Amakusa's Resolve (Continued)

This would not be a coincidence.

This was inevitable.

Although Amakusa Shirou had initially even doubted himself, wondering whether that wish was wrong, when he had lived incognito in the Far East, he discovered that the empire known as the Land of the Rising Sun had not changed in the slightest.

Deception, lies, oppression, exploitation—until the people were too weakened to resist at all, left with no choice but to blindly follow and believe them, only to have even their lives taken in the end.

After that, there had also been humanity's ideals. That storm which swept across the world had even shaken him somewhat.

Yet it had all been deception and lies, merely differing in degree.

At last, those ideals had ebbed away, and as they receded, humanity's towering civilization proudly poured forth its strength.

But at this moment, his heart no longer stirred in the slightest.

He had already solidified his conviction.

Those pure, flawless homunculi, untouched by any trace of corruption, were the new humanity of his ideals. Such humans would no longer wage war, nor would they suffer pain.

Such a wish could not be wrong.

No one would be harmed, and not a drop of blood would be shed.

It was far better than violent revolution, far better than endless exploitation.

This was the best method.

The sun shone brightly. Today was clear as well, even somewhat dazzling. The sky was a deep blue. Was this foretelling that his future would proceed just as smoothly?

"Assassin?"

Before he could ponder what omen this might hold, Amakusa Shirou realized that he was once again lying on Assassin's lap.

"Why am I lying here again?"

Assassin chuckled. "What is so strange about that, my Master? Isn't this what a Servant should do? You reject one of the