Chapter 8: The Night of the Summoning

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Magic circles, rituals, and spells.

Sakura was finally taken away by the wild goose, and although she was very happy to leave the room, she still frequently looked back at Shinji who was standing at the window on the second floor.

"The ceremony can be performed tonight - it's too late to regret it now, what?"

He could afford to delay.

He's not a few decades off, and he can afford to wait for Shinji to grow up and then revive the Macchirie family.

But Shinji smiled.

"If I grow up, I'll kill you, Grandpa," he said nonchalantly, not at all worried that Dirty Yan would kill him like that.

And Dirty Yan just glared at him.

"Then you still have a long way to go, Shinji, just hatred, you can't do anything"

Yes, Ken Maki is not afraid of Shinji killing him, because he knows that by the day Shinji can kill him, this child should already have enough power to fulfill his wishes.

- Inexplicably, he just believed it like this, and even he felt incredible.

This is something that he has never thought of for hundreds of years, gradually confused.

Shinji didn't answer Dirty Yan's words, and he had already turned his head and walked away.

So, that evening, the summoning went ahead as scheduled.

Once again, Shinji Maki lay on the operating table, but this time, there were no shackles to bother his limbs.

While drawing the improved circle on the floor around him, he slowly explained to Shinji what might happen in a while.

"If you don't succeed, your body will be torn apart, and that, remember, because there is no way to stop it, so when you feel like you're going to die - remember to leave your last words."

Dirty research's joke is not funny at all.

Thus began the ceremony.

Unlike ordinary summoning, if someone else's summoning method is to extract a position of a Heroic Spirit from the Holy Grail and then fill that position with a Heroic Spirit, then what Shinji will do is to find a way to make that position one with himself, and then fill the Heroic Spirit into this thing that has already been partially stuffed.

-- That's definitely not a pleasant thing.

The three spells of the Makiri family had already been revealed on Shinji's body, and they appeared on his right arm like a fiery version of the blazing imprint. Raising his hand, Shinji saw three sword shapes overlapping each other, intertwined with each other and painted into a flower-like pattern.

And then, something was opened on his inside—

Click-

It was as if a locked door had been pried open, and then, a massive, disgusting amount of mana began to flood Shinji's body.

Ten, one hundred, one thousand.

The surging magic turned into wind and tide, first reflecting the appearance of a man, and then, like a bird that had found a home, it filled Shinji's body.

The consequence of the blood vessels, muscles, skin, and magic filling the body is the collapse of everything.

Along the veins, the flesh exploded all the way, blooming as if it were blooming, but it was bound by magic and did not lose its prototype.

It was as if a giant was pulling Shinji's body with great force, and his bones were stretched with a creaking sound.

But in such severe pain, Shinji didn't say a word.

His eyes were blank, staring at the ceiling, but his gaze fell on a much farther place.

In a loud voice, he recited the incantation instead of Shinji, continuing the ritual of summoning.

He knew that now, in Shinji's shell, his soul had once again fallen into the depths.

'Where's this...'

There he opened his eyes.

-- It's an empty world, with the earth and the sky, but it's meaningless.

This is not the root cause, Shinji only understood it in a moment.

This is the depths of his soul.

And in the middle of this wilderness, there was another man standing.

He looked up at the other side of him, and right there, the man, was also looking at him.

"Who are you?" Shinji couldn't help but ask.

It was a man in heavy armor and covered in his whole body.

He stood there with his big sword in his hands, looking quietly at this side.

Hearing Shinji's words, he finally spoke.

He looked up, his voice muffled by his helmet, low and heavy.

"I am the one you are calling—" His voice was reminiscent of granite, as hard, heavy, and majestic.

On his helmet, in the eye sockets, there are two blue prisms that serve as viewing glasses. Shinji doesn't remember that in history, such equipment has ever appeared.

So, he asked again, "Who the hell are you?"

When the man heard the repetitive question, he looked at it calmly for a while. Then, nodded.

"If you have to know, I'll tell you"

He gave his name "My Name, St. George"

There's no way Shinji didn't know the name.

Or, in the midst of the devil's path, there is no way that anyone does not know the name.

Not a complete hero, but a man named after the saint.

"St. George of the Dragon Slayer?"

"St. George of the Dragon Slayer"

Shinji was silent.

The reason for calling St. George was already a little clear in his heart, but Shinji didn't want to accept it so much at the moment.

"Still hesitating?"

"It's not"

"And what are you waiting for?"

St. George asked.

He stared into Shinji's eyes. The blue prism reflects light from nowhere.

Shinji replied in a sense of oppression.

"Because..."

yes, because of what?

Are you ready to come to your senses, but do you have to hesitate at the last minute?

He laughed disdainfully, and then, Shinji strode forward.

"Just a little breath, the last breath of air"

Free air.

Save the defenseless, martyrdom, save the weak, sacrifice for holiness.

The Savior of the Light -

Shinji strode towards him, and the moment they overlapped, they glowed at the same time.

"It's too late to regret it"

"So are you"

After such a short conversation, both of them stopped talking.

The knight faded into the light, and he didn't have any negative thoughts about such a thing.

He is St. George, he is the protector.

It represents purity, and it represents beautiful people.

"Final Question"

Shinji's colors blend with the knight and become holy. But at the end, he asked, "Why are you helping me?"

"Because I am St. George, I reach out to all who cry for help"

Heavily armored knights use armor to indicate stability, sword blades to indicate battle, and shields to indicate protection.

Reach out to those who call for help in times of crisis, and face suffering with only will, regardless of the situation.

Shinji Makiri, is walking that way.

It was very, very painful, and in the end, it was necessary to sacrifice one's own path.

But since you have gone without regrets.

Others, therefore, are not qualified to say anything.

There was another question that Shinji didn't ask.

"Why are you a berserker?" he didn't ask, as he already vaguely knew the answer.

At the same time as it dissolves into the light and becomes one with the calling heroic spirit.

There is a voice, not only my own, but also a hero's, that comes to the bottom of my heart.

"Because I didn't fight for my name"

For he is, martyr.

Declare war on everything that is not good.

Declare war on all aggressors.

Declare war on all demons, ghosts, ghosts, and demons, whether strong or weak, without hesitation.

Walking on that path, a berserker who does not hesitate to sacrifice.

Shinji Maki closed his eyes and fell asleep in this world full of light.

Will this achieve the results he wants?

It will be seven days before we see each other.