Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice II

Chapter 220

Shirou gazed at the girl submerged in the alchemical container with a calm expression, but his heart churned like waves in a tempest.

There was no mistaking it; the girl in the container was undoubtedly Arcueid. However, wasn't Arcueid supposed to have been created in the 12th century? How could she possibly be here in the 5th century, covered in wounds and suspended in the alchemical container like a mere specimen?

---"Next time we meet, you have to teach me how to play Go!"

Wait a moment...

This had to be the same foolish girl who had fallen into the Root with him!

As a True Ancestor blessed by Gaia, she had journeyed to the Root in the 20th century with him. In doing so, she violated the taboo that led to her abandonment by Gaia. Eventually, she shed all constraints to assist him in escaping, while bravely confronting the hordes of Heroic Spirits and Gaia's monsters alone.

He had assumed that she might have perished. After all, Gaia and Alaya were ruthless towards those who dared to trespass into the Root. However, he had never imagined that she would have also been transported to this era, much less have fallen into the clutches of Altrouge...

Was this a stroke of good fortune, or misfortune?

In the Nasuverse, Arcueid and Altrouge are both vessels of the Crimson Moon, akin to sisters, but their bond is rife with complexities.

However, not all was misfortune. At the very least, she had not fallen into the clutches of the Crimson Moon.

As the True Ancestor of the highest purity, if she had been seized by him in this era, she would have inevitably lost her body.

However, that was not the only alarming aspect.

Once the Crimson Moon were to acquire Arcueid's physical form, she would be able to elude the correction of Gaia and Alaya, unleashing untold chaos upon the history of this world.

"I'm right in front of you. Have you forgotten to use your eyes?" Altrouge's voice dripped with irritation; she hated being disregarded.

Shirou responded, "I just wasn't expecting to encounter another True Ancestor here."

"Hmph... she's just an empty shell," she sniped.

She paused for a moment, then scoffed, "For someone who claims to know everything, you seem rather clueless about my power. That white dragon might be formidable to you, but to me? It's just a bug that can barely jump."

"If it were Crimson Moon speaking, I might take those words at face value. But coming from you? Hardly."

"Do you dare say that again?" Her eyes glittered menacingly.

"Ask me as many times as you'd like. My response will not change. You're trapped, yet oblivious to your own shackles, stubborn even... Do you genuinely believe you can walk away unscathed after being chosen by the Crimson Moon as his vessel?"

Altrouge narrowed her eyes, a hint of suspicion in her gaze.

As the white mouse scratched its beard, Merem muttered under his breath, "How does he know about that?"

The mouse looked at Merem in disbelief before letting out a resigned sigh. Its owner was still too naive, always muttering his thoughts out loud.

Shirou flashed a sly smile. "Are you familiar with the true nature of the white dragon, Lady Altrouge?"

Her expression remained impassive as she stated, "It was once a human, evolving gradually into a force of nature and eventually becoming the last god."

"Correct. But do you know the truth about the Tower of Light?"