Tribute to the Demon King

If he can keep fighting with him, even if "that" thing is used, Lancer will never have the slightest regret.

"That's the best. One last word... I'm really sorry, Lancer. I certainly took your enemy away... But now I have reasons why I have to."

Without the slightest intention to fight, Assassin turned his head and said in a low voice: "I'm really sorry, I won't replace Saber and fight with you. If you want to sneak attack from behind, it's up to you."

"...Wait a minute. Are you Siegfried, or Hassan?"

Unable to bear it, Lancer asked.

Assassin just shook his head: "I am Assassin. I would be fine if I were Saber, and I would be fine if I were Siegfried... However, I am just a Servant with nothing but assassination."

"But you also helped your Master. That's enough."

Lancer sighed, and lowered his sharp spear slightly to the ground: "It's not because you appreciate your Master, nor because you're bound by the Command Spell. It's just because you are willing to give your life as a Servant...Assassin, your Loyalty is your most precious place. I think that kind of trust and bond with Master is stronger than individual bravery."

"Really. Thank you so much for the compliment."

For the first time, Assassin's tone became a little gentler: "But, Lancer, I will kill your Master sooner or later. My goal is to win the victory for the Master. Since the ability I possess is not enough to deal with you, then I'll kill Tohsaka Tokiomi... so it doesn't matter?"

"Sneak attack and assassination...is also part of the Holy Grail War. Kotomine Kirei will be the enemy of the Master sooner or later, and we will be enemies with each other sooner or later...but I am very happy to meet opponents like Saber and you right now. Looking at it now, the Holy Grail War isn't bad either."

Lancer was lenient, accepting what bordered on a provocative assumption.

"...What a noble hero. If it wasn't for..."

Admired, Assassin whispered back.

But before he could finish speaking, his body suddenly blurred and disappeared before Lancer's eyes.

"...Assassins?"

However, Lancer never heard back again.

Is it a command spell?

Sighing reassuringly, Lancer showed a weak look for a moment, and leaned on the sharp gun to enter the spirit body.

The magic power was almost completely exhausted, and he suffered fatal injuries.But Karna remained standing.

It wasn't because of recovery skills or special undead skills, he "withstood" the fatal injuries just by virtue of his tenacious spirit.

But...without the supplement of mana, he couldn't heal his wounds at all.Now he was exhausted just breathing and pumping his heart hard.

On the other hand, after Assassin obtained Saber's heart, not only his personality, but also his attributes seemed to be usurped.If he chooses to challenge Lancer at this moment, he may become the first Hassan to defeat Karna.

...Fortunately, Assassin was summoned back by his Master.Or did he already see Lancer's weakness, but didn't make a move... Probably, it was the former.

After resting on the spot for about five minutes, Karna finally got some strength to move.

Tokiomi was still not out of danger.

Feeling deeply anxious, Karna frowned and walked towards the direction he remembered.

But as soon as he took a step, Karna was suddenly taken aback, and turned back into a real body.

An unprecedented sense of crisis swept across, causing Karna to shiver.

He looked towards Fuyuki Church in amazement: "Then... what is it?"

Author's message:

Ugh, my shoulders are so sore...that's why I hate internships... (Louch)

I have a headache and dare not stay up late, so today is still an update...By the way, from yesterday to next Wednesday, I am doing an internship outside. I don't dare to update too late these days. [-]% of this month's full attendance will be donated... (tears)

But even if I don't have full attendance, I will update it twice a day when I go back, please rest assured, readers (chest out)

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Irisviel opened her eyes and looked around.

It feels very strange now.She can clearly realize where she is, but she can't think clearly.

It's almost like dreaming.

Irisviel stared at the dull, repetitive and boring snow scene.

Day after day, the tragic fate of the city of severe winter has been repeated for two thousand years.

——The recurrence of the third method.

From the first year of the Western calendar, at the end of nearly nine hundred years of futility, there have been accidents of accidents, great success events with a very small probability.Thus, Justesa, an artificial human called "Winter Maiden", was created.

Justesa, the proof of the third method is successful.

But the cost is very high.The third method of Justesa is extremely fine weaving.It will take several years to save even one person, and the ultimate goal of "relief for all mankind" cannot be achieved anyway.

For magicians, this is a more intolerable conclusion than the setbacks that have lasted for nine hundred years.They tried their best to make an artificial human surpassing Justesa, tried their best to make a copy of Justesa, and kept repeating and trying and trying and trying and trying and trying again——

...In the end, the long-anticipated ending finally came.

If such a miracle as Justesa had never happened, they would not suffer setbacks.But just because they are only one step away from their ideals, but limited by their own talents, they cannot step out-this reality makes them fall into despair.

"Is that so...Even if human hands can make things that surpass humans, it is impossible to make things that can save humans."

They finally accepted the fact calmly.

So some people left the castle, some people took their lives.