A certain crossover anime's nuclear-powered sword immortal

Zouken Matou, who had been as still as a stagnant pool, began to struggle frantically after hearing the name that suddenly came out of Shirou's mouth.

"No! Don't mention that name!! No!!!"

Once, his grand ambition was with him, but the passage of time has transformed everything about him into something else—his appearance, his soul, and even that wish itself.

And now, desperately concealing and resisting, this is the entirety of Matou Zouken's life.

No matter how glorious or brilliant his goal may be, he has already become a wicked and heretical sect dominated by evil.

Looking at the agitated Zouken Matou, Shirou couldn't help but raise his voice again in mockery.

"Machiri Zorgen~!"

As Shirou shouted again, Zouken Matou was completely enraged, and his body began to transform into a large number of dense insects, a dark mass.

Upon seeing this, Shirou immediately clenched his raised right hand.

"Let me see you off one last time—'Fantasy Collapse'!"

In an instant, several "swords" shattered and broke apart, and the azure magical light shone to its fullest extent, enveloping the insects within.

boom----! ! !

……

With Zouken Matou's death, Lancelot's momentum immediately weakened after losing his source of magic power.

Clang!

As sparks flew from the clash of weapons, Saber realized that the knight before her was losing power.

A Servant who has lost their Master is unable to unleash their Noble Phantasm, because the massive loss of magical energy at the moment of its release is enough to make it disappear.

After yet another clash, Saber, who was simply maintaining her usual offensive style, suddenly noticed that the knight in front of her had stopped moving.

The reserve magic that was originally able to keep the Servant in the real world for several hours when the Master was not around was completely exhausted in a short time due to Lancelot's rampage.

In that instant, the magic driving this killing machine suddenly dried up, while Lancelot seemed to...

It usually stops when a malfunction occurs.

Seeing this opportunity, Saber quickly stepped forward. Her speed reached A-level, leaving a blue afterimage as she arrived in front of Lancelot in an instant.

Clang!

With a heavy blow, Lancelot's magic sword "Lake of No Regrets" was knocked out of his hand.

Seizing this opportunity, Saber thrust forward without hesitation!

Sizzle—!

With this decisive blow, Lancelot was stabbed, his long, black hair falling down and obscuring his eyes.

In the silence of the sudden visit, Saber could clearly feel the other person's heartbeat through her hand.

This result was so unexpected, but even though she won the duel, Saber was not happy at all.

She looked at the knight in front of her, whose blood was flowing continuously, and spoke in a trembling voice.

"I'm sorry, Lancelot... I must obtain the Holy Grail!"

The next moment, the knight, whose chest had been pierced, suddenly raised his head and gazed at Saber with his usual calm and steady eyes, like the surface of a still lake, a look of determination mixed with a hint of guilt on her face.

After the contract with his Master was broken, the Knight of the Lake freed himself from the mad spells while the spell was still active.

"If I could be punished by you... if you could be so ruthless as to convict me... perhaps I could find redemption in the final moments of my life... I suppose the Princess feels the same way..."

You are right, Your Majesty. I'm so sorry to have to trouble you again..."

The Knight of the Lake gazed gratefully at the golden sword piercing his body, then continued with a wry smile.

"Actually... I really hoped that you would confront me out of your anger... I wished you could punish me sooner..."

The knight, branded with the name of 'rebellion,' longs to hear the sorrowful lament of his friend who, in the end, never blamed him.

Lancelot's body was already faintly visible, rapidly approaching the stage of disappearance.

The knight closed his eyes and murmured as if he were having a sweet dream.

"To die before the king, under the king's gaze... Haha, I'm just... just like a loyal knight..."

After saying this, the knight's body began to become transparent, turning into starlight under Saber's rather complicated gaze.

With Lancelot gone, Saber stood alone in the hazy night.

Looking at that lonely figure, Shirou let out a slight sigh of relief and did not go forward to disturb her.

Although he knows the truth about the Holy Grail, Shirou feels that even if he tells Saber directly now, she won't believe him.

Since trust hasn't been fully established, even if Shirou's words are true, Saber will definitely want to witness it all herself before she's satisfied.

Therefore, in situations where trust is insufficient, being honest will only bring negative consequences.

However, Shirou did not intend to wait until the girl was truly in despair before speaking out, as doing so would only add to her sorrow.

After building up enough trust, tell her. Even if Saber doesn't believe him immediately, at least it will give her some mental preparation.

"It's almost dawn, let's go."

After gathering his thoughts, Shirou made a suggestion to Saber.

"Well...I see."

Saber took a deep breath, nodded, and got into the car.

After arriving at the airport, Saber bought the tickets, and the two boarded the plane together.

As Shirou sat down, he looked out the small window and noticed two people watching from the shadows of a building not far away.

"Someone from the magic world..."

The commotion caused by Caster's summoning of the sea monster must have shaken the magic world in Fuyuki City, so it's normal for some magicians to be secretly observing him.

However, due to Saber's power as a Servant, these people dared not get too close and could only stand at a distance.

Chapter Sixty-Three: The Unwavering Spark

The passenger plane gradually moved along the long runway, its speed increasing step by step. After reaching a sufficient speed, accompanied by a feeling of being pushed back in its seat, it was like a seagull skimming across the sea, soaring into the star-studded night sky.

Once they reached the sky, Shirou could only see a few tiny bright spots in a vast, dark expanse through the small window.

In this lifetime, it was his first time on an airplane, and in 1994 no less, so he felt a strange sense of novelty.

Looking out the window at the dim clouds drifting by under the bright moonlight, Shirou's gaze was involuntarily drawn to them.

As if in a dream, his thoughts drifted aimlessly until a deep, weathered voice reached his ears, bringing Shirou back to his senses.

"Orihara Shirou, what is it that you are pursuing?"

Shirou glanced at Saber sitting beside him; the girl's face showed no unusual expression.

That voice was transmitted to Shirou's ears through some kind of magic.

So no one but Shirou will hear it.

It's impossible to tell who is doing this.

Having confirmed this, Shirou leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and answered the question in his mind.

"Protect your family at all costs, and if possible, save those who are destined to die as well."

Although Shirou doesn't consider himself a saint, the pain and despair he felt when he died last time are still vivid in his mind, and he still wants to save those people from the suffering of the black mud.

Having witnessed it firsthand, he simply couldn't stand idly by while he had the ability to do so.

Then, that aged voice came again.

"Do you know that this world has been drastically changed because of you? I don't know why you have such magical power, but this world has indeed restarted several times..."

And it is precisely because of this that countless parallel worlds began to converge, merging to form the shape of the world we know today.

Upon hearing this, Shirou's pupils trembled slightly.

He suddenly understood.

No wonder the world is different from what I remember.

The repeated deaths and restarts have made this world increasingly chaotic.

After this, the world may even face unpredictable crises.

As these problems arise one after another, it becomes less important that anyone knows he restarted the project.

Shirou was already able to roughly guess the identity of the person who was speaking to him.

In the Type-Moon universe, there is only one person who can observe parallel worlds and remain unaffected by them.

A person with many aliases, including "Gemstone Elder", "Magic Marshal", and "Kaleidoscope", is Kishua Zelrich Schbeinorg.

He is able to use "second magic".

The second magic is the proof and application of parallel worlds; Zelrich proved that there is room for different developments in the world.

While maintaining his own identity, Zelrich moves freely in multiple parallel worlds.

His nickname "Kaleidoscope" comes from the fact that he "can peer into countless parallel worlds".

Zelrich's method of parallel world travel involves transferring souls to "gems" on Earth in different timelines.

Shirou did indeed obtain a gem from the Tohsaka residence, and that gem miraculously provided him with magical power during his battle with Gilgamesh.

But why would the Gemstone Elder help him?

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Shirou couldn't help but laugh.

Aren't there enough strange things happening to me and around me?

As the other party just mentioned, countless parallel worlds merged to form the current world, so no matter how chaotic or unbelievable things are, they gradually become reasonable in Shirou's eyes.

The old man was not evil, so Shirou did not act as if he were facing a great enemy.

"So, why are you telling me all this?"

Shirou's sudden use of honorifics made the old man laugh.

"Haha, child, I am not your enemy, I am just curious about your 'personality'."

"Personality?"