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"cough…"
"Well…"
In the silence between the kings, the fierce battle ended in a form that no one could have imagined.
Achilles and Atallan both fell to the ground.
There is an awkward wound on the body.
Underneath, there is a pool of blood that slowly expands.
The two famous heroes in Greek mythology lay quietly, coughing up blood and playing with their fingers.
In the end, whether it was Achilles or Atalanta, they gave up.
Not wanting to struggle, but not doing it.
Although the spirit core has not been destroyed, both riders feel that the death period is approaching toward themselves.
"Ah..."
The two heroes who gave up the struggle understood.
"Is this the power of the dead eye...?"
exactly.
Even if the nucleus was not destroyed, Achilles and Atalans were also fatally wounded.
The critical line of death was cut off, and the injuries of the two could no longer be recovered.
Since the critical injury cannot be recovered, the death will come sooner or later.
Even if Achilles and Atallan struggled, it was just an ugly move to delay the death.
Therefore, the two gave up.
Even if the heart is not willing again.
Even if the belief is firmer.
This alone is irreversible.
So, both of them squeezed out the last bit of strength, and turned hard to see the direction of the throne.
There, the murder weapon in the hands of the killer was still dripping their blood, only a pair of ice blue magic eyes turned over and cast their gaze on the two.
Inside, there is no mercy, no sympathy, and some are just the calm that is accepted as a matter of course.
"Haha..." Achilles couldn't help but laugh, and some self-deprecatingly said: "It is obviously the feat of killing the spirit by the human body. The guy is not proud of it at all."
"...maybe." Atalan looked at the ceiling and said faintly: "For that man, we are the opponents of this level."
"Is it despised?" Achilles said, but immediately overturned his own words and said: "No, no, it should be said that in his record, the level of defeat like ours should already be There are quite a few people right?"
"This is exactly the case." Atalan’s face showed a faint smile, saying: "It’s really curious, what kind of Shura field the man has experienced has the strength."
"What?" Achilles said with a free-spirited smile: "Is the big sister looking at him?"
"Unfortunately." Atallan said slowly: "I have no interest in men."
"Well, that's what it is." Achilles said with a smile: "After all, the older sister is the believer of Artemis, and has already vowed to remain pure."
"...that kind of thing has long since become irrelevant." Atalam is like a smashing of his own feelings, indifferently said: "Just, my wish seems to be over."
Having said that, Atalam has always been very sharp and calm, and he has brought a little regret and unwillingness.
Achilles is aware.
Unlike the mere desire to pursue a strong opponent, Atalanta will participate in the Holy Grail, which is the relationship that has the desire to achieve.
That is the desire to be surprised by someone who knows her, and will take it for granted.
Basically, Atalanta's values ​​are the same as the beasts.
It is normal to get food for survival by robbing.
Both life and death are destined, and only the strong and the weak are determined.
Only for those children who are not cared for, Atalanta will produce a sympathy that a person should have.
The female hunter who was abandoned by her parents from an early age only hopes to return this kindness to the children.
Therefore, Atalanta’s desire is to create a world in which all children can grow up surrounded by love through the Holy Grail.
This is a distant wish that, although not as good as Amakusa Shiro, is quite distant.
Of course, the Holy Grail can't be realized.
But Atalam still holds a glimmer of hope and stubbornly goes on.
The reason why I will help Amakusa Shiro, is it because of this desire?
If the desire of Amakusa Shiro is fulfilled and human beings receive relief, then the children can grow up happily and happily.
But now, in such a world, Atalanta has not seen it.
"I also had a hunch that the person who killed me might be the man." Atallan said very indifferently: "Now, this hunch has also been realized. It is really only a sense of sensitivity in a bad sense. It."

Is it?
Achilles whispered.
Does that big sister feel unwilling?

"Of course, if there is still the strength of the bow and arrow, I will return to the man with a shot." Atalam’s voice was weakened and said: "What about you? Can you have regrets?"
"...Is there?" Achilles smiled and said, "Although I got the eager opponent and satisfied my inner desire for battle, if I can, I hope the teacher can praise me." of."
The unexpected childish speech made Atallan also laughed.
Then, the light particles begin to appear on the body contours of the two riding heroes.
"...It seems to be gone."
"No way, I hope that the priest can really realize that wish."
Leaving such words, Achilles and Atalanta are with a faint regret and even the liberation that they have not noticed, turned into a burst of light particles, disappeared.
Red rider and red arher will leave here.
Perhaps, as Atalanta said, this is also a doomed ending.
After all, on the first day of the Holy Grail, the first enemy in the party was the two famous Greek heroes.
Fang Fang is only to see the departure of these two heroes.
"The original hatred is here and it is clear."
Only the words that I can hear will stay here, and the ice blue in the eyes of the square will begin to fade.
"You... are you okay?"
Until then, Jude reacted and looked at the appearance of Fang Li, and quickly rushed over.
Only Modred, the eyes under the helmet stared at the square on the throne, and secretly pouted.
(The Lord, it seems that this time in the Holy Grail, there are monsters that you never thought of...)
This sentence seems to have spread to the lion robbery.
The sigh of the Necromancer who understood what happened here was also introduced into the heart of Modred.
(It’s not possible to win the Holy Grail from such a monster...)
Apparently, the eruption in the square made the hesitation of the master servant who was not afraid of fear.
The Holy Grail is still going on.