"Ha, you still want to save me?"
Then White saw that "ultimate" existence.
Angra Mainyu.
The nemesis of the benevolent god Ahura Mazda, the embodiment of sin and the source of darkness.
Yet the Angra Mainyu who existed here was no mighty Demon King.
On the contrary, he was an utterly ordinary young man.
He possessed no special power.
He was even the weakest of Servants.
Though he held an absolute advantage over humans, if he fought a Servant, he would certainly lose—he was that weak.
"Hello."
White landed before him.
The girl's body continued to melt away and regenerate without end.
Yet she still gazed steadfastly at everything before her.
She loved humanity. She loved everything.
"Honestly—do you know what you're doing?"
The young man himself seemed to harbor no malice whatsoever.
He merely reflected the other person's posture and attitude.
"Mm."
"That's a very tragic thing."
"I know."
"Tch. You're kind of scary," the young man quipped.
"No. I just want to save you."
White extended her hand.
"Ha?"
The young man was startled by White's attitude.
"My life isn't worth mentioning. There's no value in saving it," he said.
"No—all lives have value. All lives are precious. I rejoice because life exists. I rejoice because life laughs. I rejoice because you rejoice."
Her gaze was utterly resolute.
"But it's too late," said the young man.
"No—if it is the karma of misfortune, I will take that away as well," White spoke again. "The current me—can do it."
The holy sword could help White accomplish such a thing.
And White's act of doing such a thing was itself continuously forging the holy sword.
"Please entrust your misfortune to me as well—"
And so, in a daze, the young man extended his hand too.
Their fingertips gradually touched.
—He