The other party had snow-white hair tied into highly distinctive long twin tails. She wore a performance outfit that perfectly fused classical style with modern electronic idol aesthetics, with vivid scarlet, pure white, and dark black clashing and intertwining across it.
Black lace-up ankle boots covered her feet, lace trimming layered along her skirt hem, and she clutched an extremely trendy smartphone in her hand. Even more absurdly, several seemingly tangible "Like" bubbles, energetic speakers, and retro pixel aliens floated through the air around her.
Yet this virtual streamer, who came complete with livestream lighting effects, did not kneel on one knee and swear loyalty like a legendary Heroic Spirit. Instead, she stood there blankly, both hands pressed tightly over her head as her petite body trembled violently, as though enduring some unbearable pain.
At that moment, a storm of information raged inside Sparkle's mind. She was frantically digesting the modern knowledge forcibly implanted by the Holy Grail War, as well as... the cruel truth about her own existence.
As the "mind-body of masks abandoned by countless Sparkles," she was essentially a collection of concepts.
That Masked Fool named Sparkle was a living person through and through. But the Holy Grail War's Summon System did not care about such underlying logic—if you had never "been born" as an independent personality, then you had "died" as the concept of a mask.
And if you were dead, you could be summoned as a Heroic Spirit!
The Sparkles of the past were already dead! You chose this, original body!
At that moment, Sparkle's class was [Alter Ego]. She possessed the agonizing memories of every mask Sparkle had discarded like trash. She was a chaotic creation similar to Type-Moon World's Jack the Ripper, a collective born from the resentment of tens of thousands of