Foreword: This chapter is actually an animated route, the original book is not something that happened overnight, but it is necessary to explain Ziggy's first appearance, but also to send out benefits, and to explain what kind of mentality Serenikai has towards Ah Fu, so it has been changed. The old rules, those who have seen it jump directly.

The cold tongue of Serenikai Eskol Thousand Trees was slowly roaming back and forth around the neck of the Black Rider.

"I said. ”

Astolfo was lying on the bed, his hands tightly tied with belts. The chain armor and part of the armor were removed, and the clothes on the chest were stripped off. The slender collarbone and snow-white skin are exposed. What a sensational gesture.

Serenichai pressed against Astolfo, her face flushed, her eyes moistened with lust as she stared at him. Staring into his eyes, his lips, his skin.

But Astolford's expression was neither shame nor bitterness, but consternation. As if tired of it, Astolfo spoke:

"Now, it's almost time to stop. ”

"No, I don't. Because your skin is so beautiful, you won't get tired of licking it all day. ”

"I'm tired of it. ”

"I'm in a good mood and that's enough. ”

Ahhh

Ever since he was summoned as a servant, his master has been playing with his body every day. The way she loves is simply perverse. Although she made her fingers and tongue slip and crawl on Astolford, she did not love it even once in the normal way.

To use an analogy, I feel as if I am being loved as a work of art. But not many people lick paintings and statues.

"It's really, so beautiful. "Oh," Serenikai exhaled with an exclamation.

In normal times, whether the person who said this was a man or a woman, he would be happy to come forward and hug him. But when she said this, she couldn't be happy.

Thankfully, her brain hadn't short-circuited enough to threaten her with a spell, but it would be hard to say if she survived the decisive battle. Since the spell is a type of magic, you can resist it with your magic skills. But even if it's A-level, I'm afraid there is only one stroke at most to disobey the order, and if you are given two orders, no matter what kind of order, you can only be helpless.

Until then, it would be helpful if you could rely on some proper commands to consume some spells

"Ahh Why can't you cut your body with a knife?"

What a dangerous statement.

"Of course, because I was summoned to fight...... Oh, it's almost time. ”

Good chance!!" Astolford thought, tearing his belt to pieces and standing up. Serenickay, who was pushed away, puffed out his cheeks in disbelief.

"I'm so disliked. ”

"It's not disgusting. ”

"According to legend, isn't Astolford a famous pervert?" (That's what motivated me to post this chapter.) ）

"It's not the same thing as that, yes. ”

Indeed, as she said, Astolfo was a perverted man. But in other words, he will only courting the woman he likes when he is free. Being forcibly persecuted by a woman, even if you are unwilling, there must be a limit.

And most importantly, the scent of death emanating from the magician Serenikai was too strong. Presumably, she has been covered in blood and organs since she was born. Even if spraying perfume and washing the body can get rid of the smell, "death" itself lingers.

There is a reason why Sereniket will stop at loving Astolford, the servant he has summoned, because of the absolute power gap. Since he is a heroic spirit, he is not an existence that can be swayed by violence. Another reason is that her mind as a magician has understood that she must mobilize her strength to the maximum before the Holy Grail battle is decided.

But, what about after it's over.

She had no confidence to suppress her desires. Presumably, she will use the Command Charm to violate, defile, and mark the indescribable and moving Heroic Spirit with shame.

In the second round of the battle around the Holy Grail of the Universal Wish Machine, she didn't think so. In Serenikai's opinion, as long as she can love Astolfo, she is already satisfied.

It's not so much "slightly" as the affection is "quite" distorted.

"I still have something to do, so I'm out of company. ”

Serenike lay on the bed, looking at Astolfo in a daze, who had hurriedly changed his clothes.

"Wait, you still want to go for a walk?"

"Ah, almost. ”

Hearing this ambiguous answer, Serenikai narrowed his eyes and smiled:

"You're not trying to shoot at people on the street, are you?"

"Just to have fun. Hey, it's rare to be in the world once, and it's okay before the battle begins, right?"

How could it be okay. The servants of the present world indulge in fun, which is equivalent to giving up their duties. But even if he reprimanded him, he wouldn't change it, Serenikai knew it very well. So she complained in a half-renunciated tone:

"It's a big deal. Darnick started a fire, and it was I who suffered. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. So, I'm out there!"

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Feel the strong swaying. The magic is expelled from the stripped nerves. The soul is melting, melting, dissolving. Obviously the consciousness is very clear, but he can't think. The weak instinct was speaking in grief, but to "him" it was just the slightest cry of a beast.

Can't know, can't think. It is completely impossible to construct logic. I can't assert myself, I can't even assert whether I'm alive or not.

Even so, since it exists on the earth (there), there are things that can be obtained. For example, intelligence, and time. As long as there is time to receive information and organize it, knowledge can be generated there. Knowledge, so that the hitherto unpredictable feeling into words.

- I'm alive.

Pure facts. It's a natural fact that even a crying baby can subconsciously understand, but until now, he hasn't been able to know what it means to be alive.

Time passes.

Get intel.

Get knowledge.

Ever since Realization, the cycle has been spinning at an abnormal speed. Originally, he was a creature created based on magic circuits. The comprehension of knowledge is quite amazing.

There are humans who come and go, there are companions who pass by, and there are monsters that pass by.

Humanity looks at itself indifferently. The companions looked at them with faint emotional eyes. The monsters' reactions are varied, ranging from those who are uninterested, to those who stare in grief, to those who are interested in wanting to find out.

Even so, nothing has changed. The cycle of intelligence and knowledge just goes on and on.

Knowledge that is as cluttered as a tattere is now organized, sorted, and neatly stacked like books in a library. But the more information from the outside world is stored, the more heart-rending feeling feels in my chest.

He subconsciously chose to ignore it and continued to gather more intelligence. But the more he collected, the more he understood, the more he couldn't ignore that feeling.

If you convert your own heart into a numerical value, "that" accounts for sixty percent. Even if something that can no longer be ignored is placed in front of your eyes, you still keep what you choose.

This must not be dismissed as an act of lack of courage. After all, the so-called lack of courage is based on an understanding of what it means to act with courage. He didn't understand that it was cowardice. It's just that I will inadvertently choose to ignore it.

- Fate is circulating. Transform, twist, and go berserk.

In front of him, there stood a human and a monster. No matter which side it is, it is a character who has passed in front of him countless times.

The name of the party (code) is remembered as Roger or Master.

And the other party, called the caster, or the teacher.

"Let's try to weave it into a magic circuit. ”

Listening to Caster's words, Roger nodded and replied:

"So, let's use the androids over here. ”

He scrutinized the content of the conversation. Magic Circuits – To use magic, it is an indispensable mimetic nerve. It is on this axis that they form their bodies. So, what does it mean to be codified?

There was a chill in the spinal cord, like worms crawling back and forth. This is a definite fate that cannot be wronged.

Use the android on this side - use, in other words, consume. If used, while you get something, something will disappear.

Ever since it was cast, no matter what the circumstances, it has maintained a certain number of heartbeats, and just because of the conversation that lasted less than a minute, it was intensely turbulent.

and Roger, the two of them have had many conversations about the Golem. It's not so much an artificial life, but a mechanical puppet built through magic and earth and stone. The reason for the magic circuit is to create a golem that can weave magic.

Creation comes with consumption. If it is a "golem that uses magic" that is created, then it must be an "artificial person with a magic circuit" that is consumed.

He finally understood the truth of the cold cold.

Consumption is annihilation, and extinction is "death". Even if you know this, you can't understand it.

"First of all, let's use about three first. Uh-huh, this, this, and this."

I was pointed. The brightly colored death pinched him tightly as if it was going to suffocate his heart. Sixty percent of what he has ignored is sternly declared.

You're going to die. He had been sealed in this mana supply tank since he was born, and now everything was going to be consumed meaninglessly, for the trivial reason of being "targeted by extreme chance".

The two of them gradually departed. He was sure that he had some time to hesitate before he died.

Despair is coming. What I have always chosen to ignore is this, this is it. There is no meaning to create at all, and even the meaning of existence has not yet been activated.

Obviously, he couldn't cry or regret it. He could only stare blankly with his empty pupils.

No, is that really the case?

He thought, thinking desperately. Is it true that you can't do anything? Isn't it true that you're just blindly convinced that you can't do anything? In fact, you're doing things that other androids can't.

At least, I got the information myself, thought about it, drew conclusions, and was afraid of it. I've already done so much.

So, a little bit more, a little bit bit further.

It was only a pure coincidence that "he" would sprout into himself in the tank that provided magic to the Servant, and that he was designated by pure chance.

However, when the two overlap, they have the same weight as fate.

- Get moving.

For the first time in my life, I moved a finger. He struggled to move his hands, clenched his fists, and raised his arms.

- Get moving.

Check the condition again. He understood that he was being enclosed in an emerald green preservation solution in order for the magic to be supplied efficiently. For the time being, put aside the meaning of existence that has not yet been activated, and figure out the purpose at hand. You have to get out of here, right now.

- Get moving!

He waved his arms and banged frantically against the tempered glass. But he immediately understood that this was a pointless act and gave up. The physical impact of oneself is impossible to break this piece of glass.

He pondered for a moment, scanning his own magic circuit. Absorbing the mana in the atmosphere and providing it to the servant in order to manifest him, he is ready to activate the circuit.

—Strasse/Gain. ”

Cut off the supply. Use the language you know to drive your own mystery. The desired result is destruction, allowing the hands to come into contact with the tempered glass. The magic that had already flowed into the body caught and released its destination, and immediately rushed to the palm of the hand.

I grasp what kind of mineral the glass you touch is. The magic deteriorates and can be destroyed with the most appropriate and minimal force. His hands were filled with light, and with only a faint force like a light woodblock, he smashed the tempered glass to pieces.

Immediately, the body fell outward. Try to connect with the world that should be isolated. Despite the shattered glass tearing through his back, he fell to the pathway, the present world.

It's uncomfortable, there's something wrong. My chest is stuffy, and I want to open my mouth but I can't open it.

His mouth was pressed by something like a respirator. Peel it off and take a deep breath again.

"Ahh

Choked violently. A burning pain in the throat. Inhaling gas with a strong odor caused a spasmodic pain in the lungs.

You have to run away. Hurry, as fast as possible!

The target has decided and wants to stand up - only to find that the act of "standing up" has not yet permeated the whole body. Weakly trying to get up, but falling in embarrassment. Can't walk at all. Crawl on the ground with both hands to get your body moving.

Advance a tiny distance. Be calm, he said to himself as he propped up his elbows to stand up his upper body. Feet on the ground. The fragile ankle screamed - he slowly straightened his knee, ignoring it.

Then, that step was taken.

Every time you step on the ground, gravity kicks in. There was always the pain of being pressed by someone, and the sticky liquid was very unpleasant.

The breathing finally began to calm down, but he didn't know what to do. Clearly, just yourself will die here.

A groan was heard. Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. After going through so much suffering, all you get is a few steps away.

Walking, escaping from this place—a sense of futility welled up in my heart, as if I had given my whole life for this trivial act. He scolded his decadent self and devoted himself to the "walking" work.

There was a faint moan from behind him, and he tried his best to suppress the urge to turn back. He knew what that moaning meant. Ignore it, and that's all you can do. In contrast, only moving forward is everything now.

He leaned against the wall, walking in his mind. Before I knew it, I had moved from the room I had been in to the stone-covered hallway. Blood kept pouring out of his feet. My baby-like feet finally stepped on the earth for the first time just now. A small stone can easily tear the skin.

The blood is flowing. The pain hits. The amount of information, which is very different from when it was soaked in the solution, rubs violently in the brain. Due to the thick atmosphere, the lungs are always in oppressive pain.

How far can a body that is supposed to be designed to walk be able to walk? He understood that he could no longer walk, so he crouched down weakly.

Weak breathing, a beating heart, a body completely unfit for life, not only walking, but even standing were rejected by them. Lack of overwhelming heat, the front ends of the hands and feet become cold. Blurred vision, fading voices, unable to think logically, can only despair of the approaching death.

- What a meaningless life. What a meaningless existence.

Born meaninglessly, died meaninglessly. All I have to do is tremble at the cruel truth.

Boredom, I don't know what I'm tired of, in short, I'm extremely irritable. Very scared to close my eyes. I always feel like once I do that, I will never wake up again. Fear of sleep, fear of being imprisoned by darkness, fear of the world. The only thing that is not scary is yourself. Because, I have nothing. Nothing has ever been owned, nothing has been inscribed. Colorless and transparent, that's all I have to ——。

“……？”

Inadvertently, my heart was shocked.

He discovers that there is something other than himself around him. When exactly did he come to him? His brain was so confused that he refused to even know who was next to him.

The sight caught him. He knew by feeling that he was being seen. Although he thought he had to escape, he couldn't do it anyway. The body huddled in fear. The silence, as if it was going to crush him, made his heart pound even unbearable. At this time—

"What's wrong with you, you get a cold like this?"

The words that came were not contempt like tearing the body apart. Just warm words of concern for his body.

He reflexively raised his head, and his eyes met.

Gasped slightly. I had seen that face once. He grimaced as he glanced at one of his monsters. If memory serves, his name is Rider.

"You're going to catch a cold?"

Rider smiled and repeated the phrase. But I didn't know what words to use to respond to him. However, he was waiting for his own answer, which he knew alone.

Subconsciously, he muttered something in a hoarse voice. Unable to seem to hear clearly, Rider leaned his face over and tilted his ears sideways.

Nothing is known. What to believe, what to do, not to know, not to know, not to know anything——。

Disconnection of consciousness. It seemed as if he had fainted, and he became scared when he understood it so well. Just walking is so painful. Still, I want to continue to live............ From the bottom of his heart, he prayed.

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Astolfo found a crouching teenager in the passage of the Stronghold.

What to do?

"In short, he must be saved", this matter has long been determined in his heart. What he was thinking about was what to do, in fact, how to save the teenager.

"Let's move him out for now. ”

As soon as he decides what to do, he moves extremely quickly.

Astolfo took off his cloak and wrapped the boy around his shoulders, he was a slender hero. But it's no problem to carry a human at all.

However, he immediately wondered where to move the boy.

The room he was assigned to was not to be discussed, because every few hours, the Lord Serenikhai would call him out. Even if it is a servant summoned by himself, is it a bit too stubborn to be so stubborn, Astolford thought.

"Lord Rider. ”

Hearing himself called, Astolfo turned his head. Two androids are staring at themselves and the boy they are carrying with their emotionless pupils.

"Mistress Caster is looking for an escaped android. Do you have any clues?"

"Nope. ”

At a speed of a few tenths of a second, he made an answer that did not even show any signs of thinking.

The android cast a glance at the boy being carried, but left a "yes" and turned away.

"You have to come on~"

Astolfo thanked him and waved goodbye to the departing artificials.

I don't know what happened, but if Caster was chasing the android, it would be even more difficult to save him. He wanted to talk to someone, but Saber never talked to him, so he didn't know what his personality was, Berserker never cared about androids - in other words, he probably wouldn't chase after him or lend a hand, and the Assassin had a good relationship with him and was a good person, but he didn't return.

In this way, there is only one servant left to rely on.

Astolfo came to Caron's room and knocked on the door to announce his visit.

"Archer, I'm a rider, is there anyone in the room?"

"Rider? No, not one. ”??

That's good, Astolford said as he opened the door. Seeing the young man he was carrying on his shoulder, Charon immediately sensed something and led the two to the bedside.

"This is the android that Caster is chasing. ”

"I think so. ”

Astolfo placed the cyborg on the bed and temporarily stripped off his cape. After wiping his filthy body with a towel from the considerate Caron, he put on a borrowed robe for him. The boy's expression was full of pain, and his breathing was slightly short.

"Archer, you know a lot about medicine, don't you? ”

"Understood. ”

Charon picked up his unconscious hand, took his pulse, and then pressed his hand to his heart. He used his eyes as an archer to observe the body of an artificial man in detail.

"It looks like the magic circuit is almost going away. Because of the magic that was performed while breaking the glass, I thought that maybe the remaining magic was rioting in the veins. ”

"Overwork?"

"I'm afraid, he was born and never walked once. It was the first time that I had even stood up on my own. ”

"So, is he a newborn baby?"

Originally, an artificial human was a living being that could animate from the moment it was cast. If it is a perfectly constructed android, it will not die due to its lifespan. However, perhaps due to the distortion of the birth itself, androids often have many physical defects.

Perhaps this android was born physically weak. Probably because he was produced for supply, not for combat. Although he has a first-class magic circuit, he doesn't have the body to make use of it.

If you perform magic, even if the circuit can withstand it, the physical body cannot.

"As long as you don't use it, it's fine, right?"

"It should be. But even so, it is very difficult to live seriously. I'm afraid I can only save three years of life."

The room was surrounded by silence. Three years, in the face of this too cruel voice, even Astolfo hung his shoulders.

After a while, Astolfo opened his mouth and broke his inhibitions.

"I'm sorry for soiling your bed. ”

"It doesn't matter. I'll ask you a question, though. Why do you want to save him?"

Listening to Charon's inquiry, Astolford answered without hesitation.

"Because I want to save him. ”

There was no momentum in his words. Just because I want to save it, I go to save it. Simple and natural. Because of this, this is an act that is difficult for anyone other than Astolford to do.

"Caster looks like he's chasing him?"

"Ahaha, who cares about him. Astolfo smiled and raised his hands into the air.

Although Caron sighed, he also thought that his judgment must be correct.

Yes, it is important to win on the battlefield, but the status quo does not fall into a dilemma where you will forget the duty of the Heroic Spirit. Saving him and letting him go, this should be allowed and should be done, right??

"I'll leave the room for a moment. No one should come, and even if someone knocks on the door, don't respond. ”

"Thank you. So, let me stay for a moment. ”

Just as he was about to leave the room, Charon suddenly asked Astolford:

"Do you want to take responsibility to the end?"

Astolford, who was questioned like this, cast his gaze at the artificial man sleeping on the bed. He remembered the weight of his body on his shoulders, which was desperately light. The trembling arms that covered their heads were as thin as dead wood. I can't even walk with confidence.、That innate vulnerability.。

Even if you successfully escape from this fortress, it is difficult to say whether you will survive or not. To be responsible means to be responsible for his life. But unfortunately, I couldn't accompany him for three years. Even if you want to be accompanied, the Holy Grail War won't last that long. So, to what extent do you have to save him - in order to respond to his desire to "want to help"?

Astolford didn't know. When you don't know, you should do what you want, and you have already decided this. Protect him and help him fulfill his will.

"I'm going to help him until I approve of it. I will not abandon him. ”

As soon as Charon left the room, Astolfo put his hand on the android's forehead and whispered:

"Get up. You've been awake for a long time, haven't you?"

Hearing this, the android opened his eyes, staggered his upper body, and stared at Astolfo with his swaying pupils. It's like a little creature with nowhere to run, Astolford thought.

"Yikes. ”

Astolfo first tried to say hello, but all he got was silence.

"That, ah. ”

“……”

"Forget it, what should I say, hmm......"

“……”

Astolford tilted his head. After a moment's hesitation, Astolfo wrapped his arms around the android's head and folded it to his chest. Astolfo kept it that way and said:

"You get the idea, there's no guy here who is going to hurt you. In order to fulfill your wish, I am only here now. ”

“……？”

Don't understand. What Astolfo is talking about, the androids cannot understand. It's not that words can't be understood, it's that Astolford's will can't be understood.

"Tell me what you want"

Astolford whispered in his ear.

The android began to think. Wishes, wishes, wishes—after all, do you have the right to turn your wishes into words?

I don't have any power, I don't have any possessions, I don't have all the history of all deposits. It's just a device that supplies magic power, but I even gave up this task.

However, in that case, he still has a desire that is not commensurate with his identity. It was a wish hidden in his body, a dream. He never thought it would be possible. However, it should be okay just to say that, he judged.

Open your mouth. Use of vocal organs that have hardly been used to date. Even though it was painful homework, he reluctantly said "wish".

"Please help, save me. ”

Astolfo, who heard this wish, replied in a brisk tone:

"Got it. I'll save you. ”

It's so fast that it even makes people wonder if he's thought about it. Incredibly, the android looked at Astolford's face with such thoughts. Astolfo smiled unreservedly.

"You said, 'Please help me,' didn't you? Don't look at me like this, I'm a heroic spirit too. I think I'll save you anyway. ”

Will he save himself, will he grant his wishes, can he trust him?

No, it's not. I wanted to believe in him, and the android prayed.

For this android, the first thing he encountered was the Black Rider, the seamless warrior and Astolford, how lucky he was.

Astolfo puffed out his chest and said:

"Okay, okay, what should I do to save you, let's think about it first. Ah, don't think it's better to leave it all to me. After all, when it comes to lack of thinking and judgment, there is no one like me Astolfo!"

The cyborg's eyes widened and he accepted Astolford's words. His innocence, which even makes him stupidly suspicious of his reliability, has a heart-warming emotion that makes people feel good.

On this day, fate began to move forward.

PS: On this day, boy meet girl, eeee... boy？