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Chapter 895: Yecheng: It's Time for a Verbal Showdown!
Chapter 895: Yecheng: It's Time for a Verbal Showdown!
"Old fools, you've been spouting all these lofty words, but in truth, you're all after the Holy Grail, aren't you?
I didn't bother with you before because I didn't give you the slightest thought, but if any of you dare to lay a hand on the Holy Grail, I'll wipe you all out myself!"
The Holy Grail in Sakura's hand had indeed captured everyone's attention from the very beginning.
The reputation of the Holy Grail as the Omnipotent Wish Machine was well-known to the veterans of the Magic World.
Unfortunately, over the years, the Holy Grail had always been under the control of Fuyuki City's Three Great Families, and outsiders had to fight tooth and nail for even a chance to participate in the Holy Grail War.
Take, for example, the past experiences of Faruzuki Tomonori and Einzbern Souichirou; as magicians, they both desired the Holy Grail to reach the Root.
And indeed, no magician could resist the temptation of attaining the Root through the Holy Grail.
Before destroying the Holy Grail, they intended to use its power to fulfill their wishes, which seemed like a reasonable plan to the magicians present.
"Little girl, I've been teaching at the Clock Tower for over thirty years. When I started learning magic, your parents might not have even been born yet.
Are you from that family? Don't you know to show respect to your elders and superiors in the Magic World? How dare you speak so arrogantly!"
"Haha, you old fools... no, you don't even have the right to act superior in front of me.
When I began mastering magic, not only were your parents not yet born, but even the founders of your families hadn't come into existence.
With your shallow magic skills, you dare call me your superior? You won't even make others laugh."
The magicians, who were initially enraged by Medea's ruthless mockery, suddenly found themselves standing on a massive magic array that had appeared beneath their feet.
Above their heads, compressed magic 'bullets' hovered in mid-air, and these bullets alone were enough to kill them several times over if they dared to make any sudden moves!
Watching the plight of these outsider magicians, Rin Faruzuki and Shirou Emiya, who were standing nearby, felt no sympathy.
The traitorous sorceress was known for her ruthlessness, and these so-called 'respected' elders of the Magic World were foolish to provoke her. It was as if they were seeking their own deaths.
Boasting about their magic knowledge and experience to a child of the Kamishiro family? It was no different from a child boasting about knowing addition and subtraction to a mathematician.
Rin and Shirou were well aware that they couldn't rely on anyone else at this point; the crucial factor was whether Yecheng could defeat the Blackened Saber and Black Jeanne.
At Enzang Mountain, Yecheng's summoned Magic Wolf Fenrir and the Red Dragon's thunder and flames had completely leveled the mountain. Fenrir then leaped several times from the ruins, quickly closing in on the Red Dragon.
"Roar——————!"
The Red Dragon, which had been trying to take off with its flapping wings, was caught off guard. With its mouth wide open, Fenrir bit down on the dragon's neck.
The Red Dragon let out a pained grunt and frantically shook its body, trying to throw off Fenrir.
Due to the pain from the injury, Black Jeanne, who had been on the dragon's head, was also shaken off by the movements of her mount.
Seeing Fenrir so close, Black Jeanne leaped down and gripped her Cursed Flag, ready to strike at Fenrir's eyes. But at that moment, a figure appeared before her, grasping the flagpole she had thrust forward.
Feeling the resistance from the Cursed Flag, which hindered her attack, Black Jeanne's face showed a moment of surprise. But soon, a white lightning flash completely filled her vision.
"The Fourth of the Destructive Arts, White Lightning!"
A lightning bolt, like a laser, shot from Yecheng's fingertips, piercing through Black Jeanne's chest and leaving a black hole in her left breast.
Under normal circumstances, even if a Heroic Spirit's chest was completely pierced, they would likely be forced to withdraw.
However, as Yecheng's lightning tore through her body, Black Jeanne, instead of dissipating and returning to the Holy Grail, gripped her black longsword with her other hand and slashed at Yecheng! Naturally, her sword was caught by Yecheng's bare hand, and as he looked at her chest, he noticed that the wound he had just inflicted was already healing, concealed by a black mist.
Compared to Saber, Yecheng found Black Jeanne to be more troublesome. Saber, with Avalon, excelled in both offense and defense.
But now, This World's Evil, without the Holy Grail as a collection tool, had become a rootless source.
Although Saber had a significant amount of This World's Evil within her, maintaining an intense battle would eventually exhaust her, allowing her to regain her sanity.
In contrast, Black Jeanne, as an Avenger, was more challenging. Her ability to regenerate and self-heal made her nearly invincible, akin to a small perpetual motion machine.
Of course, if Yecheng were to unleash his full power and emit a powerful energy wave, he could defeat both Saber and Black Jeanne in one go.
However, if they were defeated, their souls would return to the Holy Grail. The blackened and avenger versions of them would undoubtedly contaminate the newly reformed Holy Grail, undoing all his hard work.
"Jeanne d'Arc of Orleans, what do you fight for?"
Yecheng released his grip on the Curse Flag and kicked Black Jeanne in the abdomen, sending her flying while asking a question that had been on his mind.
"Of course, I fight for revenge! Otherwise, why would I have descended upon this Holy Grail War as an Avenger?"
As Black Jeanne was kicked away, she used the impact of her landing to propel herself back towards Yecheng, her face set with unwavering determination.
"Then, can you tell me, Jeanne d'Arc, the National Salvation Saint of Orleans, who do you seek revenge for? Is it for yourself, or for the Imperial Marshal, Gilles de Rais?"
Yecheng held his hand out, and a longsword instantly appeared in his grasp. He blocked her sword with his own and, looking into her eyes, asked again.
It was clear that Black Jeanne couldn't answer Yecheng's question immediately, as a sense of confusion arose within her.
"You claim you don't want to be her replacement, yet you've been seeking revenge for her all this time. Isn't that rather laughable?
No, perhaps the real Joan of Arc never even had thoughts of revenge. Strictly speaking, you're not even her shadow, but a creation born from someone else's obsession and hatred.
As a Second Shadow, why did I keep emphasizing that I am the original, and that I am the original? Born from the prototype of Joan of Arc, shaped by someone else's wishes and obsession, do you truly understand what you desire?"
(End of Chapter)
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