There were two ships floating on the sea.

There were 300 people on one ship, 200 people on the other, a total of 500 crew members and passengers, and Emiya Kiritsugu.

Suppose these five hundred and one people are the last remaining human beings in this world.

Next, Kiritsugu only needs to act in a play based on the following propositions and roles.

"Two ships have a fatal hole in the bottom at the same time, and Kiritsugu is the only one who has the ability to repair ships, and when you repair one ship, the other ship will sink, so which ship will you choose to repair?"

“…… The boat of three hundred, of course. ”

"What would you do if you made your decision and two hundred people from another boat seized you and demanded 'repair this boat first'?"

"This ......"

Before he could answer, a machine gun appeared in Kiritsugu's hand.

The gun suddenly shot bullets like an automaton, and Kiritsugu had to stare blankly at everything in front of him.

A bullet pierced four people, and in an instant, all 200 people were killed.

"-That's right, this is Kiritsugu Emiya."

Kiritsugu watched motionlessly as the ship carrying the mountain of corpses sank into the sea, and every corpse on the deck seemed to be someone he knew.

"Then, the remaining three hundred men abandoned the damaged ships and continued the voyage in two new ships, this time two hundred people in one boat and one hundred people in one boat, but the bottom of these two ships again appeared at the same time."

"Hey ......"

"What will you do when you are pulled by a hundred people in a small boat and asked to repair the boat first?"

"This ...... But ......"

Dazzling flashes of light lit up in front of their eyes, and with the explosion of the bomb, a hundred people were reduced to silt in the sea.

This is the way Emiya Kiritsugu did it, and as he always did, he carried out the killing.

"—Correct."

"That's not right...... No way! ”

Where is it right.

Two hundred were survived, and three hundred were sacrificed for it—and the scales were reversed.

"No, your calculations are not wrong, you did sacrifice the minority in order to save the majority, okay, the next question."

Ignoring Kiritsugu's protests, the game's owner continued.

One hundred and twenty and eighty were placed on the scales.

Kiritsugu tortured and killed 80 people.

Next came eighty and forty.

The "Magician Killer" gave the funeral to forty people, and each of their faces was the face of someone he knew, the faces of those who had been killed by his own hands.

Sixty and twenty—

Twenty-five and fifteen—the choices continued, the sacrifices continued, and the mountains of corpses piled higher and higher.

"This ...... Is that what you want me to see? ”

Disgusted by this low-level game, Kiritsugu asks the thing that calls itself "Holy Grail Consciousness".

"Yes, that's your truth, the answer from Emiya Kiritsugu's heart, the wish that the Holy Grail must fulfill as a wish machine."

"That's not right!" Looking at his hands dyed red, Kiritsugu screamed, "This is not my wish! I wish there was something else...... So I have to rely on 'miracles'......"

"What you don't know can't be contained in your desires. If you wish to save the world, you can only do so in the way you already know. ”

"What a joke! This...... What kind of miracle is it!? ”

"It's a miracle, a wish that you expect but can't be fulfilled by yourself, and it will be fulfilled on a scale that cannot be accomplished by human beings, and what is it if it is not a miracle?"

There are five people left, all of whom are the most important people to Kiritsugu, but he still has to make a choice between saving two or three.

He screamed in despair and pulled the trigger, hitting Emiya in the face, and Natalia Kaminsky's brain splattered.

"Do you want to ...... Coming into this world to all mankind...... Do something like that? Is this what I want to achieve? ”

"Exactly, your wish is best suited to the form of the Holy Grail, Emiya Kiritsugu, you are simply too suitable for the name 'all the evils in the world'."

There were three people left, whether to save one or two, Kiritsugu held the hilt of the knife with a trembling hand.

The tears had dried up, and with an empty gaze like a ghost, Kiritsugu tore apart Kuyu Maiya's body, repeating, repeating and waving the dagger.

And just like that, there are only two people left in the world.

You don't have to weigh on a balance anymore, you don't have to calculate the same value. This is the last hope that 498 lives were exchanged for.

Having done all this, Kiritsugu finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had become a walking corpse, surrounded by the warmth of the furnace.

In a nostalgic, calm and warm room, the "wife" and "daughter" are smiling.

In other words, this is the world he seeks, a stable world.

No more fighting, no need to hurt anyone, a complete paradise.

"You're back, Kiritsugu, you're finally back!" With joy on her face, Ilyasfil wrapped her little hands around her father's neck.

In the northernmost city where the snow falls, there is such a tranquility.

The blood-stained career ushered in such unimaginable warmth at the end.

If such a peaceful children's room was the whole of the world, then there would be no disputes or entanglements.

"—right? I see? This is what the Holy Grail wishes for you. Alice Fell smiled at her husband, who was indulging in happiness.

Just pray to the Holy Grail.

Pray for his wife to be resurrected and her daughter back.

In the face of infinite magic, these are insignificant miracles.

The rest is all happiness, and on this planet where everything has been destroyed, the last three humans should be able to live happily ever after.

“…… I can't find the buds of the walnut tree anymore......"

Outside the window, there was no longer a white snowy scene, only the black mud that rolled up the whirlpool, and Kiritsugu muttered to himself as he looked at the scene.

At this time, Ilyasfil smiled and shook his head at him.

"Well, it doesn't matter, Ilya only needs to be with Kiritsugu and Mom."

Stroking the head of the most beloved daughter in his arms, Kiritsugu's tears welled up in his eyes.

"Thank you...... Daddy liked Ilya the most, and that's all I swear, I really ......."

His hands didn't stop, as if they weren't at the mercy of his brain, as if they were set up as a machine, and Kiritsugu pressed the muzzle of Contender's gun against his daughter's tiny chin.

"—goodbye, Ilya."

The girl's head burst open with the sound of gunfire.

Kiritsu's tear-drenched cheeks were stained with slices of flesh with silver hair.

Alice Fell screamed, her eyes widening and her hair scattered, screaming frantically and selflessly.

"What—what did you do!?"

Kiritsugu crushed his wife, who rushed forward like a ghost girl, and grabbed her slender neck with his hand.

"The Holy Grail is something that shouldn't exist......"

Regardless of what is inside the body, Alice Phil's personality is still real. The despair and pain of her daughter's killing, as well as her hatred for her husband who killed her daughter, are undoubtedly Alice Fair's real feelings.

Kiritsugu looked straight at her, accepting the fact while choking his wife's neck with all his might.

“…… What are you doing...... Why reject the Holy Grail and our ...... My Ilya ...... Why, you want to do this!? ”

"-Because, I-"

The sound squeezed out of the throat was so empty, like a gust of wind blowing through the hollow.

No sadness, no anger. this

Of course, Emiya Kiritsugu's heart is empty, giving up the miracle he is pursuing, and he has also given up interests that are completely contrary to his original intention, and at this moment, there is no way that there is anything left in his heart.

"I'm going to save the world."

There is only one point, and that is the belief that is carried through to the end, but why does this sentence sound so hollow.

Alice Phil stared at Kiritsugu, her snow-white face already flushed, and her crimson eyes, which had been staring at him with love and longing at all times, were now stained with curse and resentment.

"-I curse you-"

Graceful and slender fingers grasped Kiritsugu's shoulder, and black dirt flowed from the five fingers that were deeply embedded in the flesh.

"Emiya Kiritsugu...... I curse you...... Suffering...... Remorse until death...... Absolutely, don't forgive you......"

"Ahh

The disgust-stained dirt flowed through the veins to the heart and penetrated into the soul of the man who had lost everything, but even so Kiritsugu didn't let go, he even forgot the meaning of the tears on his cheeks, and he said as he strangled the woman in the black dress.

"It's okay, I said - I'll carry you on my back."

A trembling hand breaks the woman's cervical vertebrae.

Again, the scene has changed.

- invaded the deep spiritual illusion, and when I looked back, I realized that it was just a blink of an eye.

When he came back to his senses, Kiritsugu realized that he was standing in the original large prop warehouse.

In his right hand, he was still holding the Contender, who had not yet pulled the trigger, and in front of him was Yan Fengqili, who remained motionless and remained unconscious on his knees.

Kiritsugu looked up at the ceiling, staring at the black dirt that was still dripping down and spilling on the ground, and Kiritsugu had been stained with it at the same time as Kiritsu, so he must have seen the same thing at this moment.

If the dirt really was spilling out of the Holy Grail, which should be on top, on the stage of the Great Hall, it was certain that the Advent was still going on.

We must hurry.

Kiri regained consciousness and tried to stand up, but was stopped by the muzzle of Kiritsugu's gun against his back.

Qili, who immediately understood the situation, smiled wryly at the dramatic ending. After such a tragic life-and-death battle just now, I didn't expect that the key to the final victory or defeat was the accidental factor of who woke up first.

Or is it that the one who ends the nightmare first by his own will wakes up first?

“…… It's so stupid that I can't understand, why refuse it? ”

A low, angry and hateful voice, this was the first time Emiya Kiritsugu had heard the voice of Yan Feng Qili directly.

“…… Do you think there would be any benefit to receiving that? ”

Hoarse and exhausted to the point of hollow voice, this is also the first time that Yan Feng Qili has faced the voice of Emiya Kiritsugu.

Both of them have come into contact with the thing in the Holy Grail and understand its true identity, and Kiritsugu's communication with the thing that claims to be the consciousness of the Holy Grail is seen by Kiritsu, and Kiritsugu's choice cannot be understood in any way.

"You guy...... Throwing everything away, sacrificing everything, and finally getting to this point! But why refuse what is at your fingertips! ”

"That thing would be a great sacrifice for something that wasn't so worthwhile — that's all."

"Then let it be to me!"

At this moment, Kiri felt a deep hatred for Emiya Kiritsugu, a man who may have been very similar to him in the past, but who was now the complete opposite of himself.

"What you don't need is useful to me! That thing...... If that happens, I'll be able to give it an answer without thinking! ”

Kiri understands Kiritsugu's intentions, and what is going to happen next for the man who has made up his mind to refuse the wish machine by killing the person he loves the most, and he doesn't allow him to do so, and for this, he is willing to gamble his life so far.

"Please, don't kill it! It longs for the birth of its own life! ”

Unable to even turn back, the priest prayed excitedly.

The assassin looked down at him with an icy gaze.

"Ahh

The finger slid towards the trigger, and the firing pin ejected the 30.06 Springfield sniper rifle out of the chamber.

Instantaneous fires and roars.

With an unmistakable shot, Kiritsugu shot through Yan Feng Qili's heart from behind.