​​stolen car.

The wilderness was littered with the corpses of androids and the remains of familiars.

The phrase "corpses everywhere" is the most appropriate to describe this scene.

If you look far away, you can see charred land and densely packed stakes.

It seems that Vlad III and Karna also fought each other.

At this moment, Artoria and the others were rushing to the Black side's base camp, which was the castle of the Yugdomirenya family.

After learning that the Greater Holy Grail was taken away by the Red Team, Fiore, Gold and other members of the Black Team returned to the camp at full speed, and Artoria and the others also decided to go to the Yogdomilenia Castle.

Now, Jack the Ripper has escaped. After the failure of this expedition, the other party will definitely be on high alert. There is no point in continuing to keep an eye on her.

The Holy Grail was taken away by the Red Team. The final battle between the Black Team and the Red Team must be not far away, and they have no reason to miss it.

"Ah, it seems that this car is completely scrapped..."

"With the way you drive, Saber, it's a miracle this thing managed to last this long."

The car managed to barely reach its destination. After all, although Mordred's [Magic Release] could increase the speed of the car to a terrifying level, it came at the cost of the car's service life.

Mordred patted the carriage, then turned to the Lion Jie Jie Li and said, "Hey! Master, let's grab another car later. I want to drive it again!"

"It doesn't matter whether you're driving or hijacking the car, but please don't get me in your car again. Your driving style is not only damaging the life of the car, but also mine. I f*cking believed your lies and got in your car."

"Hey, hey, hey, Master, can you please have some backbone? Don't let me look down on you, okay? Look at how my father is fine?"

Altria, who was inexplicably caught in the crossfire, actually wanted to say, "Why don't you drive next time, Mordred?" but she didn't say it in the end.

Both Artoria and Jeanne have been to the Black side's headquarters.

However, when he returned here again, he found that two-thirds of the castle was missing, and the missing piece had become a huge bottomless hole.

I guess that's where the Holy Grail was originally stored.

In addition to the ruined castle, there is another thing that is particularly eye-catching.

"What is that?"

Even with the Servant's eyesight, it couldn't be seen clearly, but there was indeed something on the other side of the sky.

Joan of Arc narrowed her eyes, looked into the distance, and asked in surprise.

"Is that... a castle? A castle flying in the sky?"

"To be precise, it should be called a garden."

That was the Noble Phantasm of the Red Team's Assassin Semiramis, an anti-world Noble Phantasm of an EX level that was unpredictable—[Hanging Garden of Vanity].

The Black side thought that as long as they held their position, they would be safe, but they didn't expect that the enemy's base camp could fly directly over.

How could a mere modern magus's foray into the world of magic possibly rival the temples of the Age of Gods? Furthermore, the Hanging Gardens of Semiramis, in some ways, surpassed the temples themselves.

"That... is the Noble Phantasm of Caster from the red side?" Jeanne felt a little uneasy. Even for a Servant, this Noble Phantasm was too extraordinary.

Then, Artoria replied to her, "You guessed wrong, that is the Noble Phantasm of the Red Team's Assassin."

"???"

Assassin?

Such a huge temple, and you tell me that the person who summoned it was an assassin?

And... didn't the Black Master say that the Red Assassin this time would be Hassan Serenity?

Joan of Arc opened her small eyes, looking extremely confused.