Didn't you say you would watch from the sidelines and never join the war? Why are you saying this now? Have you changed your mind
Of course not.
Shakespeare, who had read the thoughts of several people, said in his heart. However, he did not rush to explain, but had an unfathomable expression. He enjoyed the brief moment of being stared at by these great heroes.
After a while, he showed a smug smile: "Father Shirou, the Empress of Assyria, this is a rare opportunity, can you let me show my 'work' here;."
"Sure, I was just thinking of letting others test it as well." Shirou nodded happily.
"It's not your 'work'; it also includes me and my master." Semiramis corrected.
"Yes, as you said, it is a creation of the three of us. This garden combines illusion and reality, the magical power of Father Shirou, the crystallization of our life's creation and our Noble Phantasm. It is a masterpiece and a miracle!"
Shakespeare made this loud declaration, seemingly at the center of the stage, the center of attention.
"Now is the time to make this miracle happen, assassin, Father Shirou, let's begin. First, assassin—"
"Watch your tone, writer!" Semiramis glared at Shakespeare unhappily, but did not refuse his command.
The slender and delicate fingers moved rhythmically in the air, and everyone felt an indescribable fluctuation of magical power.
Then, space began to distort - interfering with space, which was the realm of the Second Magic, but Semiramis did it. Not only because she was a demigod, a powerful magician of the Age of Gods, but also because this was her garden, her territory.
That's right, no matter which country this sky garden goes to, it will always function as her domain. As long as she stays inside the garden, Semiramis will enjoy the same treatment as Vlad III in Romania. Not only will all attributes be strengthened, but her fame will also be raised to the highest level, and when attacking, she will have a favorable correction. It is not difficult to perform magic that reaches the magic realm, such as space transfer and puppet making.
Of course, this comes at a price. After all, this treasure itself is almost at the level of a foul. Once Semiramis leaves this garden, she will be powerless. However, this garden is a mobile fortress, and leaving this garden is impossible.
The puppets made by Semiramis were not ordinary puppets. Compared with the ugly clay puppets made by the Black Caster Avisbronn, Semiramis's works were undoubtedly much more refined.
The puppet is made of metal, but it does not give people a cold feeling, but exudes a warm luster like ceramic. The construction of the puppet is very delicate, from the puppet's shape and the style of its weapons to every line on its body, all of which are carefully carved, as if they were made by a master sculptor.
"Oh oh oh oh, no matter how many times I look at it, it's always so beautiful." Shakespeare's face showed an exaggerated look of intoxication, as if he was looking at his lover.
"Of course. Whether it's the garden or the puppet, I only use the best. This is the king's style and the king's tool."
The leisurely look on Semiramis's face, her condescending attitude, and her undisguised words made everyone realize once again that this was a king who pursued wealth and honor.
"Well, caster, the vessel is ready, it's your turn."
"Yes, your majesty!"
Shakespeare touched his chest with his hand, and then raised his arms in an exaggerated manner, with a book in his hands. The clear fluctuations of magic on the cover told everyone that this book was the sublimation of the legend of this great writer.
"Look! This is my Noble Phantasm, 'The Show is About to Start, Let Us Give a Thunderous Applause (First Folio)'. First, let me introduce this Noble Phantasm."
The Noble Phantasm is the last trump card of the Servant. Anyone with a normal mind will try to hide the information of their Noble Phantasm. Shakespeare is the only one who would actively expose it and explain it in detail. However, considering Shakespeare's previous eccentric actions, it is not surprising that he did such a thing. Sometimes there is only a fine line between genius and madness.
Shakespeare's only treasure, the embodiment of his life's playwriting career - "The performance has begun. Here is a thunderous applause (First Folio)".
Grade: B
Type: Anti-personnel weapon
Distance: 1-30
Maximum capture: 1 person
A stage treasure that forces the world to perform a story according to the script. It has a coercive force equivalent to an inherent barrier. Under certain conditions and external environment, it can enable the actor playing a certain role to have his own will. Targeting the target object's obsession, it erodes the world with its will, reproduces its soul, and transplants its original personality and memory, appearing as a non-class servant, but as the soul of an actor, its body is only that of a fragile old man.
The Noble Phantasm has almost no physical damage, but it is the worst thing for some Heroic Spirits. Shakespeare can target the deepest trauma in the enemy's heart, reproduce it and pull it out to laugh, or criticize it thoroughly to make the target frustrated. The more confident you are in your body, the easier it is to fall into this Noble Phantasm. Only a few people who can assert that their lives are pure and innocent can overcome this Noble Phantasm. There are only a handful of people who can firmly believe that they have no regrets. If someone can face their own psychological trauma, perhaps they can refute Shakespeare's criticism.
When frustrated, one will suffer a negative state called loss of soul. Within the time limit, one will be defenseless against anything, and if one does not have a treasure that can automatically counter the evil, one will be unable to do anything.
After listening to the explanation of the Noble Phantasm, Achilles did not hide his disgust. He instinctively felt that this Noble Phantasm might be his nemesis.
"Are you planning to use your Noble Phantasm to mentally attack the enemy, and then use these puppets to kill the enemy while he is distracted? What a dirty trick."
"No, no, you misunderstood, you are a great hero blessed by God." Shakespeare waved his hand, "First of all, I said I would not go to the battlefield, so your guess is wrong. Secondly, a truly strong person should be strong both physically and mentally. Pure physical strength is just a reckless person who simply boasts of strength."
"So you want to try my strength?" Achilles was obviously angered by Shakespeare.
"I have already said that I am not good at fighting, or do you, a great hero, want to bully a weak author like me?"
Shakespeare looked at Achilles with a half-smile, and the latter curled his lips in disdain.
"A clown who only knows how to use his pen and his mouth."
"Words and pens are also a kind of power." Shakespeare clenched his empty hand, and a feather pen appeared out of thin air. "If certain conditions are met, this power can become real and subvert reality."
Achilles snorted coldly: "I want to see how you turn words into reality and how you subvert reality!"
"Please enjoy—"
Then the book in the left hand unfolded, and the pages turned one by one. The feather pen in the right hand wrote words in the air - the words appeared one by one and moved.
Then, the scenery of the throne was replaced, and the contents of the book eroded reality.
"The performance has begun. Let us give a thunderous applause (First Folio)! Heeding the call of the Creator (us), we appear here—"
"Macbeth, King Lear, Hamlet, Othello..."
PS: Yes, Shakespeare is just that stupid. I was afraid that you didn’t know what the treasure was before I revealed it, so I specially explained it to you. Even after I explained it, you still can’t do anything about it.
PS2: Shakespeare: Lies of lies can be reversed in an instant. Hypocrisy of hypocrisy can become truth in an instant.