Afterstory 2

Hell--

Beelzebub was pale. He had been greatly weakened this time. If he weren't Lucifer's most trusted man, he would now be worried about whether he could keep his position.

But more than the physical harm, the psychological shock was the main reason for his reaction. Bai Mo's words kept echoing in his mind, and he couldn't distinguish between gods and humans, which caused him great distress.

"My friend, you don't look too good."

A demon opened his gates, and there was only one being in all of Hell worthy of such a title.

"Lucifer, I've encountered an outsider this time, and he... has given me quite a problem."

"What question can stump you, my friend? I'm very interested."

Lucifer thought he had encountered a troublesome trading partner, and that Beelzebub was playing a complicated word game with him. Beelzebub didn't want to discuss these things with Lucifer, but he was indeed caught in a mental rut.

"Friend, I'd like to know, how do you distinguish between fallen angels and demons?"

Unlike the other fallen angels, Beelzebub was not arrogant. He casually asked Lucifer, whose wisdom was inferior to his own, for advice, which startled Lucifer. It was truly unbelievable; usually, he was the one seeking answers from Beelzebub. What was going on today?

Lucifer cleared his throat, his mind racing. Since Beelzebub had asked such a question, he must be looking for something more than a superficial answer. It was best to throw the question back at him now, since Beelzebub couldn't figure it out, he certainly couldn't either.

"Because I have you, my friend. Although we have been banished from Heaven, you remain a wise Mahadeva in my heart. It is because of you as my mirror that I will not completely collude with those demons."

Lucifer threw the question back at Beelzebub, whose eyes lit up and he clapped his hands, saying, "That's right! If I can't tell the difference, I can just find someone who can to be by my side and use them as a mirror to examine myself. Thank you so much, my friend."

After saying this, Beelzebub hurriedly left, leaving Lucifer somewhat bewildered. Had he finally gone mad? Lucifer was very worried about Beelzebub's mental state.

Hell, Beelzebub pondered. The only one who could distinguish the boundary between gods and humans was the Bai Mo One who had banished him. He possessed divine power yet could live like a human. Without a doubt, he was the best choice.

"But how do I get him to Hell? Through a contract?" As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Beelzebub immediately shook his head.

"No, my mind is in a state of confusion right now, so I can't act based on these flawed ideas. Perhaps I should try to think like a human being. Ah, I see! Isn't Hell full of the souls of sinners?"

Beelzebub immediately ordered the demons to bring in the sinners and questioned them, "If a human has something that must be done, but cannot do it himself, how will he resolve it?"

The convict brought in was a greedy businessman. He immediately said, "Sir, what's so difficult about this? Just assign it to one of your subordinates. It's his duty to complete it; if he can't, fire him. There are so many people in the Tianxia; we'll find someone who can do it."

He had a menacing face and spent his life amassing wealth and oppressing the people. In the end, he was killed by a wandering knight, and his soul fell into Hell. At this moment, he felt no fear, only bottomless greed. If Beelzebub just glanced at him, wouldn't he have been able to run rampant in Hell without any restraint?

Beelzebub frowned upon hearing the answer, sending a chill down the spine of the sinner. Fortunately Beelzebub simply waved his hand, ordering his men to take him away.

After asking no fewer than a hundred people, Beelzebub received answers that were essentially the same as those of the sinner. Although he could think of many better methods, he decided to use the human solution.

"Delegate it to my subordinates? That's one method, and it should be more effective than me doing it myself." Beelzebub quickly searched his mind for suitable candidates. Without exception, these people were all experts among demons, and dealing with humans was a piece of cake for them.

Suddenly, a white figure flashed in his eyes, and a smile appeared on his lips. This one is not bad, and more importantly, it has some connection with Bai Mo.

Fuyuki - Emiya Residence

The once somewhat desolate Emiya Residence is now bustling with activity, with workers toiling under the sun. The original structure of the residence was quite sturdy, and it only needed a proper renovation.

"Wouldn't Einzbern Castle be more suitable? Anyway, the Germany won't say anything."

Bai Mo sat on a recliner, watching the workers go about their tasks while basking in the sun. Kiritsugu, who had already changed out of his suit and was now sitting in casual clothes, sat to the side.

"No, I hope Illya and Sakura can grow up normally. Living in a castle like that might not be a good thing for their development."

Bai Mo smiled and said, "It seems you've given up on the idea of saving the world. I can rest assured now."

If Kiritsugu Emiya is still focused on saving the world and bringing peace to the world, then Bai Mo is not comfortable entrusting Illya and the others to his care. Who knows, one day they might be placed on the scales of his heart again.

Kiritsugu opened the ice-cold beer beside him, took a big gulp, and felt a sense of relief. "I give up. The Holy Grail is such a monstrous thing. What a twisted joke. Gilgamesh said it himself, the Holy Grail can't grant my wishes at all."

The sharpness in him had vanished, replaced by a sense of peace.

"Kiritsugu, really, why are you here again? And Bai Mo- nii, you're so young but you act like an old man." Illya ran over from the side and said angrily to the two of them.

"Yes, I'm already an old man, please stop torturing me, Illya." Bai Mo remained lying on the recliner, looking like he was planning to stay lazy forever, letting Illya pull his hair.

Illya suddenly stopped what she was doing and ruffled Bai Mo's hair. "Then, Bai Mo, why don't you stay here and retire?"

The only sounds in the courtyard were the workers' work. Bai Mo pushed Illya's hand away.

"Forget it then. I think I'm still quite young, and the world is so big, I want to travel around."

"I think you're just trying to annoy me!" Bai Mo's behavior provoked Illya's strong dissatisfaction, but this dissatisfaction quickly disappeared.

"How long will you stay here?" Illya asked softly, hugging Bai Mo's neck. She had a strange feeling that Bai Mo might not be able to stay for much longer.

"What kind of tone is that? Am I leaving, not dying? Or are you saying you're about to die?" Bai Mo's words immediately ruined the somewhat somber atmosphere, and in the end Illya left in Bai Mo.

Kiritsugu also stood up and asked, "Are you really not planning to stay here any longer?"

"Something's come up. I need to go to Mifune City. It doesn't actually take more than a few minutes to get there. Call me if anything happens, and I'll come over if there's any danger." Kiritsugu slapped his forehead when he heard Bai Mo's words, almost forgetting that at this guy's speed, going abroad was no different from going out.

"Mifune City?"

Upon hearing the city's name, Kiritsugu Emiya paused for a moment. Seeing his expression, Bai Mo asked, "What's wrong? Is there a problem with that city?"

Kiritsugu a cigarette and told Bai Mo about his original plan. Illya was born to become the vessel for the Holy Grail ten years later, so lifespan was not a consideration for the Einzbern Family at the time. Now, Illya's weight is lighter than a rifle.

"So you're worried that Illya's body might not be able to hold up? That's why you're going to Mifune City to find a woman named Touko Aozaki?"

Kiritsugu nodded and said, "In that case, I'll leave it to you. It's on my way anyway, and I'll help you with the identity issue."

"You seem to be enjoying your leisure time."

"After all, I want to spend more time with Illya and the others. I'm just sending a message; there's no rush."

Bai Mo nodded, then turned to leave.

Are you going to the Hyatt Hotel?

"Yes, there's a memorial service over there today, I'd like to go and see."

During the first attack on Francesca, the splashed Black Mud caused many deaths. In response, the Fuyuki Church erased the memories of most of the victims and claimed that the casualties were accidental due to a building defect at the Hyatt Hotel.

Perhaps this is meaningless in the eyes of others, but for Bai Mo, it is his respect for life. That is why Kiritsugu was able to give up his wish with a sense of relief. It was because he knew that such a person existed in the world that his originally impossible wish had a glimmer of hope.

Upon opening the door, a young woman in a pure white dress stood before him. She smiled and gave Bai Mo a perfect curtsy, like a foreign beauty descended from the heavens in a game, captivating all who looked at her.

Francesca smiled sweetly, "It's nice to see you again, Mr. Bai Mo. I've missed you so much!"

The next moment, her head was smashed like a watermelon by Bai Mo's blow.