A Broken Saori and Shirou Making a Baby / Mercy from the One Who Started It ...

"Don't let worldly matters sway you," Roswaal said nostalgically. "Back then, your father was very obedient, sowing seeds of misfortune in many places. So I helped him, achieved merit, and became Earl."

"You're not Father's brother... Who are you?" Shirou asked, looking at Roswaal.

"No, no one else has ever used this body before. I am indeed his younger brother, but my soul is that of your ancestor. Yes, I was the first Border Earl who founded the family. I was the Magecraft before I became the Border Earl, and I am indeed the one who is your uncle's man."

To maintain my youth, I have to change bodies every twenty or thirty years. This is called reincarnation Magecraft, which implants my soul and memories into a newborn baby. As long as I do this, I can be immortal until I fulfill my long-cherished wish."

"Since those children are your descendants, why did you do such a cruel thing!" Shirou questioned.

"Ah, I'm so sorry. Because reincarnation Magecraft requires a certain degree of compatibility between the body and soul, the bloodline purity is insufficient if the couple doesn't marry directly from the same lineage."

For my purposes, necessary sacrifices are unavoidable. I need my descendants to have the strongest talents, so I have been trying every means to select and cultivate them. Reaching the level I have today is actually the result of hundreds of years of hard work."Roswaal apologized insincerely, then revealed that unfathomable smile.

"Shirou-kun, you will understand my predicament someday. Your father was exceptional; among his many descendants, only he bore me so many outstanding children in this generation. But excellence alone is not enough. To fulfill my long-cherished wish, I must possess power far exceeding my current strength. And then, by chance, I found this castle! Inside lies the power I need!"

"What a bastard father he was, no wonder he abandoned us like this," Shirou said sarcastically.

Roswaal continued, "That's right! It's that black mist. Although it arouses negative emotions, have you noticed that the black mist also possesses a very peculiar magical power? Once a person enters a berserk state, their body will be strengthened several times over."

I was thinking at the time, if that person, whose life was filled with the magic of the black mist, were to give birth to a child, the child would definitely be an absolute genius of magic, surpassing everything else.

Chapter 727 Broken Saori and Shirou Make a Child

Roswaal claims to be the Earl's brother, but in fact he is the Earl's ancestor, and indeed the ancestor of everyone in the castle except for the two maids.

Roswaal used the bodies of his descendants as a means to prolong his life, pursuing the purity of his bloodline. So for hundreds of years, he has been cultivating himself, sometimes as a man, sometimes as a woman, purposefully marrying people with powerful bloodlines and having children.

Although people in various places were kept in the dark, thousands of people who are alive today are actually his descendants, with his blood flowing in their veins and the seeds that allowed him to be reborn.

To ensure the purity of his bloodline, Roswaal would also secretly encourage intermarriage among his descendants from different generations, guaranteeing a certain number of bodies suitable for his reincarnation as replacement bodies.

For Roswaal, the key was simply to prevent his power from waning; even his gender was irrelevant.

In the previous generation, he chose the deceased Earl, but this time he has his eye on Shirou. He also wants to arrange for Shirou to marry another sister, have a descendant with a purer bloodline, and then take over Shirou's body so that he can stay young and in his prime forever.

By summoning Shirou and the girls to the castle, inciting them to kill each other, having Ram and Rem hunt them down, and severing Shirou's arms and legs, Roswaal did all of this to create deeper despair for Shirou and the girls, to break him down, and to make him, like a runaway girl, be guided by the black mist to unleash the evil deep within his heart, thus unleashing the energy of his human potential.

Only in that way could he give birth to the baby he envisioned, born with the magic of the black mist, and in the next life, grant him even greater power.

"You madman!" Shirou cursed. He understood that Roswaal was just like those Magecraft who had lost their humanity, using everything else as tools in order to prolong their own lives.

He didn't treat his descendants as human beings at all, but rather produced them like tools and then used them like lab rats.

"Haha, that's what many people say about me. Well then, let's not waste any more time. A date has been arranged for you tonight. This lady asked for it herself; she seems to really like you." Roswaal finished speaking with a laugh, clapping his hands.

"What!" Shirou raised his eyebrows and looked towards the doorway.

The door to the secret room opened upwards, and a familiar figure walked in.

"Brother..." Saori, a girl with slightly curly long hair, walked in carrying a stick of incense that emitted purple smoke.

At this moment, Saori was only wearing a purple gauze nightgown, which was actually just two layers of gauze, almost transparent, with nothing underneath, revealing her skin completely.

"What are you doing? Get her out! I don't want to see the person who harmed my own siblings," Shirou Roswaal said, knowing that the man in front of him was an absolute madman, impossible to reason with, otherwise he wouldn't have done such a thing.

"I'm sorry, brother... you can scold Saori even more, please punish this naughty girl Saori. I came here specifically for you, brother." Saori said with a blush on her face, looking exceptionally charming.

The purple smoke permeating the secret room was a powerful aphrodisiac; even if one was unwilling, the body would still react.

"It seems that's how it is. In that case, I'll take my leave now. I'll leave this to the young man," Roswaal said with a smile.

"It's so pitiful that my brother has become like this... But it's okay, leave everything to me, brother." Saori smiled sweetly, climbed onto the stone bed where Shirou was lying, and knelt on both sides of the stone bed with her legs spread apart.

"Saori! Stop! You don't need to do this!" Shirou said to the woman.

Saori returned Shirou's smile with a sweet smile and softly agreed:

"Hehe, it's okay. Actually, I've liked you a long time ago. If we hadn't become siblings, I probably would have confessed to Shirou after things with Mom were over and I had the choice.

But things aren't so bad now. I finally understand what my mother meant. Lord Roswaal has promised me that if I get pregnant with my brother's child and give the child to him, he will help me inherit the title of viscount."

"This time, I didn't poison it, big brother. You should praise me, right? Hehe."

The girl laughed as she sat on Shirou's lap, her whole body jolting and trembling with pain.

"Saori ..." Shirou looked into the girl's eyes and realized she was broken... but there was no life in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth that were curled up were actually a sign that she had lost herself. Black energy rose from her body, and the black line that represented the mental capacity to endure was completely filled, with blood faintly emerging from the deep black.

"Brother... I've gotten used to pain, brother. It must hurt a lot to be injured now. Let's continue."

A loveless sox is just one-sided demands, like a manual air pump inflating a balloon. The handle doesn't move, but the base keeps pressing upwards, injecting air, and the balloon keeps expanding, but it will burst at the slightest touch.

When it's all over, the air is still just air, leaving only a sense of emptiness.

Thirty minutes later, after much effort...

After Saori moved around on top of him and changed positions several times, even with the effects of the aphrodisiac, she completely lost her strength. Her body went limp, and she lay on Shirou's chest, panting, with empty eyes but a sweet smile on her lips.

Although she lost something very important, she also gained what she wanted and her brother's love. The girl was completely broken...

Saori, completely unconcerned about her revealing attire, climbed down from the stone platform and began tidying up the mess. She fed Shirou water and then used a Shirou to wipe his sweaty body.

The mistake has been made... there is no going back; the only hope is the cycle of death.

"Saori, please untie me! My hands and feet feel very uncomfortable!" Shirou said.

Saori smiled and shook her head, saying, "No, brother. This is for your own good. If you move your arm without permission, it might not be able to heal properly. And... if Lord Roswaal gets angry, all my efforts will be in vain."

"Well... let's ask another question, what time is it now?" Shirou changed his mind.

"Yes, it was almost 10 PM when I went to take a shower, so it shouldn't be 11 PM yet." Saori tapped her chin with her finger, thought for a moment, and agreed. She lowered her head and affectionately rubbed her face against Shirou's, saying, "Brother, did Saori do a good job? Want to do it again?"

"I understand... I'm tired, you can leave now," Shirou replied in a hoarse voice.

"Hmm... then I'll leave now. I'll try my best to get pregnant with my brother's child." Saori, clutching her lower abdomen and clenching her full body, walked to the front of the stage, kissed Shirou's face, and left with a broken expression—eyes vacant but a sweet smile on her lips.

Shirou hasn't given up yet...

It's 11 PM, less than an hour until midnight. Although the conditions are unclear, according to usual practice, if he can sleep soundly until dawn, he will overwrite the save file.

If he falls asleep tonight, there may be no chance to change things.

To prevent the tragedy from happening, he had to go back to that morning and start all over again.

Chapter 728 Compassion from the Perpetrator

With Saori gone, Shirou lay alone on the stone platform, surrounded by silence. But Shirou kept reminding himself, "I absolutely mustn't fall asleep! I mustn't fall asleep!"

The cycle of death was his only hope; in this dangerous world, to find a chance for everyone to survive, he had to avoid...

Shirou pondered the possibilities of dealing with this situation. If he could go back to morning, he would stop Saori from poisoning him and then try to leave the place. If he escaped, Roswaal and the maids would definitely come after him.

So the girls here are safe, at least until he is caught.

But how could he get out? The surrounding area was filled with Magic Circle, preventing outsiders from entering, and the entrance was also blocked by black walls, preventing him from leaving.

This castle is like Magecraft's workshop; barging in without proper investigation is practically certain death. However, Roswaal doesn't reside permanently in this castle. As the saying goes, even the most meticulous plans can have flaws; no Magecraft, however skilled, can create a magic circle that is so perfect as to be unbreakable. There must be a loophole.

'But where is the breakthrough? What is the opportunity?'

Shirou was deep in thought. The strong smell of medicine in the secret room made it difficult for him to calm down. He couldn't help but feel impatient, anxious, and angry.

Just then, black gas seeped into the secret chamber through the cracks in the rock walls and stone door, slowly seeping into Shirou's body, passing through his bones, and merging into his very core.

Shirou stared at the wisps of black mist, then his eyes suddenly lit up.

Black mist...

'That's right! The black mist!'

Roswaal said he wanted to use that black mist, which means that the black mist had nothing to do with him.

Indeed... judging from Roswaal's words, he didn't know about the cycle of death, or at least not how it happened. Perhaps he thought Shirou as long as the body was still alive, he could be resurrected using Magecraft, and that everything was under his control.

However, Shirou has now returned to the day before and continues to make changes, forcing Roswaal to intervene personally.

This shows that Roswaal's control over the castle is not as great as it seems, and he has not yet mastered a way to deal with the black mist, so he can only 'utilize' it!

Therefore, Roswaal certainly couldn't control the source of this black mist, which was precisely the weak point of this castle.

The problem now is how to implement the cycle of death and reincarnation!

Several minutes later, the stone door was opened again.

"How do you feel? Saori is a stunning beauty with a near-perfect face and figure," Roswaal asked as he walked in.

"Not happy at all! You perverted peeping tom! You heretic! I can assure you you won't get what you want," Shirou said.

"Is that so? Not to your taste? No problem. There are several girls here with different personalities. I'll find a way to enhance their feminine charm and stimulate your reproductive instincts." Roswaal spoke as if conducting a biological experiment.

"What do you want to do to Ayase and the others!" Shirou glared at Roswaal and yelled.

"Ah, you don't need to worry about Ayase. This child is really easy to take care of. She's already pregnant with your child, so I want her to give birth to the baby first."

As for the other girls, it would be best if they were willing to cooperate like Miss Saori. Yes... after all, they're not as strong as you. Having already broken your limbs once, a normal person would probably have given up by now. Your stubbornness is like iron."Roswaal tapped his chin with his finger and said with a smile.

"Damn it! Roswaal! I won't let you get away with this! I'll find a way to kill you no matter what! You cowardly coward! If you want to live any longer, kill me now!" Shirou roared. Only by enraging Roswaal and killing him could he possibly start over before the clock struck zero!

Roswaal, this ancient monster who has lived for hundreds of years, has long since abandoned any sense of human shame and remains unmoved by Shirou's curses.

He laughed and said, "That won't do, because Shirou, you're already Earl. Starting tomorrow, the certificate regarding your inheritance of your father's Earl title will be officially issued. Because of your frail health and illness, you're not comfortable seeing outsiders, so your sisters will stay to take care of you. From now on, you and your sisters will live in this castle until you pass away peacefully."

Shirou cursed Roswaal loudly, shouting out every filthy word he had ever heard.

"Then you should rest well! It wouldn't be good if you got too excited and reopened your wound. You have many important appointments coming up, so I'll have to rely on you." Roswaal smiled and walked out of the stone door.

Roswaal lit a purple incense stick and poured in various colored potions, letting these slow-acting drugs gradually influence Shirou's mind until he achieved his goal.

"How long will this go on?" Rem asked coldly.

"We still have to wait. Shirou's Divine Power is truly rare in the world. He is probably the strongest I have ever seen among humans. Even the sword saints of all generations are only strong in terms of physical strength. In terms of mental strength, they may not be as strong as him."

However, this level of despair is not enough to soften his resolve and make him accept his fate.

"But... it doesn't matter, there are still a few girls, whom he values even more. Whether it's medicine or Magecraft, we can always make them obey us. After a few more times, Shirou will probably accept reality and be completely desperate. At that time, his despair and the despairing girls might produce even stronger results." Roswaal said with a smile.

"Guest, no... Earl Excellency, you have just lost a great deal of blood. Although you have been treated with Magecraft, you are still very tired. To conserve your energy, it would be best to stop here tonight, Lord Roswaal," Ram suggested.

"Yes, that's settled for today. Once his wounds have scabbed over, we'll start providing him with energy-boosting medicinal meals to ensure he has inexhaustible energy all day long. I look forward to that day." Roswaal smiled as he left.

"Yes, Lord Roswaal," Ram nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Two maids followed the man dressed as a clown out of the secret room.

"I'm sorry... I should have killed you from the beginning." Rem took one last look at the stone gate before leaving and whispered.

Chapter 729 Hokusai Arong in the Black Mist?

After Roswaal and the others left, the underground chamber remained completely silent, without a sound.

The brazier outside was burning strange medicinal herbs, emitting all sorts of bizarre colored gases that mixed together, making one feel numb and weak all over, reducing the sensitivity of one's senses, and making one drowsy.

It also contained aphrodisiac ingredients, keeping his lower abdomen constantly hot. It also seemed to have a calming and analgesic effect, preventing the pain from his wound from affecting him.

The fumes from these drugs, in short, forced Shirou to accumulate lust while simultaneously resting and healing his wounds in an environment where he had no way to resist. It was almost like treating a wounded boar.

Shame...

Hatred...

Negative emotions kept welling up from the bottom of his heart, but more than that, he felt resentment and regret for the current situation, because his recklessness had hurt the girls and caused the deaths of Kyoko and Hime no Toki.

Shirou calmed his breathing, keeping his heart beating at a steady pace, forcing himself to remain calm. It was precisely in this situation that he needed to stay calm. Fortunately, he was never the type of person who put himself first; he always put others before himself, with an almost pathological desire to protect everything.

It goes beyond the common sense of human nature, but perhaps it is precisely because of this that one can become Hero of Justice and be recognized as a 'hero'.

Heroes are not just about strength, but more importantly, about the choices they make in various situations. For example, when faced with power, money, fame, and fortune; and often, many heroes, after defeating the dragon, become the dragon themselves.

For example, when facing a desperate situation, can one persevere under high pressure?

'Think! Get your brain working! There must be a solution!'

'Kill Roswaal? But our current fighting strength is simply insufficient. If we could use Unlimited Blade Works, perhaps we could put up a fight, but that's impossible right now.'

'Besides the living quarters, the castle consists of gardens, which in turn are surrounded by green spaces. It's encircled by ten-meter-high walls, and to make matters worse, there's a dark veil surrounding it. Due to the plot, there's no way to get out.'

However, Shirou was too exhausted. The constant impact caused him to drift off into thought, and his eyes involuntarily began to close.

The castle's basement was clearly protected by Magecraft, preventing anyone from approaching. In fact, it was so quiet that you couldn't even hear the sound of insects.

The overly quiet environment made his body, which had already lost a lot of blood and had been tormented by Saori for a long time, feel extremely tired. It also consumed a lot of energy for the wound healing. His eyelids were drooping, and his body was telling him that he desperately needed to rest.

However, Shirou knew he absolutely could not fall asleep. If the save function was affected by his sleep, then he would be doomed if he fell asleep, and the dead girls would never be able to be brought back to life.

Shirou bit his tongue, and blood flowed from his mouth to his chin. Because of the medicinal scent, only the pain emanating from his particularly sensitive tongue could slightly drive away the drowsiness that was creeping into his brain.

Shirou was calling out softly to himself, amidst the ominous black mist within the castle.

"I know you've been there all along, come here!"