Type-Moon Simulator: Start the game by attacking the Greek goddess!

"Fear is a good thing. It proves you're afraid of losing, and it's the best evidence you still want to live. If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't hesitate a second, but... no matter how others deny it, I wish you the best in your life."

"...You...bless me...?"

"Why are you standing here? You've come such a long way, aren't you afraid of me?"

"I.........".

Chapter 684: Gentle as a Loving Mother [Please subscribe! Please give me flowers!]

The magic power that invaded Haruli's body erupted.

It was as if he was trying to pry open the true emotions in her heart.

Certain emotions that she didn't want to face were also forced out by the torrent of magic, flowing out from the depths of her heart.

Painful memories then emerged in my mind.

That was the beginning of her tragedy.

——The horror of his parents being murdered by other magi, his family being completely destroyed, and his past happiness being completely shattered.

The symphony of blood and wailing kept echoing in my ears.

It's reached a point where there's no way around it.

"Ahhh... I, I just want revenge..."

"Very good. That is the soil that nourishes you. It is not a gift from me, but something that belongs to you."

"I don't care what the world becomes... It doesn't matter if there's a mystery or not...! I just, I just want them to experience the same feeling! Let them know the truth that things lost can never be returned!

It's like my family won't come back...

Let them experience the feeling of mystery disappearing and never coming back..."

Haruli sobbed, wiping away her tears.

At the same time, feeling the 767 streams of divine power flowing into her body, she also felt disgusted with herself for being so outrageous and ugly.

However, he wants to devote his life to revenge.

This is what she wishes for at the moment.

It is also Haruli's true self.

Compared to the noble and sacred goddess, she was so ugly in front of her. Haruli's inferiority complex flared up again.

It is precisely this realization that matters.

Haruli finally mustered the courage to speak again: "I think I...I...I really...can't do it."

Ishtar said that unnecessary modesty is a death wish.

Because too much humility is a kind of pride.

As a human being, daring to be arrogant in front of the goddess is indeed an act of seeking death.

But that's not the case with Haruli.

She realized her own humbleness and ugliness as a human being, and believed that the woman in front of her was too great and sacred.

The light was so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it.

That’s why I say this again.

"You...are...the glory...How can a tiny...insignificant human like me...be worthy...to serve you!"

Haruli choked and spoke incoherently.

Ishtar listened to these words.

My mind couldn't help but recall the memories of the past, the sweetness of when Moran and I first fell in love.

——That was truly an intoxicating past.

——I really want to sink there forever.

That's why, every time she woke up from such memories, her heart would ache.

The happy memories are gone.

Only hatred fills my heart.

After the burning, only endless sadness remains.

So, look at this girl.

Ishtar couldn't help but stretch out her hand to Haruli and gently stroked her tear-stained cheek.

Once, she shed tears because of such hatred.

Until now, he still longs for revenge.

Haruli is too similar to Ishtar in the past.

"I want to assure you that you are not insignificant."

It's like responding to my past self.

Ishtar answered in the affirmative.

Seeing Moran, who could even overcome the wrath of the gods, wasn't she almost heartbroken at that time?

How pathetic it is to be so insignificant as her.

That's why Ishtar likes Haruli, as if she is recognizing her past self.

"Revenge...destruction to redeem wounded dignity is a natural right for those with a strong will."

Ishtar was also speaking to herself.

But Haruli didn't notice this.

"Goddess Ishtar........."

"Struggle as much as you can. No matter the outcome, I will bear witness to the end for you humans. Whether the end is a beautiful destruction or an ugly struggle, I will watch."

At this moment, Haruli was captivated by the goddess' gentle, motherly smile.

She began to tremble uncontrollably again.

But this time it wasn't fear.

Rather, it was a tremor based on emotion and excitement, and a warm current seemed to be about to burst through the chest.

"I allow you to enjoy life, celebrate joy, and love this world. Use your hands to polish those joys and pains... give them all their value and then give them all to me, understand?"

Ishtar once again held Haruli in her arms.

She rested her head gently next to Haruli's head and spoke softly in a motherly tone.

Still with the arrogance and unreasonableness of a goddess.

However, Haruli heard this.

What surged from her heart was supreme emotion.

His legs went weak and he fell to his knees.

She could only curl up on the ground in an awkward manner, her tear glands bursting uncontrollably once again.

The face that had just been wiped got wet again.

"Just struggle as hard as you can, and dance your body to your heart's content in this world. Even if your dance is ugly, as long as you haven't abandoned your humanity, I can more or less watch you with a smile."

Ishtar did not help Haruli up.

She just watched her curl up and cry quietly, like a mother watching her child grow up.

"Even though I can't teach you how to dance...but at least I can give you a dance costume and shoes. Think of them as protection to crush obstacles, okay?"

Ishtar smiled gently.

If Moran were here, he would be stunned.

That goddess who was as cruel as a natural disaster.

He could almost be said to be the embodiment of the word "brutal".

She could actually smile so lovingly, like a girl who had become a mother overnight.

It's a truly shocking situation.

Not only is he so gentle and considerate to a young girl.

It also grants various protections.

He even made her the chief priest of his temple.

This is simply the treatment of a real daughter.

If Moran knew about this, he would probably think that Haruli was his illegitimate daughter.

Although, this was only a conversation of less than ten minutes.

But what Ishtar changed was the magician Haruli's worldview, and her role as a goddess was gradually returning.

This fact is irrefutable evidence that she gradually regained her godhood through the construction of the temple.

Chapter 685: The Order to Die [Please Subscribe! Please Give Me Flowers!]

Ten minutes later——

"I'm so sorry for being so flustered."

Haruli calmed down her emotions.

Ishtar explained:

"I was originally planning to give you this protection now...when the temple is finished...but forget it. From now on, all you have to do is do your job as the chief priest."

"Okay... what should the Chief Priest actually do?"

"Well... I used to manage the offerings, but now... I guess you're basically the one who stays at the temple while I'm out on business. Anyway, we still have to build the pagoda... Modern construction technology seems to be quite good at building things up, right?

With my blessing, I will definitely build a majestic spire over two kilometers long! I can't wait!"

Ishtar, who had been full of excitement, suddenly frowned.

She looked towards the outskirts of the forest.

"Ah... before that... our temple has just been built and people are coming to make pilgrimages... you should go and entertain them first."

Snowfield, a prison base outside the city.

Fadius has received information from his superiors that the top management will "cleanse" Snowfield City in two days.

He was not at all surprised by such an order.

As one of the masterminds behind the Holy Grail War, he understood when he sensed the deterioration of the land itself.

The Holy Grail War has spiraled out of control.

Whether it is the shadow of the Pale Knight's death, the battle between Enkidu and the blonde woman, or the sudden appearance of the temple.

These are no longer mysteries that can be hidden by human power.

"Is it really okay not to tell Chief Orlando about the decision from above?"

"No need. We had originally planned to remove Director Orland from the chain of command when we reached this point.

If there's any problem, it's just whether Miss Francesca will interfere."

Fadius answered the secretary in a very calm tone.

It was as if the person who was about to be "purified" was not an ally, but an inconspicuous passerby on the street.

The same is true when learning about the decision from above.

It's just a pity.

Although there were constant complications in this Holy Grail War, destroying the city was a pre-planned strategy.

The only thing that worries people is whether Francesca, the fun-loving person, will stop it, and how the British people will respond.