There was such a man, who was more idealistic than anyone else, but despaired because of it.

This man's dream is so simple, and he sincerely wants everyone in this world to be happy, nothing more. Every teenager once cherished childish ideals in his heart, but gradually gave up after understanding the cruelty of reality.

Happiness comes at the cost of sacrifice – and every child, when he or she grows up, learns to justify himself.

But he was different, or he was more stupid than anyone else, or there was something wrong with his head, or maybe he belonged to the kind of person who had a destiny that was not understood by mortals, and was called a saint.

When he realized that all life in this world was placed on both ends of the scale of sacrifice or relief, when he knew that absolutely no tray would be emptied of this scale—from that day on, he was determined to be the measurer of this scale.

If you want to reduce the lamentation of this world more and more precisely, there is no other way. In order to save even one more person, one must abandon the other side, even one less.

In order for the majority to live, the few will be exterminated. Therefore, the more he saves people, the more sophisticated his killing skills become.

How many times, how many times, his hands were covered in blood, but he never feared.

Unscrupulous means, regardless of right and wrong, only demanding that he become the most accurate scale, so that he will never miscalculate the number of lives.

There is no distinction between high and low, old and young, and one is its only unit. He saves people indiscriminately, and he kills people indiscriminatelyBy the time he came to his senses, it was too late.

When a person treats everyone fairly and justly, it is equivalent to that he is no longer able to fall in love with anyone.

It would have been nice if he had taken this rule to heart earlier.

If the young heart is frozen, necrotic, and turned into a bloodless and tearless measuring instrument, he only needs to continue to coldly distinguish between the living and the dead, and spend his life indifferently, and there will be no need to be distressed.

But, he's not that kind of person. The happy smiles of others filled his heart with joy, and the sound of others weeping touched his heartstrings. The desperate resentment of others made him angry, and the tears of other people's loneliness always made him can't help but reach out to wipe them away. While pursuing ideals that transcend human norms - he is too much like an ordinary person.

Such a contradiction does not know how much punishment has been brought to him. There has been friendship, there has been love.

But even when these precious lives, and countless other lives of unknown lives, were placed on the scales at the same time—he could never go wrong.

Even if he loves anyone, he still regards his life as equal to others, cherishes it equally, and discards it equally.

All along, he and all his cherished people were destined to say goodbye at the moment of encounter.

Now, the greatest punishment for him is about to come.

"Don't worry, I'm sleeping." Alice Phil von Inzbelen smiled as he looked at the way Kiritsugu Emiya picked up the child, "It's great to be able to give birth to this child." Alice Phil von Einzberen calmly and lovingly looked at the sleeping baby in Emiya Kiritsugu's arms.

Emiya Kiritsugu didn't say a word, just stared blankly, comparing the appearance of the mother and daughter. He had never seen Alice Fell smile so wonderfully.

"Ellie, I-" As soon as he said a sentence, Emiya Kiritsugu's heart felt like he had been stabbed with a knife. The knife was the comfortable sleeping face of the baby in front of her, and the dazzling smile of her mother.

"—I, one day, will put you to death."

"I know. Of course, this is also Einzberen's long-cherished wish, and I am here for it. Alice Phil smiled understandingly.

"I ...... Not qualified to hold this child. Hearing Alice Fier's words, Emiya Kiritsugu whimpered silently, and finally, he fell to his knees. In order to destroy the ruthlessness of the world, and be willing to become more ruthless...... But the man who still loves others is finally punished the most.

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"Qili, you will be sent to become my disciple from the Templar Church to the Magic Association." Tosaka Toshitomi continued to speak in an official tone.

"Transfer...... Is it? ”

"The official paperwork has come down, Qili." As he spoke, Father Lizheng pulled out a document. The object is the Confession of the Templars, and the signature is a joint signature of the Templar Church and the Magic Society. It happened yesterday and the documents were delivered here today, which surprised Qili.

"Qili, you still don't understand why you were chosen, do you? The Holy Grail was chosen so that I could get a two-share spell from Tosaka Tokitomi. You... Do you understand that? Tosaka ended the conversation in an arrogant tone.

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Maki made a fatal mistake because he should have understood what magic was better than anyone else. The so-called magic is so disgusting, so deserved. He knew how terrible magic was, and he chose to escape it because he was afraid...... But he just gave up his most important girl to the magician among the magicians.

What burned in the chest of the wild goose at night was endless remorse.

"The affairs of the Jian Tong family are done by the people of the Jian Tong family, don't involve unrelated others." After ten years, Jian Tong Yanye returned to his home again.

"Yo, this is really competitive, but Yan Ye, do you know how many days the girl from the Tosaka family has been here?"

"The little girl has already been invaded from head to toe by insects, and she has long since broken down. If you still want to save her, I can't think about it. ”

"No problem, let me do it." Jian Tong Yan replied coldly.

"Tosaka! Shichen! It's all your fault......" The dark thought of revenge, in the deepest part of the heart of the night, began to ignite quietly like a spark.

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No one has ever understood Weber. The talent of Velvet. As a magician, he was neither born in a famous family, nor was he lucky enough to meet a famous teacher. Half of the teenager was self-taught, and he was eventually admitted to the headquarters of the Magic Society, which commands magicians around the world, commonly known as the "Clock Tower", the highest university in London. Weber has always believed that this great work is an honor that no one can match, and he is very proud of this talent. I was the only one of the most powerful students in the Clock Tower's history, and anyone should be impressed, at least Webb himself.

Until one day, "A delusional person like you is not suitable for the study of magic, Webber", Lecturer Kenes said condescendingly, and there was even a hint of pity in his voice. Kenes's cold gaze will never be forgotten by Weber for the rest of his life.

"I can't forgive me, since I have the talent to be a lecturer, I can't fail to understand the excellence of my thesis. No, that man began to be jealous because he understood, afraid of my hidden talents, so he was jealous of me, and regarded him as a stumbling block that might threaten his position. That's why you treated my paper so roughly, you waited for Kenneth for me... "Through the negligence of the financial department, Webb stole the relics prepared by Kenneth and came to Winterwood.

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"Webb, what the hell did you go berserk about stealing my relics? … The true meaning of the cannibalism between magicians—the horror and pain of killing—let me hand it over to you without reservation..."Kenneth took out the spare relics with resentment.

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"What would it be like to be killed by a demon? Whether you will be eaten in one bite or torn to pieces, I think it will be a very valuable experience. It's definitely not for nothing - ah, it hurts! Ryunosuke, who became more and more excited the more he talked, looked at the back of his right hand and hand...... This? What is this......" On the back of his right hand, where the pain had not completely subsided, I don't know when a tattoo-like pattern was engraved.

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