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Even though I'm blind, I can almost feel the heat and the longing.

It was a gaze filled with gratitude and utmost intimacy.

Unconsciously, when he came to his senses, Kiritsugu suddenly saw his own hands, already stained with blood and filled with wickedness, now being enveloped not by weapons but by a pair of slender, small hands, so warm, so small, like...

The feeling of a daughter holding her father's hand in my imagination.

It irresistibly evokes a protective instinct in people.

A look of bewilderment flashed across the man's eyes.

"Does this child have some unrealistic expectation of me?" Pin was deeply troubled. Usually, at this time, faced with such an approachable behavior, he would either respond coldly or start scolding him harshly, but now, seeing that pitiful state, he was completely unmoved.

How can someone with such a tragic life still smile, displaying such a gentle and healing smile? It's almost unfair.

These kinds of children are so difficult to reprimand; if you were even slightly harsh, you'd question whether you're even human.

So, even after going through so much, he still couldn't become completely heartless?

How ironic! So much was sacrificed, only to end up with this steel-like figure, one I thought would never care about anything again, that nothing could shake or affect it.

Despite its monstrous form, it actually has a soft heart.

"You've been standing here with me the whole time, haven't you? Even though I can't see, I can sense it."

Thanks!"

A thank you, a genuine smile as bright as a sunny day, seemed to melt away the darkness of the world.

Because he didn't want to bother anyone, Kiritsugu didn't take the initiative, and so did the little girl. In reality, however, when she sensed someone silently listening, it felt as if her singing had finally gained value and been recognized, as if her life's worth had been acknowledged. She had been overjoyed for a long time, and that's why…

After realizing that the other person was indeed a "gentle person" and had even helped them, their biological instincts led them to feel increasingly drawn closer and more intimate.

Although it was somewhat shameful, she actually imagined that reliable, unseen figure as the image of her father, a figure she had never known since birth, a figure that had never appeared in her mind.

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On the other hand, even though he couldn't hear the little girl's inner thoughts, Kiritsugu could roughly sense her burning and sincere heart. He probably didn't know what to say.

I was thanked!

It's been so long since I've heard those two words.

What should he say in response?

So, when Kiritsugu looked down, he saw the scene that had been on his mind all along, and instinctively asked the question he most wanted to know.

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"Your eyes... what's wrong with your eyes? The cursed child shouldn't get sick, right?"

When he arrived, he received various settings about this world. If the Gastrea virus in the bodies of the cursed children exceeds the threshold, it will turn them into ugly Gastrea. This is one of the reasons why the people of this world are so afraid of and hate them, and cannot accept them at all, regarding them as their own kind. However, this virus also brings various physical enhancements. Apart from the fact that different factors emphasize different directions of enhancement, powerful regenerative ability is something that every cursed child possesses.

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Just like Gastrea, the cursed children do not get sick, and even if their eyes are gouged out, they can grow back.

"It's because my mother doesn't like my eyes, so... Sometimes I think, if I didn't have these red eyes, maybe my mother wouldn't have abandoned me."

Although her sad experiences were brought up, the little girl still timidly and honestly told them.

Emiya Kiritsugu's mood instantly became a hundred times heavier.

"I deserve to die..............."

Although I've always felt that no matter what miracles happen in the future, a man like me cannot change my lifestyle or my sins.

Even scum has its limits; he asked questions he shouldn't have.

Foolish man! Just like your foolish ideals, it's no surprise that someone as foolish as you will meet a foolish end.

Even God wouldn't allow a fool's wish to come true!

The man, who frequently entered various battlefields and was even proficient in chemistry and drug manufacturing, would stop at nothing to kill the enemy, twitched his nose slightly and smelled the lead.

Therefore—

The answer is already clear.

The child's eyes were originally healthy and could have recovered on their own.

But for some scumbag woman who doesn't treat her child like a child, and for a child yearning for maternal love, to have their eyes blinded and filled with lead, a highly toxic heavy metal, even enduring constant persecution, rather than have their eyes restored?

Emiya Kiritsugu's heart trembled!

This world, this world—!

Ah, ah, saving the world? Such a naive idea, only a fool would think of that!

What value does such a crazy and twisted world have?!

"Don't worry, I'm gradually getting used to... the pain."

The phrase "accustomed to pain" weighed heavily on Kiritsugu Emiya's heart, making it hard to breathe, like a comet hitting the earth.

"If I may ask, have you ever regretted being born?"

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"ER?"

The moment Kiritsugu Emiya became a Heroic Spirit, it was destined that his mindset was already on the verge of self-destruction.

That question didn't sound like it was being asked of a little girl; it sounded more like it was being asked of oneself.

Especially after witnessing the evil in human nature again, seeing the distortion of the world, and especially after thinking about his own journey through the world, ultimately failing to protect his wife and daughter.

I am sorry for being born a human being.

But he still couldn't imagine or understand the extent to which parents would abandon or discard their child simply because the child they gave birth to is sick.

Such a pure, lovely, and positive child.

Even at the very end, she was still talking to Kiritsugu Emiya, feeling that she must have done something wrong to upset her parents.

That's why the father is no longer present when the child is born, and why the mother sacrifices herself for the child's birth.

"If there is any guilt—it absolutely does not lie with you."

Kiritsugu Emiya interrupted the other person so firmly, emphasizing this point.

The ones at fault are the parents who give birth but don't raise their children, just like that man named Kiritsugu Emiya, who never managed to get his child back in the end!! He deserves to die!!

Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!

If this were Kiritsugu in his human form, before he had bled to death, he would probably be putting on a show right now, with blood tears streaming from his empty eyes.

Just like that hellish night in Fuyuki City, engulfed in flames!

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Chapter 131 The Steel Torrent Begins, the Charm of Machinery Unleashed at This Moment!

At first, the little girl was holding Kiritsugu's hand, but before they knew it, Kiritsugu had turned the tables and was now holding her hand tightly. Even though it hurt, the little girl stubbornly refused to let go.

It was even because he seemed to sense that the other person was standing up for him, or even showing him pity?

A profound emotion, like that of a father, welled up in my heart—an emotion I had never experienced before. At the same time, I seemed to sense the emptiness, loneliness, and pain in the other person's heart.

She felt a pang of anxiety and wanted to do something.

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"Can I call you by your full name, Dad?... Yes, I'm sorry."

He said strange things without permission.

A little girl with a mixture of panic and anticipation on her face.

Just then, the sound of running footsteps came from the street. The police force had been dispatched to the area after learning of the riot.

Upon seeing the blood-soaked ground and the silent cries of the citizens, the police officers instinctively changed their expressions and immediately issued arrest orders to the perpetrators who had accompanied them.

But just then, the massive hull of the Artemis in the sky suddenly moved.

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The dark clouds hanging over Tokyo were something people subconsciously avoided looking at or even thinking about. They simply told themselves to pretend the thing didn't exist and to go on with their lives as usual, since there was nothing they could do in the face of such a terrifying thing.

And now people are recalling the trepidation they felt when they first saw this behemoth.

"My name is Artemis—Artemis, one of the twelve Olympian gods of Greece from another world, the moon goddess, and now I issue this final notice on behalf of the Lord."

We have come to save all the Cursed Children. The Cursed Children in the outer districts have been gathered; now, we announce this to the remaining Cursed Children throughout Tokyo...

What, what, what?!

What... Ah!!

Countless people looked up, their faces showing confusion and panic.

That was a state of mind that went from initial shock to utter bewilderment—complete incomprehension.

It's strange, isn't it...? Why is it that they find it harder to accept the fact that the aliens have come to save the cursed children than to fall into the trap of the possibility that "the aliens have finally gotten restless and are preparing to invade us and declare war"?

"Wait, wait a minute—Artemis?! The goddess from Greek mythology in the pre-civilization era?"

"No, that's not important. Gods, aliens... to save the cursed child? Are you kidding me?"

"Yes, are you kidding me?"

Someone actually wants to save those monsters!

"Absolutely disagree! Absolutely disagree!"

Compared to the terrifying prospect of having one's life threatened, the first reaction of people was to contort their faces in refusal.

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"How ugly!"

Looking down from above, the Night, now within the Moon Goddess Artemis, gazes upon the humans below with such a sigh.

It's as if something that is absolutely theirs has been taken away by someone else. They are blinded by anger and lose all reason. They can even forget the fear of a life-threatening crisis and dare to challenge and protest against a powerful person they cannot afford to offend.