"Compared to the mythical hero who easily falls into violence, the real you is much calmer."
Animusfia sighed and spoke slowly to Hercules.
"Want to delay time with words? Unknown traveler, well, then do as you wish——————"
Hercules raised his head and stared at Animusphia who spoke.
"Perhaps when I appear as Berserker, I will show my violent side, but if I appear as Archer, as a pure 'hero' here, I will not fall into madness so easily.
The person I appeared as a heroic spirit was indeed Heracles himself, but it was not entirely him. The true Hercules must be fully focused on my side as a berserker, my side as a hero—and even my side as an Avenger. "
Animusfia nodded slightly. After contacting many heroic spirits, he actually discovered this problem.
Artoria Alter, who wanted to practice herself in another way and therefore parted ways with the term "King of Knights", is an excellent example.
Rather than saying that Heroic Spirits or Servants are things like resurrecting and summoning characters from historical legends, it is better to say that they are just summoning one side of them.
It's hard to say that the "sides" that make up the heroes' personalities are not those heroes, but it's also hard to say that those heroic sides are entirely those legendary heroes.
Elizabeth and Camilla are another example.
Even Animusfia could not tell clearly which of the two of them was the one who spent his life with the count in Chakdis city at that time.
Or maybe both of them are neither.
To be honest, the person who is most similar to the lady in Chakdis City happens to be Camilla who fused Elizabeth's spiritual energy.
The moment a person dies, everything comes to an end.
Even if the story can be continued later, it will still be like the same character written by another person. Although similar, there are still differences.
For Animusfia, it is true that he has obtained the memory of Nadasdi Ferenc, but he does not have much real sense of the changes in Elizabeth and Camilla.
It's like an acquaintance from ten years ago meets again ten years later. Even if there are some changes, that's as it should be, right?
Although she knew that the difference between her Servant and herself was not equivalent to the changes in the same person over time, it was difficult for Animusfia to put this into practice when actually getting along with each other.
For him, this feeling would only be stronger if Nero was summoned as a heroic spirit.
Will she still remember herself?
Animusfia hoped that she could still do it, but at the same time she didn't hope that she could.
If we really meet again, how should we get along with each other?
Whether Nero still remembers her or Nero doesn't remember her, Animusfia has a headache about how to deal with her.
However, for Animusfia, whether she can meet the rose-like emperor again is almost a false proposition.
Let’s not talk about something that has such a small probability that it is almost impossible. If Hercules is not defeated at this time, Animusfia can only ensure the safety of Ritsuka, Mashu and others to a certain extent.
As for himself, he is estimated to be 80% in this singularity.
The intensity of the battle at the singularity was far greater than Animusfia had originally imagined. Now Animusfia was like a traveler who was fully prepared to cross the desert, but in the end found that he had miscalculated the fuel consumption.
Only less than half way through the journey, most of the supplies had been used up. Relying on the remaining food and the last gasoline in the tank, they were embarking on a journey with no hope of return.
It wouldn't be surprising if he fell down in the middle of the road at any time.
Reaching the finish line is a luxury.
"A pure hero? Then why, as Hercules, did you choose to betray humanity and human principles and turn to the party that destroys the past and the future?"
"If I answer this question, can you no longer resist? I no longer want to be enemies with you...and more of you."
Hercules glanced at Jason and said slowly.
"You guys? Hercules you——————!"
Jason could not suppress his emotions when he saw Heracles, who had drawn a clear line between him and himself.
"...That will also be based on your answer. However, I think there is no other ending except for you to become a hero on the side of humanity again and resist with us."
Animusfia stretched out her mechanical prosthesis to stop Jason who was about to rush forward to argue with Hercules.
After gazing upward at the sky, Hercules sighed, then raised the bow and arrow in his hand, aiming at Animusfia and his party.
"Everyone, please hide behind me!"
This time, Matthew, who was concentrating and holding his breath, was watching Hercules' every move.
Heracles's shot, which was enough to kill Hydra in one blow, was now only slightly stronger than before, and she had to block the blow.
However, Animusfia paid more attention to Hercules' gaze towards the sky than to Hercules' raising of his hands.
What is behind that sky?
"Really, we still have to fight in the end. Whatever you say, I did betray..."
Wisps of sun-like flames gradually emerged from the muscles of Hercules' body as he drew his bow.
Like a corona of the sun being thrown outward, the magic power released by Hercules' breath became even more intense.
Even beyond the category of "people".
Jason's eyes became extremely cold in an instant, and there was even more fear in them.
As Hercules released his magic power without hesitation, he finally realized what had happened to his once best friend.
Instead of calling the current Heracles the great human hero.
It is better to call it a god who has ascended to the sky.
Since he is a god, it is normal to help him.
"Shoot--a hundred heads!"
After shouting out the name of the Noble Phantasm, Hercules, like a newborn sun, shot the arrow he was most proud of.
In an instant, everything around him was immersed in a blazing white light. No one except Heracles himself could know what happened after the arrow was shot.
Even observing from outer space cannot reveal what is happening here.
"But that doesn't mean I'm not resisting."
Closing his eyes, Hercules lowered his head and muttered silently after shooting an arrow.
