In the silence, a scorching stench came to my nose, and there seemed to be a fire somewhere in the sprawling building.

Without hurry, Emiya Kiritsugu slowly walked into the center of the uninhabited porch with decisive and light steps.

He moderately relaxes the muscles of the whole body and does not exert excess force on any part.

On the other hand, the nerves are like a mirror that is quieter and clearer than the surface of an icy lake, reflecting the panorama of the surrounding area. Sharper than hearing, clearer than visual, without any dead ends. Transform yourself into a probe that will immediately detect the slightest movement, and wander in the dark.

Yan Feng Qili should be somewhere in this Fuyuki Civic Hall, waiting for the arrival of Emiya Kiritsugu.

As a result, the ambush plan planned by Kiritsugu did fall through, but he did not feel any remorse, because he was finally able to grasp the true face of Yan Feng Qili, an enemy full of mysteries, and it was quite rewarding, and it was precisely because all of Kiritsugu's predictions were in vain, so he relied on the elimination method to get the answer.

In a word, the man had no interest in the Holy Grail.

Normally, all Masters will fight for the Holy Grail, a preconceived notion that has blinded Kiritsugu to this day.

Because of this, Yan Feng Qili's actions that had nothing to do with the Holy Grail made Kiritsu puzzled.

However, Kiritsugu saw Kirei's strategy for the Chalice Advent ceremony tonight and realized that he had made a fundamental mistake.

Qili's preparation for the use of this Fuyuki Civic Hall as an altar was too poor, this fragile fortress was inherently inadequate as a fortress of magic, but he didn't take any defensive measures, even if he was pressed for time, at least he should have set up simple traps and barriers, and if he really didn't have time to prepare, how could he make the move of summoning other Servants to come to the decisive battle.

Taking a hundred steps back, even if he really didn't know anything about magic as a means of defense, then why would he choose the most unsuitable location for defensive warfare among the four spirit veins.

Thinking of this, Kiritsugu could only think that for Yan Feng Qili, the arrival of the Holy Grail was secondary, and that man chose the Fuyuki Civic Hall simply because it was the least likely to be ambushed here, and he hoped to gain a favorable lead in the final battle with the Master rather than smoothly make the Holy Grail descend.

The purpose of the Rite of Grace is not the Holy Grail, but the bloodshed in the process of achieving it, and the reason for that is neither inquisible nor needing to be explored. It is enough to understand who the agent is targeting.

Kiritsugu slowly grasped the handle of Thompson Contender's gun, the touch of the solid walnut in his fingers, and he pondered the face of a man he had only seen in photographs.

Even if you think about where and how you have formed a relationship with Kiritsugu, it is only an empty attempt, and Kiritsugu's life is not easy enough to say that he has never made a feud with anyone, but is an outsider who broke into the Holy Grail War purely because of his personal grudge against Kiritsugu - that possibility can only be ruled out on the basis of probability.

Although it is extremely unlikely that an outsider survived the Holy Grail War to the end and directed a farce that disrupted the direction of the Holy Grail's belonging, the reality is in front of him, and Kiritsugu has no choice but to accept it as a fact.

Emiya Kiritsugu has never sought the truth or answer to things, and for him, the only thing worth caring about is the "situation".

He just vowed in his heart to save more people. There is no distinction between high and low lives saved. The scales in which sacrifice and relief are measured have nothing to do with the justification or the circumstances. That's how he survives. He would never be foolish enough to inquire into the meaning of his actions.

Therefore, there is no longer the slightest fear and sense of crisis in Kiriji's heart that he once had for Yan Feng Qili.

From the moment he knew what his purpose was, the man was reduced to a mere obstacle that hindered Kiritsugu's progress, no matter what kind of strong enemy the other party was, as long as he was sure that he was the one he had to challenge, then he was no longer an object of affection, no fear, no hatred, neither contempt nor mercy, and only one thing was considered, that is, the only function that Kiritsugu had given to himself as a killing machine.

The main part of the Fuyuki Civic Hall is a large concert hall covering the first to third floors, where the remains of the dead androids are placed on the stage where the renovation has been completed and the first performance is just waiting.

Inside its soft abdominal cavity, there is a distinct feeling of a foreign body, probably the Holy Grail mixed into the organs is restoring its original appearance, although Qili can now cut open the abdominal cavity and take it out, but he is not in a hurry, as long as he recovers another Servant's soul, the exterior should automatically collapse and reveal the Holy Grail.

You just have to wait.

The rest of the Servants were confronting each other at the bridge, and everything was going well, and now no one was bothering Qili.

He left the recital hall and walked into the hallway, and suddenly, black smoke filled the air, and the fire started from the underground battlefield.

Judging by the depth of the smell, it seems that the fire has spread to all parts of the building, but all external communication lines, including the fire alarms, have been cut off so that as long as the flames do not spill outside the building, they will not be detected by nearby residents.

With each step, the mood became more and more intense, and the blessed verse could not help but blurt out.

- The Lord awakens my soul, please guide me on the right path except Allah, even if I walk in the valley of death, I will not fear the devil, for Allah is with me.

Here he is, and now he must meet him.

Emiya Kiritsugu was nearby, and just as Kiri longed for his arrival, he was also chasing Kiri.

The flames had dispelled the darkness and swayed and danced throughout the hallway. The heat caressed Qili's cheek, but he didn't care, the blood rolling in his heart was hotter than the flames.

For the first time now, Qili felt blessed that the God, who had never favored him in his life, had finally given him a revelation.

What he is looking for is the outpouring of hatred, the joy of battle.

- Thy rod and thy whip have soothed me, and thou hast made a feast for me before my enemies, and hast put oil on my head, and the cup of blessing that overflows will bring grace to me forever.

Tongues of fire scurried down the walls to the ceiling, turning into signposts to purgatory, inviting the two men.

They marched silently, in high spirits, and without hesitation walked to the dueling arena.

So, they came across a large prop warehouse on the basement floor, directly below the stage.

On the other side of the billowing black smoke, Emiya Kiritsugu saw a slender figure in a vestment.

On the other side of the steaming heat, Yan Fengqili saw the black coat of his old enemy.

The light of the black key in his hand reflected the light of the body of the magic spear.

Both of them were aware of the killing intent, and each had already realized the blazing fierceness.

Then, there is no longer a need for words of communication.

The two finally looked directly at each other, and they understood a conclusion at the same time.

Seven Masters, seven Servants. Those are nothing more than so-called "conditions".

For Emiya Kiritsugu, this war is-

For Yan Feng Qili, the entire battlefield of Fuyuki City is-

Everything exists to defeat the enemy in front of you.

In the flames, the blade of the sword jumped.

Three on the left, three on the right, the agent pulled out a total of six black keys and drove up.

The Assassin's Spear's crosshair was aimed at the shadow of the approaching wind.

Here and now, the final showdown began silently.