Obsession

On the street, an insect was wriggling about. If an ordinary person saw this, they would be disgusted, and some might even step on it. But strangely, there was no one on the street.

He didn't want to die... He didn't want to die... He wanted to live. Zouken Matou writhed like a maggot, like an old, decrepit wild dog whose teeth could no longer bite anything and whose limbs could no longer run. If left unattended, he would die.

It fell into the sewer, lost consciousness, and quietly awaited death.

*

"Here it is?"

Zouken opened his eyes and found himself on a grassland. To his surprise, he discovered that his body seemed to have returned to its former state, young and full of vitality. He felt a surge of joy and was so happy that he almost cried.

Not far away, he spotted a tall tower, and on top of that tower, a beautiful woman was waving to him.

Who is that?

Zouken opened his eyes wide and saw the person at the very top.

"Justeaze, is that really Justeaze?"

The woman on the tower had long, snow-white hair that fluttered in the wind, skin as white as milk, and a pair of beautiful red eyes that were looking at Zouken.

Without regard for anything else, Zouken ran forward. He saw a pillar falling from the sky, about to crush Justeaze.

No, no!

He ran desperately to the foot of the tower, but there was no door he could enter. Just then Justeaze was on top of the tower, lowered a rope down.

"Justeaze, please wait a moment, I'll be right there."

Zouken climbed step by step, following the rope. With each step, he grew older. He looked at his hands, which were gradually covered with wrinkles, and he wanted to give up. But when he met Justeaze's gaze and heard Justeaze encouragement, he seemed to regain his strength, which filled him with determination.

Finally, he climbed up, old and frail, back to his ugly, aged self.

But he didn't care about any of that. The person he longed for was right in front of him. How could he care about anything else? He wanted to embrace her, but the next moment, a sharp rapier pierced his heart.

"Justeaze... why?"

"Why? Makiri, look at yourself! You're old and ugly, you're like a maggot! How dare you show your face before me? If I have to go with you, perhaps death is a better ending."

At this moment, he finally saw his own appearance clearly. The Makiri he once knew was long gone; only this ugly, Zouken remained.

"No, no, Justeaze, I did all this for you."

But all he saw was the disdainful look and contemptuous gaze on the face of the person he loved. In the end, he was thrown down.

"Hahaha."

The girl's laughter came from all directions. At that moment, Zouken was on a desk, pierced by countless steel needles, and he was on the verge of death. Beside him, the girl dressed in a black and white gothic dress was laughing in a somewhat crazy way.

"It's... you..."

Francesca laughed loudly, lying on the round bed, laughing so hard her stomach seemed to be cramping.

"Why, you bastard, would you even toy with my original ideals? Unforgivable!"

Zouken roared, but it sounded so pleasant to Francesca's ears.

"How could that be, Zouken? I hope you haven't made a mistake."

Francesca, like a stunt performer, leaped in front of Zouken and looked down at the tiny insect.

"Hero of Justice, that laughable thing, does it even deserve to be called an ideal? Zouken, aren't you doing alright?"

Francesca pressed her fingers to her cheek, giving a lovely smile.

"I never get tired of watching you foolish, Zhengyi pursuers fall into such a depraved state. Ah, wonderful! I love people like you the most."

Francesca picked up the last steel needle and stabbed it fiercely into Zouken. The worm was pierced through, and dark green fluid splattered everywhere, landing on her face. Francesca stuck out her tongue and licked the blood from the corner of her mouth, speaking to Zouken's corpse.

So let's become good friends.

The magic circle emitted a purple light. Only then did Zouken Yan realize his original intention. His five-hundred-year obsession had been insulted, and his five-hundred-year accumulation had become someone else's wedding dress. But this thing was not worthy of any sympathy.

Francesca opened the gate and then headed to the ruins of the Matou Family, where a Servant had almost completely vanished.

Upon seeing the Servant was about to disappear, Francesca jumped up with joy.

"That's great! I've always wanted to bully Artoria, but I never expected to see you here, and in such a pathetic state."

"Areeeee!"

Berserker is almost gone, but it still emits frantic cries.

"Don't worry, it would be a shame to let you disappear like this. Come on, be a good boy and come to me, Lancelot."

Francesca extended her left hand, and three crimson Command Spell instantly appeared on her arm. These Command Spell then wrapped around Berserker like chains, giving him the magic he needed most.

*

In a place beyond space, an old man was frowning as he looked at Fuyuki City, where Bai Mo was.

"Hmm, should we cut this out...? I don't think this will work."

After some thought, Zelretch shook his head.

"Well, let's see if he can surprise me."