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Mozart sighed intermittently, catching his breath from Assassin's attacks, and then jerked away once again, almost losing his arm from one sweeping blow.

'I really will lose this way' - the musician scowled unhappily. Of course, he did not think he would receive a great power by becoming a Servant, but still - he was weak. His opponent was strong - very, very strong - and while Mozart was useful in many situations, the magic of Orpheus gave him incredible flexibility in terms of tactics. But still in direct combat, he was weak.

"It seems that I have no other choice" - Mozart glanced to the side where the rest of the battle was. Somewhere in the distance, sparks from the battle of two dragon-killers and Sanson were visible, the shadow of Chevalier was visible, evading attacks. Archer's arrow pierced the building next to him, burying a wyvern that decided to fly from below and attack the entrenched Cu Chulainn under the rubble - after which the vague shadow of Serenity slipped nearby, pursuing Caster. After that, Mozart's gaze settled on Bathory, who was fighting nearby - and Bathory, who was also defending herself. The magician sighed - 'Apparently, I have to use this opportunity... I still do not like complex plans though.'

After that, the musician jerked to the side.

"Not bad," Phantom of the Opera praised sparingly toward Mozart at the moment when his steel- clawed paw passed literally a millimeter from the neck of the mage who managed to use his spell.

Mozart did not answer this verbally, instead preferring a simpler and more effective method. Several magic shells appeared at the moment when his music touched the strings of reality - after which they immediately rushed forward. Fortunately or not, but the Phantom was able to escape the path of attack, and then rushed forward.

"Tell me, musician," the Phantom's claws cut open the shield, cast in a hurry, and then pierced Amadeus's flesh, that made a grimace of pain, "How does it feel to lose your beloved?"

"It hurts," the caster answered calmly, "But it is not as painful as being rejected."

The Phantom could not endure this remark. A moment later, he rushed forward, exposing his claws, the most impressive weapon that he had - it seemed that even his face had changed at the moment when it came to his damned love for Christine - however, Mozart hoped for such a development of events.

"It's too easy to piss you off," Amadeus replied calmly, after which the spell, prepared before that, made the Phantom freeze in a half-step. At the same time, realizing that he had just let his anger take over him, his visage instantly changed - after which his grin turned into a calm, cold face, as if there was never anger in his soul.

"Now - let me do what you didn't succeed in doing," Amadeus smiled, after which the Phantom felt something touching his mind. Quiet and beautiful singing suddenly made the Phantom stop - after which, when the strong but brief curse subsided, remain in place.

"Good," bringing the verse to the end, Mozart sighed, and then took a step forward, "But not enough."

The ghost, on the other hand, felt how a slow, quiet singing penetrated his mind, seemingly through every cell of his body - as if he had not heard the music, but felt it with his soul. Slowly, Caster approached him - and Assassin felt the tone gradually build up, penetrating his mind more and more.

Assassin knew what the meaning of Mozart's song was. He himself used it more than once.

"I didn't know that you also resorted to manipulating the mind," the Assassin grinned, feeling how the will to resist were leaving him.

"Oh, believe me," it seemed as if Mozart was speaking, but in fact his words were intertwined in his singing so organically that Assassin literally heard them inside his mind, "I'm not new to dirty tricks."

Stronger and stronger, deeper and deeper, Mozart's voice became more and more insinuating, commensurate with his every step, bringing the mage closer to Assassin, penetrating through the layers of the Phantom's mind. Superficial thoughts, current personality, subconscious mind, memories...

The Assassin smiled when Caster took the last step towards him, allowing the music of the mage to get to the most secret essence of the Servant.

And freeze in horror.

To Mozart's honor, it was worth saying that he managed to evade when Assassin's claws split through the air - so he survived. However, he still did not expect such a trap - and therefore, after a second, Mozart's severed arm fell to the ground.

Amadeus did not dare to continue to attack - instead of taking several jumps back with the help of his magic, he only glanced at the Phantom in an incomprehensible way.

"Welcome to my mind," the Assassin smiled, feeling how the curse of the musician, having reached those depths of the mind that he should not touch, passed, "Do you like it?"

"What..." - Mozart's gaze stared at Assassin in fear — however, it was impossible to understand what was more in it — fear due to a severed hand — or fear due to what Mozart saw in the Phantom's mind, "What is it?"

"My mind," the Phantom smiled, after which his smile turned into a grin, "Not the one my Christine gave me. Really mine."

Mozart was fairly honest and peaceful during his lifetime - he did not use his magic for evil and did not use his influence to punish his opponents. However, he really did not shun dirty tricks. Assassin was not the first whose mind was touched by a mage. In his life, neither his wife nor his children — nor casual passers-by — escaped this. This was not a highly moral matter, which Mozart was proud of - however, he would have accumulated ten or twenty times when, out of sheer curiosity, he used his magic not only to give people emotions or joy, but on occasion to see inside of pure, beautiful people, bright in soul - and petty, greedy, buried by their lowest desires.

Once, by accident, his magic touched the mind of a killer. A cruel and unprincipled man, his mind was unpleasant to be inside - three murders, two rapes, six robberies. A little while later the criminal was executed - however, Mozart remembered the sensations from his mind. It was a cruel, cold, unpleasant place, like a desert crypt full of small insects swarming in the corners - so that they could not be seen, and so that they were known.

This was negligible compared to what he touched in the mind of the Phantom of the Opera.

"What are you?" - Mozart looked at Assassin, for the first time since the battle, not as a person, but as something alien. As a monster.

"Oh, Phantom of the Opera," Assassin smiled, after which he bowed, deliberately not turning his claws into an ordinary human palm, "Nice to meet you, musician."

The mind of the Phantom of the Opera was like a seething abyss made up of blood and sewage. It was like a vile monster, full of ever-hungry mouths and wriggling slimy tentacles, reaching for a defenseless victim, wanting to devour another offering.

"Oh, my mind is a very special place, don't worry," the Phantom smiled. "Even mine... Colleagues prefer not to touch it - so I understand you. I certainly understand - do not be afraid, people who are much greater than you, were horrified at the sight - I'm used to it."

"And now I understand everything," Mozart sighed and closed his eyes. "Your terrible singing, and why Christine did not choose you."

The next second, when the name of the Phantom's lover was uttered by the mage, a bloody veil covered Assassin's eyes - however, instead of rushing forward without seeing any obstacles in front of him, the Phantom only grinned.

"Speak as much as you want, musician," the Phantom smiled, after which he glanced at the wound inflicted on Mozart. Blood flowed from the stump of his right hand - like a stream, not stopping,- "But you have little to say. How much can you hold out against me now? A minute, two?"

"Three," said Mozart, instantly realizing that this time his plan did not work, after which he looked apprehensively at his opponent, "But in any case, I did not plan to drag the battle with you longer than necessary."

"Excellent," the Phantom grinned, after which he looked madly at Mozart, "Then I will have time to tear off your skin and hang your corpse before this battle is over."

Chevalier dealt another blow - however, this time too, the blade grated powerlessly on the shield metal.

"Damn me, lady, you are good!" - he admired, instantly passing from the offensive to the defense at the moment when a dagger of Medusa struck into the ground next to him. Mashu took advantage of the attack, after which she tried to push Chevalier away - but she was easily sidestepped. After which, without any hitch, he evaded from the next blade of Medusa, turning his back to Mashu for a second. She could not help but take the opportunity - and yet another blow caused Chevalier to lose concentration. This was enough for Medusa - and the girl who immediately appeared next to him stamped her graceful leg into Saber's stomach. After this he could only gasp, after which, using the moment of impact, he jumped back.

"That hurts, you know," he smiled, after which he inspected his blade.

Mashu was not without wounds - her hands were cut narrowly with Chevalier's sword and several small bleeding wounds remained on her body. Medusa, although she tried to shield herself with the girl's shield, continued to periodically limp on one leg, which Chevalier managed to reach with his attack.

And yet, it could not be compared with Saber's wounds. Chevalier d'Eon was covered in wounds, many of which still continued to bleed - a particularly successful attack by Medusa cost him a deep cut on his face, having drawn a furrow along it without passing his left eye. Because of this, it seemed as if Chevalier was close to losing - but instead of being exhausted enough to fall in place - Saber only smiled.

Chevalier was strong. Very strong. Perhaps monstrously strong. He could compete with any of Ainz's servants - and he could defeat most of it.

But in the battle against Medusa and Mashu at the same time, albeit by not very much, but Chevalier was inferior. If he fought with Medusa - most likely, he would still win. If he fought with Mashu - his victory would only take a minute. But at the same time Chevalier could not fight with the two of them. More precisely, of course he could - but without hope of victory.

And yet this did not mean that the victory over Chevalier was easy .

Chevalier rushed forward - this time his blade was aimed not at Mashu, but at Medusa, who was ahead. She, however, only jumped back, finally throwing her blade toward Chevalier, at the moment when Mashu appeared next to him. This was what Chevalier sought.

Chevalier easily intercepted Rider's blade, after which he himself abruptly threw it, aiming at Shielder. She had no choice but to deflect the thrown blade by the shield, allowing Chevalier to appear next to the girl. Medusa managed to throw her second blade, causing Chevalier to retreat - however, Mashu cried out when Chevalier's sword entered her stomach.

"Not bad, not bad!" - Chevalier smiled, after which he stepped back, fleeing from the blow of the Mashu's shield, - "But what? Is that all you can do? Oh, you will defeat me - but how much time it will take! I already see the flags of the army rising above the horizon - no matter what your plan is, you do not have time!"

Medusa only frowned at the remark. Mashu was not so stupid as to look away from Chevalier, and for Medusa this action was useless, but the army really had to arrive in only a few minutes, so this time Medusa could believe that Chevalier was telling the truth.

But still…

"We have already succeeded," smiled Mashu, after which she put forward her shield.

They really managed to do what was planned - the Servants of Ainz and the Servants of the Witch were scattered - someone was already fighting inside the city, while someone was fighting not far from them - but still hundreds of meters away.

"Oh, really?" - Chevalier was surprised, - "But where is your Master? Oh, this terrifying mage - I'm sure if he fought now, our battle would end long ago."

"Maybe," Medusa replied shortly, "But he has his own plans for this battle."

"Really?" - Chevalier was genuinely surprised by this words, - "I thought, only I alone have a plan for this battle... Hmm, what a pity!"

"But still you are right," Medusa caught the soldiers approaching slowly by the growing roar of hoofs, "The army is approaching."

"Oh, lady, of course - I have an excellent reputation when it comes to truth and lies!" - Chevalier smiled.

"In that case, we need to finish," Medusa said calmly. Chevalier grinned.

"If you think so, lady," Chevalier smiled and rushed forward. This time, however, his movement was stopped by Mashu who was nearby.

"Bellerophon!" - the voice of Medusa sounded loudly, and the world lit up with light.

It was as if a beautiful stallion woven from light appeared in an instant in front of Medusa. A beautiful horse, whose radiance was like the sun, bowed its head in front of Rider, allowing her to jump on his neck, and then opened its huge, snow-white wings.

"Pegasus," Chevalier smiled, forgetting for a second that he was fighting, "How beautiful."

After that, Mashu, who had not forgotten that she was fighting, sent Chevalier into flight with a blow.

Chevalier easily, however, was able to catch his balance in the air, and then turn around in order to land on his feet - but he did not succeed. It was as if white lightning flashed across the sky - after which Chevalier's body was swept away, flying tens of meters. The impact of such a force did not allow d'Eon to maintain balance and a moment later Saber crashed to the ground like a doll whose strings have been cut.

"Oh-ooh-ooh," - Saber slowly began to rise from the ground - "Lady, your strength is worthy of every compliment that I can come up with!"

Medusa that controlled Bellerophon from its back only turned around for a new attack.

Chevalier tried to rush to the side - however, this time again, Mashu got in his way.

"And you, lady, too," Chevalier smiled at the moment when his gaze came across an obstacle, after which Bellerophon struck again.

Instantly, Chevalier flew back, like a leaf falling into a hurricane, after which he again hit the ground dozens of meters from the battlefield.

Carmilla walked away from Elizabeth's blow easily, not allowing it to hurt Carnilla's body, after which the staff in her hands turned into a mace that hit Lancer. The girl, having just squeaked, set off on a short flight.

"As I thought," Carmilla only grinned at the moment when Lancer's body hit the ground, "Weak and stupid."

"Shut up!" - with some kind of childish indignation at the name-calling, Bathory jumped from the ground, and then put down her spear, - "Old freak!"

"Old... Freak?" - Carmilla looked at Lancer, after which her face was contorted with anger, - "Oh, and you know how to drive me crazy!"

After that, the Assassin rushed forward, simultaneously with Lancer. This time, Lancer, however, was ready - in order to not allow her spear to be pulled to the side, she held it a little closer, and then sent it to the very heart of Carmilla. She, however, only stepped aside, after which Assassin jumped over Bathory. Lancer instantly redirected her spear, raising her hands - however, Carmilla in this case, of course, was already gone. Bathory, raising her spear, left her body unprotected - therefore, after a second, the tip of Carmilla'sstaff pierced her stomach.

"Brainless weakling!" Carmilla with force - and even some pleasure - turned her staff, making Bathory sob from pain, and then retreated the moment when the girl's spear fell down, "Worthless!"

"Go to hell, witch!" - Cried out the bloody Lancer, grinning, - "At your age isn't it dangerous to do such tricks? Be careful or you might break something!"

"You little bitch!" - Assassin rushed this time, but this time Lancer was prepared. Carmilla jerked away from the spear, but it still plunged into the woman's chest, instantly ripping open a furrow.

"Ha-ha, look! The blood did not help you become either more beautiful or stronger!" - Bathory smirked, then sharply waved her spear, cleansing the blood from it.

"What do you even know about me!" - Carmilla hit the staff on the ground, - "I was innocent! I was innocent!"

"You are a murderer!" - Elizabeth pointed her spear at Carmilla, - "You killed dozens of girls, you killed hundreds!"

"I'm innocent!" - Carmilla looked at Bathory with anger, - "They said that there is no other way! No one told me that this should not be done!"

"You need to be told that killing people is bad?!" - For a second, Lancer was speechless, after which she was completely furious - "You're sick! Sick old hag!"

"I'm only twenty-seven!" - Carmilla rushed forward.

"Don't lie to me!" - Bathory spat out an insult, - "You were fifty-one!"

"Shut up!" - Carmilla seemed to have lost all her reason - her movement lost all shine and gloss, turning into the movements of a wild beast. It seemed that the girl had ceased to pay any attention to Lancer's spear, trying to get to the girl.

"I'm not a damn serial killer!" - Lancer thrust the spear to the side, driving it into Carmilla's leg.

"You will become it!" - Carmilla finally reached Lancer, but she, instead of panicking, unexpectedly bowed her head - after which she plunged her horns into the body of Assassin, causing her to gasp in surprise.

"Never!" - said Lancer, after which, letting go of her spear, plunged her fist into Carmilla's face, after which Assassin managed to retreat, - "Never! You could be a great singer - but chose to become a monster!"

"Singer?!" - recoiled Carmilla, sighing, and then looked with anger at Bathory, - "everyone said that our voice is terrible! Idiot!"

"Well, let me prove that they were wrong!" -Lancer grinned smugly, and then stepped back.

"Bathory Erzsebet!" - a second later, it seemed as though from the earth itself, towers instantly began to rise. Carmilla was able to recognize them instantly.

"Cachtice Castle," the Assassin was instantly able to realize when the towers rising from the ground began to supplant the buildings of the city, destroying them in their path, "You decided to use my castle against me?! My house?!"

"That's not all!" - and only at that moment Carmilla could understand what kind of horror awaited her. Her ancestral castle was disfigured - what she initially mistook for towers was not that. These were gigantic…

"Subwoofers?!" - Carmilla recoiled for a second, after which she looked at Lancer with sincere misunderstanding, for a second getting rid of her anger, - "This is the most idiotic Noble Phantasm that I have ever seen."

Lancer was offended by this for a second, but still continued. She owned two Noble Phantasms - and now she wanted to use both.

"And now - the main performance from the greatest of divas!" - pompously said Lancer, after which her blood boiled, - "Kilenc Sarkany!"

In a sense, it was possible to call Carmilla the true Elizabeth Bathory. It is impossible to prove whether her acts were truly as they were presented in court. Whether Elizabeth Bathory was truly a murderer in history is impossible to prove. However, this is how her image entered the legend - the bloody Countess Bathory. She remained in human memory as just that, and therefore the Servant was born - Elizabeth Bathory, Carmilla, the bloody countess. However, there was no memory in people's memory of another Bathory - a young girl who wanted to become a singer, arrogant and childishly cruel, but still an ordinary person. And therefore, Elizabeth Bathory, Lancer, was not destined to appear.

However, stories about Sarkan remained in the story. A powerful dragon, capable of controlling the weather with his voice and possessing incredible strength.

While Carmilla was "Elizabeth Bathory, that went down in history", Lancer became an innocent girl who was distorted by rumors about her, turning her into an incomprehensible monster that bears signs of human rumor. In most other cases, this would make Elizabeth a demon, however the only trait that was known allowed the unbelievable to happen.

Elizabeth Bathory was very fond of singing, no matter how badly she did.

And therefore an incredible event turned the girl instead of a demon into a dragon. However, even her family, Bathoyi, according to legend, descended from dragon-killers, did not allow her to become a real dragon, instead turning it into a person wearing the seal of human rumor, reflected in the form of dragon features - horns and tail.

Such a force gave Bathory a lot of power, which she could use to attack or to create a Noble Phantasm - which Bathory took advantage of.

And she sang.

Unfortunately, her inconsequential singing abilities and the legend of Sarkan did not allow her to really sing - and instead of a Phantasm like that of Mozart or the Phantom of the Opera, the girl simply shouted.

With a volume of a thousand decibels.

The Phantom of the Opera evaded the next spell, after which he moved closer to the mage. The stamina of the musician were running out - but still, he tried to avoid imminent death, due to which the claws of the Phantom of the Opera stuck in his chest instead of his neck, after which with one movement split Caster's chest, causing him to breathe intermittently from pain.

"You're getting weaker," the Phantom smiled. Of course, he was also wounded - but unlike Mozart - completely superficially, having paid for the numerous wounds inflicted on Amadeus with torn clothing and several bruises mixed with burns.

"I know," Mozart answered calmly. His strength was really running out and that was true.

'Come on, come on!' He cast a glance at Bathory in the distance 'Come on!'

The next second, the blades pierced the caster, forcing him to hiss in pain as he lost part of his abdomen.

"Come on, come on!" - The Phantom of the Opera triumphed at the moment when his blades pierced the musician's body again, - "Come on, come on! Give me the last moment of your life! Give me your death! Give me death for my Christine!"

'Yes!' - in the end, the mage exclaimed nevertheless, when the distant battle of Bathory stopped and the towers slowly emerging from underground lifted above the battlefield - 'Finally!'

After this, Mozart froze and the Phantom of the Opera's blades finally reached their goal, ripping the musician's heart, making him freeze for a second, and then fall to the ground.

"Ha ha ha ha" - the Phantom burst out laughing, stretching out slowly, claw after claw, hand from the body of the mage, turning it into an ordinary human palm, - "I won! Of course, it could not be otherwise - my Christine gave me victory!"

The Phantom of the Opera laughed, and then glanced at the body of the defeated opponent," Finally! Finally, damn musician - now your words will no longer poison my mind!"

"Not really," a voice suddenly sounded in Assassin's head. "Let me tell you something else."

The Phantom of the Opera froze, and then turned in the direction of Caster - but instead of talking, Assassin saw only his body, under which a pool of blood spread.

"This body is dead," Assassin felt as Caster grinned with a smug smile. "But I still have some time."

"What the hell have you done ?!" - The Phantom froze in misunderstanding.

"You yourself let me into your mind," Caster said smugly, after which the Phantom froze.

"You fled in horror!" - Assassin said immediately.

"Oh, I really didn't expect such horror in your head," said Caster. "But that doesn't mean that I was unprepared."

"You?!" The Phantom turned to Caster's already dead body, looking at how his pupils slowly became clouded.

"You see, such is the life of God's Child," smiled the mage in his head, "I hear too much. The steps of the soldiers kilometers from me - the flapping of the wings of a butterfly - and the music coming from each person. Archer's lingering call, the brave motifs of Cu Chulainn, the pure acapella of Mari... And even your crazy whispers turning into white noise. I knew that I could not control your mind - but still I entered there."

The Assassin froze in shock, after which he looked at the already dead Mozart's eye.

"Now, let me finish our battle," Mozart said calmly. "Look to the left."

The Phantom looked away to see the huge structure towering above the battlefield - and the girl who was at its very top, just like the singer is in the middle of the stage.

"The girl's singing is terrible," Mozart said with a sigh, "This violence against the miracle of music is even worse than your voice. But at the same time, one ability gives me the opportunity to determine the forces that are associated with art - even if her singing can be called art only conditionally. And thanks to her singing, I knew that she will use this particular Phantasm. Even if in the end it's just a scream."

The Assassin fell silent, realizing that he had fallen into Caster's trap.

"And my curse is that I hear everything much more clearly than any other people" - Mozart sighed - "So let me use this power as my trump card. After all, all music submits to me - so let me take away the strength of the Noble Phantasm of Elizabeth for myself."

Assassin finally realized what was Mozart's final gambit.

"So, convincing me that you don't know my mind you got into my head," Phantom of the Opera said it calmly, "After which you left part of yourself inside, to later use the Bathory's scream amplifying her cry a thousand times - after which, pour it inside my mind."

"Thank you for explaining this," Mozart smiled, and then sighed, "By the way... Two minutes forty seconds. I managed even faster than expected. "

"Now I understand," Phantom of the Opera finally said, looking respectfully at his dead opponent, "Why Chevalier called you the most dangerous of all."

"Thank you for such a high appreciation of my abilities," Mozart smiled. "Now, it's time to die."

The next second, the phenomenal cry of Elizabeth Bathory burst out of her throat - however, that voice that was supposed to be an all-sweeping wave was drowned out. To be more precise, it was instantly absorbed by the power of Mozart, which intensified the Phantasm a thousand times more - after which the remnants of God's Child were scattered, allowing the final cry to sound in the head of the Phantom of the Opera, instantly destroying his entire body to the very last atom.

Caster, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, and Assassin, Phantom of the Opera, perished.

Elizabeth Bathory used her Noble Phantasm, but Carmilla, preparing to use her Phantasm for protection, froze at the moment when instead of a monstrous scream she heard only silence.

Somewhere in the distance, cries of people and wyverns were heard, spells were uttered and exploded, blades grated and buildings collapsed - however, it seemed as if Elizabeth Bathory's voice had completely disappeared.

Lancer exhaled to the end, after which her Phantasm was scattered with sparkles and the girl slowly sank to the ground, after which she opened her eyes, waiting to see the destruction created by her voice. However, instead of seeing the ruined streets and her older version buried under the rubble, she only looked at it uncomprehendingly.

"But how?!" she said instantly. She felt that her Phantasm worked! Her voice was to turn into a barrage, blowing everything in its path, into a hurricane whirlwind, smashing stone and steel with equal ease.

"How could it-HAH!" - Lancer froze in place when the tip of Carmilla's staff pierced her chest.

"You weren't even able to use your Phantasm, weakling," Carmilla said disgustedly, then shook Lancer from her weapon, "You are simply a mistake that should not exist."

"Hah..." said Lancer, after which she grinned at Assassin. "At least I don't leave this smell of oldness behind me."

Carmilla, instantly furious, hit the girl with a heel, but she only gasped, and then grinned, "Weak... Are you getting old?"

Carmilla brought her staff for the final blow, after which an unexpected blow made her fly off a couple of meters.

"Lancer, you idiot!" - instantly someone grabbed the girl's body, - "Don't you dare to die!"

"Oh, come on, Kiyo," the girl smirked, no longer distinguishing what she saw in front of her, but recognizing her friend by voice, "It will be easier without me."

"Lancer, you idiot!" - Bathory was sure that in different conditions Kiyohime would accompany these words with a blow of a fan, but now the girl's hands just lifted her from the ground, - "Don't dare to die so easily! You haven't paid it off for all the time that you got on my nerves!"

"Heh," Bathory smirked, feeling her strength leaving her completely. "You can get all your revenge in the next life."

With these words, Lancer, Elizabeth Bathory, died.

Chevalier slowly rose from the ground, realizing that he had lost this battle. Lost completely.

With a sigh, he tried to lean on his left foot - however, a sharp bout of pain told him that it was broken. After that, he tried to lean on the right - after which it, with a vile crunch, broke, forcing him to fall to the ground and grin.

"Okay, okay," Chevalier smiled, looking at his opponents approaching him. "I acknowledge your victory, ladies. I lost."

"I will not trust your words, even if my life would depend on them," Medusa took the last step to Saber, and then took out her blade, "But I will give you the opportunity to utter your last word."

"Thank you, lady, you are so kind," Chevalier smiled, after which he reached for his sword. Medusa brought the blade, but he slowly raised his sword, and then stuck it in the ground, using it as a support, slowly rising, - "Do not worry. I lost this fight, even I can admit it."

After this, Chevalier turned towards the city, where other Servants still continued to fight, and slowly raised his blade.

Medusa prepared for the jump, but Chevalier just turned around, grinning.

"Don't worry, lady," d'Eon smiled. "This time I'm not betraying you. Fleur de Lys: Profusion of Hundred Flowers, Dance of Lilies!"

The next instant, Chevalier's blade lit up with white light - after which it scattered with a bunch of sparks, after which Chevalier's body shone. However, neither Medusa nor Mashu were the target of the last, strongest of Chevalier's Phantasm's. This time, they saw neither divine beauty, nor radiance, nor light — nothing blinded them and made their minds clouded. The goal of the Chevalier Phantasm was the Servants of the Witch.

Caster, who fought Serenity, suddenly froze - after which Assassin, obeying the Master's plan, instantly rushed away from him. Archer froze, letting the other Archer go on the offensive. Sanson stopped, ceasing to attack the two dragon-killers. Carmilla froze with her scepter brought in to strike at Kiyohime. Even the many wyverns suddenly stopped, allowing Cu Chulainn to exterminate dozens before they could budge.

Chevalier's first Phantasm was a charm ability that allowed him to move. The second took away his ability to act, instead giving him the opportunity to stop many opponents at once. The third was the strongest of all, because he was able to act on any number of enemies that Chevalier designated. And at the same time, the third Phantasm demanded the largest payment from him.

Chevalier's body, like dry leaves, was caught in the wind, which began to slowly destroy him. Slowly, Chevalier's body turned into a divine radiance, absorbing the mind and eyes of all his opponents, forever imprinting in their minds a beautiful view of the most beautiful of people.

"Who are you really fighting for, Chevalier?" - Medusa took the last step towards her opponent, forcing him to smile.

"For France, lady," he sighed and looked at her. "Who else can I fight for?"

Mashu took a step towards Saber. He was an enemy, Hassan died because of him, because of him many of their plans were destroyed, Archer came under the control of the Phantom of the Opera - all of them were in danger. But still…

"Thank you," Mashu said this, making Chevalier just a little grin.

"Oh, thank you, lady," d'Eon turned his eyes to Mashu, "For making Chevalier's life so unforgettable. Now - please hurry up. This Phantasm will act only until my body is completely dispelled. And you worked wonderfully - therefore, I did not have much strength left to maintain it."

Mashu just nodded at this, and then rushed forward. Medusa followed her — however, Chevalier did not see this — instead, he devoted all his strength to maintaining his final song.

The army passed him — he no longer saw how the gates were open, how the soldiers faced the undead, how the Servants took advantage of the opportunity that had opened up for them, and how the battle continued.

In the end, Chevalier felt that the final moment of his play had nevertheless come.

His Phantasm faded and the battle spun again.

"Well then..." Chevalier smiled at his distant enemies, feeling that his whole body had been turned into pure light and he had only a few seconds left. "Thank you for watching Chevalier d'Eon's life. My Queen, I'm sorry - I hope that we will meet in another life."

With these words, Saber, Chevalier d'Eon, turned into the last ray of light - and disappeared.

Eye of the Mind (True): EX

The holder of a skill of this rank, in fact, cannot lose. No matter how the situation turns out and in whatever conditions the holder of this skill is in, he will always be able to turn the situation to his advantage, find a way out of any hopeless situation, use another ability created specifically for this case, or turn to his artifacts with the most suitable effects for the situation. In this case, this is not even the skills responsible for the ability to analyze a situation or use one's own experience, how much the possession of an incredible ability in any condition to be always be ahead of one's opponent, no matter how perfect his adversary's plan or how great his abilities. This skill does not make the user invulnerable and does not mean that any plan created will be ingenious, nor does it mean that any battle of the Servant will be carried out by creating an ideal trap designed for the enemy - it simply means that, in fact, any situation in whose chance of victory for the Servant is zero percent - he will still be able to surpass any conditions and remain the winner.