Impure World Reincarnation (Sort Of)
"I've said enough! I won't allow you to defile Irisviel again!"
A surge of intense anger erupted from Saber's petite frame, her turquoise eyes flashing with both boundless fury and a hint of sorrow as she gazed at "Irisviel."
"It seems you're unwilling to tell me where Kiritsugu is, then..."
She let out a soft sigh, Irisviel tone both sorrowful and calm:
"I guess I'll have to kill you all first, then go find him."
The moment the words left her lips, the Holy Grail behind "her" suddenly began to "boil".
Black Mud gushed from the Holy Grail in an almost gushing manner, pouring onto the floor and beginning to spread outwards. The first to be affected was Irisviel, who was standing before the Holy Grail!
However, the Black Mud seemed to have a life of its own, tracing an arc around "her," passing "Irisviel," and continuing to flow outwards...
"Saber!"
We can't wait any longer. Just looking at the Black Mud scattered on the floor sent chills down Wang Xiaoming's spine. He turned to Saber and said, "Don't attack the Holy Grail, target that hole in the sky! That's the source!"
Saber had already sensed it without Wang Xiaoming needing to remind her.
Above Ryuudou Temple, in that long-silent, black "hole," the unfathomable darkness within, so dense it seemed capable of crushing everything, began to stir.
Heavy, painful, desperate, nauseous, sad, dead, hateful, cursed... countless negative emotions emanated from that black hole.
"Alice... Phil..."
Looking at her "friend" standing before the Holy Grail, Saber's mind flashed back to the castle that was perpetually covered in snow, and Irisviel's words when they exchanged vows.
A deep sense of self-reproach tore at Saber's heart. She had sworn with the Holy Sword to protect her, yet she had failed to fulfill her promise.
Having broken Heroic Spirit from the negative influence emanating from the Black Mud, the heroic spirit's emerald eyes regained their resolve. The Holy Sword in its hand began to glow with golden light.
At least I can bring you peace again!
"No, that won't work!"
Feeling the almost suffocating Holy Sword in Saber's hand, "Irisviel" showed no sign of panic. Instead, she gently raised her hand.
A familiar woven from metal wire burst through the roof of the main hall—it was Irisviel's Magecraft, but it didn't surprise Saber until she saw through the hole...
"Stop!" *2
That is--
Looking through the hole, directly below the black "hole," which is the path the Noble Phantasm must take, two unconscious children are suspended from the ceiling of the main hall by silver threads!
"Think carefully before you attack, Saber~"
The voice was familiar, but now it sounded like Demon's whisper in Saber's ears.
So, at this crucial moment, where exactly is Emiya Kiritsugu?
Looking at the two unconscious children hanging from the ceiling, Wang Xiaoming turned to Medea and asked:
"How is it? Can he be saved?"
"No..."
After several attempts, Medea responded somewhat dejectedly.
The Black Mud gushing from the Holy Grail not only corrodes everything, but even the magic scattered throughout the Great Source is polluted into a hopeless black by Black Mud presence.
"Not only did she defile Irisviel's body, but she also tried to exploit two children!"
Looking at the "Irisviel" statue in the center of the main hall, Saber's eyes blazed with barely suppressed rage. Although she desperately wanted to tear A. Vanger to pieces, the current situation forced her to helplessly lower her Holy Sword.
What exactly do you want?
Wang Xiaoming looked at the smiling A. vanger and asked in a deep voice.
"I'm really starting to look at you in a new light."
A. Vanger snapped his fingers with a smile that didn't change and said:
"All you need to do is play one game~"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Black Mud behind A. vanger surged again. When the Black Mud calmed down, Saber, who had seen the changes in the scene, could no longer tolerate it and roared:
"A. Vanger, I'm going to kill you!!!"
On the path Kamiyama on the other side of Mount Enzo, a black figure suddenly stopped.
"That's how it is..."
A hoarse voice suddenly rang out as people stared at the mark on the ground that was flashing with purple light.
The black figure crouched down, placing his hand on the ground. The purple fluorescent light faintly illuminated the cold expression on the man's unshaven face.
It was Emiya Kiritsugu who, after parting ways with Saber, found the mark Medea had left behind along another mountain path.
--This is the place
As he moved his hand away, Emiya Kiritsugu could clearly feel the vast and slowly flowing magical energy beneath the ground, just a few meters underground.
Emiya Kiritsugu took out the high explosives from his pocket. The specially made explosives shattered and collapsed the block in the instant of the explosion!
Then, while these spiritual veins are blocked, destroy the Greater Grail in the Great Hollow.
Yes, that's fine...
Because--
"That's right..."
Emiya Kiritsugu muttered to himself. Although he appeared outwardly normal, his soul had been captured by despair.
Despite desiring everyone's happiness more than anyone else, he constantly forces himself to make "fair" judgments, sacrificing the minority to save the majority.
Like a machine called "justice," driven by the belief of "salvation," it relentlessly creates "killing."
--To achieve the most complete redemption with the least sacrifice.
Looking up at the other "markers" on the mountain, Emiya Kiritsugu numbly stepped into the darkness.
If destroying the Holy Grail is the salvation of humanity, then Emiya Kiritsugu will act without hesitation.
Even at the cost of his "wife's" life...
"If this is destiny, then whatever the consequences, even 'all the evil in the world,' I am willing to bear them."
I know today is April 1st, and I would still say the same thing tomorrow.
I'm just that reliable of an author (seriously).
There will be another update today; I'll try to finish this volume in the next few days.
By the way, I'd like to recommend a book:
Gudako-san of Chaldea
Why should we do so much, only to watch Romani sacrifice himself in the end?
Why is it that after sacrificing so much, we couldn't even protect the vital Chaldea?
I'm annoyed and resentful. I want to write "O your mother" and stick it on Shiokawa's forehead.
I forget where I saw this quote: The earliest fan fiction originated from being moved.
So I started writing this book.
I'm going to defy fate, defuse the Singularity, overthrow the Goetia, and write a grand happy ending!
Chapter 124. Edo Tensei (Mist)
What exactly do you want us to do?
Looking at the two children hanging from the ceiling, Wang Xiaoming's voice was somewhat low:
"I just need you to complete a game, not with me, of course."
--But with them~"
As Irisviel finished speaking, the "Black Mud" behind her, which had been as calm as a lake, suddenly began to churn and boil violently.
Splash--
Immediately afterwards, two figures suddenly rose from the boiling black tide. No, it would be more accurate to describe them as "shadows," for an ominous magical aura emanated from them at a glance, making it impossible for outsiders to discern their faces.
It seems that the creation of these two dark figures consumed a considerable amount of the "Black Mud." After the "dark figures" broke through the "Black Mud" and emerged, the restless "black tide" returned to calm.
As the voice of "Irisviel" rang out once more on the battlefield, the "Shadows," as if receiving a command, walked stiffly past "Irisviel" and out of the main hall, arriving at the brightly lit plaza in front of the hall.
However, the square lights still couldn't pierce the black magic on the "shadow's" face. Under the clear moonlight, Wang Xiaoming could only barely make out the outline of the shadow, but even so...
"Why would it be... you guys...?"
A flicker of astonishment crossed Saber's eyes, as if she couldn't believe her eyes.
Is it a familiar friend?
The answer to this question was found in the next second:
"Sir Lancelot... and Diarmuid?!"
Even though the once pristine white armor had lost its luster, and the light green armor was completely stained a deep black; even though the clean and crisp battle aura was replaced by an indescribable sense of oppression and coldness; even though their faces were obscured by dark magic...
"Bingo!"
After calling out the names of the two shadowy figures, it wasn't "Lancelot" and "Diarmuid" who responded to Saber, but rather "Irisviel," who had already adopted a spectator's stance:
"It took me a lot of effort to extract their souls from the Greater Grail and then use magic to recreate their bodies."
Irisviel rubbed her head in frustration. "But I just can't do anything about that other big guy."
"A. vanger--"
Uncontrollable rage erupted from her emerald green eyes. Watching the scene unfold before her, Saber had never felt such fury within her.
Saber couldn't believe that his friend could be "corrupted" by such an evil thing; his right hand, gripping the Holy Sword, trembled uncontrollably.
"So what exactly do you want?"
Seeing that Saber's emotions were getting out of control, Wang Xiaoming quickly stepped in to calm things down. He endured the visual disturbance caused by the Black Mud and looked at "Irisviel" in the Black Mud, asking her a question.
"Shouldn't I be the one asking that question?"
Upon hearing Wang Xiaoming's question, Irisviel's expression instantly turned icy:
"The treasure I fought over across time and space is right before your eyes. Since you don't want it, then don't stop me from handing 'me' over to Kiritsugu!"
Looking at the increasingly hysterical "Irisviel," Wang Xiaoming sighed helplessly. "Don't you know who you are? You're making us look like the villains."
Just as I was about to press further, I was suddenly interrupted by a voice from behind me:
"Enough! You wicked and unorthodox practitioner!"
Saber, answering in place of Wang Xiaoming, raised her Holy Sword and strode onto the battlefield, the golden light illuminating her resolute face.
"As long as I'm here, your idea is wishful thinking!"
"Allll..."
Heavy breathing reached Saber's ears as she stepped onto the battlefield.
When noble souls are forced to submit to filth, one can only imagine the torment the two Servant must have endured if they were still conscious.
"Diarmuid, Lancelot..."
Saber looked at the two black-clad Servant standing opposite her, her sorrowful expression turning to determination, and she raised her Holy Sword towards her friend:
This torture must not be allowed to continue.
Glorious Knight, my friend.
--We will surely use that evil thing to sacrifice your pure souls.