While Karna and Shirou were watching the many projections, there was an impact at the bottom of the garden, like an earthquake, and the entire garden shook.

"Ugh~ Oops——!"

The Red Caster, who was sitting on the steps of the throne improvising, shook his hand and almost threw the laptop on his lap. Fortunately, he had quick eyes and quick hands and caught it in time - the computer broke and failed, so it was a small matter and he managed to record it.

He would want to die if his war manuscripts were destroyed.

Every creator knows the importance of inspiration. At certain moments, after witnessing certain scenes, and having a flash of inspiration, if the passionate words described are lost, it is almost impossible to reproduce them. Even for a person like Shakespeare who stands tall in human literature

The greatest writers in history are no exception.

He carefully looked at the computer screen and saw that the document was intact, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"It's okay, it's okay... What was this just now?"

The last half of the sentence was about the red assassin Semiramis, who was sitting on the throne.

"It's the aftermath of Berserker's attack. Has it reached here? It seems he is about to reach a critical point."

No matter how high the level of the Noble Phantasm is, it is impossible to recover and grow endlessly. Every time Spartacus recovers, he will accumulate pain. After enduring so many attacks, even if he takes pleasure in suffering, he has reached his limit.

The Assyrian Empress issued an order to ascend to the Sky Garden. It would be no joke if that "weapon" targeted this garden. The target he should aim at was not the garden, but the Milenian Walled City.

"But - will the Holy Grail be broken?"

"Don't worry. The Great Holy Grail is located underground in the walled city. It is not something that can be destroyed by mere rubble. As long as Berserker doesn't take the initiative to attack it, there will be no problem. And that guy no longer has this level of rationality left -

—Well, now that things have developed to this point, I have one thing to confirm with you."

"Ah, I also want to ask something clearly. So please ask me first, Your Majesty the Empress."

"——What on earth are you planning?"

Semiramis kept her charming smile, but stared at Caster with cold emotion in her eyes, like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.

Then, faced with such a look, Shakespeare didn't break out in a cold sweat at all. He just responded with an inexplicable expression of confusion, as if to say - is it appropriate to say this here? The Red Lancer is still there.

This courage surprised Semiramis.

"No need to worry, only you and I can hear the current conversation."

At the same time as she commanded the garden to rise, she activated a special spell. It looked like four people were in the same room, but they were actually in two spaces.

"I see."

Shakespeare lowered his head again and moved his fingers rapidly on the keyboard. He had only had the computer for more than ten hours, but he was already able to use it skillfully in writing, which shows his talent in this area.

"It's nothing. As I said before, I just want to follow the Watch Master... Father Shirou and record his story."

"Is he the one who wrote the book?"

"That's right."

"Indeed, the Master's wish for the Holy Grail is lofty and dreamy, and at the same time as fragile as a glass handicraft. There are countless hardships and obstacles on the road, and even whether we can overcome these hardships is unknown. But - suppose we

The Master has overcome all the hardships and finally reached 'that'... The role you played will no longer exist in this world."

After listening to Semiramis's words, Shakespeare raised a finger and shook it from side to side.

"You have made two mistakes. First, the most important thing about a story is not the ending, but the process of getting to the ending. Even if the ending is destined, as long as the process is exciting enough, it is still an excellent story, and this is what we

A lifelong pursuit.”

"Second, what I want to watch and record is the Master himself, not his wish. Indeed, that wish is great, and everything that happened to achieve the wish is also very exciting as a story, and it has great significance for us.

Attractive. But compared with the various mysteries hidden in the Master, it is nothing worth mentioning."

"You should have noticed, Queen of Assyria. The identity of our master is not as simple as it seems on the surface. Although it is not simple on the surface, it is just a few waves on the sea. Under that

It’s a terrifying undercurrent that cannot be seen.”

"I have a feeling that although the Master says he wants to save humanity and is working hard for it, deep down in his heart he actually does not want this wish to come true. It is this contradiction that makes the Master intentionally or unintentionally miss a lot of weakening black people.

Opportunities to gain strength. What does the Master really want? - This is the question I want to ask you. You spend more time with the Master, can you give me some clues?"

"This..." Semiramis hesitated for a while, and finally just replied, "I don't know either."

Of course she knew what Shakespeare said. Shirou didn't want to realize that wish at all, but had to do it for some reason. She also knew that the name Shirou Kotomine was fake, and even the hidden identity of Shirou Amakusa was problematic.

But the more you know, the more doubts you have. That young man who always wears a gentle smile, is a bit childish, and occasionally gets silly is like a treasure chest, no one knows what he will see when he opens it.

She had made many guesses, but she quickly overturned them. Later, conjectures about visitors from another world and aliens emerged, which even she herself found ridiculous.

Shakespeare, who had his head buried, did not see Semiramis's expression, nor was he disappointed with Semiramis' answer. He just said with all his heart: "Look, there is one more mystery. It is our responsibility to explore these mysteries."

Pursuit, and this is the most fascinating part of the story. Maybe I can write a masterpiece that has never been done before or since. Is there anything more exciting than this? Ahhhhh, my brain is trembling.

"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "That's right, that makes sense." Semiramis rubbed her temples and calmed down, "Then you let Berserker go earlier.

How should we explain this?"

This is a thorn in Semiramis's heart. The playwright in front of him will do anything to make the script look good. If the master's plan goes too smoothly, he is likely to create some suffering himself and cause trouble.

"You said that, that's not worth making a fuss about. Even the master is rejecting it deep down, and I'm just complying with his wishes. You may not know that I also spent some time in the palace, and I still have a little bit of understanding of people's hearts.

of ability.”

"Oh? Then can you guess what I am thinking now?" Semiramis turned her palm over, and the nails in her palm shone with a cold light.

"Warn me not to do anything like this again, or you will kill me."

Shakespeare's expression did not change. This is a heroic spirit. He has no weapons and does not know magic, but he still has such courage.

"Don't worry, I won't do it again. If things get to this point, if I don't do it, someone will stop me."

"Who do you think it could be?"

"That goes without saying, of course she is at a loss because of ignorance."

"Ruler? Indeed, the privileges she possesses are very threatening, but aren't we taking corresponding countermeasures now?"

"No, no, although privilege can also be threatening, the real thing to be feared is herself."

"What, do you know her?"

"There are not many saints and heroic spirits in the world who hold the holy flag high. She is the enemy of my motherland who deserves to be respected. The sad and crazy country girl who went to ruin because she followed the voice of God - the saint.

Joan of Arc."

"Oh, is that guy an enemy of your country?"

Semiramis laughed after saying this. As she said, Joan of Arc, as the savior of France, raised the flag of rebellion and defeated the English army. Although they were eventually arrested for betrayal, their resentment was probably

She must be very deep. The works written by the British literary circles at that time regarded her as an enemy, and various verbal and written criticisms were made against her.

"No, no, there is no resentment now. Britain and France are not important at all. But if she wants to get in the way, we can only defeat her mercilessly."

"Is it you?"

"On me? How is that possible? I leave those things to you, Your Majesty the Empress."

Shakespeare laughed loudly, and Semiramis sighed, "Although I knew you would say that."

Then, she turned her gaze to the largest projection in the center of the room.

"What are you going to do?"
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