Tap, tap, tap—!
Accompanied by crisp footsteps, Wu Biao walked out of the abandoned factory. He casually flicked away the cigarette butt between his fingers without even sparing Kiritsugu Emiya a glance as he lay on the ground.
With Maiya Hisau's support, Kiritsugu Emiya sat up. His dim eyes stared fixedly at Wu Biao as he walked straight past him, clearly having no intention of acknowledging him.
He was definitely being wronged...
After all, the first two things Wu Biao had said were not his fault at all. They were entirely Tokiomi's fault!!!
Yet he did not argue, because he had done things similar to Tokiomi Tohsaka's... or rather, a hundred times worse.
But he did not understand...
"What... is your wish?"
Supported by Maiya Hisau, Kiritsugu Emiya glared at Wu Biao with an expression that could only be described as stubborn. "With strength comparable to—or even surpassing—that of Heroic Spirits, what could possibly require the Holy Grail to grant it for you?"
He did not understand. Why would someone already powerful enough to rewrite everything, someone capable of accomplishing anything himself, still compete with someone like him, who truly needed the Holy Grail?
"And why did you say that my sins are so grave?"
Everyone could understand the first question, but Kiritsugu Emiya's second question brought puzzled looks to the faces of those present.
Sins were so grave?
Irisviel clenched her fists, unable to keep herself from protesting on behalf of her man. This man was a hero, and his ultimate goal was to save the world, even if he was going about it in a way others could not accept.
But as long as the result was good, wasn't that enough?
"It's fine. You two can keep fighting if you want."
Wu Biao ignored him and instead waved