Elsa: “Archer……..please…….”
It wasn’t a number of delusions.
Clearly, Elsa’s words had reached to Archer’s core.
It was a voice from a certain, distant place in the metropolitan area.
It was a communication method by a voice that was not a voice that was able to be carried out by his comrade a person who was connected to him by a contract.
At this moment the prana that merely remained increased by the moment.
She was going to use the 3 Master Degrees simultaneously.
The Master Degrees which indicate the rights of absolute order to a Servant, and was the proof of the contract brought to his Master by the Greater Grail, and the crystallisation of prana which far exceeds the storage volume possessed by Magi, could occasionally, become extremely powerful weapons.
For example, this moment right now.
It was an absolute order that prompted the release of his Noble Phantasm’s true name.
If they can use Noble Phantasms that comply as it is now, then they could demonstrate powers that far exceeds the traditional ones.
Archer: “O’ My Good Willed Sacred Master.”
He was in a state where he had drawn his bow far beyond his limits, and spun words while feeling prana was flowing throughout his whole body.
Naturally, he opened his lips.
The one who said this had become the second time this had happened.
The first time, was on the soil of Pars/Persia where the society of people ended with the noble yet ephemeral Age of the Gods.
This, was the phrase of a prayer, which adorned his final moments of his life as a bow user who was a subordinate of the Great King Manuchehr who was the direct descendant of the hero who defeated an evil dragon.
Archer: “O’ Lord of Brightness who bestows all of his power, sanctity, and wisdom to me.”
If he could feel, as such.
Was it a life that accumulated for the sake of his final moments?
This body which had received an exceptional life and carried tremendous power that should be said were the traces of the Age of the Gods, and wasn’t completely suited to the world of people, had established that he was the most powerful hero.
He fought many as a hero.
He killed many too.
He continued to release the bow in order to end a battle that extend for 60 years with the Turks, under the command of his great king.
Archer: “See clearly my heart, my thoughts, and my skill.”
And, that time had come.
The moment that was yearned for by the people of both countries, when the days of fighting soaked with blood would end.
The Turkish general Afrasiyab who had surrounded King Manuchehr military troops, was told that the end of the war had been achieved by deciding the boundary lines for each kingdom, that his great king had consented to it, and that he was to be made to endeavour himself to a great task called making the boundaries.
Of course, there was also no way that he would forget it.
He had loaded his wish into the one arrow that he had released after that prayer.
The people who were exhausted from the very long battles, the warriors, those wives and children, those parents, those comrades, they entrusted their wishes for peace for all to him and it didn’t matter how the country belonged to them.
He, would certainly accomplished it.
Elsa: “
Arash!”
Archer: “Right!”
Ah, Elsa was probably crying.
Her voice that wasn’t a voice that wasn’t like she was using her throat and tongue, was terribly shaking.
The one who called him with his true name, it possibly, might’ve been the first time she did that.
Archer: (Don’t cry. It’s okay, you weren’t wrong)
As he muttered a piece of his thoughts that didn’t use talking, he further drew, his bow.
Saber had already finished his preparations for the release of its true name.
The prana that swelled together with the light particles that filled their surroundings had one grand word, the golden sword shining in that centre――――at least it was hiding the anti-fortress classed Noble Phantasm’s power.
But, it wasn’t enough.
It was beyond inadequate.
The mid-air cannon that was released by Ozymandias from the main temple, and the
scorching heat of the sun that he was going to fire which was likened to the accumulated release of the Noble Phantasm here, they were also too intense.
If he released it with all his might, it would probably have a sufficient quantity of heat that it could turn all the people in Tokyo into ash.
Was it or was it not something which guided them into an abnormal situation called a “Reality Marble,” which carried out intervention in the physical world, that force was too weird!
That’s why he was here.
He, who had a pair of eyes that could sense the Pharaoh’s unusual powers.
He, who had a Noble Phantasm that held the possibility of being able to defy it.
Or, it might’ve been a different story if he truly displayed his golden sword’s true worth, no, it wouldn’t be completely impossible if it was in a perfect state, but if he didn’t use it in this situation, it wouldn’t be the same.
I couldn’t possibly rely on it.
If, so…..
As expected it was the same as that time in the past.
He’d do what needed to be done.
Archer: “Now, o’ being who created the moon and stars…… Behold my deeds, my death, my spenta armaiti
[1] which I must carry out.”
The huge bow offered itself, together with his prayers to god.
He drew his bow to the limit.
He fired his reed arrow.
It was an arrow of salvation, to bring an end to the painful battle.
Archer: “―――――Stella!!
[2]”
It was, his special move that deeply remained in the people of West Asia’s memories after a still period of a distant few thousand years.
The shape of their wishes were what made his body which had traces from the Age of the Gods, that couldn’t be entirely made by anyone who lived as a proper human.
Miraculously, it was roughly the same as that time, and it was a lone light that smashed the earth, resembling the miracle that Moses performed as he led the Naruna people who appeared in Egypt.
It wasn’t a miracle by the saint who divided the great sea, there, at the end of the wish of the bow user which could smash the earth.
His maximum ranged attack, which reached 2500 kilometres.
The arrow that was released to the east from Mt. Damavand once, reaching to the Oxus River which was far over there, and after that it was said that the earth partly smashed by the arrow functioned as a national border for 2000 or so years.
He smashed the earth, and ended the war between the 2 countries――――
It was his supernatural skill that determined the new national borders for the sake of a long continuous peace.
Now it, lowered the curtain on the battle of folklore, myths and legends with the second coming of the shining temple, here.
As it changed into a falling star, it merged, and overlapped with the holy blade’s radiance.
[1] Spenta Armaiti: Holy Devotion
[2] 流星一条(ステラ) - Stella: Lone Meteor.
Originally Posted by Sandstorm77
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