Roger, the master of the "black" caster, is really inexplicable.

"Old, teacher?" He asked, uncertain.

Roger really can't figure it out, he can't understand everything, and he doesn't want to understand it. was grabbed by the neck by his own servant, by the existence of his own teacher, and then he was thrown out casually. The place where it was thrown was the Golem's chest, and the stone and dirt that melted immediately at the moment of touching him immediately sealed Roger's movements, and he only felt that he was being absorbed into the Golem's interior step by step.

But Roger still didn't understand at all, why was this happening?

"That, teacher, what the hell is this......" Roger was still lucky, he was more pure than other magicians, and he would not easily think of people in bad terms.

But the truth is the bad side.

"Don't you understand, Master? At this time, I think you should also understand that you are the 'heart'. Avisbron said casually.

Since he said this casually, it means that it is not a big deal. At least in his personal opinion, it is insignificant.

It's not worth mentioning, it's not a big deal, it's just an extremely trivial matter.

"Why, teacher! Why, why, teacher?! 'Hearth', why did I become something like that?!! Roger asked reluctantly. He still hasn't figured out why things are the way they are.

"That's because of course you're a magician who is fit to act as a 'hearth'. Although Darnick once told me to use Gold instead, in this case, it would be no problem to use you. Avisbron uttered these piercing words.

"What are you talking about!? But, but! But! I! I'm a Master! It's yours, it's the teacher's master! Roger was so stimulated that he was already incoherent.

Isn't it ridiculous that Avisbrom will make a move, but Roger still pins his hopes on the master-slave relationship?

"That's right. I couldn't have used you as a 'hearth'. However, because the master of the 'red' side just gave me a suggestion. So, you see, I'm not your Servant anymore, am I? Whether the 'black' side wins or the 'red' side wins, I don't have much interest in the victory itself. That's the purpose of his rebellion, or rather, this kind of person is the one who has milk and is a mother.

His desire to participate in the Holy Grail War was more than just a wish to be granted.

"What, what?!!" Roger was dumbfounded.

His teacher accepted the "red" master's proposal and betrayed him. There's no interest in winning or losing.,The things you're interested in are just golems.。

"But to say that there is no interest in the Holy Grail is also a lie. The most important thing for me is to activate this Noble Phantasm. Will this be able to fulfill the Kabbalah Sorcerer's tragic wish to make the original human Adam a replica? That's why I answered the call, and that's why I've survived to this day. Luckily, the 'red' side is willing to take over the Master's position, so it's better to use you as a 'hearth'. Roger's heart stagnated, and his sincerity was only exchanged for false treatment, and he even rebelled against his own sacrificial treasure.

"Woo-a-a Who's going to save me! Ahh!!h Roger let out a scream and asked for help helplessly.

No one will come to his rescue.

Before long, he was already melting. Little by little, the flesh that made up Roger had begun to dissolve. It's not just dissolution, it's a fusion phenomenon at the cellular level. Merge with the golem and merge with the earth.

Faced with such a horrific scene, Roger let out a scream while struggling desperately with his limbs. No, it's just an attempt to struggle. However, his limbs had become almost insensitive. The lower half of his body and the elbows of his arms were completely absorbed into the interior of the golem.

"Why, Sensei!? Why, why, why!? I've always respected my teacher! I adore my teacher so much! Obviously so, why! "There is no greater mourning than the death of the heart, and Roger is in this state.

Avisbroon, who was silently doing some homework, suddenly turned around and said, "I think you know me very well."

It's more like giving Roger an account before he dies.

"Huh?"

"I, Avisbronn. Philosopher, poet, Kabbalah sorcerer. He has a tendency to be misanthropic, hates humans, is frail and sickly, and has skin diseases. That's probably it. ”

Roger remained silent, wanting to continue listening to him. What important secrets is he still hiding? Curiosity overcame pain for a short time.

He desperately wanted to know what his teacher was killing the killer for.

"I'm really sorry to disappoint your expectations, but it's not really like that. I've been lonely all my life, I hate humans, and that's why I've made golems for fun. In the end, I set the goal of 'imitating the Lord's existence', but I was not able to realize this dream until I died. ”

What an ordinary life.

What a prosaic existence.

This was the life of Avisbronn.

"No matter how ridiculous and stubborn people think of me, I should still make this dream come true. Even if I have to sacrifice anything! This is also the psychological attitude of many people who have become crazy about research.

"Sacrifice ......," Roger muttered.

"It doesn't matter how you accuse me or criticize me. You do respect me and have always admired me. Your affection for me does make me feel comfortable, that's absolutely right. But think about it. I'm a person who hates human beings, and I'm a being with misanthropic tendencies. It was because I didn't want to make eye contact with people that I put on this mask, and because my skin was fragile, I wore clothes that covered my whole body. Why do you believe that I will never abandon you? Avisbronn suddenly began to chatter. After a long time, how could he not have feelings for Roger?

"Huh?!" In this way, Roger finally understood that there was actually no mutual understanding between himself and him. As a servant, he can't understand that he can't do anything, but he also doesn't know anything about him.

The only thing Roger knew was that he was a genius at casting golems.

Anything else didn't matter - he just had that in mind, he had cut off everything else about him. He hated the human character, his sickness, his affection for the Golem, and the sorrow of his people. Roger didn't face all of this.

So, it's actually a very natural ending. Masters and servants who can't understand each other end up defeated...... It's just such a prosaic ending.

He had been painted blank, appointed, no longer resisting, merging with the Golem. The magic circuits, magic seals, and spells that Roger possessed, all of which became the energy that drove the "Crown of Wisdom".

At the same time, the eyes of the golem who had obtained the "heart" suddenly lit up. Giant feet lifted from the lake tread steadily on the earth.

[It's wonderful! Avisbronn sighed inwardly.

It is a man-made object created from wood, stone, clay, and the human body, but it seems to be a combination of the majesty of nature, and you can't help but be amazed.

Then, the first "miracle" happened. The ground beneath his feet sang as if in praise of giants, and the surrounding vegetation grew luxuriantly. Trees that touch the giant instantly blossom and bear fruit, and when the fruit is ripe, it falls to the ground and continues to grow more trees.

Not only that, but Yugdomirenia had already laid a barrier to repel animals, but all kinds of birds and beasts appeared out of nowhere. Like insects that always fly in the direction of the light, birds and beasts are attracted to the giants and gather without hesitation.

Once touched, even the last drop of blood is disintegrated. The birds and beasts were transformed into pure energy and absorbed into the giants. These are all actions taken by them on their own initiative. Birds and beasts without wisdom could not resist their primal desire to cling to him.

Then, the scenery around the mainland, including the earth, begins to come to life, and the air begins to permeate with a sweet sugar-like aroma, and just inhaling it into the lungs will bring a sense of well-being.

"Ahh Is this paradise? Avisbron reveled with emotion.

[The brain is trembling ahh 】

"Come, start relieving the world now, my golem. Through fighting, killing, and destruction, Paradise is built. Then the boring battle will end, and the boring society will come to an end. ”

Riding on the Golem's shoulder, Avisbron began his march in the direction of the Fortress of Mirenya. The golem easily climbed to the top of the steep cliff, staring at the magicians and servants standing atop the half-ruined walls.