Let's tell a man's story. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The story of a man who is more idealistic than anyone else.,And therefore more desperate than anyone else.。。

That man's dreams were simple.

I hope that everyone in this world can be happy, and I have been praying for this from the bottom of my heart.

This is a childish ideal that every teenager once dreamed of, but when he understands the cruelty of reality, he will give up and abandon it.

Happiness of all kinds, comes at the cost of sacrifice. All children learn this simple truth as they grow up.

But this man is different.

Maybe he was stupider than anyone else, maybe there was something wrong with his mind, or maybe he was the kind of person who could be called a saint because he had a destiny that was beyond common sense.

When he realized that all life in this world was on the balance of "sacrifice" and "redemption", and that one side could never be left empty, .......

From that day on, he was determined to be the ruler of the scales.

If you want to reduce the sadness and resentment in the world more definitely and effectively, there is only one way.

Even if there is only one person, in order to save the one with the most people, the one with the few people is sacrificed.

It is the act of killing the few in order to survive the many.

Because the more he saves, the better he is at killing.

His hands were stained with layers of blood, but he never flinched.

Whether the means are justified or not;

Men only want to be selfless and unselfish.

There is no miscalculation of the amount of life.

A life is not divided into high and low, young or old, it is just a quantitative unit.

Men save lives without discrimination;

By the time he found out, however, it was too late.

Valuing all life equally also means that there is no love for anyone.

If he had taken this iron to heart earlier, perhaps there would have been a way to be saved.

If he had froze his young mind earlier, made it necrotic, and made himself a bloodless and tearless measuring machine, perhaps he would have been able to choose the living and the dead coldly for the rest of his life, without having to worry about it.

But this man is different.

The joyful smiles of others satisfied his soul, and the painful voices of others shook his spirit.

Seeing that other people's grievances can't be complained about and accompanying anger, and seeing someone shed lonely tears, you can't help but reach out and wipe them for them.

Although he pursues a dream that transcends the common sense of the world, he retains too much humanity.

I don't know how many times, this contradiction torments men.

Sometimes it's friendship, sometimes it's romance.

Even if the scales were on the scales between a life he loved and countless other strange lives, he would not make a mistake—he had never made a mistake since waking up from the nightmare of the lost crush of his youth.

It is precisely because he falls in love with someone else that he will treat that person's life as equal, cherish it the same, and give it up in the same way.

He always met important people again and again, and lost them again and again.

The father who raised him.

The adoptive mother who accompanied him in his teenage years.

Then, there was his beloved wife.

He had known that he would lose her, his dream was too far away for humans alone to realize, and if it could only be achieved by pinning on a "miracle" known as the "Universal Wishing Machine", and to achieve this miracle, a sacrifice must be sacrificed, and that was her wife, which he had known since the two met nine years ago.

I have been shaken, I have regretted, I have suffered, but these are too small compared to the happiness of all mankind.

He believed so much that when he heard that the only "miracle" that would have made his dream true had long been shattered, he was on the verge of collapse, but he held on to the last glimmer of hope, hoping that everyone was lying to him, hoping that they were mistaken.

With this in mind, he jumped into the contents that overflowed from the "Holy Grail".

Confused, his vision shifting, he saw a dream.

In the dream, his wife was beside him, snuggling up to him with a gentle smile, standing with him on the top of the corpse mountain.

"I knew you were coming, and I'm sure you'll get here. ”

"Ellie—no, who are you? What is this place?"

Although the woman in front of him was exactly the same as his wife, he knew that it was not his wife.

Not only because the woman wears black clothes that her wife never wears, but also because her temperament is completely different from that of her wife.

"This is where your wish comes true, the inner side of the Holy Grail you've been seeking. ”

The woman replied happily.

The man was speechless, looking around.

The black mud is like a sea of activity.

Everywhere were hills of decaying corpses, slowly sinking into a sea of black mud.

The sky was red, as red as blood. In the midst of the black mud rain, the dark sun supported the sky.

The wind blowing is a curse and a moan.

If you want to use words as a metaphor, here ...... Isn't that hell?

"You say...... This is the Holy Grail?"

"yes. But don't be afraid, because it's like an illusory dream with no physical body, just waiting for the moment of birth. ”

The woman pointed to the sky and gestured to the man.

The man mistook it for the sun, and in the center of the black world that swirled in the sky was actually a "hole" in the sky, filled with endless deep darkness, as if it were about to crush everything.

"That's the Holy Grail. It's not yet incorporeal, but the entire container is full, so it's just a matter of saying your wish. Regardless of the kind of wish it receives, it will choose the right form to fulfill it. Once the entity is obtained in this way, it can go 'outside'. ”

“……”

"Come, so please hurry up and give it "form". You are the one who is qualified to give it ideas, so tell the Holy Grail your wishes. ”

The man looked at the terrifying "hole", which ordinary humans would never tolerate and asked the question again.

“…… Who are you? Why are you pretending to be my wife? ”

The man asked the woman in front of him with anger suppressing fear.

"I'm Alice Phil, and you can think of me as Alice Phil. ”

The man pulled out his most trusty magic dress, a rifle-capable pistol, and pointed it at the woman.

"Stop talking nonsense, answer quickly. ”

Facing the muzzle full of murderous intent, the woman in black smiled lonely, as if she felt sorry for him because the man forced him to ask such a trivial matter.

"You're right. I can't deny that it's a mask. If I don't put an existing personality on my 'shell', I can't communicate with others. In order to convey my hope to you, I can only pretend to be like this. She is the closest person to you, and I choose to borrow her shell. ”

Men comprehend not theoretically, but intuitively.

This existence that exists "inside the Holy Grail" and claims to be "no one" is-

"—you're the Holy Grail... will?"

"Yes, you're not wrong to explain that. ”

Something that looks exactly like a man's wife nodded in satisfaction. But on the other hand, the more unsettling confusion made the man's brow furrow tighter and tighter.

"It can't be. The Holy Grail is only pure 'power', it cannot have any consciousness at all. ”

"It may have been true before, but now it's different. I have a will and a will. My wish is 'I want to be born into this world.'" ”

"How could it be ......"

Strange, so weird.

If what she said was true. Then this is not the "wishing machine" that men have always longed for and can do whatever they want.

"—If you have the will, then I ask you. How does the Holy Grail intend to fulfill my wishes?"

The woman tilted her head sideways, revealing a puzzled expression. It felt as if the man had asked something very incredible.

"This kind of thing - you should know better than anyone, don't you?"

“…… You say, what?"

"Your very existence is infinitely close to the Holy Grail, so even if you are connected to me now, you can remain rational. If it was ordinary, he would have already broken down when he came into contact with those black muds. ”

"Didn't you already know how to save the world? So I will follow your previous practice, accept your ideas, and fulfill your wishes. ”

"What are you talking about?"

Kiritsugu didn't understand. Because he didn't want to understand it that way anyway.

"Answer me, what the hell is the Holy Grail for, what will happen if that thing comes into this world!?"

"Then it's up to you to ask your heart. ”

The thin white palm covered the man's eyes, and the world turned into darkness—

On the sea there are two ships.

There were 300 people on one ship, 200 people on the other, a total of 500 passengers and you, and assuming that these 501 people were the last survivors of humanity.

Then please answer.

"There is a large hole in the bottom of both ships at the same time that cannot be repaired, and only you have the ability to repair the ship, but while you repair one ship, the other ship will sink. Which ship will you build?"

“…… Of course, a boat with three hundred people on board. The man replied without hesitation.

"As soon as you decide to do this, two hundred men from another ship will hold you and ask you, 'Fix our ship first.'" What should I do?"

"This ......"

Before he could say anything, an M950 submachine gun appeared in Kiritsugu's hand.

The gun was like an automaton, spewing fire from its muzzle. The man just stared stunned.

Every bullet that came out of the gun killed four people, and in the blink of an eye, two hundred people were killed.

—Correct answer. That's you. ”

The man watched in a daze as the ship carrying a shipload of corpses sank into the sea, and he felt that the corpses that had fallen to the ground on the deck all seemed to have familiar faces.

The three hundred surviving men abandoned their broken ships and boarded two new ships to continue sailing. This time it was two hundred on one ship, one hundred on the other. But both ships had a large hole in the bottom at the same time. ”

"Hey......" The man faintly felt that something was wrong.

"A hundred people on a small boat kidnap you and force you to repair their ship first. Okay, what to do?"

"It's... But..."

Without waiting for the man to answer, a white light flashed, and a bomb exploded, and a hundred people became algae chips on the bottom of the sea. That's how men do things. Just like the actions he used to repeat, he went to kill.

—Correct answer. ”

"That's not right...... No way!"

Where is this correct.

Two hundred remnants. For the sake of these two hundred, three hundred died. In this way, the hands of the scales are reversed.

"No, there was no error in the calculation. It is true that you sacrifice the minority to save the majority. Let's take a look at the next question. ”

The game administrator continued, completely ignoring the man's protests.

A hundred and twenty and eighty were placed on the scales, and the men tortured and killed the eighty.

Then there were eighty and forty, and the man heard the screams of the forty before they died. Every face was familiar, the people he had killed with his own hands in the past.

Sixty and twenty --

Twenty-five and fifteen – multiple-choice questions are kept going;

The number of victims is increasing, and the mountains of corpses are accumulating.

"It's... Is there something you want me to see?"

The man was sick to his stomach at this low-level game, and he asked the thing that called itself the 'Will of the Holy Grail'.

"Yes, that's your truth, the answer from Emiya Kiritsugu's heart, that is, the wish that the Holy Grail must fulfill as a wish machine. ”

"No!" cried the man whose hands were dyed bright red.

"That's not what I want! I wish there was something else...... So I can only rely on 'miracles' ......"

"What you don't know can't be contained in your desires. If you wish to save the world, you can only do so in the way you already know. ”

"What are you kidding! This ...... What kind of miracle is it!?"

"It's a miracle. The desires that you wish for, but which cannot be fulfilled individually, will be fulfilled on a scale that cannot be accomplished by humans. Isn't that a miracle?"

There are five people left, and each of them is the figure that men valued the most in the past. But he was still forced to choose between three or two.

The man wept in despair as he buckled the trigger.

The father's head was blown away, and the adoptive mother was splattered with brains.

"You...... Coming into the world...... Intended to be interested in... Are you going to do these things to all of humanity? You say this is the fulfillment of my ideals!?"

"Of course. Your desires are best suited to be the form of the Holy Grail, and you are the one who is qualified to bear 'all the evils of this world'. ”

There are three people left, whether to save two or choose one.

The hand holding the dagger trembled.

The man's tears had dried up, his eyes were as hollow as a dead spirit, and he swung his knife to cut through the bodies of his closest comrades.

Knife after knife, he kept swinging the dagger in his hand.

In the end, only two people are still alive in this world.

Equivalent value that cannot be measured on a balance.

At the cost of 498 lives, he has guarded the last hope until now.

The man who had done everything fell into a trance, like an empty shell in the warmth of the furnace.

In a warm room that he misses and has a soft atmosphere, "wife" and "daughter" are laughing happily.

In other words – this is the peaceful world he longs for.

A perfect world where there is no longer any struggle and no one is harmed.

"Welcome home, Kiritsugu. You're finally back!"

The daughter's face was full of joy, and she hung two small hands around her father's neck.

This is a blizzard-held castle in the far north, and this is the only place to be at ease.

Go through a bloody life, and finally find this happiness that does not exist.

If this little children's room were everything in this world, there would be no need to worry about anything.

This is what the Holy Grail wishes for you. ”

The wife smiled beautifully at her husband, who was sharing this happy time.

The next thing to do is to say what you want and expect it to happen.

All that's left is happiness.

Their family of three will be the last of humanity to live happily ever after in this planet of death where everything is destroyed.

“…… I can't go looking for walnut sprouts anymore......"

Even the sight of a blizzard has disappeared from the window, and only the black mud as dark as the deep sea flows. The man looked out the window and muttered to himself.

The daughter shook her head and said to him.

"It doesn't matter. Illya is content with Kiritsugu and her mother by her side. ”

The man hugged his daughter, whom he loved so much that he almost went crazy, and tears flowed from the bursting embankment.

"Thank you... Dad loves Illya the most, too. I swear, Daddy absolutely loves you from the bottom of his heart."

The movement of his hands was so fluid that he was like a designed mechanism, holding the muzzle of his beloved daughter's little jaw, the most trusted magic dress, Contender, against whatever his inner thoughts.

"—farewell, Elijah. ”

Before the young girl could figure out what was going on, her head had burst with a gunshot.

Pieces of flesh sticking to the silver hair splashed onto the man's wet cheeks.

The wife wailed loudly.

Her eyes were wide open, her hair was scattered, and she screamed wildly.

"What—what did you do!?"

Kiritsugu crushed his wife, who rushed forward like a ghost girl, and grabbed her slender neck with his hand.

"The Holy Grail... You must not exist ......"

Although he knew that it was just a dream, it was not the real wife in front of him, and the real daughter who was killed was not the real one. But men also know that a true wife will also weep in despair because of the murder of her daughter, and hate her husband who killed her own daughter, that feeling is not false, and that she cannot forget the sin she has committed.

His eyes were fixed on her, and the man took these feelings as he exerted all his strength on his hands and tightly grabbed his wife's neck.

"What are you doing, dear...... Why reject the Holy Grail, and ...... us My Elijah...... Why, you're like this!?"

"-Because I-"

The sound that came from the man's throat was incomparably empty, like the wind blowing through the hollow gap, without sadness or anger.

He gave up the miracle he was pursuing, and he also gave up the interests that were completely contrary to his original intention. At this moment, his heart was almost dry.

"I'm going to—save the world—"

All he had left was the idea that he had carried out to this day, and how hollow that sentence sounded.

The woman in his wife's garb was solid, her snow-white face swollen red from congestion, and her crimson eyes, which were always looking at him with love and longing, were now stained with curse and resentment.

"-I curse you-"

The slender five fingers, which were originally dexterous and gentle, clasped the man's shoulders, and black mud flowed in from the five fingers that were deep in the flesh.

"Emiya Kiritsugu...... I curse you...... Suffering...... Remorse until death...... Absolutely, don't forgive you......"

"Okay. ”

The sludge of hatred smeared the man's body, as if it was about to pollute his body and soul.

Even so, the man still did not let go. He even forgot what the tears were flowing from his cheeks, and said as he pinched the woman's neck.

"It doesn't matter. I said - I will carry it. ”

The woman's neck bone snapped in his trembling hands.

Again, the scene has changed.

The familiar stone floor, the familiar environment, the wife and comrades who have been "killed" are looking at themselves with concern.

"Are you alright?"

"Is there anything wrong with that?"

Over and over again, the real wife unleashes the magic of healing and purification on herself, and the radiance scattered from her fingertips makes the man feel so warm.

In retrospect, when he was swallowed by the cursed black mud, there was always a light protecting him, and that faint light contained hope.

At this moment, the man, Emiya Kiritsugu understood, it turned out that he had not lost everything, and the people he loved and loved him had always been by his side.

The man burst into tears again, this time with tears called joy.

"I'm back, Ellie, Maiya. ”

PS: The dream should be based on Kiritsugu's own memories, even if Alice Phil is swallowed by the Holy Grail, it is impossible to carry the memories of Emiya Juxian (Kiritsugu's father) and Natalie (Kiritsugu's adoptive mother), so this scene will happen regardless of whether Alice Phil is swallowed or not.