Under the Root

"Irisviel!" Putting on his backpack, he called her name.

"Kiritsugu, what's the matter?" Irisviel replied gently.

Her voice didn't change at all after dozens of o'clock.

"Are you still alive?" He asked with a trembling voice.

"Is life and death meaningful to him?" Irisviel asked back.

"That's right, it doesn't make sense anymore. For gods, manipulating life and death is just the basics. That's fine."

"Is that okay? Actually, for me, I don't want to see Kiritsugu. Although reunion is joyful, it would be too sad if it's a moment when swords meet."

"In that case, shall we talk face to face? It's just me." Emiya Kiritsugu suggested.

"...Kiritsugu." The voice over there paused slightly.

But then agreed.

"Ok."

The magician killer got up and patted the shoulder of the soldier next to him.

He entered the final room.

There are already hundreds of angels waiting there.

He wields a weird weapon that can be used as both a spear and a gun.

[cannon halberd]

"Long time no see Kiritsugu." Blinking her blood-red eyes, Irisviel smiled joyfully surrounded by angels.

"Well, how are you doing recently?" The man finally said the old-fashioned greeting.

"Everything is fine. And you."

"I'm fine too."

"Surrender. If you die here, there is no hell to go to." Irisviel said.

"...Where's Ilya?" Kiritsugu raised his eyebrows.

"In the castle of Einzbern. The gods are very kind."

"...Can I see her?"

"It can be done tomorrow."

"Easter. The great Messiah and Spirit resurrected to rule the world. So?"

"Who knows? Kiritsugu, I want to hear your answer."

"For Ilya." Taking a deep breath, Kiritsugu threw his weapon to the ground.

Go forward, stride forward.

The angels stood there expressionless and did not stop him.

Face to face, less than an arm's length away.

Came in front of Irisviel.

"Kiritsugu..." Irisviel looked very happy.

"Ellie..."

"Um?"

"Sorry." Kiritsugu's fingers drooped, pressing down on the mechanism of the backpack.

Then, light and explosion destroyed everything.

----

"Oh, a small nuclear bomb. As expected of Kiritsugu." In the realm of pure white, Li Lin poured himself a glass of wine.

"But let's let the water go, Irisviel."

"My lord, I was defeated in an upright manner." Standing beside Li Lin, Irisviel shook her head.

"... also." Li Lin nodded.Being defeated mentally is also a kind of defeat.

Li Lin agrees with this.

"So--"

"Welcome to heaven. I am Li Lin, the devil king. The princess has been taken by me. Don't think about it."

Turning his head, he faced the unknown middle-aged man who had died.Li Lin showed a wicked smile.

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ps: Demon King Li Lin, greetings to you.

Chapter 69 The Second Floor of the Magician

[Sometimes, although the tactic of exchanging sons is cruel, it is necessary. ]