Elijah's smile still appeared on her face.

Purple is not sure to take her back from the hands of the Grim Reaper, and the healing technique is powerless against the Holy Grail function of the androids.

But because of this, Purple can't choose to escape,

"Ahh......h

I can't rely on myself all the time, and I can't make a judgment before.

That's exactly what happened, so I won't allow others to fail.

Pitch-black magic surged around the altar.

Purple's body and mind are invested in it.

The sound disappeared from the ears, and the pulse stopped beating.

The roar of the torrent of magic froze, and purple sank into the depths of darkness.

The passage of time seemed to come to a standstill.

Purple soaked in the icy water.

Sin, the evil of this world, circulates and expands, and chains of changing whirlpools.

Gluttony, ****, strong desire, melancholy, anger, laziness, hypocrisy, arrogance, jealousy, violating over and over again, germinating and rolling up the whirlpool.

All the sins of the world, pure evil, thoughts of slander and killing, came in turn.

"Kill Kill ......"

The sound of the curse swirls in the whirlpool.

Squeezing the purple space, it touches and infects from the outside, trying to penetrate inside, dyeing the foreign matter that exists there with the same deep ink-like color.

There are no miracles and illusions in this whirlpool of resentment, and all things are affirmed to be ugly and hateful.

Deep underground, Purple felt the fetal movement of the conceived thing...... It is longing, longing to be born in this world.

The accumulated resentment is trying its best to find a door to the outside world......

"I don't have the idea of making a contract with you......"

An untimely voice appeared in the whirlpool, faintly satirizing the will of the black mud.

Evil thoughts were constantly trying to encroach on his consciousness and assimilate him, but it was like slapping a rock on a cliff, and the rock was still as solid as before.

Perhaps the tentacles of sin have not yet been fully extended, or perhaps Zi's will is beyond his estimate, and the tests he has endured are far from °F▽dǐng°F▽diǎn°F▽小°F▽ said, .2△3.∷os_(); to the bottom line of what he can afford.

In the depths of the pitch-black hell, purple seemed to float for a long, long time before it touched an unusual sense of familiarity.

The sky turned a burning madder.

The city was burning, with horrible wails and screams.

Confused and tired, the little girl huddled in the corner of the rooftop of the house, huddled in a ball from the cold, as if she didn't feel the slightest warmth.

Zihui fù fù mobility, but walking suddenly became extremely difficult.

"Illya's dream ......?"

Trudging to Illya's side, Purple ruffled her bangs and called out to her softly.

Elijah's eyes were slightly closed, and her expression was a little painful.

Sensing Purple's arrival, she stretched out her cold little hand and grabbed him tightly, as if she could feel warmth in this way.

"Elija......" Purple stretched out her hand, trying to hold her.

But this action, which seems to be extremely easy to the outside world, is like a thousand weights here.

Illya's eyelashes moved, and the expression on her pale little face gradually calmed down, and she let out a series of faint and staccato chantings.

"Feather, feather...... Lord Tiza's voice ......"

"What......?"

Sharp pain came from the body.

The frozen time is unsealed.

The sight of Purple passed away, and in less than a second he was kneeling on the cold altar again.

"Woohoo......"

The indescribable pain came from the nerves, like breaking the bones of your body one by one, and then cutting back and forth with a chainsaw, so dense that you had to die immediately to be relieved, and it lasted for about ten minutes before it was slightly relieved.

"Ah...... Hah, uh-a-a-a-a......-h

Wheezing violently, Zi knelt on the altar for half an hour before she raised her head, and the sweat that came out had completely soaked her hair, and it was still dripping down the ends of her hair.

The accumulated magic power is exhausted, and if you try to mobilize the magic power, the circuit will produce trembling pain, but compared to the pain in her body, Purple's heart swells up with a greater sense of frustration.

At that time, if she could pick up Illya, Purple would be able to extract her soul, and the deteriorated version of the Great Magic could preserve Illya's soul, even if her body could not be preserved, it would keep her from dying, but there was no if.

At the risk of the magic circuit being damaged and the will being infected by the evil of this world, the magic cast by Purple in the Great Holy Grail activated near the altar was a complete failure.

In a short period of time, it is impossible for Purple to use such a big magic trick, and Illya, there is really no way to ...... No, you can't give up yet.

As soon as the wavering of confusion arises, it is overwhelmed by firm conviction.

It's just a failure of an attempt, it's nothing, and from the moment the decision is made, Purple burns all life and will.

However, the evil of this world really still affects the feelings.

Since birth, he has not repaid his expectations, and has been regarded as a symbol of evil creation, and the vicious whirlpool after decades of wishes that have been bred in the ground of Fuyuki, even if it has not yet been released, the evil essence contained in it is already eager to come to the world.

The wish made by borrowing the power of the Fuyuki Holy Grail will be distorted to the evil side and the demon will be released from the cage, so Purple has no such intention at all. However, this is also the best place for ceremonies, with the abundance of magic and the close analysis of the structure of the Holy Grail to maximize the chances of success...... Purple's previous hesitation made him have no way back when he had to rush forward.

Zi silently combed through her damaged body, analyzing the information that Yiqiē had.

Irritability, resentment, unwillingness, and other feelings invaded him, as if there were fantasies and voices tempting him, wanting him to immerse himself in it.

Delving deep into Ilia's consciousness induces unpredictable consequences, a connection that should have been felt by the artificial chice of the Einzberen family, and seems to be able to reach for purple.

However, Purple has long been accustomed to this kind of attack.

Although the form is different, but the same trial, purple has been guò countless times.

There was a slight tremor from the altar.

A bell sounded crisply.

"Are you going to save her?"

The face of the silver-haired little girl came into view.

“……？”

The girl, who was overwhelmed, stood up in front of Purple's eyes.

A bright and wise brilliance that shines through the scarlet eyes.

Even the silver hair that fell down seemed to be rendered with a crystal luster.

"Hmm." Purple replied.

She's not Elijah.

Elijah could not have had such a full spirit and intellect.

Although she had never met, Purple knew who she was.

Two hundred years ago, in order to construct the Great Holy Grail and make herself a living sacrifice, the golden saint of the Einzberen family -

"It is the sacrifice that has been prepared for the fulfillment of the cup of heaven, and it is the supreme glory, answer me, foreign magician, thou, why did you save her?"

The beautiful voice sounded again.

In Purple's sight, it seemed that a scene from a long time ago appeared.

A woman of similar appearance to Alice Field, dressed in a white gown, sat peacefully on the wilderness, disappearing in the dazzling light.

From that moment on, the Daughter of the Grail never grew old again.

The Great Grail, accomplished with the noble goal of redeeming humanity and eradicating the sins of a qiē, devoured the original sacrifice called Estissa, but its goal was not achieved, and ironically, because of the ambition and selfish desires of the magicians, the Great Chalice became the source of evil, and tried to absorb more and more sacrifices...... until the destruction is gone.

What a ridiculous fact.

Even Purple, trying to save Illya, is also for herself.

"Because I want to live and not be replaced one day, in a breath."

Purple doesn't want to participate in the Holy Grail War at all.

The reasons for Erquit's statement are all excuses, regardless of one, two, three, or four.

The great achievements of the Heroic Spirit, the Divine Power of the Heroic Spirit, the personality and hobbies of the Heroic Spirit, Zi is not interested in anything, yes, who wants to know these irrelevant things, fighting or something in order to snatch the Holy Grail, how boring are you, love to want this cup covered with mud, whatever you want, what does it have to do with him! And he has nothing to do with it at all!

Purple Aosaki, I just want to live well with this identity.

But Purple still came.

Because Purple really can't hold on anymore.

This reason that cannot be declared, Zi has always been deeply pressed in the bottom of her heart, and she dare not reveal it to the outside in the slightest.

I don't know how many nights, after Zi woke up from a dream, she was in a trance so much that she couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion, and every time she closed her eyes, she was afraid that the next time she woke up, it would no longer be him.

It's really ...... to be trapped for yourself It's so pathetic.

Purple stared at the Winter Maiden, her eyes were transparent, as if she could see through people's hearts.

Without saying anything more, Illya's face could not see Yustisa's attitude towards the answer, but the light in her eyes gradually dissipated.

She suddenly raised a hand and pressed it on Purple's forehead.

Purple was startled, but she couldn't move her head away.

"In that case, struggle, your wishes...... How will it change? ”

Yustiza's voice grew softer and lighter in the flood of consciousness.

Then vanished without a trace.