Let Go of That Blackened Heroine

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The successful experiments one by one have made people more and more convinced that such a spacecraft can be used to travel to the universe.

Magicians who are good at stargazing, magicians with clairvoyance, are all shocked by such abilities.

And at this time.

Another piece of news gradually spread out.

Waited for years.

Finally, the final battle of the Holy Grail War, which should have been started long ago, is about to start.

This time, it is not a battle between heroic spirits and heroic spirits, but between a master and a servant, or even a battle between a group of friends.

The originally silent world of magic once again set off waves.

Those obedient demons, those lurking magicians, and priests just around the corner.

"Ma Po tofu, very spicy."

On the opposite side of the dining table, a young girl sat down.

The priest raised his head.

"Karen."

"Kirei." Karen sat down.

At this time, she was dressed quite seductively, but she also had the feeling of a priest, very sacred.

"Haven't you gotten rid of the influence of the church?" Kotomine Kirei was a little curious about his daughter.

He had known for a long time that his daughter had come to Fuyuki, but the two had never spoken to each other.

Even if they meet each other, it's just that they know each other's identity and have never been in close contact.

Neither of them regarded the other as their own relatives.

"I'm the one with the stigmata." Karen said calmly, talking about the stigmata, but she didn't seem to care about it.

"The church has not confirmed your stigmata." In fact, the church has confirmed it, but it has not passed on such news. abnormal?

How can believers accept it, even if they can accept it, how can the church accept it? If saints exist, then who should believers believe in?

Is it true that saints with stigmata are more trustworthy than churches?

A saint is just a tool of the church, moreover, the lowest kind.

A saint will never be allowed to have real power.

They have the right to interpret God.

But Karen didn't care.

"I don't believe in their gods. I don't care for them to die. My stigmata were born because of other gods. Everything in this world has a reason, just like I have a bastard father, a Poor mother, all of this is for the purpose of meeting God, because Karen means to be pitiful. If I am not pitiful, how can I be saved? If you think about it this way, all the pain I have endured For me, it is no longer darkness. No matter what kind of pain I can endure, because this endurance is valuable."

Kallen was talking while eating the mapo tofu that was just served.

She ate deliciously.

"Unexpectedly, you also like spicy food. Is it because you feel the pain and think you will be saved?"

"I'm not a pervert like you. I just think, isn't this red, white, and brain pulp very similar to blood? I like it very much. Don't you think it's beautiful?"

This seems to be more perverted.

It wasn't such a pervert.

However, after that day, I met her from a world full of blood and brains.

After that, gradually, I felt that such a scene was very beautiful.

"What's the matter for you to come to me? Could it be that you have trouble studying and want to be tutored by the teacher?"

Kotomine Kirei seemed to be very gentle and said.

"Really, chop suey should look a little chop suey, don't pretend to be a teacher."

Kallen sneered disdainfully.

"Do you think the King of Heroes can win?"

"That doesn't matter to me."

"I advise you not to do anything, I'm doing this for your own good." Kallen deliberately used the tone that parents often use for their children.

"You really have nothing in common with your mother except for your appearance."