"What happened after that? Are the children all safe?"
Feeling a considerable degree of weakness emanating from within his Saint Graph, Sakumura's first question to Fujimaru Ritsuka was this.
"Lord Sakumura, the children are all safe and sound. But you..."
Kotarou looked at Sakumura with some concern.
"Your magical energy feels weaker and weaker. Even the foundation sustaining you as a Servant seems to be flickering in and out, kid. Are you fighting with your life?"
Muramasa frowned.
Musashi could not sense it, but he was also a Servant, and could more or less perceive part of Sakumura's current condition.
It was bad. No, it would be more accurate to say it was extremely bad.
There were no obvious external wounds apart from the one on his chest, yet his presence continued to weaken.
It had been like this after every battle.
"It's nothing. As long as I retain enough strength to kill one person who deserves to die, that is enough."
Sakumura did not care much about such things.
"Lord Muramasa, you said it yourself. Since we are Servants, the day we make our exit will inevitably come. So before that happens, we must think carefully about what we ought to do."
"Your choice was to raise Nui and Tasuke. Mine is to trade my Saint Graph and my past for the power I never possessed as a swordmaster, and fight until I die."
"The form may differ somewhat, but since I am a warrior, perhaps this too is a fitting end."
Yes.
Though they truly were demons—
Perhaps those two had not been entirely wrong about some things.
The world itself was hell.
And Sakumura was one who walked through his own Avici Hell.
There was something almost ascetic about it.
"Lord Sakumura, what do you mean by