The brilliance of the blazing sun and karmic flames vanished in an instant, along with the magical energy and Command Seal effects attached to the katana.
The strike named Dawn had compressed all of Shirou's power to its utmost limit and unleashed it in a single, explosive moment, killing the vampire who had absorbed all of Danic's power in one fell swoop.
"It's truly pitiful. If you hadn't turned into a vampire, I might not have been able to kill you so easily. What a shame, what a shame—"
Shirou sighed as he sheathed his sword.
"Priest, you—you—"
Achilles' expression twitched, his face blank as if a thousand alpacas were stampeding through his mind. Atalanta and Karna, standing beside him, looked equally bewildered.
"Didn't I tell you? I'm very strong, but you just didn't believe me."
"But, but how can a human—?"
"No, he's not human."
The King of Knights, holding the Holy Lance, stepped forward from the crowd with a look of utmost caution.
The Saint, holding her Holy Flag, followed closely behind, her eyes filled with unprecedented seriousness.
"He is—a Servant."
The moment they saw Shirou, the two Servants, tasked with a heavy responsibility, finally understood everything.
"How can this be?"
"This is impossible!"
"Too, too absurd."
Exclamations of disbelief echoed continuously, rising and falling, only to be abruptly cut off as if throttled.
It truly was, it truly could be, not absurd at all—because the aura of the boy priest named Shirou had indeed changed, from human to Servant.
If that was all, it could have been brushed off. The idea of a Servant being their own Master, though unusual, wasn't impossible; after all, this war already had the examples of Artoria and Shinji.
However, the issue lay in his class.
Not Saber, not Archer, not Rider, not Berserker, not Caster, and not Assassin.
"Meeting all of you in this state for the first time, I see."
"A Servant of... the sixteenth class...!?"
Even Chiron, known for his composure, spoke with a tremor in his voice.
"I'm not the sixteenth, Chiron. The sixteenth should be the Ruler standing beside you. Strictly speaking, I should be the first."
"The first—so that's it. The presence I sensed, the one the gods warned me about, it was you all along."
There's no need to think deeply about it; the summoning of Jeanne d'Arc was abnormal from the very beginning. It was a possession summoning using a human body. Initially, it was thought to be a side effect of the unprecedented fourteen Servant summoning, but on closer inspection, it was quite the opposite. In a situation where fourteen Servants would inevitably lead to chaos, the Greater Grail should have ensured that the Ruler was summoned correctly, no matter what.
The reason it ultimately failed was because the Greater Grail's perception became confused.
"You... were summoned as the Ruler in the Third Holy Grail War in Fuyuki."
Upon hearing Jeanne's words, all the Servants, except for those who already knew the truth—Shakespeare, Semiramis, and Shinji—gasped.
"Yes."
Jeanne silently gazed into the boy's amethyst-like eyes and called out his name.
"What is your goal, Amakusa Shirou Tokisada?"
"Isn't it obvious? To bring destruction to this decayed, irredeemable world."
"What?"
"Destroy the world?"
"..."
Everyone who heard this doubted their ears.
"Red Lancer!"
Artoria turned to look at Karna, who froze for a moment before nodding.
Lies meant nothing to Karna; his confirmation meant that Amakusa Shirou Tokisada's words were true.
"I see, so that's why I was summoned?"
Artoria's expression turned icy, filled with a chilling intent to kill. She raised her Holy Lance, ready to strike.
"Wait! Something's not right!"
Shinji hurriedly intervened.
"Destroy the world? Isn't your goal supposed to be the salvation of all humanity?"
"Why should my goal be the salvation of all humanity?"
The First Servant turned around, looking at Shinji with a faint smile.
"This..."
Shinji was momentarily speechless, unable to say that it was because that's how it was written in the novels.
"—Have you had any direct contact with me? Or is it that, in your understanding, this is what I should be doing?"
Hearing Shirou's pointed words, Shinji's pupils suddenly contracted.
"You, you—"
"What about me? My goal doesn't align with your understanding. Aren't you, Black Assassin, quite different from my understanding as well?"
"You're not Amakusa Shirou. Who exactly are you?"
At this moment, Shinji finally confirmed it. This man was not the young saint who both hated and loved humanity. Only this could explain his terrifyingly perfected swordsmanship and the current bizarre situation along with the previous inconsistencies.
"No, no. I am indeed Amakusa Shirou Tokisada, at least in this world. In that sense, we are quite similar. The difference is that I inherently belong here, whereas you are purely an intruder."
These words left everyone else puzzled, but the two involved understood the true meaning.
Shirou spoke with a casual, amusing tone, while Shinji's mind went blank.
All the secrets he had hidden deep within, unwilling to expose for others to know, were now exposed by this person bearing the name "Amakusa Shirou Tokisada." Even more exaggerated, this person was also a transmigrator, merely wearing the guise of Amakusa Shirou, just as Shinji bore the identity of Matou Shinji.
Honestly, the enemy Shinji least wanted to face was another transmigrator. If it were a native, no matter how strong the enemy, there would be clues to follow, and he wouldn't be completely at a loss. But a transmigrator meant being utterly in the dark; no matter what happened, it wouldn't be surprising. No one knew how many trump cards they had or what actions they would take.
The best example was himself—after only six years since transmigrating, he had already mastered over ten Noble Phantasms as a human and received guidance from two renowned masters. With this in mind, it wasn't surprising that a transmigrator who had replaced Amakusa Shirou Tokisada had gained various advantages and ultimately reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship.
If Shinji had known earlier that Shirou was a transmigrator, he would have altered his plans, been more cautious, and better protected the plot to avoid exposure. No, he wouldn't have involved himself in this mess at all. But there were no ifs; by the time he knew, it was too late. Unless Shirou was an idiot, his bold revelation in front of everyone meant he was fully prepared.
Why, why did it turn out like this?
It was supposed to be just a material collection journey, just a self-training trip. So why did such a change occur?
Old Man Jewel, what are you up to? Is everything happening now part of your calculations? Are Justeaze and I just pawns—or even sacrificial pieces?