My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

For Karna, the charity hero, his life can be summed up in three sentences:

Do what you can within your capabilities.

Give as much as possible of what is asked for.

Then seriously accept the full consequences of doing so.

Contrary to his luxurious armor and colorful guns, what Karna experienced was such a simple life.

——No, not all.

Only sometimes, Karna will think of things that are contrary to his experience so far. In this world, there is only one hero who constantly disturbs Karna's heart.

His name is Arjuna. He is a man who has various aliases such as "Shining Crown", "Victor", "Rich Man", etc. and is loved by everyone.

The man who took away everything from Karna in exchange for the armor and gun.

Could it be that Karna's feelings for Arjuna were jealousy? Or is it other feelings besides this?

Karna did not understand this until his death, because he had never felt jealous of any existence, and he could not give a specific name to this feeling that had been turbulent in his heart.

...At the beginning of this Holy Grail War, he had a chance to understand this feeling.

Black Saber - Arjuna's face seems to exist on his body. It was only when Karna heard his real name later that he suddenly understood.

Siegfried is the tragic hero who inherited the blood of the royal family and gained wealth, fame and everything else. But unlike Arjuna, his end was extremely tragic, that is, the tragic ending of "died by assassination". He didn't even have time to swing the dragon-slaying sword, and was killed by a sniper attack on the only weak point of his invincible body.

Regarding the heroic spirits participating in this Holy Grail War, Karna believed that they were all rare beings. As members of our own team, we are comrades who should help each other, and as enemies, we are rare strong men. In this sense, Karna can be said to "understand" the existence of heroic spirits better than anyone else.

However, the only one that interested him was Black Saber. Even if the exchange of dialogue is not much, if each other's weapons have crossed hundreds and thousands of times, they will naturally understand something.

Although he is a being very similar to Arjuna, he is a man who has always longed for something.

A man who has no regrets about the fact that he died unexpectedly, but is pursuing something new.

And then - no matter who thinks he is, he is a true hero.

It's that kind of him who hopes to have another battle with himself and regards himself as an enemy that must be defeated. As a warrior, this can be said to be the highest honor and also a joy.

That battle and that agreement were so exciting, even though he was also grateful for human life and warm conversations. However, there is a long distance between that and "selfish desire". There is no desire of one's own in it, nor is there any joy that makes one's blood boil.

But this exists on the battlefield. Looking back carefully, for Karna, joy can only be encountered on the battlefield. It was a brief moment when you put all your existence on the tip of a spear and let your "real self" run freely without any worries.

The sparks of swords, spears, and halberds were like twinkling stars to Karna. A good opponent who effortlessly counterattacks while urging himself to use his full strength. Although it is a bit embarrassing, it is really enough to make me feel that "my life exists for that moment of joy."

The moment they pulled away, the jade of the Dragon Slayer's Demonic Sword flashed with brilliance, and Karna suddenly felt a shiver akin to joy pass down his spine.

"Fantasy Great Sword·The Demon Lost!"

“Brahma, cover the earth!”

The scorching sun and dusk collided again, mixing together like wine poured into the same glass. With the sky as the background, the vast twilight mixed with the scorching fire, blending into an indescribable emotion that could drive even the bar patrons crazy. The magnificent wine then splashed into the blue sky without any scruples.

In the stunning scene created unconsciously, two heroes roared with emotion. One was the son of the sun god who had given up his defense but was more dangerous, and the other was a steady and rock-solid dragon slayer. Guns and swords were intertwined. Together, the sparks burst out and their minds went blank. At this moment, they had forgotten both the Holy Grail War and the identity of the Servants.

Some are just the purest competition for victory between heroes!

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The cursed spear shining at the end called the storm, and the abundant force was like the collision of a red dragon, sending the heavily armed knight flying.

"Gu...!" The mask cracked and shattered due to resisting the invisible blow, revealing the girl's unruly face. She looked up at the mighty King of the Wild Hunt riding a skeletal horse, her eyes full of unwillingness.

The rebellious knight Mordred, the "Sword of the Shining King" she usurped was originally a sword that only the king could hold, and rejected all existences other than the king. However, Mordred held it forcibly in his hand, and puffed out his chest and said such heroic words: "It is not the sword that chooses the king, but the king chooses the sword."

Because of this, its sharpness is slightly inferior compared to when Wang held it. However, the real value of this sword does not lie in its power at all - the function of this king's sword is "amplification", which can enhance the king's majesty and bless the king's battles.

Using this weapon, Mordred's 'Magic Release' skill has been strengthened several times, allowing him to achieve extremely large jumps and movements. He can turn his master into a comet, turning him into an indifferent person, denying and breaking all pretenses. of humanoid bullets.

However, even with this level of impact and destructive power, she was still resisted by the overwhelming storm blowing by the end, as if she was not fighting an enemy, but fighting against nature and the wrath of the world itself.

"Is this who you are after giving up the power of restraint, my father..." Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Mordred stood up and raised the sword in his hand unsteadily, but the sound of horse hooves was loud, and before Mordred While her eyes widened, Artoria Alter, who was holding a gun, had an expressionless face, riding a war horse, and passed her by, leaving only the girl with an indifferent back.

"Just because you are not my opponent." Stating the facts, the black knight king looked at another battlefield, where Shuo Yue was playing with Achilles with ease, but his intuition told Artoria that that The Greek demigod is accumulating the power of a fatal blow. Although that blow may not kill Shuo Yue, she believes that it is better to eliminate the threat.

Emma Ramle snorted psychically, and started running with the king, but the next moment arrows fell like rain, and the storm was torn apart. Arturia silently waved the holy spear, setting off the gathering wind again. The violent wave, with only the strength of the muscles and the blow of the weapon itself, completely offset the attack of Atalanta's Noble Phantasm.

"That's too outrageous. Is this the last king who is watching over the age of the gods..." Sensing the king's gaze, Atalanta, who was at the top of the palace not far away, tensed her body and whispered to herself quietly, then she was swarmed by the angry wind. Before that, he quickly disappeared from Artoria's sight.

"...The threat has been temporarily eliminated." After confirming that Atalanta had temporarily retreated, Artoria Alter did not choose to pursue, but continued to move in the direction of Shuo Yue. Under the circumstances, let alone Mordred and Atalanta, even if seven first-class servants worked together, it would be difficult to surpass Artoria Alter and defeat the planet anchor in her hand.

However, some people think otherwise—never in the first place.

Red thunder burst out, and the passionate color broke through the thick lead clouds, pierced through the rich storm, and broke through to the back of the Black Knight King like a provocative signal before slowly dissipating.

So, Artoria Alter slowly turned around, and what she saw was the red thunder tempered with endless hatred, a rebellious knight who stubbornly occupied a space in the storm field.

"——Sir Mordred."

"Don't take your eyes away, King Arthur!" The dazzling sword pointed at the master it was supposed to obey. In the hands of the knight with a similar appearance, it burst out with unparalleled colors. "You can hate me and punish me. But keep your eyes on me, think of my name as a taboo harsh figure, let hatred fill your expression, shout loudly, but don’t take your eyes off me!”

The skeletal horse slowly turned around and faced the petite but violent knight. It began to pave the ground restlessly, but its reins were held by its owner until the enemy girl shouted the last words:

"Acknowledge my existence, King Arthur! I am Mordred, the cursed child born of Morgan. I am a rebellious knight who wants to be your enemy and destroy everything about you!"

She was not at the sword fence at the moment. The king named 'Arthur' had nothing left behind her, and Mordred was not the first target she wanted to attack. But even so, the holy sword dyed black had appeared in her hand, and she was sitting there. Standing on a horse, holding a sword in one hand and a gun in the other, the Storm King is so majestic and ready to fight.

"——You said something that no one can ignore, Lord Mordred. Since it is a duel against the king, the outcome will be miserable. Are you ready to wake up?"

"...Hmph, stop talking nonsense!"

Inexplicable excitement ran through her bones. The gaze from her father was cold to the bone, but it made Mordred almost burn with excitement. She roared forward like a lion, and persevered in waving the king's sword covered with red thunder. :

"Come on, your enemy is only me, King Arthur, I will not allow you to ignore my existence again!"

Obviously his tone was so passionate and full of hate to others, but in Mordred's heart, there was a soft thought that no one knew about.

If the person fighting her was him, then even if he died, his father wouldn't be too sad.

No one knows how she calmed down from the crazy anger and murderous intent like a volcanic eruption after seeing Shuo Yue use the command spell to forcibly reverse the existence of her father.

What's more, this is not the father she wants. The woman in front of her is the embodiment of royal power, the aggregation of everything that country and that era has burdened her father with, and the embodiment of sin for having only the title of 'king'.

It was also the reason why her father was forced to stand in an aloof position, and everyone placed their dreams, hopes and wishes on her without any consideration.

And she, Mordred, hated this and wanted to correct her, so she chose the path of rebellion and collapse.

So that’s it. Now, after gaining and losing, the girl finally wakes up——

What she disliked was not her father's smile, nor her actions and reasons, it was all her misunderstanding.

…I seem to have mistaken my own dreams. Ultimately, I wanted to cure my father’s loneliness. I just want to pick up all the things she gave up to become the king.

The hazy thought was just a fleeting thought, but at the moment when the sword blades collided, Mordred couldn't help but shout out the words that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time:

"Bring back my favorite father--!"

With a thunderous explosion, the pitch-black sword of victory flew into the sky, like a bird spreading its wings and flying, before dissipating beyond the stars.