Tribute to the Demon King

"Ah, yes... I haven't seen you in sixty years, Matou Zouken."

Matou Zouken is a dangerous guy—this conclusion is not just due to prejudice against immortals.More, it was the impression Kotomine Ri had left on him when he was overseeing the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City last time.

In addition to establishing a deep friendship with the exhibitor from the Tohsaka family, he also realized the danger of Matou Zouken.

The old priest didn't dare to take his gaze away from Emiya Kiritsugu, so he could only turn sideways and whisper to Matou Zouken: "You bastard, have you completely become a dead disciple?"

"You guessed wrong, my old friend."

Creaking, creaking, creepy sounds like swarms of insects chirping sounded, and after a while, Kotomine Rizheng realized that it was the suppressed laughter of this old man: "I never thought that sixty years later, you are still so stubborn upright."

"……What did you say?"

"I said Holy Grail War."

Words full of malice flowed out from the mouth of the old man who laughed lowly: "You will be the second supervisor... It seems that you are as stupid as the old and dead boy of the Yuansaka family."

Immediately, Emiya Kiritsugu's pupils shrank instantly.

He felt as if his heart was being held tightly by an invisible force—a strong sense of foreboding filled his chest.

He vaguely sensed that the next words of the Matou family's old magician might subvert his inherent impression of the Holy Grail War.

"Sure enough, if you just leave a record, people will always choose what they want to know and remember. If the magician from back then was still alive, he would have realized that the fourth Holy Grail War was a bit strange from the very beginning."

"You... really know something?"

Staring at the approaching black mud, Tosaka Tokiomi asked, "If possible, please reveal a little bit."

Sweat began to trickle down his forehead.

Whether it was Matou Zouken's sense of presence at the moment, or what his words hinted at, Tosaka Tokiomi felt a little bad foreboding.

"I really can't get enough of your troubled looks. That's all, if you can survive..."

Seeing several people stalemate together, no one moved, the old magician backed away slowly after leaving a creepy laugh.

"Wait a minute. Don't stop talking."

But at this moment, Zhou Yi suddenly appeared behind him, grabbed his neck, and said in a low voice, "Or are you delaying time?"

"so what……"

The old magician sneered, and his whole body turned into countless bugs and scattered.

But he stalled long enough for the black mud to crawl nearby.The moment he turned into a swarm of insects, the black mud that had been steadily crawling suddenly exploded, setting off a huge filthy wave more than ten meters high.

And then, with a thunderbolt, he slapped it hard—all of them were drowned in one breath!

Author's message:

Finally caught up...I don't know when I fell asleep, and woke up at [-]:[-]...Fortunately, I finally caught up

I'm so sleepy... I'm going to sleep, good night...

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There are many reasons for the birth of tragedy, it may be fate, or it may be retribution.

However, the reason for the spread of tragedy is only because of human weakness.Because of moral, emotional, social and other influences, people can only make choices limited to their own positions.

In other words - human beings have limits.

It is too greedy to want to realize the ambition that human beings cannot achieve, and at the same time expect to maintain the identity of human beings.

Emiya Kiritsugu realized this very early on.From a very young age, he tried to turn himself into a cold and ruthless measuring instrument. After carefully weighing the value of others, he chose the side that the scale favored.

Every time someone is killed, it means that at least two people become happy because of it.Even if countless people become corpses because of this...it means that more lives are saved because of this.

Yep, that's correct.Emiya Kiritsugu never doubted this.

If there were more happy people than unhappy people, the world would be closer to being saved.

"Yes, yes. You are correct, Kiritsugu."

A frivolous voice came from behind Kiritsugu.

He turned his head and suddenly realized that the scene in front of him seemed familiar.

It seemed to be the shallow beach that appeared after he left the nightmare created by Caster.

The young man in red who appeared in front of him looked at Kiritsugu's somewhat shaken eyes, and showed an unscrupulous and malicious smile.

"...Archer?"

For some reason, the servant in red made Kiritsugu feel something was wrong.

Why is it here?How is Irisviel?Where are the others?

There were too many questions, and Kiritsugu always felt that he had overlooked something.

In desperation, he had no choice but to ask the question he wanted to ask at first: "Where is this place?"

"Here, this is the inside of the Holy Grail."

The young man in red grinned and sat down cross-legged, holding his ankles with both hands and shaking his body happily back and forth: "Quickly make a wish, Kiritsugu, your wish will definitely come true."

"...the Holy Grail?"