Tribute to the Demon King

Even knowing that this is just an illusion, an idea that should never exist still germinated after more than a hundred repetitions:

...if, only if.

If he hadn't killed his father at the beginning... what would the future be like?

—— After a long silence, Emiya Kiritsugu slowly put down the pistol.

In a place Kiritsugu couldn't see, not far from his side, four people watched all this in silence.

"It fell short."

As if he was afraid of disturbing Kiritsugu, Rider said softly in a very low voice: "It's a pity. It's only the last bit..."

He looked at Kiritsugu with pity in his eyes.

Weber on the side was already speechless.

A reincarnation only takes thirty seconds.At the very beginning, Kiritsugu had cold eyes and merciless strikes.But now, he finally hesitated.

This is not some kind of chance based on chance.They watched Kiritsugu's eyes lose their luster little by little, until now they finally gave up resistance, it was just a logical necessity.

The illusion in Kiritsugu was the same as all of them.It's all about an endless loop of something you fear the most.

Kiritsugu's judgment was actually right.As long as you admit your mistake, you can restart the cycle, and when the magic power is exhausted, the illusion will naturally stop.

But Caster seems to have a special preference for Kiritsugu.Even Archer, who repeated the most among them, escaped after only repeating it a dozen times, but he, who had a deep hatred for Kiritsugu, poured almost all his magic power into Kiritsugu.

But even so, where Kiritsugu didn't notice, the corners of the room had already started to dissolve into nothingness.Even when the file was re-loaded, the four people who had been scattered outside the room had already begun to appear directly on the scene.

Only once or twice at most, and the illusion is over.If you succumb before then, you will probably never wake up again.

"dad……"

Suddenly, the young Kiritsugu asked: "Can't we really not do research on the Dead Apostles?"

"That's right. Didn't you explain it before? The body bound by the fate of death is too far away from the 'root'."

Emiya Jixian turned his head gently: "I will at least work out the countermeasures for longevity before your generation. In this way, when you reach your generation, you don't have to worry about other things."

"In other words, Dad still loves me now."

Kiritsugu asked in a somewhat hoarse voice.

Sensing that Kiritsugu seemed a little uneasy, Emiya Jixian came back to his senses, knelt down and hugged Kiritsugu, and comforted him: "Of course, of course Dad loves you."

"Is that so..."

Kiritsugu nodded expressionlessly, and then pulled the trigger.

There were three crisp sounds in a row.The hit point is Emiya Tokiken's heart.

Then Kiritsugu gently pushed Emiya Noriken away, and put a last shot on his forehead expressionlessly.

"Thank you... Dad..."

Watching his father's slightly open, empty arms, Kiritsugu sobbed: "Thank... thank you..."

He could hardly even utter a sound, and slowly squatted on the ground and hugged his head, letting out a heart-piercing scream.

Kiritsugu wailed hysterically, and let out continuous meaningless roars as if venting, until his voice was completely hoarse.

After a long time, he stood up slowly holding the blood-stained suitcase that was gradually disappearing, his eyes were full of persistence.

"...It's not over yet."

From the sobbing throat came out Kiritsugu's almost enchanted voice: "I still have the Holy Grail...it's not too late...I still have a miracle that can overturn fate..."

The reality is not a fairy tale. In order to save the majority, someone must sacrifice.If there are more happy parties being guarded than unfortunate ones, then the world is closer to being saved.

Even if there are countless corpses under your feet.If there are lives saved, then the most important thing is these protected lives.

"I'm going to... save the world."

Kiritsugu muttered, repeating his original idea, and stood up.

The illusion dissipated, Kiritsugu looked at the silent four people who were close at hand, as if he hadn't seen anything, he didn't react, he just glanced around with emotionless eyes, and found Archer among them.

"Go, Archer."

He made a hoarse, exhausted sound that sounded hollow. Archer's silent spirit form followed.

After the two walked away, a magic gun slowly emerged from the air and was held in Zhou Yi's hand.

"Although it feels like this shouldn't be your fault, I don't know why, but I'm just very upset right now, Ryunosuke... No, Caster."

Zhou Yi murmured into the air in a low voice: "I think it's your fault."

"...Let's go, kid."

Rider said in a deep voice, "Leave the rest to Berserker."

Afterwards, he reached out and grabbed Weber's shoulder, and walked into the dense fog without looking back.

The next moment, behind Rider, a scorching pillar of fire pierced through the sky and the earth.

The scorching flame that pierced through the thick fog and almost illuminated the entire night sky exploded from Zhou Yi's body!

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