A Dimensional Journey Begins with the Dragon Clan

Chapter 1210 1203. The king admits, the king allows. The king carries the whole world on his back.

The "vessel" taken from the Einzbern android was only the key to open the hole, and also the control device to keep the hole stable. Kiritsugu, who was completely unaware of this secret, made a fatal mistake. He should not have ordered Saber to destroy the Holy Grail, but should have asked her to use the "Sword of Promised Victory" to burn the hole in the sky. Due to the loss of control of the "vessel", the black sun began to dissolve and the hole gradually shrank, but before it was completely closed, it was completely impossible to stop the black mud from flowing out from the inside of the hole.

Originally, that attributeless power was used only to create a breakthrough to the "outside world", but due to Kiritsugu's previous mistake, it was completely stained with the dark curse.

The black mud, which was filled with the curse of "all the evil in the world", had the destructive power to burn all life, and at this moment, it fell from the top of the Municipal Hall like half of a waterfall.

Archer, standing in the audience seats on the first floor, could not find a way to escape this baptism.

“This… this is…!?”

The surging black waves swept away the helpless Golden Servant. No, not just swept away, the moment he touched the black mud, he disappeared. Archer's body was decomposed and absorbed by the black mud in the blink of an eye, and became one with the surging mud flow.

The black mud like a tsunami engulfed the first floor audience seats. Kiritsugu, who had escaped the disaster by standing in the box, stared at it all in a daze. The cursed waterfall falling from the sky did not stop. The black mud turned into a river through the entrance of the hall, flowing out of the building and spreading to the surrounding streets.

Then, the killing began.

The people were all fast asleep, and the mud of death, which had smelled the breath of human life, turned into a burning curse and attacked their pillows.

Houses and courtyards were burned down. No matter if they were sleeping or waking up to escape, they were all burned to ashes. Having waited for sixty years inside the Greater Holy Grail, it seemed to celebrate this brief release, mercilessly depriving all the lives it touched.

It was later determined that more than 500 people were killed and 134 buildings were burned down. This huge disaster, whose cause was never known, left an indelible mark on the hearts of the citizens of Fuyuki City.

Soon the hole in the sky disappeared, and the black mud stopped pouring out. But the mud caused a large-scale fire, and the people who failed to stay turned into charred corpses one by one. The night sky was painted with a grand red lotus fire, and the ground was an endless feast of death.

Escaping from the gradually collapsing civic hall, Emiya Kiritsugu witnessed the entire process with his own eyes.

The life that was on the verge of destruction was so similar to the scene that tormented him in his nightmares, but what was before him was undoubtedly reality.

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She had a dream in which the world was on fire.

The girl, trembling with fear, opened her eyes wrapped in a duvet.

The bedroom, protected by the warm fire of the fireplace, was still peaceful and tranquil. The cold night outside the window would never pose any threat to the girl lying on the bed.

Even through the thick glass windows, I could still hear the whistling of the cold wind outside the window, and the cold wind quietly penetrated into the house through the cracks in the window. It must be this sound that made me mistakenly think I heard the cries of the people who were burned to death.

——What's wrong? Ilyasviel——

The mother said this while caressing her cheek gently. The voice and touch of her mother, who was always by her side, made the girl feel relieved.

The girl and her mother were both designed based on the personality of a magician called "Winter Saint". So the girl has her mother and aunt in her heart. Even the earliest "Original Yustesa" is recorded in the girl's heart.

Therefore, even when the girl was sleeping alone in the duvet at night, she would never feel lonely. As long as she called, she could always hear her mother's voice and see her mother's figure.

"Mom...I had a terrible dream. In the dream, Elijah turned into a cup."

Looking at her mother's soft silver hair and gentle eyes with peace of mind, the girl continued to tell her nightmare.

"Seven very large objects were put into Ilya. Ilya was about to break. I was very scared but couldn't run away. At that time, I heard Yustesa's voice, and a big black hole appeared above my head... Then, the world became less. Kiritsugu looked at the world and cried."

Yes, I dreamed about him, the father who was said to be in a distant foreign country, dealing with a difficult job.

When she thought of this, the girl suddenly realized that the nightmare just now seemed to symbolize something bad, and she became uneasy again.

"Mom... Will Kiritsugu be okay? Will he be scared being alone?"

Looking at the girl who was worried about her father, the mother smiled gently.

——It's okay. That person will definitely work hard for Ilya. In order to prevent Ilya from having such terrible memories, he will definitely fulfill our wish——

“…Yeah, that’s right.”

She knew that the man was very competitive. So after he finished the important work, he would come back here immediately. The girl counted the days until that day. Although it was cold to sleep alone, her mother would still be by her side. She was not alone - until the day she could correctly understand this contradiction.

The girl waited in the city that was forever blocked by heavy snow. The promise she made with her father was the most precious treasure in her heart.

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The sunset sky is bloody.

The ground before my eyes was also blood-red.

The corpses lying on the ground were the people who once believed in a girl, supported her as king, and sang songs of victory for her.

They were divided into two groups due to the instigation of the traitor, and they regarded each other as enemies and killed each other, and then they fell together on this battlefield. The final place of King Arthur was the foot of Camlann Hill.

Waking up from a dream on the other side of time and space, Artoria once again knelt dejectedly on the blood-stained hill, staring blankly at the desolate scene.

In order to change this ending, she entrusted her soul after death to the "world" and embarked on a journey in search of a miracle.

She had originally decided not to come back here, and believed that she would never see this scene again. But at this moment, the girl still knelt on the ground.

But this is not the end. It is just a point in the endless cycle of journey.

After being freed from the Servant's contract, the Heroic Spirit named Altria did not go to the "Throne of Heroes" but was brought back to Camlann Hill. Because her destiny had not yet ended, she had to make a conclusion here.

In other words, before she was summoned as a Servant, she was not a regular Heroic Spirit that was transformed after a real death in reality.

At the last minute, he exchanged a contract with the "world" in the hope of obtaining the Holy Grail, and the price was to turn his soul into a guardian after death - this was the truth about the Servant named Altria.

The contract can only be fulfilled if the Holy Grail is obtained. In other words, if Altria does not obtain the Holy Grail, time in this land will stop forever. Forever, even death cannot stop it. Before obtaining the Holy Grail, she can only continue to participate in the battle for the Holy Grail on the other side of time and space.

Therefore, Artoria's time was frozen before she died. Unless she obtained the Holy Grail, she could only return to Camlan Hill again and again. Repeating over and over again, this scene would forever blame and torment her.

On the Hill of Death, she still maintained the same posture as when she made the contract.

With tears all over his face, his gauntlet soaked with the blood of his enemies, and the gun in his hand pierced the heart of his own flesh and blood.

Mordred is a traitor who inherited his own bloodline. He lost everything because of love and hate. The scene was frozen at the moment when he killed his own flesh and blood with his own hands. The will of the "world" was called out by the miserable pain and signed a contract with the hero who was seeking miracles.

This is the cage that forever binds Altria, who has lost herself in time.

In a time that had lost its meaning, in a moment that was equivalent to eternity, she gazed at the battlefield under the setting sun, waiting for the next call.

She was always right. She firmly believed in it. Despite this, she ignored the spark that led to the tragedy before her eyes, just as she ignored Lancelot and Guinevere's pain.

She couldn't figure it out, and she didn't understand why she couldn't figure it out - this was the limit of King Altria.

Then, could it be that the tragic situation of Camlanchu was not a trick of fate, but the inevitable result of the governance of King Altria?

"Woo..."

She sobbed uncontrollably.

She recalled those long-ago days. She recalled the girl who never paid attention to the men fighting each other in the lively arena, but only faced the sword stuck in the rock alone.

What was she thinking at that time?

What kind of determination did he have to reach out and grasp the hilt of the sword?

The memories have long been blurred, and I can't remember them even with my eyes blurred by tears.

Then - my mistake must have been made on that day.

She let the tears flow freely down her face. In this place where time does not flow, no matter what she thinks or does, it will not be recorded in history. Here, she no longer needs to give herself the title of king. Then, it doesn't matter if she shows weakness, it doesn't matter if she loses face.

With such thoughts, she moved towards the ideals that could not be fulfilled and the people who could not be saved.

Towards everything that disappeared because of her being the king.

"……sorry……"

Although she was so choked up that she could hardly speak, she still couldn't resist the urge to apologize. Although she knew that her apology would not reach anyone, she still repeated her confession.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I, I'm such a person..."

One day, after endless battles, I will finally get the Holy Grail. At that time, all the mistakes I have made can be erased by miracles.

I, who am like this, shouldn't be called a king.

Knowing that before she is summoned again, the girl will repent in tears in the moment called eternity, in the reproach called rest.

Suffering in endless punishment.

Cowardice over sins that cannot be repaid.

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——A whirlpool was formed.

Sin, the evil of this world, circulates, amplifies, chains, changes, and forms a vortex.

Gluttony, lust, desire, depression, anger, laziness, hypocrisy, arrogance, jealousy, invade again and again, sprouting and rolling up a whirlpool.

Treason, intimidation, adultery, destruction, the seven deadly sins, coercion, theft, escape, false accusation, arson, insult, disrespect, alienation, abduction, bribery, abortion, suicide participation, gambling, abandonment of corpse, rioting, abandonment, perjury, possession of stolen goods, kidnapping, violence. All crimes should be sentenced to death. Reject and deny all hatred. Kill, kill, kill. Never allow. Kill, kill, kill. Never agree. Kill, kill, kill. That's good. Just kill, kill, kill, right. Kill, kill, kill. Promise. Kill, kill, kill, right, no. What, kill, kill, kill? This is the only thought. How boring.

"——!?"

The sound of the curse swirled. There was something here that shouldn't be there. Amidst the denial of the curse, a voice shouted "Yes!"

Impossible. There is no right or right in this vortex of hatred and curse. Because everything in the universe has determined that everything is ugly and hateful, so this word cannot appear here——

——But the voice once again clearly declared, that's right.

  That's right, the world is just like this. Since the facts are already in front of us, why should we sigh? Why should we be surprised?

"——!?"

The cursed voice asked.

  What is right?

Who will admit it? Who will allow it? And who will bear the guilt?

Faced with the heavy bomb coming from the darkness - the only answer it got was a loud laugh.

Silly question. No need to ask.

The king admits it, the king allows it, the king carries the world on his shoulders.

"——!?"

  You ask, what is a king?

But in raising the question, it finds itself contradicting itself.

In this place where "individuals" are absolutely not allowed to exist, Ni believes that there is someone else inside him. Something foreign that cannot exist has appeared here.

That is the King, the absolute controller, a one-of-a-kind existence.

His name is——Hero King "Gilgamesh."

"it is me!"

The black mud burst apart with the spray of water. Foreign objects that could not be digested even with all the resentment emerged from the black mud.

Amid the burning ruins, he stood on the ground again.

The body with perfect golden ratio is no longer the spirit body of the Servant period, but a real flesh body. The black mud that denies all life turns the impurities mixed in the body into crystals and discards them, but as a result, it allows a certain heroic spirit to realize his wish to obtain a flesh body and return to the world.

Even though he was standing in the middle of the burning hell, the majesty emanating from the king made the surrounding flames dare not approach him. Gilgamesh openly exposed his statue-like naked body and sneered impatiently.

"——They actually used that thing as a wish-granting machine and fought to the death. This side show is really helpless."