A Person Arrives in Type-Moon, Now Offline Chapter 24

Such a person should be impeccable anywhere.

But she still died. She handed the button that decided her life and death to the person she trusted most—her adopted son, who aspired to be a hero of justice.

The moment the rocket launcher obliterated the passenger plane, Kiritsugu Emiya heard the sound of his own heart shattering. His master, his adoptive mother, was dead, resting eternally with the filthy dead apostles.

Sacrificing his adoptive mother to save the residents near the landing site from the dead apostles.

He remembered his father's lost gaze and the heat of the gun barrel after firing. He also remembered the years spent with his adoptive mother and the flames after the rocket launcher blew up the passenger plane.

Soon, Irisviel would become a vessel for the Holy Grail's descent, and he would lose another loved one.

Sacrificing the few to save the many. This was Kiritsugu Emiya's way of life and the meaning of his existence. He never cared about the price of justice, because he had already paid everything personally.

"Why did you go to the church, Saber?" Kiritsugu Emiya extended his hand, his three Command Spells shining with the brilliance of Magic Power. If Saber intended to leave alone, Kiritsugu Emiya would use a Command Spell to make her settle down completely.

He had to obtain the Holy Grail, to eliminate all the evil in this world, and to avoid losing his last loved one at a certain point in time.

"A king must protect their people! That is both glory and duty!" Saber roared. "Kiritsugu, stop me."

A wave of wind swirled before Saber's tightly clenched hand. That was the Noble Phantasm called the Wind King Barrier, which wrapped the sword in layers of wind, changing the refractive index of light to conceal the sword. The sword concealed by this layer of wind was the renowned Sword of Rupture.

What a joke! No matter the era, the battlefield was an undeniable hell. There was no hope on the battlefield, only worthless despair. Only the sin called victory, built upon the despair of the losers.

Because of the foolishness of idiots, they refused to admit that bloodshed and sacrifice were inherently evil.

"But this is not Britain, Saber," Kiritsugu Emiya said coldly, without showing any disgust towards Saber. "Britain perished long ago. Your people are not here. If you wish to save your country, you must obtain the Holy Grail."

Saber fell silent. The hand that gripped her sword loosened slightly, and a hint of confusion spread in her eyes.

Saber had come to save Britain and needed the Holy Grail. If obtaining the Holy Grail was the ultimate goal, Kiritsugu's plan had a higher chance of success.

However, following Kiritsugu Emiya's plan would be a complete trampling of a knight's character.

I swear to fight bravely against evil; I swear to fight against all wrongs; I swear to fight for the defenseless; I swear to help anyone who asks me for help...

The oaths of the past echoed in her ears. A look of pain flashed across Saber's face. Her country was gone, her people were displaced, and foreign barbarians had established a new nation on her land.

She needed the Holy Grail. She needed to find a king better than herself to save Britain.

Must she allow the Sea Monsters to run rampant just to revive Britain?

"Could everyone please listen to me for a moment?" Just then, a turning point occurred. A clear voice came from outside the castle.

Pale blue butterflies flew in through the window and gathered before everyone, forming the appearance of a young man. The effect was exceptionally flashy.

Saber's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly. The boy's handsome appearance and his flashy magic reminded her of some large, unburnable dry garbage of a semi-mammalian, semi-mythical beast.

Uncharacteristically, Kiritsugu Emiya and Saber reached a consensus. He stared gloomily at the uninvited boy, the Magic Crest on his back resonating with something on the boy.

Without a doubt, this guy was the bastard who made him take the blame.

If he could, Kiritsugu Emiya would like to turn him into a concrete pile and throw him into a land reclamation construction site.

"I have a solution. Do you want to hear it?" the boy asked with a bright smile.

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ps: I haven't written anything all day, but I have this strange confidence that everything is fine. (@_@)