Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

A single sword strike descended.

The dazzling golden-red sword light radiated with scorching intensity and peerless sharpness capable of tearing through everything.

Like the sun—half bringing light and warmth to humanity, half carrying boundless dominance and the hope of creation.

Under this sword strike—

Crack~

The fissures in the Reality Marble expanded.

Crack, crack, crack~

Countless fractures completely filled the entire Reality Marble, turning it into a shattered ruin.

Buzz, buzz, buzz~

The madly spinning crimson energy of Ea utterly exploded, tearing everything apart.

Fragments of magecraft glittered like broken shards of a mirror as the entire Reality Marpiece by piece!

The previously earth-shattering collision instantly turned into an eerie silence.

Boom~

Angelica stared blankly at her opponent, never expecting she would lose.

From the very beginning, she had never underestimated him.

Even when a lion hunts a rabbit, it uses its full strength.

She had unreservedly unleashed the full power of the King of Heroes.

[Gate of Babylon] at maximum output.

Even the mightiest [Ea] had been fully summoned and wielded—yet she had been defeated head-on.

Utterly and completely defeated!

Without a shred of room for excuses!

This man of special standing had actually defeated her with absolute, overwhelming force!

After having her elbow severed by his sword, she suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

As if...

This wasn't the first time!

Why such a strange sense of familiarity?

Using the Install Card to fully summon the King of Heroes' power into herself had essentially turned her into the genuine King of Heroes.

That was how she could wield all his Noble Phantasms and abilities so effortlessly.

This bizarre perception left Angelica completely unsettled.

Could it be that, in some timeline, even the real King of Heroes had his elbow severed by this man?

As she pondered this—

The countless spectators who had been holding their breaths in stunned silence finally snapped back to reality—

-[Emiya the Great actually handcrafted a divine construct and tanked EA… and still WON???]

-[Shirou's gone berserk! Legendary! LEGENDARY!]

-[Emiya the Great: The bond between me and my sister can't even be severed by Ea!]

-[Miyu was amazing too! She provided Shirou with all her magical energy without hesitation, enabling that earth-shattering strike!]

-[I feel like after Miyu goes to the happy world, she might regret only wishing to be his sister… Will she end up fighting Illya over Shirou?]

...

"He… won???"

Roya stared blankly at the screen, the melon in her hand dropping onto her skirt unnoticed.

She had been casually snacking while watching, never expecting the video to suddenly shift from heartwarming slice-of-life to gut-wrenching tragedy.

First, the man who adopted Shirou died, then Miyu was taken by the Ainsworth family.

In this timeline, Shirou had lost everything, his suffering beyond imagination.

Yet he never gave up, willing to single-handedly fight through the Holy Grail War for his sister.

First, he defeated six Servants to collect enough Class Cards.

Then he even offered his own to the Holy Grail to create a bright future for Miyu.

In other words, he abandoned the immense power granted by the Class Cards, choosing to challenge fate with his own strength.

And unbelievably—he won!

"This is Nameless!"

Mordred's eyes sparkled brilliantly.

The more she learned about him, the more she realized his true strength.

And that indomitable heroic spirit—undaunted even in the face of certain death.

He was just so unbelievably cool!

So handsome that she couldn't possibly give him up to her father!

"This seems to be the third version of Nameless."

Roya grew increasingly amazed.

According to the bystanders' summary, there are now three versions of Nameless.

Naturally, starting from the summary in "Unlimited Blade Works," they are:

-[Will of iron, recognizing ideals, undaunted by failure, unafraid of destruction, making a contract with Alaya to forge humanity's future—Emiya the Young Hero.]

-[Will of iron, idealistic villain, sharp-tongued tsundere, nuclear sword immortal—Emiya the Red Hero.]

And now, there's another one—Emiya the Great Hero!

"I wonder if more will appear in the future, and what he's doing in the Qin Dynasty era..."

Roya's face was full of anticipation.

After all, he's a great hero who protects humanity—the more, the better.

"Hmph, more isn't necessarily better!"

Mordred suddenly gritted her teeth in frustration.

Because with each new video, she became painfully aware that her competition was growing.

Yes, it wasn't just one rival at a time!

This man was madly exuding that damnable charm, ensnaring countless admirers—truly the epitome of a man plagued by women's affections!

"Ah, well…"

Roya couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for her.

How pitiful—to watch helplessly as rivals multiplied, with no way to stop it.

What a tragedy.

Luckily, it had nothing to do with her. She was just a weak but voracious bystander, here for the drama.

This was a world war the Heroic Spirits were fighting over Nameless, after all.

As for her? She was content guarding her own little shut-in, Souma, with no need to get involved in the terrifying competition among Heroic Spirits.

She could just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show!

Pure bliss!

Back to the video.

The Reality Marble shattered completely under the terrifying clash of power.

Angelica glanced at her severed arm lying on the ground and, without hesitation, activated Displacement Magecraft.

Hum—

Under the glow of magical energy, the arm that had been sliced apart by her opponent's blade was instantly restored to perfect condition.

However.

When she reached out to reclaim Ea, she found another hand already grasping it.

It was Shirou!

His body was riddled with gruesome wounds, making him look like a battered ragdoll.

Yet his eyes burned with an intense brilliance as he stared at the sword in his hand.

Shirou sighed softly. "As expected of the divine construct said to cleave the world apart—truly impossible to analyze!"

No matter how he was hailed as the Master of Blades, this Noble Phantasm remained beyond his comprehension.

If he could analyze it, he would no longer be human—

But a god of creation!

"You truly don't understand," Angelica frowned at him.

Sacrificing everything, gambling his future, betraying the world—all for the sake of his sister's happiness.

A maddening siscon!

In that regard, he was eerily similar to her younger brother, Julian.

That fool claimed he would sacrifice the few to save the many, yet he never abandoned his dream of saving everyone.

Unwilling to be understood, yet willing to throw himself into the fire for others!

"Ten years ago, during the Fourth Holy Grail War, not only were you caught in the crossfire—Julian's sister, Beatrice, was also dragged into the disaster and perished."

Angelica spoke softly, her gaze steady. "It became his greatest regret. The Holy Grail War he created… was also meant to save the sister who once confessed her love to him!"

"A battle between two siscons, then?"

Emiya's blood-streaked face twitched as if trying to smile, but he couldn't muster the strength.

Holding Ea aloft, he pointed it at her. "Surrender. This time, I've won."

After using Displacement Magecraft to restore her severed arm, she had exhausted all her magical energy.

Without replenishing it, she stood no chance against him.

"You've won."

Angelica conceded gracefully, handing over the Class Card.

Even in the form of the King of Heroes, she had been decisively overpowered in a direct confrontation.

She had no regrets in defeat.

If humanity was truly doomed, then it was simply fate.

Shirou clutched the eighth Class Card and strode toward his sister, who was watching him. "Miyu, I won. At last… I can create a happy future for you!"

Hum—!

As he tossed the card, surging magical energy erupted, healing the little girl's injuries—wounds she had sustained from forcibly channeling mana earlier.

"Brother, will we ever meet again?" Tears streamed down Miyu's face.

This parting was clearly a final farewell!

Having arrived in another world, she could never see him again!

"My name shall be unknown, your soul lives on through death... I'm sorry, Miyu. This is brother's last act of selfishness."

Shirou's face was filled with regret.

He wanted to follow her, to continue protecting his little sister.

But it was impossible.

Earlier, using the vast magical energy Miyu provided to defeat Angelica wielding Ea head-on—how could there be no cost?

"Fusing swords upon the hill of blades!"

"Here, I offer everything of myself!"

This meant he had forcibly merged countless swords by sacrificing his entire being to deliver that heaven-defying strike.

Now, his body was completely crumbling.

Hum~

The Holy Grail's immense magical energy surged wildly, completely enveloping Miyu.

The wish was beginning to be granted.

One could say this was the first true wish ever granted by the Holy Grail!

Shirou waved to his sister: "May you meet the most important person in your future..."

Amidst the Holy Grail's radiant light, Miyu's figure suddenly vanished.

Having sacrificed everything, having overdrawn his future, he had finally created a happy future for her!

"Pity... your future doesn't include me." Shirou sighed softly.

His body collapsed heavily to the ground, completely spent.

Angelica, standing in the distance, rushed over hoping to provide some treatment, only to find his entire body glowing.

He began dissolving into countless points of light.

Within the radiance, the boy smiled: "Goodbye, Angelica. I've already formed a contract with Alaya to save this hopeless world."

"You... you actually did it!"

Angelica stared at him in shock.

A mere ordinary boy had accomplished what the Ainsworth's thousand-year plan couldn't achieve!

Only now did she finally understand why her brother Julian had been willing to sacrifice himself for him.

This person clearly represented humanity's future!

Hum~

The scene shifted.

Miyu, who had always been treated as a Holy Grail vessel, now appeared in a peaceful Fuyuki City, beginning her happy new life.

Before her stood a familiar white-haired, red-eyed little girl who became her friend...

Lines of text appeared on screen:

[Video End!]

[Your name shall be unknown, your deeds shall echo through eternity!]

The image froze!

The entire screen gradually darkened.

Countless viewers sighed with emotion—

-[Ah, this reminds me of the end of the Unlimited Blade Works video where Shirou sacrificed everything to save the destroyed Fuyuki City!]

-[Across countless timelines, he keeps fighting, keeps protecting humanity!]

-[Emiya the Hero did it! He didn't just create a happy future for Miyu—he saved the world!]

-[Across time and space, giving everything, I'll come to you... I wonder when Miyu will see him again!]

...

"This person... he helps others so recklessly but never cares for himself!"

Illya wiped her tears.

At the video's end, she finally saw herself—appearing for a whole five seconds!

And those five seconds were only because she met Miyu and became her friend!

Illya looked at the screen with complicated emotions.

In this video, she had been completely relegated to a supporting role.

The other party is the true protagonist!

Under her gaze.

Miyu's vision was also blurred by tears as she whispered softly, "Brother, I've arrived in a happy and peaceful world. Where are you now?"

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