Chapter 9: Warriors

My name is St. George. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

No...

My name is...

Sit up and look around.

What the knight saw was a dimly lit basement.

Retrieving his brain, the fused memories told him that this was the underground laboratory of the Makiri family.

Of course, I know where this is, because the people standing here now are Shinji Makiri, and St. George.

Not either of the two, but each of them.

The same saints, the same braves, and the same fools.

"Have you woken up?

Looking back, it was the Zakichi dirty inkstone that was already fully armed.

Come to think of it, this guy should have come to his senses.

Shinji Maki will kill Makiri's dirty inkstone after getting the power, although it sounds a little ungrateful, and turning his face is the feeling of a villain, but, this is something that both people know, after all, the ending that has come.

Shinji will not hesitate, and the dirty inkstone of the square has not made any moves for this.

It may sound a little incredible, but, that's it.

"Of course—"

Standing up, his body was full of strength, and the people who were completely impossible to fight in the past were now not in his eyes.

It's just-

"I really didn't run away... If you make up your mind to leave, I may not be able to catch you..."

The eyes are fixed on the withered decay, and it is clear that in this place, this person is truly infallible. I just don't know, will there be clones like in the story.

Sakura's side- I think it's all right, right?

"Why Run Away"

Dirty Yan's smile is dry and hoarse, like rubbing a tree with sandpaper, which is unpleasant.

He looked this way, and then he raised his hands together.

Emerging from the sleeves are two claws that resemble the claws of an eagle.

Magic gradually diffuses in the atmosphere. For the lethal elements of ordinary people, for the two of them at this moment, it is just an adjustment-

Dirty Yan has recalled his original wish, and it is precisely because of this that he is enlightened and liberated from his current self.

"Can you win?"

What the dirty research institute asks, of course, is not whether it can overcome itself.

He was talking about the Holy Grail.

Shinji, on the other hand, is 100% confident in this.

"Undoubtedly"

Definitely going to win, definitely going to win.

St. George drew his sword and grasped the shield.

The enemy is three meters away, and even if it is an ordinary martial artist, this is a short distance that can be called a 'step'.

"Then come on, with dreams I've forgotten—"

Jian Tong Yan laughed and raised his hand, and the spell bombs in the sky, flying insects, everything he used, flew over.

It was a blow from all his might.

But it makes no sense in front of the Heroic Spirit.

Charge, then swing your sword.

The wind brought up by the body crushed the insects and ants, and the anti-magic power made all magic useless.

Then, flash.

St. George collected his sword behind the inkstone.

Then, the piece of meat, which was once called the Kirichi inkstone, became two meaningless sections along a line from the left shoulder to the abdomen.

- St. George's sword is the Holy Sword, which is also known as the legendary 'Demon Exorcism Sword'.

Immortality, demonic nature, nothing in front of this sword, just a blow, and the dirty inkstone of the square lost all its hole cards.

"Hah—so vulnerable"

Originally, I thought that after a long time, I should be closer to my dream, and as long as I lived, there would be hope.

But is it really wrong?

The dreams that only come to mind when I see the heirs who will never give up, the remorse that arises, has come to a happy ending.

It's the light.

The dirty inkstone of the Tong Tong with such a sigh died neither gorgeous nor generous.

Simple, seemingly meaningless, it ends a life of sin.

"Well, the first thing is settled—"

Shinji knew that the Holy Grail had been tainted - but so what? he had already figured out how to deal with it.

Then, make a wish that the preparation has been fulfilled.

-- What about all the evils in the world, if you can't bear it, just take it with you and die.

It's not that the world lacks goodwill, but that there is too much malice.

Well, the desire doesn't need to be that complicated.

Eradicate all the evil in the world and make the world peaceful?

No, of course it can't be done, and if it does, it is true, and the only way is for all mankind to perish.

So, Shinji won't be so arrogant and decide the fate of everyone for everyone.

But at the very least, he had to do one thing.

Cut off the roots.

Let the Holy Grail, the wishing machine that connects the roots, completely block all the magic flowing from the Great Source. Let all the magicians in the world fall from the clouds and fight back to mortals.

At most, a little more willfulness, kill all the ** captive villains-

Right?

Put away your sword and walk outside.

Outside, the stars shine brightly.

"Are you ready?"

Shinji asked.

But of course no one answered.

On a lonely night, the only human karma has died under his own sword.

Carrying another person's wishes and dreams, things between men are so stupid, but simple.

To make a mistake is to make a mistake, but a dream is a dream, and a good is good.

Shinji Maki decided never to run away from anything.

With all the people he killed, the good things that had ever happened in his heart.

Presumably, the world will be a better place, right?

Complete the reasons for everyone's depravity, and make up for all regrets, so that the messenger of justice, even if he dies on the road, can laugh proudly, right?

Shinji Maki didn't hesitate to think so.

I want to be a good person, a well-meaning person, and a person who can be praised.

Neither for atonement nor for comfort, but for knowing that it is good is enough.

It is not right to kill, 10,000 people kill, 10,000 people are murderers.

It's as simple as that.

If there is no reason for others to be wrong, you will have a reason to be wrong, and if there is no reason for others to fall, you will also fall.

The principle of countering violence with violence has never been to countering evil with evil.

Those who understand the wrong will only slowly fall into the abyss, and from then on become oppressors who will make people miserable for their own pleasure.

Is there a lack of such people in this world?

There is never a shortage.

Kill them all?

Kill endlessly.

So why kill?

Just because of one thing.

The fewer such people, the better.