In the ruins of Einzbelen, Emiya Kiritsugu quietly hugged Alice Phil, holding his lover, the delicate body of Alice Phil, whose human body functions had almost stopped, and Emiya Kiritsugu's hands that had slaughtered hundreds of thousands but were still firm and unshaken, were trembling at the moment. Writing, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info sadness, desolation, despair, and what, nothing. Some are just Alice Phil in her arms. Some are just the final farewells.

The death battle between Saber Artoria and Berserker Lancelot didn't affect this place, Archer Gilgamesh's arrogant laughter didn't affect this place, and Yan Feng Qili, who infiltrated Einzberen Castle, didn't affect this place.

In the silence, there are only two lovers who are about to say goodbye, and some are just the sad and desperate Emiya Kiritsugu and Alice Phil, who has fallen into a coma and may be asleep forever.

"Be strong, Kiritsugu, don't grieve my departure, take good care of Iliya, that kid is the most clingy to you, be calm, the Holy Grail War is not over yet. You can't lose, the only one who can hold the Holy Grail in my heart is Kiritsugu. ”

"Don't be sad for me, don't feel sorry for me, it's already meant to happen. Before this doomed fate came, I was able to accompany Kiritsugu to the present, and as a puppet, I was already very satisfied. I'm already very happy! ”

As if sensing Emiya Kiritsugu's sadness and sorrow, Alice Phil opened her eyes, looked at each other with Emiya Kiritsugu, and then smiled softly. Stretched out her little hand as white as snow with difficulty, and gently stroked Emiya Kiritsugu's tear-stained face with a gentle and difficult final touch, however, just such a simple action, for the current Alice Field, also requires considerable physical strength, her cold fingers spasm slightly, illustrating this fact.

At this moment, on Alice Field's delicate and pale face, there is reluctance, nostalgia, sadness, and sadness...... And that incomparable calmness.

"Ellie ......" a determined warrior, a cruel magician killer, and an indifferent murderer hugged his wife tightly in his arms, screaming in a low voice.

At this moment, he is not a warrior returning from hell, he is not a cold-blooded cold-blooded cold-hearted magician-killer, he is not the justice of all mankind who equates human life, he is just a husband who has lost his wife, a husband who has lost his beloved lover.

Screaming, roaring, hissing, Emiya Kiritsugu's heart was dripping blood, and even so, he understood that at this moment, instead of being immersed in a moment of sadness, what the world needed now was a magician killer named Emiya Kiritsugu, a cold and cold-blooded warrior of indifference. Not an incompetent husband who grieves for his wife, who wails and weeps bitterly.

"I feel very happy...... Alice Fell gently stroked the cheek of Emiya Kiritsugu, who was whispering and mourning, and whispered: "I can fall in love with you and marry you, have a husband, have a daughter, you have given me everything I want for a few years, I don't have any regrets, everything in this world, all happiness I have ......"

"I'm sorry, there are many, many promises that haven't been fulfilled."

"I once said that I would take you away from the castle where winter is all year round. Look at the flowers blooming outside, and look at the sparkling sea. ”

"I once promised you that sooner or later I would take you out to see all this."

"In retrospect, what an irresponsible engagement it was."

Bitter, sad, sad, looking at Alice Phil who calmly walked towards her predetermined fate, looking at his wife who calmly faced all this, thinking of his agreement with her, Emiya Kiritsugu's heart was dripping blood. It was the pain of my heart being torn apart.

"No, it's already good. Well. Alice Phil did not complain about the unfulfilled vows, and smiled slightly: "Give all the rest of the happiness that I did not feel to Illya, your daughter my most important Illya." ”

At this time, Emiya Kiritsugu finally understood the reason why Alice Phil, who was obviously on the verge of destruction, was able to smile so strongly and accept her fate so calmly.

"You must take that kid with you."

A mother who pins her hopes on her child has no fear. That's why she smiled and faced her demise without fear.

"Let that kid show me all the things I haven't seen and let her see. Cherry blossoms in spring, white clouds in summer. ”

"I see." Emiya Kiritsugu, who was holding his beloved wife Alice Phil tightly, nodded and promised.

"Be careful. There was only one Immortal recovered before, and Archer did not die, not under Saber's golden sword, and his master summoned him back with a command spell at the last moment. In the end, this one has to be returned to ......."

Alice Phil trembled and placed her hands on her chest, then concentrated the magic of her whole body on her fingertips.

Suddenly, a golden glow shone from her hands, which had nothing in the past, enveloping the half-ruined castle room in a warm glow.

Emiya Kiritsugu held his breath and watched everything in front of him. The light gradually turned into a silhouette, and then a shining metallic object fell into Alice Field's hand—the golden scabbard.

"This is something that is very necessary for Kiritsugu. In the final battle, it will definitely work......" Alice Phil's voice was even weaker than before.

It is also a matter of course, Alice Phil, who put the Miracle Artifact into her body in order to slow down the speed of her destruction, personally separated the last Miracle Artifact that protected her as a conceptual weapon and sealed in her body.

"I can't help it, two Assassins, a Lancer, a Caster, and a Rider, and five Heroic Spirits have entered the Holy Grail Vessel, and there's no way out......"

When the artificial Grail Vessel named Alice Phil entered Fuyuki City, when she participated in this Holy Grail War, her fate was already sealed.

And Alice Phil, who has always known this, accepted it quite calmly and accepted the current fate. In the end, all she hopes is to be able to do her best to help her beloved husband, Kiritsugu Emiya. Even if he is about to die at this moment, even if this is a miracle that can temporarily alleviate his death.

"I see." Looking at the golden scabbard that Alice Phil handed over with difficulty, the miracle treasure called [Ideal Township of Legacy Independence], Emiya Kiritsugu nodded with difficulty, and said in a low voice.

Analyze the words calmly.

Originally, as a treasure possessed by Saber, the Ideal Township of the Legacy of Independence can play a role in supplying magic to the servant. And now that Alice Phil can no longer participate in the frontline battles with Saber, it is not strategic to continue to equip her with the ideal of independence in the world.

Even if this Noble Phantasm can slow down the speed of her destruction, it will not help the big picture.

The right decision now is to get this treasure back. Although the decision was so cruel. However, Emiya Kiritsugu, who stands above the justice of all mankind, took over the golden scabbard out of consideration for the Holy Grail War.

Taking the golden scabbard, and then placing his weakened wife's body on the cold floor, Emiya Kiritsugu stood up and said, "Then, I'm leaving." ”

"Well, take care......" Alice Fell closed her eyes with a gentle smile, believing that her husband Kiritsugu Emiya would be able to bring back the Holy Grail and take care of Illia, so she could close her eyes peacefully and sleep peacefully. Eternal sleep, a deep sleep that never wakes up.

The entry of the five servants has completely stopped the function of Alice Field, and at the moment of the withdrawal of the ideal of independence from the world, she can no longer maintain the function of the person, and the reason why she can finish the last words is the obsession in her heart, which is called the miracle of love.

Now, it's Alice Phil's turn to fulfill her destiny.

With the death of one more servant, the Vessel of the Little Grail will manifest! The Holy Grail of Darkness will descend.

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A scorching smell came to my nose, as if there was a fire somewhere in the castle.

However, these did not have the slightest effect on Emiya Kiritsugu, he was used to the smoke and fire of war, even if he had not struggled on the battlefield of hell for a while, but this familiar breath, the smoke of this war, this bitter battle called the Holy Grail War, made Emiya Kiritsugu quickly recall his instinct, the cold killing instinct, the instinct of a warrior who has gone through thousands of battles and does not die.

Emiya Kiritsugu walked slowly and decisively through the castle with decisive and light steps.

He moderately relaxes the muscles of the whole body and does not exert excess force on any part. On the other hand, the nerves are like a mirror that is quieter and clearer than the surface of an icy lake, reflecting the panorama of the surrounding area. Sharper than hearing, clearer than visual, without any dead ends. Transform yourself into a probe that will immediately detect the slightest movement, and wander in the dark.

The last information provided by Alice Phil made Emiya Kiritsugu understand that the master of Archer should be somewhere in this Einzberen Castle, and he could see somewhere in the atrium, waiting for Emiya Kiritsugu's arrival.

Only in this way can he use the Command Charm to recall Archer at the critical moment.

As a result, the plan planned by Emiya Kiritsugu did fall through. Lost his reliable ally Rider, but did not take Archer, and at this moment Saber is fighting with Berserker, and after Saber defeats Berserker with difficulty, the possibility of winning the battle with Archer, Emiya Kiritsugu feels not optimistic.

And although it is strange that those monster-like servants who have come after have not appeared until now, there is a sense of urgency that those strange servants will not disappear for long.

Although the plan failed, Emiya Kiritsugu felt no remorse. Because there is time to regret it, it is better to move on to the next plan, for example, to kill the master of Archer.

The servant is dealt with by the servant, and the master is dealt with by the master, isn't that what the Holy Grail War is all about! As long as you kill the master of the archer, the Heroic Spirit without the mana supply will not be so difficult to deal with.

And against magicians, the magician killer Emiya Kiritsugu is an expert. Especially an orthodox magician like Tosaka Tokitomi is even easier to kill.

However, Emiya Kiritsugu has a feeling that the master of Archer at this time is not Tosaka Tokitomi, but the Yan Feng Qili who he was most worried about before.

Although I don't know why, however, this feeling is so strong, so convinced by Emiya Kiritsugu. After all, it's the feeling of wandering the battlefield of death countless times.

And for Yan Feng Qili, an enemy full of mysteries, Emiya Kiritsugu is always a little surprised, for Yan Feng Qili, Emiya Kiritsugu's various predictions have failed, but it is precisely because of this. Only then did Emiya Kiritsugu realize that the man had no interest in the Holy Grail.

More often than not, all masters fight for the Holy Grail. However, through today, through intelligence, and through various rational analysis, Emiya Kiritsugu understands that for Yan Feng Yan Feng Qili, the arrival of the Holy Grail is secondary.

Rather than successfully bring the Holy Grail to the end, he would rather have a favorable lead in the final showdown with the Master.

The purpose of the Rite of Grace is not the Holy Grail, but the bloodshed in the process of achieving it. That reason is neither inquisitable nor needs to be explored. It is enough to understand who the agent is targeting.

Kiritsugu slowly gripped the handle of the thompson?contender, his fingers touching the solid walnut, and he pondered the face of a man he had only seen in photographs. Thinking about his information, thinking about how to kill him with an Origin Bullet.

No matter what kind of strong enemy the other party is, as long as you are sure that it is the person you must challenge, then you will no longer be the object of affection. There is no fear, no hatred, neither contempt nor mercy, only exclusion is considered. That's the only function that Kiritsugu Emiya has given to himself as a killing machine.

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In a room in the half-abandoned castle of Einzberen, Grace watched calmly as Berserker and Saber fought, just as Gilgamesh watched the twisted repertoire of interesting struggles.

However, compared to Archer Gilgamesh, who enjoyed the repertoire with great interest, Yan Feng Qili was not in this mood, Rider died, and the Vampire True Ancestor trapped all the other players, and everything was smooth sailing. Now no one bothered Yan Fengqili.

He calmly left the room with a view of the battlefield in the atrium and entered the hallway. Suddenly, black smoke filled the air. The cause of the fire is believed to have set the castle on fire from Saber's golden sword.

Judging by the depth of the smell, it seems that the fire has spread to various parts of this half-abandoned castle of Einzberen. However, this did not affect Yan Feng Qili's battle, nor did it affect Yan Feng Qili's mood. That explores the confused mood that has always been in my heart.

At this moment, Yan Fengqili's mood became more and more passionate with every step he took, and the holy sentence of blessing couldn't help blurting out.

"The Lord awakens my soul, please guide me on the right path except Allah. Even though I walk in the valley of death, I am not afraid of the devil, for Allah is with me......"

Here he is. Now I will inevitably meet him.

Emiya Kiritsugu is nearby. Just as Yan Feng Qili longed for his arrival, he was also chasing Yan Feng Qili.

The flames had dispelled the darkness and swayed and danced throughout the hallway. The heat caressed Yan Fengqili's cheek, but he didn't care. The tide of blood tumbling in his heart was hotter than the flames.

For the first time, Yan Feng Qili now felt blessed. The God, who had never favored him in his life, finally gave him a revelation.

What he is looking for is the outpouring of hatred, the joy of battle.

"Your rod and whip have soothed me. Thou hast feasted me before my enemies, and thou hast put oil on my head, and the overflowing cup of blessing shall bring grace to my ...... forever" (To be continued.) )