Just as Karna and Shirou were viewing the numerous projections, there was a shock at the bottom of the garden, like an earthquake, and the entire garden began to shake.
"Ouch! That's bad!"
Red Caster, who was sitting on the steps of the throne doing some improvisation, almost dropped the laptop on his knees because of a tremor in his hand. Fortunately, he was quick-witted and caught it in time - it would be a small matter if the computer was broken, but he would want to die if the battle documents he had recorded with great difficulty were destroyed.
Every creator knows the importance of inspiration. At certain moments, when witnessing certain scenes, if the passionate words written by a flash of inspiration are lost, it is almost impossible to reproduce them. Even Shakespeare, a great writer who stands at the top of human literary history, is no exception.
He carefully glanced at the computer screen and saw that the document was intact, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"It's okay, it's okay... What was that just now?"
The last half of the sentence was asked to the Red Assassin Semiramis who was sitting on the throne.
"It's the aftermath of Berserker's attack. Has it reached here? It looks like he's reaching critical point."
No matter how high the level of a Noble Phantasm is, it is impossible to recover and grow endlessly. Every time Spartacus recovers, the pain accumulates. After enduring so many attacks, even he who enjoys suffering has reached his limit.
The Assyrian queen gave the order to the sky garden to ascend. If that "weapon" took this garden as its target, it would be no joke. The target he should aim at was not the garden, but Milenia Castle.
"But—will the Holy Grail break?"
"Don't worry. The Greater Holy Grail is located underground in the castle. It is not something that can be destroyed by mere rubble. As long as Berserker doesn't take the initiative to attack it, there will be no problem. And that guy no longer has this level of rationality left - then, things have developed to this point, I have something to confirm with you."
"Ah, I also have something I want to ask. Then please ask first, Her Majesty the Queen."
"—what on earth are you planning?"
Semiramis maintained her charming smile, but her eyes revealed a cold emotion as she stared at Caster, like a venomous snake staring at its prey.
Then, facing such a look, Shakespeare did not break out in a cold sweat, but simply responded with an inexplicable puzzled expression, as if to say - is it appropriate to say this here? The Red Lancer is still here.
Semiramis was somewhat surprised by this courage.
"Don't worry, only you and I can hear this conversation now."
At the same time as she ordered the garden to rise, she activated a special spell, making it seem like the four of them were in the same room, but actually they were in two different spaces.
"I see."
Shakespeare lowered his head again, his fingers moving rapidly on the keyboard. He had only had the computer for more than ten hours, but he was already able to use it skillfully for writing, which showed his talent in this area.
"It's nothing. As I said before, I just want to follow the Watch Master... Father Shirou and record his story."
"Are you a writer?"
"That's right."
"Indeed, the Master's wish for the Holy Grail is very lofty and dreamy, but at the same time it is as fragile as a glass work of art. There are countless hardships and obstacles on the way, and even whether these hardships can be overcome is still an unknown. But - suppose our Master overcomes all the hardships and finally reaches 'that';... the role you play will no longer exist in this world."
After hearing what Semiramis said, Shakespeare raised a finger and shook it left and right.
"You are wrong about two things. First, the most important thing about a story is not the ending, but the process of reaching the ending. Even if the ending is predetermined, as long as the process is exciting enough, it is still a great story, and this is what we pursue all our lives."
"Second, what I want to watch over and record is the Master himself, not his wishes. Indeed, that wish is great, and everything that happened to fulfill the wish is also very exciting as a story, and it is very attractive to us. However, compared with the various mysteries hidden in the Master, it is not worth mentioning at all."
"You should have noticed it, the Queen of Assyria. Our Master's identity is not as simple as it seems. Although it seems very complicated, it is just a few ripples on the surface. Below that is a terrible undercurrent that cannot be seen."
"I have a feeling that although the Master says he wants to save humanity and is working hard for it, deep down in his heart he doesn't actually want this wish to come true. It is this contradiction that has caused the Master to intentionally or unintentionally miss many opportunities to weaken the Black side. What does the Master really want? - This is the question I want to ask you. You have spent more time with the Master, can you give me a little clue?"
"This..." Semiramis hesitated for a long time, and finally replied, "I don't know either."
Of course she knew what Shakespeare said, Shirou didn't want to fulfill that wish at all, but had to do it for some reason. She also knew that the name Shirou Kotomine was fake, and even the hidden identity of Amakusa Shiro was questionable.
But the more I know, the more doubts I have. That boy who always has a gentle smile, is a little childish, and occasionally silly is like a treasure chest. No one knows what you will see when you open it.
She made many guesses, but she quickly overturned them. Later, she even speculated about visitors from another world and aliens, which even she found absurd.
Shakespeare, who buried his head, did not see Semiramis's expression, nor was he disappointed with Semiramis's answer. He just said with all his heart: "Look, there is one more mystery. Exploring these mysteries is our pursuit, and this is the most fascinating part of the story. Maybe I can write a masterpiece that has never been seen before and will never be seen again. Is there anything more exciting than this? Ah, my brain is trembling."
"Is that so? That makes sense." Semiramis rubbed his temple and calmed down. "Then how do you explain letting the berserker go earlier?"
This was a thorn in Semiramis' heart. The playwright in front of him would do anything to make the script look good. If the master's plan went too smoothly, he would probably create some suffering for himself and cause trouble.
"You're talking about that. That's not worth making a fuss about. Even the master is rejecting it deep down in his heart. I'm just following his wishes. You may not know that I also spent some time in the palace. I still have a little ability to understand people's hearts."
"Oh? Then can you guess what I'm thinking now?" Semiramis turned over her palm, and the nails on the palm flashed coldly.
"Warn me not to do anything like this again or you will kill me."
Shakespeare's expression remained unchanged. This is the heroic spirit, without weapons, without magic, but still with such courage.
"Don't worry, I won't do it again. Things have come to this point, and even if I don't do it, someone will come to stop me."
"Who do you think it will be?"
"Of course it's her who is at a loss right now because of her ignorance."
"Ruler? It's true that the privileges she possesses are very threatening, but aren't we taking steps to take appropriate countermeasures now?"
"No, no, although privilege is threatening, the real scary thing is her."
"Why, do you know her?"
"There aren't many saintly heroines holding the holy flag in the world. She is the enemy of my country that deserves respect. A pathetic and crazy country girl who was destroyed because of following the voice of God - Joan of Arc."
"Oh, is that guy an enemy of your country?"
Semiramis laughed after she finished speaking. As she said, Joan of Arc, as the savior of France, raised the banner of rebellion and defeated the English army. Although she was arrested for betrayal in the end, their resentment must have been deep. The works written by the British literary world at that time regarded her as an enemy and criticized her in various ways.
"No, no, there is no resentment now. Britain and France are of no importance. But if she comes to interfere, she will be defeated without mercy."
"Is it you who is here?"
"By me? No way. I'll leave all that to you, Your Majesty."
Shakespeare laughed out loud, and Semiramis sighed, "Although I knew you would say that."
Then, she turned her gaze to the largest projection in the center of the king's room.
"What are you going to do about it?"
PS: People like Shakespeare just can't be happy without making trouble. If things are not going well, he may help the Master. But if things are going very well, he will definitely make a lot of trouble for you.