"Huh? Don't you doubt it? Seeing the two of them so calm, Wang Mu was surprised.

"Well, how can I doubt that it is a gift from heaven to fight well with the king of knights while fulfilling my wishes?" Diomerdo smiled cleanly, without hesitation and without impurities.

"That's right."

Saber agreed. "Please don't worry about us. As knights, after we need knights, we will solve this problem ourselves. ”

Saying that, she rarely made a joke.

"You're not going to stop us from fighting this time, are you?"

"Haha... Wang Mu scratched his head in embarrassment.

"I'm busy......"

After a while, he took Alice and the two ghosts on his way home.

Only the ruined and ruined Tosaka homeland remains. In the humble hotel, Wang Mu gently put Alice Field on the bed, took off her coat and boots, and covered herself.

"Alice Field...... Are you alright?"

Alone in the room, the next door looks after the cherry blossoms, and reads her bedtime stories, myths.

And, faced with the situation of the silver-haired woman, even though she knew the necessity of the Holy Grail, she couldn't help but worry.

"Well, the body is almost impossible anymore, the internal decomposition has already begun.

Wang Mu took his fingers away from Alice's neck. Her heart was beating normally and her body was dormant.

This is also the tragedy of the artificial man, who has excellent magic circuits and qualifications, but his own fate is extremely bumpy.

"But I'll keep her safe, as long as she keeps her soul away from the Holy Grail...... Possible.

Cthulhu is best known for their "soul" and "spirit" manipulation.

Instead, their physical destructive power—the direct power of magic—ranks in the middle of the pack. Of course, God is not included.

"Is it possible?

Sword asked. I'm not a magician myself, but I know that soul beats aren't very basic?" Wang Muyou should be very powerful as a magician, how can he say such an uncertain sentence.

"There's a reason for that."

Wang Mu sat on the chair next to him, took out two cups, and poured boiling water on them.

"Sit down, Miss Artoria, you've been fighting all night. Take a break with a glass of water. ”

"Thank you.

I don't know why Wang Mu thinks Yingling needs water, but Saber picked up the cup and sat next to Wang Mu.

He dipped his index finger in the water droplets on the table and drew three dots on them.

"Human beings can be divided into three parts: 'body', 'soul' and 'personality'. All three are indispensable and cannot be called human beings in the broadest sense of the word.

"I know." Saber nodded.

"Usually magicians extract the soul by discarding the body and personality and taking the soul as the essence."

Just like Elijah did with Shiro Miyagi in the Fifth War. Wang Mu thought in his heart.

"But that's not complete. The formation of personality is inseparable from memory, and the brain that stores memories is the structure of the body. In other words, in the usual way, after the soul I took out, no matter how great the vehicle I created for her, she would start from scratch like a newborn baby.

Wang Mu watched these silver-haired women sleep peacefully on their beds for a year.

"There are rumors of reincarnation all over the world, which is a symptom of a soul returning to another body after losing its individuality.

Wang Mu sighed and continued.

"I don't want to do that. Unfortunately, what I have now is the magical knowledge of the Ralaire text, which specializes in sacrifices and summoning, can be counted with two hands, and happens to have no soul.

"Isn't that bad?" Saber said anxiously. "If there is no soul transfer, Alice Field will die while the chalice is full."

"How?

Wang Mu smiled confidently.

"A promise is a promise. I don't know, and that doesn't mean other great creatures don't know. ”

"Great?

His eyes stiffened when he remembered the evil gestures he had seen in the castle.

"Wang Mu, although I know that you believe in some kind of demon, it is best to avoid contact with that kind of thing, it may be more serious than death."

"Well, I know what to do." Wang Mu waved his hand. "It's true that there are very few people in that department, and most of them are indescribably crazy, but there are always people who have a need for me and have a crush on me, so I can use them for a while."

"This time I'm going to fire someone who can handle this." A green magic mark ran across the table, with a filthy and evil name written on it.

"Add $39 to the king of Igo? Struggling to pronounce the name, the chill in his body made him shudder.

"Shh

Wang Mu quickly covered the saber's mouth with one hand, and her palm also felt wet.

“… Don't say names. He'll get it. You don't want to see him. Believe me. That monster will eat away at your heart and corrupt you, and a noble knight like you is his favorite prey.

The saber paused and nodded solemnly, indicating that he would not let go of Wang Mu's hand.

"My 'Llarel text' doesn't know anything about the workings of the soul, so I need other banned books." Wang Mu whispered, grabbing his name on the table with his fingernails.

"Other myths may have done the same thing, but time is running out, and I can only get my knowledge from the sources I am familiar with...... It was the Book of the Dead.

Wang Mu spat out taboo words in his mouth.

It is a fictional book written in 730 AD by the mad Arab poet Abdullah al-Hashad (-).

Perhaps it was the prank of some demon who, after his soul had left, was peeking into the chaos and truth in the deepest parts of the universe as a human being.

Although I eventually went crazy and committed suicide, he witnessed the way he wrote in the form of inspiration, which became quite famous for the forbidden art, and this is the origin of The Book of the Dead.

"The original manuscript of this book has been lost in some kingdom of God, and to fully understand it is a prerequisite for self-destruction."

He knocked the name "$" on the table.

"The good news, though, is that I only need to know the full 'Law of Soul Independence'. This is the quickest and easiest way to ask the person.

Because, in the Cthulhu mythos, it is the head of the prefects. The saber listened to Wang Mu's words and put down the cup, as if something was hidden.

Wang Mu also saw it and made a gesture to her.

"Any doubts?" You look tired. ”

"No... Look down and say in an uncertain voice. "If you want to convey the words of the evil god, do you have to prepare a sacrificial ritual, such as ...... Like a child or a virgin or something. I have seen festivals in my kingdom before, and it is unacceptable......"

She said to Wang Mu sincerely.

"If you can, please don't do such cruel things."

"Haha."

When Wang Mu heard this, he laughed.