In this human-dominated world, there is no shortage of stories.

Yes, because human existence itself is constantly being constructed, interpreting a touching story. A world, a country, a society, a family, and even a person can leave their own legends in this history.

Even, as Marx's philosophy says, individual consciousness must depend on social existence and is the product of social practice, and individual labor can only reflect its value when it is put into the collective. But for these sentient beings, no matter how insignificant, as long as they do live in this world, then they don't need to rely on any external conditions, and they still have their own stories. Because, even if I don't know it, my existence is still recorded in the timeline of this world.

This world, I, have been here

In the empty hall of the Great Hall, the golden girl stared at the stained glass above her head without blinking with her holy green eyes. The glass is not depicted with the head of a saint, but with the long history of the Einzberen family, who wandered in search of the Holy Grail. On a newer image, Artoria was staring at the target, a portrait of a woman.

What kind of woman is this, dressed in a pure white dress made of gold, with seven round holes arranged in a vertical row, even if she is not proficient in magic, Artoria can still feel the mystery of the seven holes, it is an extremely oppressive feeling, it seems to be specific to this body.

The woman's appearance is quite similar to that of Alice Field, and her long silver hair does not curl like a traditional Westerner, but pours down like a waterfall. The woman's face is as soft and delicate as an Oriental, and her red eyes do not make people feel tyrannical at all, and her soft facial features give people a gentle and kind feeling.

On the whole, this is undoubtedly a goddess-level beauty, but what attracts the girl is not the rare beauty of this woman. When she first saw this woman, Artoria felt as if she had grasped the story of Einzbelen's thousand-year-old heritage, a mood that longed to explore.

"Richlech Ustisa von Einzberen, known as the "Winter Saint" of Einzberen, is also the maker of the Holy Grail and a participant in the First Holy Grail War, the greatest magician of the Einzberen family or the "Third Magician", His Majesty King Arthur!" Slowly came the current patriarch of Einzbelen, Yubstakuhaid von Einzbelen. Turning her head slightly, the girl's holy green eyes only glanced at the old man faintly, and then turned back to stare at the portrait without saying a word.

"I didn't expect His Majesty Arthur to be interested in the history of Einzberen, but do you think it's time to be so leisurely and elegant?" is also faintly unhappy with Artoria's arrogance Ahad, even if the other party was the lord of Europe and the king of the world before his death, but now he is only Einzberen's Servant. However, the other party's prestige and strength are here, and no matter how unhappy Ahad is, he can only hold back.

"You don't need to be reminded of this, Ahad, the only one who has made a pact with this body who has followed the Holy Grail to this world is Kiritsuki Emiya. No matter what your status is, you still don't have or deserve the right to command me," Artoria naturally understood the meaning of Ahad's words, such an old stubborn who was obsessed with the glory of the family must have long been longing for the beginning of the Holy Grail War, and it was natural that he would be a little dissatisfied with himself who was still hanging out on the day of departure. But ah, even if you can maintain the humble style of a knight in normal times, don't forget the identity of this king, the glory of the king is by no means tainted by you.

"This body exists longer than Einzbergen!"

Looking at this ancient castle that has experienced thousands of years of wind and frost, Artoria said indifferently.

Although this Servant has lost her own freedom, it will not let her lose her pride, which belongs to the pride of the king

"Are you leaving? Kiritsugu and Mom. On the silver-white snow, Illya asked Emiya Kiritsugu with scarlet eyes, even though she maintained the joy of a child on the surface, but the sadness hidden in the depths was still captured by Emiya Kiritsugu.

"Yes. Emiya Kiritsugu was a little afraid to look at Illya's sad eyes, and once he thought of what the child would face next, Emiya Kiritsugu's heart couldn't help but ache violently.

Even if it is a cold-blooded executioner, there is a soft place in the heart, although Emiya Kiritsugu is defined by the outside world as an emotionless magician killer, but he also has something he loves deeply, although most of these things that he loves are painful, but they are also the most precious treasures that he can't give up.

Isn't this petite girl in front of him his most precious treasure?

Holding Illya tightly in his arms, Emiya Kiritsugu tried to calm his emotions and asked softly, "So can Illya keep our agreement, waiting for Daddy to come back?"

"Well, Illya will obediently wait for Mommy and Dad to come back. Illyas Fell nodded with wide eyes.

When Emiya Kiritsugu heard this, his heart suddenly ached, and he looked at Illya's innocent face, how to tell her that it was too cruel for her.

Alice Phil, who was on the side, had already turned her face away, turning her back to Illya for fear of being seen by the other party.

Artoria stood aside, silent. She felt an ominous sense from the performances of Alice Phil and Emiya Kiritsugu, but she didn't know what it was, and Emiya Kiritsugu would never be able to say it to her, not mentioning Emiya Kiritsugu's dissatisfaction with her, even if she was a Servant, she had lost the qualification to communicate on an equal footing.

And Alice Phil, Artoria turned around and looked at Alice Phil's somewhat uncontrollable emotions, knowing that this ominous premonition was mostly from her, and with her personality, she couldn't tell herself.

At this moment, Artoria felt that perhaps the only thing she could do was to protect them with her sword.

"No matter how painful it is, you can't shed tears. Holding Illya tightly, Emiya Kiritsugu said with a little trembling.

"Of course, because Illya has grown up. Laughing, Illya swore an oath. Then he looked at Emiya Kiritsugu a little harshly: "So, if Illya is obedient, will Kiritsugu and his mother come back soon?"

"Well, of course, Dad and Illya have made an agreement. ”

Emiya Kiritsuke said with a smile, then stood up, looked at Artoria and Alice Phil who were standing behind him, came to the front and looked at Alice Phil and whispered, "Then I'll go first, where will I wait for you." ”

"Well, go ahead. Alice Phil, who seemed to have adjusted her emotions, replied with a smile.

"Ellie is up to you, Saber. Seeming a little uneasy, he admonished Artoria again.

"Don't worry, Master. ”

Emiya Kiritsugu was gone, and after telling Artoria, he left the castle as if he were running away, perhaps he was afraid that he would be reluctant to leave after seeing Illya's lovely smile.

"Sister Saber, promise me that you must protect Kiritsugu and Mommy, okay?" Illya looked at Artoria with a determined look in her eyes, perhaps she knew more than she thought.

"Isn't it the Servant's job to protect the Master?"

With a chuckle, Artoria said, looking at the strength of the little girl, Artoria was really a little emotional.

Illya finally smiled happily when she heard this, looking at that little smile, this may be the purest thing in the world

In an unknown warehouse, three extremely horrific corpses were lying on the ground, and the blood was piercing with it. Curled up in the corner, still alive - a gagged and tied up little boy with a rope, his weeping eyes staring at the remains of his sister and parents, his heart full of fear and despair.

On the other side, a magic circle has quietly formed, and if there is a magician here, he will definitely exclaim: Heroic Spirit Summoning!

"-I ask you"

From the thick fog came a soft, uncanny sound, and the wind stopped imperceptibly. The magic circle that had been glowing just now had dimmed, and the blood on the bed had turned black and dried up as if it had been burned. Then, in the thin mist, the man who had just spoken suddenly appeared in front of the summoner, Ryunosuke.

A smooth, youthful-looking face, with large eyes and smooth cheeks that rotated flexibly, and a brown face that matched him, reminded Ryunosuke of Munch's paintings. His costume is also peculiar. Dressed in a wide robe and adorned with a large amount of extravagant precious metal jewelry, the slender body is dressed like the "Dark Magician" that appeared in the comics.

"Plead me, call me, summoner who makes me appear in this world as a Caster...... Answer me, who are you?"

"The war has begun!" Looking at the instructions on the spirit weapon plate, Yan Fengli said slowly.

"Yes, all seven Servants have come to the real world," Shi Chen on the side said lightly while maintaining his aristocratic pampered character, but the indescribable monstrous excitement in his heart was best known only to himself.

"Has the game begun?" said a man with blond hair and golden armor who sat at the top. "Let's hope those chops give me a bit of fun!"