Corpses.
Corpses littered the entire ship.
Emiya Kiritsugu was now aboard a ship.
And everywhere on the ship, there were corpses.
Corpses on the deck, corpses in the cabins, corpses on the roof, and still more corpses in the bridge.
"The answer is to kill all two hundred of these troublesome people."
".Huh?"
The weapons he usually used had appeared on the bed behind him at some point.
"Correct answer, Emiya Kiritsugu."
Though the voice was utterly emotionless, Emiya Kiritsugu sensed a trace of mockery within it.
The television shut off, and the image vanished.
Ring, ring—
A telephone that had somehow appeared in Emiya Kiritsugu's hand began to ring.
Acting on muscle memory, Emiya Kiritsugu answered it.
The voice that had just come from the television now sounded through the phone.
"The three hundred people were saved. Congratulations."
"They abandoned the damaged ship and continued onward aboard two new ships."
"Two hundred people on one ship, and one hundred on the other."
"Hey!"
Realizing what the voice was about to say, Emiya Kiritsugu immediately shouted, trying to interrupt it.
He turned and hurried forward.
He had to find out—
What was this place?!
But the voice would not stop.
"The bottoms of both ships have now been torn open by holes too large to ignore. You have been kidnapped by the ship carrying one hundred people, and are being forcibly required to repair their ship first."
"So, what will you do, Emiya Kiritsugu?"
"Wait! This—"
Before Emiya Kiritsugu could finish speaking, the scene changed once more.
What he held in his hand was not a phone at all.
It was—
Beep.
—BOOM!!!
Turning around, Emiya Kiritsugu saw the ship sinking amid the explosion.
"Ahhh..."
His pupils trembled.
"Your choice was correct."
That voice rang out.
"Absurd! H-how could this