I Created the Holy Grail War, Shocking the World Chapter 35

"This is just like..."

"The Age of Gods has returned...!!"

Yukino, in the ruins, was stunned, covering her wildly beating chest in confusion.

A sense of inexplicable melancholy washed over her, a genuine frustration at her inability to intervene.

But at the same time, she found her heart filled with immense excitement and joy, not because the blonde woman called her master.

It was because of the appearance of "monsters," the very wish her heart craved.

Only when the common people were in danger, crying, wailing, and trembling under the onslaught of monsters, would she have the chance to save them like a hero.

Not for fame, Not for wealth, Not for profit, Nor was it to have her glorious deeds recorded in history, sung by all people, and admired by future generations!

Merely for self-satisfaction...

To see everyone, in their despair, saved by her, and shed tears of excitement.

"Heh~"

"I am truly a wicked woman."

Realizing the pleasure in her heart, Yukino Shimo let out a self-deprecating laugh.

Compared to her great and pure sister, Haruno, who was like a saint.

Was she herself more like someone sick?

"But even so, I must become a partner of justice!"

"Holy crap!"

Many exclaimed.

The girl's inner thoughts were too bizarre, leaving them both frightened and bewildered.

As people pondered, they asked themselves if they too, as children, had dreams of being good people, or friends who wanted to be partners of justice...

But they had never encountered anyone this creepy!

Because life was too peaceful and there were no good deeds for her to do, she hoped for disasters to occur?

"I feel like this kind of person could easily go to extremes!"

Someone shivered, their hand holding a cigarette trembling slightly.

In novels or movies, this mindset was the definitive trait of the ultimate BOSS!

No one is doing evil, so I will!

No disasters are happening, so I will create them!

Everyone's life is too happy?

That won't do!

If you're not living in dire straits, how can I save you from suffering?

"No, it's not that bad."

A scholar pondered for a moment and began to calmly analyze.

"Similar situations can be seen in Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). As long as someone stays with her and helps heal her heart, it's not about making Miss Yukino much better, but at least she'll start to care about the people and things around her."

"Once a person's energy is focused on family, relatives, or loved ones, even extreme thoughts will feel deeply exhausting."

"That makes sense."

Netizens from various countries liked the comment, feeling a sense of relief from their somewhat heavy hearts.

So the question arises?

Would Yukino Shimo, who had become an orphan, have anyone to accompany her?

If no one were there to heal her, to accompany her, to change her...

What would be the ultimate end of her ideals?

For some reason, people inexplicably recalled the Noble Phantasm wielded by Archer—

A domain of swords, like a tomb.

Countless people shivered.

Could it be that the white-haired female Heroic Spirit was Yukino's ancestor?

"My parallel world self and my real self are truly very different."

In the world of the Sky Screen, Yukino Shimo murmured to herself, her gaze somewhat unfocused.

She pursued pleasure in that world, and justice.

An extremely distorted sense of justice, to the point of forgetting everything else!

She had become obsessed, doing things without seeking reward, only wanting to see others satisfied.

She was the most selfish, and also the most selfless person!

However...

Although the self in this world also prepared to establish the Service Club and met Luo Shu, What she pursued was not a "partner in justice," but a "correct partner"!

Correct, justice.

A single word difference, a world of difference!

If faced with the trolley problem.

The parallel world's Yukino would choose to avoid the direction with more people and run over the direction with fewer.

But she would choose to save the correct person, not the greater number of people.

If everyone in the world was wrong, and only one person was right.

(Like in the world of Black Bullet).

Then she, Yukino, would also unswervingly fight against the whole world for that one person!

Her ideals would never meet their end!

"What a twisted idiot."

Yukino sighed wistfully, wondering what that version of herself would eventually become.

On the Sky Screen, the battle grew more and more intense!

["Deng deng deng deng deng~"]

[The ground was shattered by powerful strides, and dazzling sword light tore through countless flashing flying stones.]

[Accompanied by a terrifying roar, the blue arc of the holy sword and chains tore across the sky, grand in scale, once again destroying the school that had already become a ruin, causing countless magnificent buildings to collapse into dust.]

[A deep, invisible black abyss had long since formed on the ground.]

[The bright moonlight shone on a purple figure, and Rider, of the Rider Class, was forced to retreat again and again.]

[And the king, as radiant and dazzling as gold, spun like a top, exuding a stern aura, and slashed down with rolling sword pressure.]

["Dong...!!"]

[With the roar of the sword energy, the beautiful purple silhouette was once again sent flying.]

[Relying on her astonishing physical coordination, Medusa adjusted herself in mid-air, spun, and landed steadily, frowning as she clutched her bleeding shoulder, "As a hero, why must your weapon be so hidden..."]

[King of Knights remained noncommittal, shaking her head, "It is your incompetence that you cannot see through my abilities to discern my weapon. Has the enemy reached your doorstep?"]

["And you still demand that he lay down his weapon and fight you fairly with bare hands?"]

["..."]

[Medusa fell silent.]

[Her current condition was quite poor.]

[She had been injured earlier in her duel with Archer and had also depleted her stamina.]

[Even without any time to recover, she was now engaged in close-quarters combat with the strongest Saber Class Servant.]

[Continuing to fight like this was no different from a slow death!]

[But when she thought of her detestable Master...]

[Medusa's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and her expression gradually calmed.]

[Perhaps Matou Shinji thought he was acting subtly, but how could he escape the perception of a Heroic Spirit?]

[From the insect den in the basement, a thick stench of decay drifted with the wind.]

[Such a notorious villain, even she, the wicked snake demon from Ancient Greek mythology, was unwilling to serve him. Returning to the Throne of Heroes seemed like a good end.]

[For Medusa, death was not a terrifying end to her existence.]

[However...]

[Even if she were to die, she wanted to fight with all her might, give her all, and die with honor!!]

[Rider's beautiful dark purple eyes flickered, and her entire body's magic began to surge towards her eyes.]

[The terrifying Mystic Eyes of highest rank A—.]

[Slowly awakening...]

This tragic mood, like the wind whistling mournfully over Yi River, instantly dispelled people's ill feelings towards Medusa.

The world sighed with some sympathy.

The Observer Net's bullet comments were flying, with countless people expressing their complex emotions.

"Is this scene going to end with a character's death?"

"She doesn't seem as cold and malicious as in Greek mythology."

"I also think she should be a gentle and soft-hearted person."

"I'm not happy QAQ..."

"Medusa is so good, it's a shame she's following Shinji..."

"Sister R: What kind of sadistic Master is this?"

"Looking closely now, Medusa is actually quite good-looking."

"More than good-looking, she's like a fairy from a painting!"

"A cute, silent, busty big sister, who wouldn't want her!!"

"I hope Sister R doesn't die..."

"Sigh, forget it. If Sister R doesn't die, that disgusting thing Matou Shinji will lift the Holy Grail."

"If Luo Shu were the Master of the Rider Class, wouldn't the situation have completely reversed by now?"

"She met the wrong person!"

42. Fake·Caladbolg II, Ceasefire, Mysterious Figure!

The camera turned again, focusing on the bright building under the serene moonlight.

The Archer pair stood atop it, their brows slightly raised as they casually surveyed the battle.

Compared to the carefree, elegant youth, a trace of nostalgia appeared in the female Heroic Spirit's eyes, accompanied by a soft sigh.

How many years had passed, yet seeing this scene again still brought a considerable amount of emotion.