I, the Able Angel, Courier and Kamen Rider

At the end of this transaction, the two had nothing to do with each other.

Yes, there is no relationship.

Seeing the back of Emiya Kiritsugu gradually going away with the suitcase in hand, he picked up the wine glass, and looked at himself reflected in the glass, Noshin showed a bitter smile helplessly.

I really like to meddle in my own business too much.

Although there is such a saying, the vast majority of heroes show a nosy personality when they are young.

But she is not a hero, nor can she be a hero. An angel just doesn't want to see Emiya Kiritsugu, that is, Illya suffer.

A hero is someone who sacrifices everything for others.

Heroes are never the group of people who accept flowers and applause. Heroes are the group of people who are burdened with loneliness and pain. When you are misunderstood, belittled and insulted by you, they are still persistently saving you. They are the most unacceptable by morality. It is the most despised, but it is the group of people who have contributed the most.

It's not something grown-ups do to watch innocent children walk toward the abyss of despair and just sit back and watch.

After all, looking at the endings of the entire FSN orthodox works, even the purple-haired passer-by can have a compensation ending like Sakura no Yume, but Ilya didn't give any explanation.

Now that I have crossed over and abandoned everything including gender, I no longer have to live with the expectations of others when I am alone.

Anyway, it is a second life obtained out of thin air, a little extravagance can be allowed, right?

Obviously, at the moment when the dome fell, her breathing had stopped, her time could not continue to pass, and her life had already ended, but she did survive in a brand new form.

——Before I realized it, my body moved involuntarily.

"Emiya Kiritsugu."

"?"

"Hell is ahead of you."

The wine glass was smashed on the counter, and the dull sound seemed to be questioning the man.

"A feat that even a god can't accomplish with a human body will only end up being smashed."

"Loving everyone indiscriminately is the same as loving no one. Saving people indiscriminately will eventually save you." Fingertips twirled lightly on the rim of the cup, looking at the reflection on the cup wall, without going The Angel who looked directly at Emiya Kiritsugu was talking to himself.

"I don't expect to persuade you to give up your ideals through one-sided words, but you are not a machine without blood and tears, right? Think about your wife and daughter a little bit, with the ashes of hope."

"Even if I risk my life, I... will save the world."

Emiya Kiritsugu, who had his back to the Angel, quietly spun words.

The girl who didn't laugh lightly sighed: "Obviously they've already got married and started a career, how old are you?"

"Whether in the past or in the future."

Sonorous and forceful, the man who had almost no intention of paying attention to Neng Angel was now extremely serious, gritting his teeth, as if trying to suppress his inner feelings, he "firmly" expressed his thoughts.

"The blood shed in Fuyuki City will be the last bloodshed for all mankind? You will not succeed. After all, this is also the Lord's revelation. This Holy Grail War will end without any winner... ...want to eradicate evil? That would be equivalent to eradicating all human beings."

The angel's back disappeared like smoke, as if everything was a dream, she never existed.

When Kiritsugu, who was about to say something, turned his head, the girl's figure had disappeared.

Only the glass with the foam remaining remained, and under the dim light, the profile of the man was reflected.

And the handwriting left by the wine on the counter:

"Pursuing the ideal of a saint with a mortal body is like the glorious fall of Icarus."

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The moonlight is soaked in summer colors, quiet and bright.

The earth was rendered by the afterglow, and gradually dissipated and became silent.

Alone, looking at the figure depicted on the title page of the diary, the former murderer raised his head and stared at the moonlight pouring into the room from the window.

On that rainy night several years ago, the girl who descended like an angel was the light of relief in Ryunosuke's dark life, the angel who guided him out of the filthy sea of ​​blood.

No, it might be better to say that the former Ryunosuke is dead, right?

Laughing at himself, Ryunosuke looked at the calendar.

"I haven't sent any contact for six months? Sure enough, this so-called delivery entrustment is not as simple as I imagined...Could it be that this is also the task that Lord Angel served and entrusted to her?"

No wonder I didn't bring myself.

Ryunosuke, whose thinking was gradually changing, squeezed his chin, and after thinking for a while, he automatically completed the whole cause and effect for the angel, without any doubt that the other party lost contact in Germany for a long time.

It's an angel after all.

Nothing in this world can hurt her.

At least, as a person who has nothing to do with magic, Ryunosuke thinks so after seeing Neng Angel pull out eight big guns out of thin air from the halo behind his back.

Of course, Ryunosuke would look at Neng Angels in this way, and some of them were the fault of Miss Traveler, who was taught by his mother to have some magical temperament when he was a child.

Although she can mix with anyone without any sense of disobedience, she is more at home in the role of a magician than in other roles.

After all, she is a student who graduated from an acting arts major, so this level is naturally a little bit stronger than ordinary people.

blah blah.

While Ryunosuke was admiring the moonlight, there were sudden sounds on the first floor.