Empress Christine

Kill them, strip them, rob them, increase them! Cover them, endow them, accept them, increase them!

Ahh, Christine! Christine! Christine! Once again, you desire more!

Of course, of course. I shall bring you a greater audience. I shall send out tickets and invite them!

I will not fail you, my Christine! Soon, your singing will be heard throughout all of Shinjuku!

Lemme go! Get your hands offa me!

No... No! Nooo!

Stupid puppets! You things are disgusting! Let me go, you little...!

Come, sing with us. Share in our joy.

Enjoy this beauty forevermore, for all eternity... Let them join our Coloraturas.

N-no! Please! Not that! Anything but thaaat!!!

Ah... Aah... Aaah... Please... Don't... I'm beggin' you.

Now, a round of applause. This is all for you, my beloved Christine.

Aaah!

...Okay, done and done. The Coloratura is ready.

I've also rewritten its programming. How, you ask? That's my little secret.

How big will the explosion be?

It should be quite destructive for something improvised solely from materials found here in Shinjuku!

At the very least, it should be enough to sow chaos when it goes off. Ready with the switch, Master?

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...Wonderful! Then let's set this Coloratura on its way!

Good, it worked!

Altria, Jeanne, please get to your positions!

Understood. Master, try not to overexert yourself.

Yeah yeah, go ahead and agonize if you want.

And don't cry after you've done the deed. It's unbecoming.

You're not doing anything wrong. If you can't remember that, I'll burn it into you myself.

All right, ten minutes to go. Can you do this, Master?

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Master...

...I see.

Okay... That's all right then.

Archer...?

Okay, what say we blow this puppet up!

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All it takes is the proverbial flip of a switch.

...Was that an old-fashioned thing to say? My apologies. I am fiftyish, after all!

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I pressed it!

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...You know, I'm really not sure myself. Not a clue.

I suppose just seeing your resolve was more than enough proof for me.

After all, it doesn't really matter that much whether it is you or I who presses the button, does it?

I may have completely forgotten my past, but there is one thing I'm absolutely sure of:

I am an evil person. There is no doubt about that much.

You showed me that you were prepared to dirty your hands. I decided that was enough.

...Anyway, that's enough of that. Come, Master, now is the time to make our attack!

Oh, no need to thank me. I had planned on letting you press the button right up to the last instant.

Of course. You were ready to kill. That's all I needed to know.

If you're prepared to fight evil with evil, it doesn't matter whether you're the one to press the button or not.

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What's important is that you have an iron will. The resolve to cross the line and kill. The determination to do what must be done to achieve your goal.

That is what the Holy Grail Warthe battle to repair humanityentails. Now, let's get going!

I'll clear a path!

There are still so many of them, even after that massive explosion!

You're up, Dynamite Woman!

Who're you calling dynamite!? Stop using terms you clearly don't understand!

My flames are the flames of revenge! Flames that even burn me as they bring anguish and despair!

That takes care of that! Go on, Master!

Jump!

Ha ha ha! That explosion was truly merciless, in every sense of the word!

Very well then, let's start taking care of these Coloraturas.

Our targets are the Berserker of Shinjukualso known as the Phantom of the Operaand Christine Daaé!

All right, we're in! Now, Mash!

Right! I'm picking up three...no, four Servants!

Two of them are Altria and Jeanne, but the other two are quickly closing in on Master!

So, the Berserker's here!

Ah... Aah... Aaah!

The Coloraturas... Our precious audience is burning up!

The puppets I created to praise Christine's singing are disappearing!

Hey there, Berserker. Actually, hold on, I've been wondering: exactly which of you is the Berserker?

Burn, abuse, brutalize, kill! Aah, my beloved are leaving, disappearing, vanishing!

Hahahaha! I guess it doesn't matter when you're both so distraught!

But then again, that isn't really Christine, is it? It's just a doll!

Um... Are you sure it was a good idea to say that?

Hehe...hehehehe. You're wrong. She is, without a doubt, my beloved songstress, Christine.

A lonely Phantom Spirit. A princess turned doll, since she was never alive to begin with.

A sad doll who had everything but her songs taken. As a doll, Christine was broken from the start.

It was my dream, my desire, that broke her. Thus, it is only right that I am now her subordinate.

A Phantom Spirit!

So basically, Christine was summoned without enough Spirit Origin, and sealed into a puppet?

...I see. No wonder she went mad.

If any of us were robbed of something essential to who we were, it would drive us mad too.

...In that case, Erik, that leaves no room for doubt: you are the Berserker.

Instead of taking responsibility, you have abandoned it utterly. In your cruelty, you have chosen to sacrifice yourself and Christine in a spiral of mutual destruction.

And if that weren't enough, you have also sacrificed hundreds of lives along the way!

...And what are you going to do about that, Archer?

That's not up to me to decide. ...Master! Your orders!

Well said, Master! They must be defeated, or there will be no end to this madness!

...I see. You mean to stop me, do you? Very well then... Come with me, Christine!

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Our audience is still too small! Our accolades still too few in number! Your voice deserves to be heard by all for years and years to come!

Let's break them all, let's kill them all, let's fight them all, let's sing.

My song must be heard throughout the world, since this world is already coming to an end.

Their magical energy is surging. Get ready, Master! They're about to attack!

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Aah, her song... It stopped.

La... La... La... Ahh, I can no longer sing. At last, I don't have to sing anymore.

Wait... Did I want to sing? Or did I not want to sing?

Tell me, Erik. Was I summoned in order to sing?

Yes, Christine, you were. But now, that role is over. It's over.

It's all over. The curtain is about to fall on our stage.

Thank you, Christine. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. There is no one more beautiful than you.

I see. ...You're a liar, Erik.

...You're right. My love for you has long since been tarnished, yet I pretended not to notice.

I averted my eyes from this truth, and continued to drown in Shinjuku's desires.

What a fool I was. ...Master of Chaldea.

The League of Phantom Fiends is full of desire, much like how we sought out accolades.

One member seeks to exacerbate, another seeks glory. But one thing remains incomprehensible.

You, who stand above us allthe Archer. What in the world is it that YOU desire?

You are

Guh...!?

Emiya... You bastard!

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He burst...from the inside!?

You talk too much.

What kind of Berserker grieves at their own death, anyway?

If you're really broken, act like it and just die in misery.

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Searching for Spirit Origin... An inverted state, so an Alter... Class: Archer... Emiya!?

So, my Spirit Origin record's still around. But that doesn't change the fact that you're just my quarry.

I'll kill you all without a second thought, so don't complain too much when you're dead.

Hmm... Tell me, why did you kill him?

Tch. Some reason I shouldn't have?

A moron trying to monologue on his deathbed doesn't deserve pity.

Honestly...it feels weird just hearing you, of all people, ask me that.

I guess that's why you're only half of the real Archer of Shinjuku.

Yes, you've got me there.

Hm? Hang on. If you know who I really am, do you know my True Name?

Of course. A guy as famous as you? It'd be weirder if I didn't.

...Not that I'll be telling you.

Oh come now, don't be like that. Even a hint will suffice.

So that's the way your good side thinks, huh? Don't worry about it; it won't matter when you're dead.

Ngh!

Altria! Jeanne!

Another enemy Servant has shown up! Please hurry to Master and Archer immediately!

So the Berserker is gone? But...the Coloraturas still remain!

Ugh, I don't have time for this crap! I've got my hands full with these puppets!

No!

I hate to fight one battle after another, but it seems we have no choice! Master, your orders!

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No need for that.

What!?

Tch...!

Nice to meet you, Lord Emiya. I am Hassan of the Cursed Arm, an Assassin.

Forgive me for joining this side; I have my reasons.

Well well, so you got summoned too.

I'm surprised an Assassin would try to play hero instead of keeping to their usual dirty work.

If this is some kind of joke, it's not very funny, Hassan-i Sabbah.

It won't be much longer until those two escape from the Coloraturas and make their way here.

Perhaps it would be easier for you to make a retreat? Not that I'm obligated to warn you, of course.

Of course, if you wish to be torn open like the Berserker of Shinjuku, then by all means, ready your weapons.

In fact, go ahead. Take aim. Give me an excuse to bury you here and now.

...How irritating.

I don't much care for confusing situations like this, so I'll be taking my leave.

Besides, I really can't stand her!

Tch... One more second, and he would have been dead.

Dammit! Just another instant, and I could've burned his stupid scarred face off!

...So who're you? An enemy?

No, this man is an ally!

Good to see you again, Hassan! Um, assuming you remember us, of course.

My apologies, but I'm afraid I do not. However, I do know that my Spirit Origin sees you as friends.

So...an ally, eh.

Indeed. I am humbly at your service, Master.

Not at all. If I wish to save this world, I must save you as well.

Thank you, Master. But I'm afraid this is simply how I am.

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Well, we can all catch up later. Right now, we need to make our escape from Kabukicho!