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Jian Tong Shen Er, people give the nickname of the second master. The eldest son of the Tong family in the magician family, but he is a waste without magician qualifications. Because of the influence of his family environment, he grew up as an imposter magician with distorted self-esteem and vanity. Self-centered, often contemptuous of others, in the fungus's "Fatestaynight" did not end well, two world lines died, one world line was injured, is a typical pitiful, hateful and pathetic character.

There is no doubt that Shinji will end up like this because he is to blame, but the culprit who caused him to become this character is his grandfather, Jian Tong dirty inkstone.

The dirty inkstone between the tung is nicknamed the insect master. A twisted old monster that has turned itself into a worm and lived for 500 years by constantly devouring other people's bodies as a seedbed to sustain his life.

When I was young, I also had a big dream and worked tirelessly for it, but the more I found it later, the more I found that this dream required a lot of time, and I was almost running out of oil. In order to see the future with his own eyes, he did not hesitate to turn his body into a worm in order to prolong his life.

Sadly, the long years have eroded his soul, and in the end, he forgets his original dream and becomes an unscrupulous monster in order to live forever, and also becomes the shadow that has shrouded the family of Makiri for 200 years, and the biggest mastermind behind the city of Fuyuki, where the family is located.

As a traverser, Shinji, who is a moon chef (type moon chef), knows very well that as long as the dirty inkstone is still in the sky, there will be no future for the Makiri family, and the world line will eventually become one of the three of the fungus's pen, and all people will be bound by his five hundred years of obsession, sinking deeper and deeper in the dark whirlpool.

If you want to get a bright future, the insect master must die! It must be real, complete, and not even the scum left from this world.

However, how can a great magician, who is still known for his long life and is good at renewing his life, kill the soul of a six-year-old child and an adult? If Shinji is still an ordinary person like in the original book, then the newborn Shinji has only one choice, to run away from home like his uncle Kirino Night, go incognito, and live a peaceful and stable life.

Fortunately, fate gave him a bad start, but it also gave him the possibility of breaking the game, and it was this possibility that made Shinji finally stand in front of the dirty inkstone and swing a blow that cut through the darkness and led to the future.

The head of the dirty inkstone was split in two, and then quickly turned into a stone carving, and finally turned into powder.

A vast, cold mist precipitated from the fragments of the corpse of the dirty inkstone, fluttered and flew out of the basement. The human body is nothing more than a shell that can be replaced at any time, and this mist formed by the soul is the key.

Just before the mist floated out of the basement, Shinji took out an inconspicuous cloth bag out of nowhere and unfastened the button on the mouth of the cloth bag.

"Isn't the Snake Scythe effective against spirits? then—"

The bag opened its mouth, and an invisible force swept through the petrified basement, and the spiritual mist was pulled by this force, and was sucked into the bag without resistance.

"-This is the only way to use it, and the bag used to hold the monster's head to seal the soul of yours is also useful. ”

Shinji re-fastened the buckle and carefully put away the bag, only then gently patted Sakura on the shoulder.

Sakura lowered her hands covering her ears and opened her large, jewel-like eyes.

Shinji's smile was the same as when the two first met: "It's over, let's go up, get a good night's sleep, tomorrow will be another beautiful day." ”

Sakura didn't answer, just looked at him quietly.

"What's wrong?" Shinji said softly.

"My brother's face was bloody. Sakura reached out to wipe the stain from Shinji's face.

Shinji took a step back, shook his head and said, "Don't touch it, it's dirty." ”

"It's not dirty, my brother is not dirty at all. Sakura, who didn't know where she got the courage, stepped forward and wiped the blood from Shinji's face vigorously, not caring about the blood on her hands because of it.

"Little fool. Shinji rubbed Sakura's head, "Let's go, brother will take you back to your room." ”

"Hmm. Sakura grabbed Shinji's clothes and left with her the basement that gave her nightmarish memories but was not so scared.

The footsteps faded away, and an inconspicuous brown flying insect flew out of the corner where Sakura was hiding, and two pairs of compound eyes looked in the direction where a brother and sister had left, and there was a hint of happiness and mockery in the insect's eyes.

A hoarse, deep voice sounded from the void: "It's still too tender, old grandson, never underestimate an old guy's ability to survive." Hehe, your similar way of being to the old decay is more suitable for being the descendant of the old decay than that waste. ”

It was the voice of the dirty inkstone, and the old magician who should have been killed by Shinji with the power of thunder was still alive.

And of course, of course.

The Jiantong dirty inkstone that was defeated just now is just a collection of insects.

The true body of the dirty inkstone, the possession that keeps the soul in the world, is sleeping in the deepest part of this mansion, in a hive that humans cannot reach.

Even if it is a magic bag that can kill the undead scythe and seal the monster, it will not be able to destroy the dirty inkstone without defeating the insects that are the main body.

"All the hands and feet have been defeated, and the current decay can't even generate magic power, so let's go outside first and find a suitable body. ”

The flying insect flew along the shadow to the door, ready to fly out of the basement against the door frame.

At this moment, a white hand like milk reached out of the air, accurately holding the flying insect that carried the last soul of the dirty inkstone.

"It's sad. An ethereal voice sounded, like a sound of heaven and a whisper of death.

"What?"

The gaze lifted.

In a shaky sight.

There is a woman's figure.

Long silver hair without a hint of variegation, ruby eyes, delicate inhuman countenance, and a gorgeous dress of pure white.

The dirty inkstone raised her head in fascination and looked at this woman, who existed in a long memory, no matter how the years passed, it would not fade, and it would remain in her heart like a goddess.

Two hundred years ago, he shared his compatriots in the pursuit of great ideals and made himself a living sacrifice.

Since that day, he has never aged and has the eyes that he yearns for.

"Estissa Rizleich von Einzberen. ”

"200 years have passed, Nagato Tosaka is dead, and I only have this little residue left, why don't you want to die. He did not hesitate to turn himself into an alien, contrary to his original wish, and did not want to die. Again, a voice of great nostalgia, "Answer me, Machiri Zorgen." ”

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why don't you want to die?

Suffering every day, not being able to shine on the sun, living in such an inhuman way, living more painfully than death.

Obviously, as long as it is over, you can be liberated from the pain, but you still keep holding on to all the pain and holding on to life, why do you still hold on?

Come to think of it.

That's right. Originally, it was for a noble purpose.

Take everything into your hands. Understand all the truths and reach a place where no one has ever been. Beyond the finite body to the infinity of the soul.

A species called human. Bound by pre-defined boundaries and wanting to get out of the never-ending spiral of the cerebral marrow. All hatred and pain are all for healing and dissipation.

――I think about it.

When I learned that there was no paradise in my lamentation. If this world is empty, if even the creation of the physical body is not allowed, then rise up and go to the place where it is permitted.

It's not about creating a whole new world, it's about transforming oneself and human life into something new.

That's right.

As long as you raise your head, you can reach that universe, that end, to be born again, to the horizon that no one has imagined, to reach the ideal land that we cannot describe.

-- For this.

Seek the Holy Grail for this.

Seek miracles beyond the reach of manpower.

There is no reason to disappear until it is reached.

No matter how many times you are defeated, no matter how many times you realize that you can't reach it in the flesh, you will never give up as long as you are still alive.

- That's right, there's only one thing to dream about.

In order to abolish all the sins of this world.

We gamble our lives for the sake of unattainable ideals.

So, live on as a remnant.

Even after all the enemies are gone, knowing that there is no point, they can only keep seeking.

I believe that existence has a meaning, and as long as it exists, one day, it may be possible to cultivate people who will inherit their own will.

So keep surviving.

Even if you understand that you are in pain, there is no reason to die.

Even if you want to change yourself, you want to overturn the lament of immaturity when you were young.

This is my own way of living, and it is also the answer that I can't answer

That's right.

Even in the future ahead, there is no reward.

That's the original desire.

This pain.

Compared to the unfulfilled wish of constantly challenging and unfulfilling, the wish of not wanting to die is insignificant!

"Yes, that's right, Einzbellen. Dirty inkstone whispered, more to himself than to the golden saint.

"I remember, huh. ”

There were many words that were not spoken, but Justisa knew in his heart, for they were the first companions, the companions who gave up their bodies for the relief of the world, and yet—

"It's been so long that you've eaten away at your soul that you've forgotten your original desires, so it's time to put an end to it. ”

"Yes, it's time to end, our wishes, our pains, our mission to Marchiri—it's all here that ends. ”

Under the gaze of those eyes, the dirty inkstone became extremely calm, and there was nothing wrong with her ending this never-ending journey because of her.

"Will you continue to fulfill my wishes?"

"Yes. Estisa nodded solemnly.

"Well, then I wish you success, Einzberen. "The worm's eyes are closed, waiting for his end.

"Farewell, Machiri Zorgen. "Clenched with his hands, the flying insects turned into a puddle of flesh, and the soul that survived in the world with his obsession lost his support and passed away.

The shadow that had hung over Fuyuki City for two hundred years finally vanished.

The golden saintess stepped out of the basement and stepped out of the corridor where the greatest taboo of the Tong family gradually appeared.

At the junction of light and shadow, a child who resembles a young Marchiri Zorgen is waiting against the wall.

"It's over?"

"It's over, I've completed my agreement with you, and it's your turn next. Estisa looked into the boy's eyes without blinking.

"Don't worry, I'll keep my promise. There was not a trace of blood on the boy's face, but his tone was firm, "However, even if the Great Holy Grail is really completed, I don't think I can achieve the wish to help humanity... Besides, does humanity really need relief?"

"Can or can't, always have to try, that's the only obsession left of 'me'. Estisa closed her eyes and said no more.

"As you wish, Your Highness the 'Winter Maiden'. ”

After saying this, the boy seemed to have lost all his strength and fell to the ground.