Apparently, this chapter's title means the same thing as the last one

Inside the Matou Family's Basement, the battle between father and son continues.

Fearing the soul-targeting Magecraft cast by the Mercury Dress, Zouken dared not draw power from his original body. This shell, created solely to humiliate Yanye, didn't contain much magical energy; the longer it dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for him.

His opponents are facing the same situation.

Beneath Kariya Matou's emaciated, bony body, how many organs are left? The gnawed insects and the consumption of Mercury have far exceeded the maximum capacity of his Magic Circuits. The fact that he hasn't exploded is a miracle comparable to the Holy Grail itself.

But how do these "miracles" happen? Is it luck, skill, or simply a simple belief?

Kariya Matou's body and spirit were driven by only one belief from beginning to end: to bring back the smile of his beloved. Even though the way he carried out this belief later became distorted, no one can deny the power of this belief.

Magic and Magecraft are both subjective phenomena; the more focused and concentrated your mind, the greater your power.

But strong beliefs are also generated by people; once a person dies, they are gone.

How much of Kariya Matou's life is left?

This is not good!

The torture that the Mercury Dress inflicted on Zouken, both physically and spiritually, was pushing the old Magecraft to his breaking point. Enduring excruciating pain while simultaneously fighting back was too much of a burden for him.

This rebellious son's crazy and reckless behavior turned a small problem that could have been easily solved into a life-or-death situation.

That's a bit of an exaggeration, because even if he dispersed his resistance and directly took the blow to his soul inflicted by Archibald, he wouldn't die.

But they couldn't survive that way either.

The long years had rusted away at the soul of the Zouken. Even though he had accumulated immense magical power, his decaying soul could no longer manipulate it at will. The Holy Grail was his last hope, his only hope. He cherished his life dearly, waiting for the day he could grasp the "miracle."

If Kayneth's Magecraft works, he will indeed survive, but his more broken soul will lose the power to manipulate Magecraft.

For example, if an ordinary person suffers a serious injury and has to have a limb amputated, even if they don't die, they can forget about ever standing up again.

If Zouken were to truly be unable to use Magecraft again, it would be a fate more cruel than death for him. He would be forced to live out the rest of his life like an ordinary old man, merely eking out a miserable existence.

Therefore, he had to change the situation.

He didn't know how much longer Yanye could hold on. Although it seemed that the rebellious son could die at any moment, he dared not gamble. Even if Yanye were to suddenly die the next moment, he didn't want to wait any longer. A person who would rather live in this inhuman, ghostly state wouldn't have the courage to take such a gamble.

In reality, if this stalemate continues, Yanye should be the first to give in. But Zouken cherishes his life too much; he fears death, and his mind is filled with distractions, so his faith cannot be focused.

However, being unfocused also has its advantages, because the more you think, the more you can adapt.

"Einzbern, no, I mean Sabr, they've now changed positions, right here..."

The old Magecraft used his magic to draw a coordinate, a message transmitted by the Surveillance Worms that covered the entire city. He wasn't speaking to Yanye, as the latter could no longer hear him. But the father and son weren't the only ones present.

A surge of violent magic gathered in the center of the room, and a tall, Black Knight appeared. He strode towards Yanye, easily pulling off the metal shackles binding Yanye's hands and feet like pulling up a radish. He grabbed the dying man, held him protectively in his arms, leaped up, smashed through the ceiling and walls, and was out of sight in the blink of an eye.

The Mercury had long since broken under brsrkr's brutal actions. Only Zouken, who had narrowly escaped death, remained in the Worm Chamber, panting heavily.

Brsrkr was the Srvant he chose for Yanye, Zouken probably knew more about this Knight's life than the actual Master. Therefore, he was able to use the Knight's obsession to buy Kariya a chance to survive.

On the other side, the critically injured Yanye couldn't withstand the impact of BRSKR's full-speed movement. He was already brain dead when he broke through the wall of the Matou Residence, just a hair's breadth away from complete death.

But it wasn't fate at work; Yanye's strongest obsession before losing consciousness was to burn with life and transform it into magic. At the same time, it's well known that even in the clinical death stage, when the heartbeat and breathing have completely stopped, the body's metabolism continues slowly. Therefore, at this moment, Yanye's body, driven by inertia, was still generating magic.

Originally, all this magical energy was being transferred to the Mercury Dress, but now the connection between him and the Mercury Dress has been severed. The only way for the magical energy to go is to be transferred to brsrkr through the connection between the Master and the Servant.

But it still wasn't enough. Brsrkr's rich combat experience and intuition told him that even with that much magic, it wouldn't be enough to get him to Sabr. To slow down the rate at which the Astra disappeared, he made a decision.

"You... are... a... sacrifice..."

Brsrkr stiffly repeated the words he had spoken in Yanye's dream, while simultaneously biting Yanye's carotid artery, thirstily drawing blood from his Master, just as he had in the dream.

The exchange of bodily fluids is the quickest way to replenish mana, and the fresh red blood that harbors life is the best mana tonic.

Several black magic worms oozed from the wound, which were excellent tonics for brsrkr, and he swallowed them whole, without even removing their heads.

Even though such an action would hasten Astra's complete death, the Knight, who was only thinking about Saber, didn't care about that.

"Sa... b... r! Arthur!"

With his blood completely drained and his life force utterly halted, Yanye casually tossed him aside. Brsrkr, now possessing ample magical power, accelerated, charging towards his king, friend, and enemy.

To ANR, who lacks Divinity, the Chains of Heaven are nothing more than a few sturdier iron chains. Although they can bind him for a while, he can still break free with enough effort.

But even after breaking free of the chains, Arhr had already aimed several Gilgamesh Noble Phantasm at him and fired them.

Fortunately, the ANR class provides an agility bonus comparable to, or even surpassing, that of the Assassin. If the RIR's agility is reflected in its mobility, and the Assassin's agility in its surprise attacks and escapes, then the ANR's agility lies in its flexibility in close combat.

After several somersaults and turns that would make even Olympics gymnastics champions pale in comparison, ANR safely evaded the attack.

Of course, rather than saying that ANR was more skilled, it's more accurate to say that ANR didn't follow up with his initial attack. If he had continued to use the Gate of Babylon to block ANR's escape routes, the latter would have been injured even if he managed to escape.

However, the current situation was so shocking that both Arhr and Kirei stopped all their actions—the former perhaps more so because he saw a good show and didn't want to be distracted.

Kirei Kotomine's hand was still embedded in his father's chest; the old man was dead without a doubt. No one's heart could survive such a powerful attack.

Kayneth recalled ANR to his side. Since the Command Seals Spell hadn't killed Arhr, continuing the fight here wouldn't yield any better results. He made a gesture. ANR nodded in understanding, grabbed Astr around the waist, and with a series of high jumps across the Church ruins, quickly left the area.

The man in mid-air could freely change direction, but Arhr let this target, who was easier to hit than a target, go, because his attention was on Kirei.

The Father, who adhered to doctrine and morality but lacked a true understanding of them, actually killed his own father. How would this affect Kirei? Gilgamesh very much looking forward to it.

Dead?

They must be dead; there's absolutely no chance of them surviving.

Having served Executor and Kirei the brutal deaths of numerous heretics under his fists, Kirei could not possibly judge the passage of life.

Risei Kotomine, the most devout follower of the Lord and the most loyal ally of the Tohsaka Family, died just like that?

He died at the hands of the person he trusted most, without even a last word.

What an irony! If, as Astra and his Master say, there really is a god orchestrating the entire script of the world, then the character of Risei is truly filled with the author's malice.

And this malice was so... so... so...

Kirei couldn't quite describe the feeling he was experiencing, because he had never felt anything like it since birth. His first half of life had been spent in emptiness; this was what he had been searching for all along—

"A sense of fulfillment."

Arhr had appeared beside him unnoticed and whispered a word to him.

"Is this what a sense of fulfillment is?" (The novel website doesn't skip words.)

Parricide is undoubtedly one of the greatest evils in human understanding. After committing this evil with his own hands, Kirei felt a profound sense of fulfillment, which means that Kirei Kotomine's essence is... is... is...

"Evil."

The golden Heroic Spirit spoke those words for him once more.

"Look how happy you are now, you've probably never felt so fulfilled before, haven't you?" (Novel website has many words)

Am I laughing? I really am laughing!

Kirei's trembling hand, the one that hadn't thrown a punch, touched the corner of his mouth, where a truly pleasurable smile curved.

"Hahahaha, so this is me—this is Kirei Kotomine?! Hahahaha, this is truly a good show! This must be the pleasure you've been talking about all this time, right? (Novel website has many words)"

The Father's expression was a mixture of pleasure and extreme distortion. Arhr, observing all this, smiled slightly and spoke in a tone like that of someone guiding a lost lamb—even though the other was clearly the Father —saying, "Ah, this is part of the pleasure. But it's not true pleasure. If you want to experience what true pleasure is like, hehehe..."

Kirei turned to stare into those captivating red eyes and said, "King of Heroes, I'd love to witness your pleasure, but before that, let me do what I believe is right."

"For example, let me tell you the malicious truth behind this Holy Grail War."

35. It is said that the title of this chapter has the same meaning as the title of the previous chapter.

35. It is said that the title of this chapter has the same meaning as that of the previous chapter and was typed by members of [*][--].

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