Yan Feng Qili closed the door and quietly looked at Yan Feng Lizheng who was walking in front.

This man is his own father, and his father is the one who gave birth to himself.

I am his son, and the son should listen to his father and honor his father.

This is the message I have learned from my education, that other human beings can feel happy from the love and affection of father and son, and I want to feel it.

However, it failed.

I didn't feel anything, and for me, the man Feng Lizheng only had a specific title of "father". For me, there is no difference between calling him "Father" and calling him "Lizheng".

Am I not doing well enough?

I listened to my father even more, and did my best in everything that my father commanded, and did my best in everything that ordinary people would get satisfaction from, in the hope that one day I could get the "emotion" that I had never felt before.

However, it did not work. It's not useful at all.

What fills my heart is still the unspeakable emptiness. The world is still like a membrane for me, and even though I am in it, I can never touch it.

To this day, I have learned what anger is.

The diaphragm became much thinner in an instant, and it was vaguely enough to touch the world behind it.

In this way, when I learned about the existence of the man in Emiya Kiritsugu, the inexplicable impulse in my heart was "joy", right?

So for the feelings above that, more wonderful feelings, Yan Feng Lizheng, my father, please

Go to hell.

"Father, is there anyone spying on this church?"

Yan Fengli and Yan Fengqili were standing face to face on both sides of the priest's usual preaching table, and the man who was gradually walking towards the abyss asked.

Not knowing that his son had awakened his distorted self, Yan Fengli replied seriously:

"Nope. As a neutral zone, this place is guaranteed to be inviolable, and any Master who wants to interfere with this place will be advised by the church, which means that they can rest assured. ”

In the end, although he was old but still strong, the priest sighed a little tiredly, in order to help his old friend Shichen get the Holy Grail, he has been laying out these days, using Assassin's ability to hide people's eyes and ears, so that Yan Fengli, who has always been straightforward, feels haggard.

"Just in case, you can't be negligent, and you have to arrange someone here at any time. ”

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Yan Feng Qili turned his head and looked at the empty church, as if he was explaining something to someone.

"Yes. Yes, sir. ”

A slightly muffled female voice rang out out of thin air, and dark smoke gathered from the void, turning into a hunter in the shadows to answer the master's commands.

"How many people are there watching the scene?"

"As far as I can tell, there are four kinds of demons with different breaths. ”

Yan Fengli closed his eyes and said to his son.

"The day before yesterday, it was confirmed that the last Servant, Caster, had appeared, and all the Servants of this Holy Grail War should have arrived. ”

Yan Feng Qili's eyes narrowed, and he should have muttered with some dissatisfaction: "Is there one missing?" ”

The young priest withdrew his gaze from the Assassin and muttered to himself:

"I wanted to be seen by all the masters as much as possible."

The black smoke that coalesced into the Assassin reappeared, and a calm male voice spoke its own analysis of the current situation.

"Judging from the current situation, monitoring the mansion of the Gosan family is already a natural strategy for the Master. ”

"If it's an opponent who doesn't even make these preparations, we Assassins won't be wary, and we won't even know which family that Berserker belongs to. ”

The man who was sitting in the chair where the believers listened to the priest's admonition, the man biting his thumb laughed strangely.

"Behind the Masters who think Assassin has been eliminated and take it lightly"

The third short Assassin, who was beyond common sense, appeared and said triumphantly

"""""""" we will be the true shadows of the Shadow Heroes!""""""""

Dozens of Assassins emerged from the black smoke, announcing the glory and pride of the old man of the mountain to the Master.

Yan Fengli was scanning the Assassins in different forms, and said proudly:

"Then the war officially began. ”

He paused, and his voice sounded again with anticipation and calmness.

"It's finally time to begin, the Fourth Holy Grail War. This time, I was finally able to witness the miracle with my own eyes. ”

Yan Feng Qili lowered his head slightly, and his bangs covered the flickering candlelight, casting a shadow on his face, making it impossible to see what kind of expression the priest was at the moment.

He walked behind Yan Feng Lizheng, leaned down as if he wanted to hug his dear father, and whispered in the old priest's ear:

"No, father, you can't see it. ”

"Poof. ”

In the center of the sacred church, under the gaze of the crucified Jesus Christ and the ancient heroes, Yan Fengqili did not hesitate to pierce his father's chest with the black key, his expression still flat and determined.

The sound of the sharp blade piercing flesh was amplified by the silence, and the old priest looked at the half-cut black key peeking out of his left chest in disbelief, his tone full of doubt, as if he didn't understand what was happening.

"What is this?"

Yan Feng Qili indifferently withdrew the black key, allowing his father to collapse to the ground weakly. Blood was now gushing out from the wounds that had been blocked by the blades, and the strong heart of the martial artist was manifesting its strength in another way.

The contracted atrium was endowed with powerful kinetic energy, and a stream of hot blood splashed on Yan Feng Qili's face, making his resolute expression a little more hideous.

The dying priest looked at his proudest and most trusted son, and the light of life in his eyes slowly dimmed.

"Why?"

Yan Feng Qili crouched down and stared at his father, his empty eyes looking directly into the eyes of the old priest.

"Is that the case?"

Yan Fengli finally saw the essence of his son, lost his previous perseverance, and cried out in pain.

It turns out that the firmness I have always thought is actually empty.

It turns out that the intelligence I always thought was confusing.

It turned out that his son was like this

"Such a pitiful gift. ”

Yan Fengli was crying loudly, weeping bitterly over the suffering of her son over the years.

In the last moments of his life, he was not angry at his son's betrayal, he was not resentful that he took his own life. Rather, he is grieving and regretting the torture that this child has already suffered and is about to suffer.

Looking at his father who was crying bitterly, Yan Fengqili's expression still did not change, but the originally empty eyes gradually lit up, and a layer of water appeared, and the man like steel couldn't stop crying, but he didn't even have the mood to wipe it with his sleeve.

"Ahh

Yan Feng Qili covered his chest with one hand, and tightly grasped Yan Fengli's weak palm with the other hand, sighing.

"Is this happiness?"

It was the first time that the priest, who had drawn an unknown twisted pleasure from the suffering of ordinary people, had tasted such emotions for the first time in tears, moved by the supreme joy.

"That's amazing!"

Yan Feng Lizheng's flame of life was finally extinguished, and even the Eight Extremes Fist Grandmaster couldn't support it for long under the injury that pierced his heart. Squatting next to his father's corpse, looking at the sadness, remorse and pity fixed on Yan Feng Lizheng's face, the monster awakened from Yan Feng Qili's body felt a trace of dissatisfaction and resentment.

"But why don't you resent it?"

A feeling of hatred for iron and steel emerged from the bottom of his heart, and Yan Feng Qili looked at the dead old priest with some dissatisfaction, but the expression on his face was still flat.

"Anger, resentment, if you do this, if you do this"

Although his expression remained unchanged, the left hand holding Yan Fengli's palm that was gradually getting cold unconsciously used force.

"Am I going to get more pleasure?"