Sunlight spilled over the temple roof.
Silently, assassin knew it had given its answer.
"That's right."
Rin snarked, "That didn't say anything at all, did it?"
Shirou wiped away tears. "It's so moving. Yamato is right."
With a thunderous boom, as if an explosion had gone off, the front of the truck began twisting in a bizarre spin. Had it gone out of control?
Smoke billowed everywhere. Shirou finally saw clearly that the truck had suffered a serious rollover. At nearly two hundred kilometers per hour, it was beyond saving.
After all, not every driver was called Sun Yifeng, capable of taking no damage even after flipping a car.
Shirou looked at caster with pity. Who was younger was still uncertain. Even if caster had a protective charm, after raising a flag, the dark and profound curse still clung to assassin—it simply had not erupted yet.
And just when assassin believed he had escaped danger, he raised even more flags. When N layers of flags stacked together, they brought even more flags.
A long, lingering melody came from the tape. It was a piece in C minor.
The sorrow of the minor key made assassin feel somewhat melancholic. So he was still going to fail after all? But it did not matter. Freedom he could not obtain was no longer needed. There was no spare freedom left to gain. All he saw was Yamato.
"Together with you, falling endlessly into the abyss..."
The tape happened to play those lyrics.
Assassin understood as well. This was probably his fate. Come on, brother. Even if they fell, they had to fall together!
The truck plunged into the valley, sending tremors through the entire track.
"How could this be—when I clearly gave him a protective charm," caster said in disbelief.
"Flags cannot be