The Undying Death Knight failed to achieve the ending of the Heroic Spirit

The force transmitted from the lance suddenly increased. Menechel hugged Illya with one hand, immediately let go of the lance and stepped back.

"Then you will only harm her if you launch a servant war here." Illya's expression became indifferent: "If a servant dies at such a close distance, the soul of the servant will definitely be contained by her as the little Holy Grail. The loss of control will only get worse."

Lanmarok's forward momentum faltered, and she turned to look at Matou Shinji to confirm his order, but she only saw Matou Shinji's livid face. He was panting but staring at Illya helplessly.

Illya broke free from Menechel's arms, holding the two corners of her skirt with both hands and bowing slightly to everyone present. When she raised her head, a meaningful smile appeared on her face.

"Don't worry, Einzbern won't use such a mean means as threats. I will come to you again at night, you can hide her and fight me without worry - when that time comes, I will kill her."

Shinji Matou's body was shaking. He stared unwillingly at the backs of Illya and Berserker as they left. As the sliding door of the outer room closed, Shinji Matou desperately kicked over the stool in front of him and let out a meaningless roar.

"Shinji..."

Emiya Shirou, who had recovered a little, walked forward and wanted to say something. His hand just touched Matou Shinji's shoulder but was violently shaken away by Matou Shinji. He raised his red eyes and looked at Emiya Shirou who was close at hand. Suddenly, he raised his fist and hit Emiya Shirou's face hard.

Snapped--!

The punch that Saber threw with all her might was blocked by a hand that suddenly appeared. Saber held onto Shinji Matou's fist, and Shinji Matou pulled his hand away fiercely. He looked at Shirou Emiya and took several deep breaths.

"Okay, Emiya, if that's your answer, then fine - just go play your boring game of Justice Partners by yourself!"

"Let's go, Rider."

Ranmaroku took Matou Sakura from Toosaka Rin, carried the sleeping girl on his back, and followed Matou Shinji's footsteps.

"Well then, Saber's Master, I will take my leave as well."

Bazette nodded to Emiya Shirou, and she pulled over Lancer who was muttering "Why don't you fight again?"

Shirou Emiya sat down on the ground dejectedly, he lowered his head and looked at his body. Suddenly, a beam of sunlight shone on his face. He raised his head and saw Toosaka Rin pulling open the curtains.

"Okay, Emiya-san, now there are only two of us." Toosaka Rin crossed her arms in front of her chest, and she stared at Emiya Shirou with a scrutinizing look: "So can you tell me the reason?"

"reason?"

Seeing the confusion in Emiya Shirou's eyes, Toosaka Rin sighed softly. She sat down next to Emiya Shirou and said, "Even if I have to kill the juniors who admire you, I have to cut off one possibility... Emiya Shirou, your justice is very sick."

As the current caretaker of the Toki Spiritual Vein, she has a natural mission to protect the mysticism. Any magician who threatens ordinary people is an enemy of Rin. But unlike her, Rin never thought that Shirou Emiya would have any reason to make such a choice.

"So can you tell me?"

"I..." Emiya Shirou seemed to have thought of something. He buried his head in his hands in pain: "Shinji is right. My dream is indeed illusory. My dream, or rather my existence, is borrowed from others."

Saber backed away quietly, giving up the space to the two living people.He walked to the entrance and closed the sliding door.

……

After leaving the Emiya residence, Illya was not as relaxed as she appeared.

Perhaps because of the fight that had just happened in the morning, the streets were unusually quiet. But even though there was no one on the street, Illya walked beside Menachere abnormally, and did not forcefully demand to ride on his shoulders as usual.

Walking from the old city to the suburbs, Illya remained silent along the way. She walked quietly about one step in front of Menachel. Looking at Illya's back as she walked forward stubbornly, Menachel frowned, wanting to say something but not knowing where to start.

Soon, his gaze caught Illya's attention.

"What's wrong, Berserker?"

Illya turned her head in confusion.

"Why didn't you just do it just now?"

"You can't defeat three servants at the same time if you take me into consideration." Illya said in a casual tone. Even Berserker before being demoted seemed to have a hard time dealing with three servants, let alone now.

...Moreover, Illya could sense that the new Lancer was a notch stronger than Archer.

"I will only send my familiar to accompany you during the night battle."

Although Berserker is probably not the opponent of the three servants in a frontal battle, Berserker definitely has the advantage in terms of battery life.If Berserker is summoned by an ordinary magician like Tohsaka Rin, then Berserker's treasure can only provide two resurrections, but if the master is her Illya, the number of Berserker's resurrections is almost unlimited.

Although his abilities would decrease after each resurrection, so that all attributes could only reach E in the end - but with the enhancement of other skills, Berserker was actually the one who cared least about his own attributes.

The premise is that Lanmarok is not present.

That's why Illya just deliberately tried to sow discord between Shinji Matou and Shirou Emiya.

But this was not what Menichel really wanted to ask.

"Illya, that Matou Sakura is also the Little Holy Grail, right?" Menechel said in a dull voice, but there was an uncontrollable brilliance in his eyes: "In other words, if she replaces you as the vessel for the Holy Grail to descend..."

"No!" Illya interrupted him just as he started talking, and she said the unquestionable words in a fierce tone.

Seeing Menachere's surprised expression, Illya pursed her lips and organized her words: "She is just a defective product made by an amateur. Let's not talk about her feasibility as a container for the Holy Grail. Even if she succeeds, what will happen? My body won't survive this year."

She was clearly standing in the sun, but her frail body gave people an indescribable sadness.

"Illya, you're going to kill her no matter what, right?"

The answer is undoubtedly yes. What Illya did today was to find out the magician who had been wantonly harvesting the souls of ordinary people in Dongmu City in recent days.

So Minachell continued, "She can activate it, which means that she is at least qualified as a vessel. So instead of letting her die meaninglessly, it is better to let her make a final contribution."

This time, Illya did not interrupt her servant. She looked Menechel up and down with a scrutinizing gaze. She finally saw the shadow of the legendary cold-blooded First Knight in Menechel, who could sacrifice others for herself without hesitation.

"Of course I will kill her." Illya looked at Menechel and tried to calm herself down. "But Berserker, I can kill her because I want to prevent the secret of the Holy Grail from affecting irrelevant people, but I will never kill her just to survive. I will not kill anyone just to evade my responsibilities. If I do that, I will be no different from her who has lost control."

Even though the price of fulfilling her duty is her life, and even though she doesn't want to die, Illya will never let anyone else replace her, even if that person was born to replace her.

"Besides, it's too late. I have already absorbed Archer's soul. If you want the Holy Grail to descend, I have to be the only one." Illya's eyes softened as she spoke: "At the last moment, Berserker, you can hold me and make a wish. Then, can you please hand me over to Sera?"

Silence, long silence.

"There is still a chance. The condition for the Holy Grail to descend is to gather the souls of six Servants - so, there is still a chance."

"That's enough, Berserker!"

The gentleness on Illya's face quickly disappeared like thin ice under the sun, and when she raised her head again, she had a cold expression, just like when they first met. And Menechel hadn't seen Illya in this state for a long time.

“Disgusting!” Illya took a few steps back in disgust, as if avoiding some disgusting garbage: “Stop pretending to care about me here. I’ve had enough of your hypocrisy and affectation!”

——Emotions are false, but feelings are real. Illya's heart, which had been covered by ice for many years, did feel the long-lost warmth. That warmth was a deadly poison that intoxicated her.

"Don't act so righteous. Don't I know what kind of person you are? You only care about yourself! I don't want to play along with you anymore. I'm not your sister, I'm not Avril, and I'm not a tool for you to vent your guilt."

——Of course Illya knew what kind of person Berserker was. The deep sorrow that would be transmitted to her in her dreams every night as soon as she fell asleep made Illya extremely sure that if it was for her sister, Berserker would definitely become the sixth sacrifice.

——No, I don’t want that kind of thing!

“I don’t care about your kindness or your sacrifice! Berserker! Remember, you are just my Servant, a familiar living in my magic circuit!”

Illya never cared whether she was a substitute, but she knew that she was just Berserker's salvation, not all he was looking for.

"What do you know about me? You are disobeying my will. I am Illya, not Avril!"

So Berserker must be awakened. He must use his indifference to make Berserker separate himself from Avril, and he must not give up the true redemption that Berserker has been pursuing for the sake of a dying substitute.

A barrage of words came out of Illya's mouth one after another with a strange indifference that even she herself felt. She didn't dare to look up at Menchel's expression. She could only clench her fists to hold back her tears. She turned around and turned her back to the gloomy Menchel. Illya took a few steps stubbornly, but found that Berserker didn't follow her.

"Why, now that I've exposed you, you don't even want to pretend anymore?"

She was clearly trying her best to restrain herself, but her voice still had an obvious cry tone.

Menechel followed Illya's steps.

"Understood, Master."

I'm going to climb Mount Huangshan tomorrow. If I still have the energy to update in the evening, I will definitely update [dog head holding a rose]

335. Chapter 322 Do you want to come to my side?

335.

2023-08-11

Pushing the door open, you can see a faint purple glow under the dim red light. The changing dark tones of light, scattered carelessly by the laser lights, create a dark space that makes your heart beat faster.

The faces of the few guests here were hidden in the darkness, unclear and dim, like dark silhouettes. The same was true of the slight sounds of communication between people, interweaving into an intoxicating timbre.

The sun had just set, but there were already a lot of people gathered here.

This is a paradise for adults, "Deep Sea Pure Land", the largest bar in Dongmu. The only people who come here at this time are the drunken hedonists, except for the pathetic office workers who have to come to entertain them.

In the entertainment club filled with the foul smell of alcohol, there was a figure sitting near the bar that did not fit in with the surroundings.

She was a lady with long wavy silver hair. Her hair color was similar to Illya's, but her temperament was completely different.

If Illya is just a pure white child, revealing the childishness of her age, then this white-haired woman exudes a mysterious and dangerous aura from head to toe.

She was just sitting there drinking alone, but she seemed to be isolated from all the complicated sounds around her. Just being by her side could make one feel an eerie sense of peace.

It is a mysterious, indescribable feeling full of secrets that makes people want to explore it.

Suddenly, she smiled brightly. She tapped the table with her fingers and the bartender came over. The woman pointed at the man behind her and said, "Please buy him a glass of Blue Salute."

Menechel glanced at the woman beside him and did not refuse. He sat down one seat away from her, but the woman just quietly drank the bright wine in her glass and had no intention of talking to him.

Just then the bartender placed a high chair in front of his table and frowned as he looked at the quiet aqua-blue wine in the goblet.

The bartender tactfully left. Menichel turned to look at the woman beside him, who was also looking at him with interest. Menichel was the first to speak:

"Karen...right."

She was not wearing a nun's uniform, but her holy aura did not need any external decoration. However, Menechel knew that the dereliction of duty in front of her who was classified as missing was Assassin's master.

"As expected, you came after all. Where's Illyasviel? She didn't come with you, did she?"

"Heh." Minachell sneered, "Didn't you ask me to come here alone?"

He looked around fearfully. The nun in front of him was not as simple as she had appeared when they first met. The strange spirit familiar came to his side without Illya noticing, and completed the communication in front of Illya.

"There are no familiars of mine around. Such harmless spirits are very rare, and that's why I value you." Signing a contract with a spirit - this seemingly unbelievable act is real. As a natural spirit-attracting physique, she has been used as a detector to expel evil spirits since the day she was sent to the church, but thanks to this, she was able to use her physique to achieve her current achievements.

But even signing a contract with such a spirit without obsessions was very painful, and it was thanks to the old nuns who never treated her as a human being that she got used to the pain.

She showed Menechel the backs of her hands, on which the traces of the Command Seals had completely faded.

"As I said before, Assassin has left the stage. Don't worry about me setting up an ambush. After all, my current situation is the same as yours. We have both become targets of public attack."

"I heard that the Command Seals don't necessarily have to be on the hands."

"Do you want me to check other parts of my body? If I can gain your trust, then no problem." Kallen raised her head pretending to be shy, but her expression remained unchanged.

Menechel looked away: "If you dare to attack Illya, I will kill you here."

"Don't worry, she is an important material for the advent of the Holy Grail."

Menechel raised his head and stared at Kallen.

"Even if she thinks so, I don't want things to go on like this. After all, if that happens, I will get nothing."

She straightened her back without fear. When Illya declared war on the remaining servants, Berserker was already out of servants to form an alliance with.

"So you came to me alone, do you want to come to my place?"

Although it was a question, Kallen's voice was full of certainty, just as she was certain that Menachel would come.

History is something that can only be described as “relative”, not “absolute”. This is because history is recorded and passed down by humans, and since it is a record of [humans], there will be mistakes, and it will also be distorted due to the preferences of the recorder.

But the records of events are usually not too different. The first knight Menechel - perhaps there is some doubt that he was beheaded by King Arthur in the final battle, but what is certain is that he, who was almost at the top of that era, chose to betray at the critical moment of unification.

Even in that situation, he could betray me, not to mention that now he was almost torn apart by a half-grown child. Kallen even speculated that if it weren't for the fear that no one would offer Illya a service after her death and the fear of the Command Seals, Berserker would have torn Illya to pieces in a rage.

"There's no need for me to risk my wishes for a Master who is heading towards self-destruction. I offered her a way to survive, but she was determined to achieve her own destruction. How could I be safe after she lost her human functions? Therefore, I can only make a profit for myself."

"but--"

Suddenly, Menachel changed the subject and his eyes became sharp. Kallen's breathing could not help but stop when he looked at her.

"I don't even trust her, why should I trust you?"

"Don't worry about that." Kallen slapped a piece of paper on the table. It was a yellowed page with complicated and dazzling ancient spells engraved on the back. There was nothing on the front except a line of small words on the first line. Menachel glanced at the words:

"Berserker promised to conclude a contract with Kallen and protect her life during the contract period."

"What's this."

For the first time, a faint smile appeared on Kallen's face.

"Self-enforcement spell. You can fill in the remaining terms. As long as it's not too extreme, I'll agree to it."

But then the smile on her face froze, because she saw Menechel take the pen from her hand and write the first sentence.

[Karen and his party must not have any thoughts or actions that would harm Illya]

Seeing Kallen looking at him, Menachel looked up and explained, "I have to find someone to test."

……