The Devil Of Probability-Chapter 47: The Fifth Act Of Judgement

It is a bad idea to let a warrior such as Saber experience emotions, don’t you think? As I have mentioned before, she is my warrior half through and through.

She thinks, fights, and survives like one. She raids shelters for food, takes nobility in dying on the battlefield — and enjoys the feeling of death creeping on her.

All of this is a contradiction to what she should be, an emotionless shell. However, when this ability of Judgement is at play, she can be more than this.

Oh, how splendid she must’ve felt. In human words, it’s like discovering a part of yourself you never knew existed. This psychotic Saber is the result of what would happen if she had emotions.

Do not worry, I, Iscaria, am nothing like this myself. But yes, I guess in my full form, I did enjoy a decent battle. Still, the level at which I did so was different.

The difference between Saber and me is the sun and the moon. However, when combined, we shall create a beautiful eclipse. I believe that is a fitting way to put it.

Now, our battle between recognition, amplification, and contradiction must continue.

Saber tapped the tip of her toes against the ground, ignoring the witch altogether. If a singular word had to be used to determine what she felt in this moment, it would be "Freedom."

"Ah, yes. This is much more amusing."

Saber turned to the elderly woman with a smirk on her face, her multi-colored eyes shining. It was as if she were a demon taken physical form, her eyes remaining bloodshot.

"If I activated the Signature within my blade, I would be able to cut down a pathetic concept such as this. But why would I want to do that? I haven’t had this much fun in eons!"

"Please, no more."

"No more?! Hahaha! Let me enjoy my hunt!"

Before the witch realized it, Saber bolted forward, running across the city in mere seconds.

"Where is she? Where is your Master?!"

The buildings around her began to encage her, causing Saber’s grin to widen. Within moments, these buildings became piles of stone and dirt.

Glass began to break before she touched it, sound arrived later than usual, and every step she took echoed.

The streets themselves started to shift, creating abnormal structures. It was as if the universe itself was trying to stop Saber from achieving this goal.

The witch followed in close pursuit, gliding across the sky behind Saber. What first started as the buildings trying to stop her shifted to them attempting to murder her.

"It’s futile!"

All Saber had to do was think the opposite of what she wanted to happen, and it would come to fruition. The buildings disappeared entirely, leaving a blank space for Saber to search.

In the corner of her eye, she could see Jeanne, but the buildings appeared again in mere moments. This only caused Saber’s laugh to accelerate, and so did her speed.

Unsheathing her sword from her palm once more, she cut down the buildings. The azure-blue blade glowed a deep-sea blue. Each building was cut down, her speed ramping up with every slice.

Eventually, she became so fast that her own body was shredding itself. Saber did not care for this — she reveled in it. In a few moments, most of the building had been turned to scraps and was covered in Saber’s rotting flesh.

The witch put all of her efforts into stopping Saber’s actions, but no matter how hard she tried, Saber would destroy it in an instant.

Whether it be regenerating a building, or wishing for her to stop — Saber made sure to obliterate her hopes.

It was clear that the more she destroyed, the more pleasure she found.

Anger filled the witch, every building returning to its original form with a scream that shattered the sound barrier.

In the end, this was all put to waste. Saber had already found which building Jeanne was located in. However, instead of going directly for Jeanne, she went for the witch.

"I’ve grown tired of your passive nonsense! Fight me, you cowardly faker!"

Saber arms were cut off as she attempted to call her blade out, blood gushing out like a broken faucet. This did not stop her; she summoned it from her mouth and grabbed it by the teeth.

The witch motioned her body to dodge the incoming attacks, shifting her torso through the air. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Saber spun in a circle, following through with all of the motion she had gathered.

The next second, the attack connected, and a clean cut appeared on a woman. This woman, however, was not the witch.

It was Jeanne.

Saber was now in a minimalist bunker, falling to the ground with a laugh. She kicked about, seeing the slash starting from Jeanne’s shoulder, to her left hip.

"How amusing! Hahaha! Your own ability killed you! Haha!"

Saber’s arms regenerated, and she grabbed her sword off the floor. The blind girl fell to her knees, ultimately accepting her defeat.

"What’s your name?" Saber asked.

"Jeanne."

"Your full name."

"...Jeanne d’Arc."

Saber glided the deep-sea blue blade to her neck, a grin appearing on her face.

"You are strong for a reincarnate."

"Thank—"

Jeanne’s head was cut clean off. It rolled across the floor, landing just short of five meters away from Saber. Returning to normal, Saber looked down at the blood-soaked sword.

It returned to its original azure-blue color, and Saber felt a twinge of disappointment that quickly dissipated.

"It has come to an end."

She walked to the head, slicing it open with a grunt. In an instant, Saber was back to her usual emotionless self.

"Such a shame. That was a... very, very enthusiastic feeling."

Instead of eating Jeanne’s brain by itself, this time, Saber cut it into pieces. After these pieces were small enough, she stacked them on top of each other and pierced each of them with Absence-slayer.

"Is this correct?"

In truth, Saber was too caught up in her emotions during the fight. With Jeanne now gone, her ability no longer existed. She had wished to experience this feeling for longer and to fight the ability.

But to think it would rather kill itself than fight her is absurd. With a click of her tongue, Saber kicked Jeanne’s body.

"Useless."

She said as she bit into the makeshift skewer.