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"She was chosen by him at that time. She was one of the few people on this planet who he cared about so much."

"..."

Ian hesitated for a moment, then answered.

"You're talking about the Holy Grail War, right? You're the summoner of Caster (magician)?"

"Oh, no no no."

Marisbilly shook his hands and denied Ian's statement almost without hesitation.

"I am not qualified to summon Solomon, and he is not a true Caster (magician)—no one in this world can convince him with magic."

"I am just a friend he recognizes, and I am looking for all the answers that can help him reach that result."

Having said that, Ian could clearly feel Marisbury's gaze on him.

He knew what he meant—he was the "answer" to that outcome.

"If you want someone to help you with something, you should at least explain your reasons clearly—" Ian stood up and looked at Marisbury in front of him.

"Otherwise, please forgive me for refusing to help you do this."

"But I just said that, Ian Pendragon."

“I told you…?”

"Yes."

Marisbury walked to a window in the office.

As he has the authority here, he can "modify" it into a display platform with just a wave of his hand.

I saw him drawing a line from left to right.

"In objective terms, human history follows an infinitely long straight line, passed down from generation to generation."

"Our ancestors saw fire, and their descendants learned how to use it. Then, we know how to create fire."

"But if that's the case—"

Marisbury's hand, which was drawing the line, returned to its original position and then nodded heavily.

"That means, if the people before them didn't 'come into contact' with something due to accident or a momentary mistake... then it means that the people after them will have no way to obtain what they should have, right?"

"Ian Pendragon, do you understand me?"

"..."

Ian looked at the line and then walked over.

Like Marisbury, he actually has a certain degree of "modification" ability - it's just that this ability is not as strong as his.

I saw that somewhere along the man's line, another line branched out.

"Are you trying to say that we could have learned more from other times?"

"As expected of you."

Marisbury was generous with his praise, as if that was something he was born to offer to the other party.

"Yes."

Marisbilly followed the line Ian had drawn and continued to extend it until it was the same length as the original line.

"If our ancestors had access to more than just 'fire', but something more powerful and useful, like 'sunlight'."

"So--"

Marisbury looked at him beside him and smiled, not sure if it was kind or had some other meaning.

"What we can 'produce' now, will it not be 'sunlight'?"

"..."

Although he understood Marisbury's thoughts and original intention, Ian did not feel the slightest bit happy. Instead, he couldn't help but gasp.

Because he understood what Marisbury meant by this sentence - it meant "revising" history until he was satisfied!

"Marisbilly, this is unreal!"

"How do you know that's the correct history?! What if you choose a past where even 'fire' hasn't been touched? Wouldn't that mean humanity's present is doomed?"

"That's why we need you, Ian Pendragon."

Marisbilly laughed.

What was different from before was that this time the smile was a crazy smile.

Just one look and you'll know that the person who laughs like this is definitely not a normal person!

"If the past we encounter is destined for destruction, then shouldn't we just deny it before it becomes reality?"

“Wouldn’t it be a great thing to treat everything like bleached paper, allowing it to become a complete field for your free painting?”

"you……"

Before Marisbilly could finish his words, he was punched hard by Ian.

"What a joke!"

"Then wouldn't the people who originally lived during that time be wiped out?!"

"You are disregarding life!"

"..."

Marisbilly covered his face, which was red from being punched by Ian, but his expression remained as calm as before.

He seemed to have known that the other party would have this attitude, so even in the face of anger, he did not show the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"This is not about disregarding lives, but about saving more lives."

"Humanity is a whole. To achieve the ultimate result, we sacrifice certain possibilities that shouldn't exist, and then, with the help of external forces, we can maintain human order forever. Isn't this a great act that should make us feel happy?"

"Or……"

Marisbilly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Ian in front of him with a calm expression.

He had died long ago, yet it was as if he had never died.

"Ian Pendragon, you actually don't even admit that you are human?"

"..."

Marisbury's question caused the man to fall into silence for a short time.

But soon, he had his own answer:

"Perhaps, I cannot be called a 'human' in the strict sense—"

"But no one has ever said that only a 'human' can deny such a thing, right?"

"Marisbilly, you seem a little self-righteous!!!"

"..."

In response to Ian's words, Marisbilly's lips trembled slightly, as if he saw something.

"Is that so..."

"I see..."

"It's not just 'humans' who refuse to accept all this."

"If that's your answer, I'd be quite happy—"

As he said this, Ian felt that Marisbilly's figure was gradually fading away.

He realized something.

"Where are you going!"

"My mission is over—I was already dead."

Marisbury still had a smiling face.

"Now, it's your turn to give your own answer."

"If a part of history were destined to be destroyed, what would you do... I'm really looking forward to your answer."

"So--"

"Goodbye. Please take good care of my daughter Olga Marie. She is absolutely weak and needs someone like you to protect her."

Before Ian could answer, Marisbury disappeared completely.

As they approached, an extremely piercing alarm sounded throughout the entire virtual Chaldea in an instant.

The red light is like a surging ocean, prevailing in this virtual space.

"In thirty seconds, this area will self-destruct—"

"Please back up your data in time to avoid serious accidents."

"thirty--"

"Twenty-nine—"

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The shining red light echoed in this virtual space.

What followed was a countdown that was clearly reaching its limit.

"Twenty-three—"

"Twenty-two—"

Although it is unknown what Marisbury will do when the countdown ends.

But Ian knew that now was definitely not the time for him to stay here any longer.

He rushed out of the room where Marisbury disappeared, and immediately saw BB still waiting outside.

Although she usually looks disobedient, but when it comes to this moment, she becomes as docile as a tamed kitten.

"What, what's wrong?"

"Why did the countdown suddenly start?!"

Although he didn't know what was going on, BB could still feel the pressure that was building up as time was running out.

"I have to go—"

After Ian simply said this, he directly took BB's hand, and then contacted Mary, who was "in" the same body as him.

"Merry, it's time to leave."

"it is good--"

I saw the blue light surrounding Ian again - that was the sign when he was about to escape from this virtual space.

"Thirteen--"

"twelve--"

"eleven--"

"ten--"

With ten seconds left in the countdown, a violent explosion occurred in this virtual Chaldea.

That scene looked just like the explosion caused by Leif, shocking and direct.

And in the explosion, Ian seemed to see Marisbury's smile - he seemed to have anticipated everything, but also seemed to understand the result only now.

Ten seconds later.

When Ian regained consciousness, he found himself back in the director's office in Chaldea.

BB and Mary, who had accompanied him into the virtual Chaldea, stood beside him.

only--

The former looked extremely worried, and although the latter didn't show much emotion, judging from the way she tightly held Ian's hand, her level of worry was probably even greater than BB's.