"I am the bone of my sword."

Emiya's voice echoed across the battlefield. As the chant began, Filvis's face grew more and more twisted.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!", Filvis roared in rage, the sword in her hand slashing down like a raging wind, thrusting directly toward Emiya's vital point.

She could not let the opponent deploy that magic, Monster's intuition was madly warning Filvis.

Emiya did not counterattack. Instead, he withdrew his body backward and projected [Kanshou & Bakuya] to block Filvis's fierce assault. Yet the powerful impact still shook his body, a bloody line appearing on his chest from the sword's aura.

"Steel is my body, and fire is my blood."

Filvis's fierce attacks came like tidal waves. Emiya continued chanting, his voice without the slightest fear. Even as new wounds constantly appeared on him, he continued loading magic power unwaveringly.

"I have created over a thousand blades."

As his words fell, Filvis's expression grew more anxious.

"SHUT UP!", Filvis screamed, her eyes full of fury as she swung the sword fiercely at Emiya's head.

"Unknown to death nor know to life."

Emiya dodged backward, but the blade still slashed across his shoulder, blood spurting out.

"Have withstood pain to create many weapons."

"Yet, those hands will never hold anything"

"Holy Rod of Banishment, sweep away my enemies, Dio Thryses!" Filvis shouted the incantation angrily.

As her words fell, a magic circle suddenly spread beneath her feet. Black thunder full of evil aura condensed in an instant and shot out as a lightning spear.

However, Emiya merely waved his hand again, projecting the Sword of Thunder.

[Futsu-no-mitama] was one of the Noble Phantasms he could project the fastest.

"So, as I pray—"

The next moment, a figure burst from the black thunder, rushing straight toward Emiya.

Filvis's magic was not meant to defeat Emiya but to cover her fatal strike.

The defiled elf, unafraid of injury, forcefully charged through the thunder she had cast and lunged toward Emiya.

Her sword slashed straight toward Emiya.

Emiya stared directly at the charging Filvis.

In the instant their gazes crossed—

"Crack—" A sound of something breaking echoed in Filvis's heart.

Filvis's movements suddenly froze. Some invisible force was completely severed at that moment.

In her senses, an invisible black sun slowly dimmed behind her and faded into nothingness.

Her body suddenly lost its support. The overwhelming power that had once given her a sense of omnipotence had left her.

Filvis, losing her balance, fell to the ground in a wretched heap.

And at the same time, Emiya had completed the chant of his magic.

"UNLIMITED BLADE WORKS!!"

The surrounding space began to twist and invert. The originally dark and chaotic battlefield was covered by a powerful magical force and gradually disappeared. In its place appeared a breathtaking scene, a boundless snowy plain, covered in pure white snow, where only white ice and snow remained between heaven and earth.

Over this snowfield, a massive full moon hung in the pitch-black night sky. The clear moonlight fell like silver gauze upon the land, illuminating the vast icefield brightly.

Countless swords of various shapes were thrust into the ground. The cold wind swept across the snowfield, killing and silent.

The cold wind howled, and the gleam of the swords was chilling. Countless blades sparkled with cold light, as if waiting for Emiya's summons.

Filvis knelt messily in the snow, the moonlight shining on her, casting her pale and pained face.

The girl's body trembled slightly, her eyes revealing endless confusion and fear.

"Impossible…", she murmured.

Filvis had already realized what had just happened, but she was unwilling to believe this fact, her [Falna] had become invalid.

———

In front of Aura stood a towering gate. The four surrounding walls were incomparably solid, like an impassable barrier.

There were no guards at the entrance, yet the atmosphere was filled with an invisible pressure, an oppressive tension like the calm before a storm, silently warning visitors, "Do not approach without permission."

The elf girl Aura ignored these warnings. She wasn't even interested in looking up and directly walked to the gate.

After a low and hurried "dong dong" sound, the gate slowly opened to both sides.

Aura stepped into the gate, and her vision opened up. A green field like a carpet spread out before her.

Small yellow-white flowers swayed in the wind, and the field was full of vibrant life. In the distance, at the center of the hills, stood a structure like a "temple" or "palace," a magnificent sight like a moving painting.

As soon as Aura stepped into this field, she immediately sensed the tense atmosphere around her. Her gaze swept around, and numerous warriors appeared simultaneously from concealment like ghosts, surrounding her at the center.

They held weapons, forming a tight circle, every sharp point aimed at Aura without exception.

The encirclement by these warriors was almost a form of art, showing their highly trained discipline.

At the same time, dangerous "killing intent" brewed in the space, a heart-wrenching pressure enveloping the field.

"Who are you, to dare intrude into the 'Folkvanger'," The leading half-pint warrior wanted to scold her.

[Folkvanger], the base of the [Freya Familia] .

At this moment, while Ottar and other executives were away, such a sudden and uninvited elf was truly suspicious.

However, when they saw Aura's condition, all their questions stuck in their throats, unable to be voiced.

It was a kind of ultimate despair, a despair so complete it was calm, letting one feel bottomless darkness. Aura's eyes showed no emotional fluctuation. That absolute depth made the surrounding adventurers waver for a moment.

But what shocked the warriors more was the "object" held in Aura's right hand.

It was a completely drunk goddess, whom she held like "livestock."

Given the lower world's reverence for gods, such treatment of a goddess without any dignity was simply unbelievable.

The goddess being held was aged and unkempt, with a mess of white hair and ragged clothes that couldn't be called robes.

Though her skin had no blemish, she lacked the majesty and inviolable aura of other gods. Instead, she exuded a sense of chaos and decadent decline.

Aura coldly opened her mouth, "I want to see Goddess Freya."

A maid walked out from the temple and said, "By the goddess's decree, let her in."

———

[Grape Chalice] Aura Moriel, this girl, the goddess Freya knew her.

One of the elf girls entangled with Shirou, Freya and Aura often met in taverns, but the goddess did not like her.

However, today, the goddess saw another side of her.

Or rather, the true side.

In a sense, the current Aura even fit Freya's aesthetic standard for a "pure soul". Though now, her soul was purely pitch-black.

"Aura, right now you should be fighting in the artificial dungeon. Why are you here, and why are you carrying Penia?", Freya asked curiously.

The Goddess of Poverty · Penia, because she governed the divinity of "poverty," was a goddess without any familia.

Aura did not answer the goddess's question. Instead, she drew her longsword with her right hand.

The maid beside Freya frowned, instinctively stepping forward.

However, both her and Freya's expressions quickly froze.

Aura's longsword pierced through Penia's back.

The blade stabbed straight through the goddess's heart.

Still lost in a drunken dream, Penia was killed in her sleep just like that.

Aura flung Penia's body aside. Divinity automatically activated, beginning to repair the mortal wound.

At the same time, using divinity violated the rules of the lower world. The punishment of forced recall began.

A dazzling pillar of divine light descended from the sky, piercing heaven and earth.

In front of Freya, as the pillar appeared, Aura's aura quickly weakened, her [Falna] was sealed.

Freya tilted her head slightly, "Your main god was Penia, not Dionysus?"

Aura finally spoke, "Mm. Dionysus used divine wine to intoxicate Penia, me, and the other familia members, transferring our allegiance, as a bargaining chip for faking his death."

Freya immediately understood the meaning behind this: Dionysus only needed to hide himself, then kill Penia, and it would create the illusion that he was dead, making all his familia lose their stats.

Then, as long as the "Dionysus Familia" members' bodies were dealt with in time, it would be nearly foolproof.

"Then, why did you kill Penia in front of me?", Freya asked with interest.

Standing beside her, the maid Heith stared dumbfounded at the divine light column piercing the sky and the massive hole it left in the temple's ceiling.

"Looks like there's a chance of rain today…", Miss Heith muttered blankly.

"I ask you to update my stats," Aura stared into Freya's eyes.

Her main god · Goddess Penia was dead. Now, any god could become her new main god.

"Heh~", Freya curved her lips, a playful glint in her eyes.

"I thought only the beauty goddess who's free of scruples would agree to my request, so I came to you," Aura said, "If you don't agree, I'll go to Goddess Ishtar."

"Trying to provoke me?", Freya chuckled.

Aura spoke softly, "Please, Syr."

Goddess Freya's smile vanished. She fell silent.

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Aura Moriel

Lv.3 → Lv.4

Penia Familia → Freya Familia

[Witch of Forgetting] → [God-Slaying Witch]

— A skill awakened by the great (sinful) feat of slaying a god. Godslayer, exclusive against Dionysus.

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———

[Babel]

"I want to see God Dionysus," Soaked by the sudden downpour, Aura barged into a conference room.

Seeing that it was Aura from Dionysus Familia, the guard at the entrance, an adventurer of level one from the [Ganesha Familia], didn't stop her at all. Instead, he asked with concern, "Did something happen?"

The elf girl ignored him and rushed straight inside.

"Aura, what's wrong?", Seeing the girl's figure, God Dionysus approached her, his handsome face still wearing a gentle smile.

And then, his abdomen was pierced by the deep red longsword [Bug Slayer] in Aura's hand.

In the god's unbelieving eyes, Aura pulled out the sword and stabbed it through his right chest.

"Why… is it you?", Dionysus murmured.

———

Dionysus, also known as the City Destroyer · Enyo, was the mastermind behind the remnants of the Evilus.

This god could accept his failure and death.

Just like Goddess Ishtar in the past, her familia was completely defeated by Emiya, yet she was delighted. Many gods did not mind becoming villains in a story.

There were many ways Dionysus could accept dying:

The best, of course, was being defeated and killed by his "beloved" [Saber] Emiya Shirou.

To stain the other with the sin of godslaying through his own life, that would be ideal.

Second-best, being killed by [Braver] or perishing under the grand magic of [Nine Hells] was also acceptable.

If not a child of the lower world, then being executed by peers such as Loki, Freya, Ganesha, or Hephaestus wasn't shameful.

Ideally, before execution, there would be a grand public trial.

Aside from that, if one day Filvis completely lost control and went mad, being killed by her would also carry a strange romance.

But, when none of what he did was known to anyone yet, to be suddenly stabbed by Aura who barged in, that ending Dionysus could not accept.

The time, the place, the method… none of it was acceptable. Especially the "killer."

Aura, a mere elf he toyed with, someone he didn't take seriously at all.

Her only role was to use her beauty to seduce the [Saber], and she hadn't even succeeded.

She had stayed at Lv.2 for years, barely reaching Lv.3 through twisted memory and soul manipulation skills.

Not like this, being killed by a bug like Aura… As the City Destroyer · Enyo, even in death, he should fall by a true hero's hand. At least someone like [Sword Princess].

'I can't die here!'

'I haven't destroyed the city, haven't ushered the world into [Feast of Madness (Orgia)].'

'I can't die now!'

'I haven't even bragged about all I've done to the hero who barely discovered my plans.'

'I can't! I can't die at the hands of you, an insignificant extra!'

Aura stared into Dionysus's eyes and saw the utter despair within them.

At that moment, the elf girl completely understood the god's thoughts.

Thus, she let out an unprecedented, mad laughter.

In the next moment, Aura was pinned down by the pale-faced [Ganesha] Familia adventurer.

Beside them, Loki's face was also deathly white.

Not just because Dionysus had suddenly been killed, but because his "corpse" still lay there, eyes wide open.

There was no divine power repairing the mortal wound, nor any forced return.

'He seems, not dead yet?'

Many adventurers rushed forward in panic, but neither healing magic nor potions had any effect.

Or rather, magic and elixirs refilled his vitality, yet the fatal wounds showed no sign of recovery.

Only prolonging his painful struggle in vain.

Aura's laughter didn't stop, while at the same time, one sparkling tear after another slid down the girl's cheeks.

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