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Toyokawa Shoko: “…”

What could she say? She was desperate too.

Why do other people's isotopes perform so well, especially Pochi, which is simply revolutionary?

Did she really mess up like that?

Impoverished Xiao Xiang uttered a silent question.

Well, maybe it's because he doesn't have a useless father to burden him, which has led to him being too relaxed...

Meanwhile, the attention of the other officials immediately focused on a key piece of information.

By making a contract with the Counter Force, one can ascend to become a Heroic Spirit!

For a while.

His breathing quickened, and his eyes shone brightly as he looked at the female servant in front of him.

Modo, Modo, say more.

Obviously.

They're going to be disappointed; hell lies ahead.

"No, he wouldn't."

Yukinoshita's gaze gradually hardened, and she said in a firm and powerful voice, "Although that guy has a terrible personality, is unreliable, childish, petty, and has a lot of energy, like a little kid who causes trouble everywhere, he is a good... a decent person, a trustworthy... friend."

Rosser, who was watching the spectacle: ? ? ? The pause was a change of words, right? It was definitely a change of words, wasn't it? Does it mean that in your heart, I, this kind-hearted saint, don't deserve to be called a good person?

"You don't even dare to tell your lover?"

The female spirit shook her head in disappointment: "As expected, someone like you can never change anything. The real Goto Ichiri died in that fire long ago, leaving behind only an empty shell called Yukinoshita Doku."

"In short, Bai Li won't, and..."

When the fire eight years ago was mentioned, Yukinoshita's pupils contracted, and she took a step back, her eyes revealing struggle and a desire to escape.

"Mother, Father is absolutely..."

Don't try to change the subject!

Before she could finish speaking, the female servant abruptly interrupted her, raising her eyes and saying indifferently, "Answer me. What if it is him? Will you, the champion of justice, kill him?!"

This sound was like a bolt from the blue.

The witnesses who were discussing the matter from the depths of the dimension fell silent.

You can't test people's hearts. Once you ask them something, no matter what the answer is, some bonds will be broken.

As for Yukinoshita Doku, it's obviously not important whether he can kill Rakuko-sama.

In fact.

Many people now suspect that Rakugo God probably doesn't even have the concept of death. From his conversation with Tokisaki Kurumi, they vaguely guessed that he was actually excluded from the real world by the Counter Force, and they guarded against him like a thief.

So here's the question: why not let them in and use home advantage to kill them?

Clearly, most sealed demons are sealed because they can't be killed. This one can't even be sealed, so it would be satisfied if it just stayed out and rubbed against something.

.....

Castle hall.

Yukinoshita Doku suddenly froze.

Even Goto Ichiri, deep within her consciousness, seemed to have gone mad.

The image of a scumbag flashed through my mind. Although he was scumbag and despicable, he left a very deep impression on me.

This kind of impression can usually be reversed into a positive one because of a small incident, and so...

Love was born.

"Yes, that's what love is all about—just a simple release of dopamine..."

The female heroic spirit rubbed her forehead and sighed helplessly, "Yukinoshita Doku, you really are beyond saving... utterly hopeless!!!"

The last word suddenly became more emphasized.

moment.

The terrifying mental landscape rose into the sky with the surging magic, instantly changing the world, with countless fragmented memories flashing.

That was the deepest, most profound mark in this female servant's heart, but...

Slaughter, slaughter, slaughter... Slaughter with bows and arrows, with swords, with magic, with poison, with traps, it's all slaughter.

Assassinations, raids, pinpoint kills, bomb kills... the possibilities are endless.

Countless images of a woman indifferently and numbly killing humans in various ways overlapped endlessly.

Or perhaps for the world, or for more people, or to end the suffering of those humans turned into zombies, or... for justice?

In that desolate wind, withered trees, and endless yellow sand, these two words seem so pale.

Is this justice?

Maybe so.

After all, the judgment of the inhibitory force is not wrong. If they cannot be killed in time, and they ignite the situation, it will plunge all of humanity back into a world war in the primitive era.

But they were merely resisting an invasion; does that mean they were wrong?

Killing the zombies is also a good idea. It must be so painful to be unable to control yourself and just watch yourself eat people. Besides, if it spreads, it will harm even more people.

As if the impression was too deep, the female servant's mind reflected a joke that was neither true nor false.

A certain Judas spirit arrived at the beginning of the century by accident, at a time when the leader was still a child.

For revenge, or to put it more grandly, to save the millions of Jews who were about to be killed?

The spirit of the hero went mad, searching for the leader in his childhood, mobilizing the power of the Judah people, preferring to kill the innocent rather than let the guilty go free.

After all, compared to the deaths of millions of people in the future, the deaths of a few dozen, a few hundred, or a few thousand people are very few, right?

But he killed many people, including dozens of children of the same name and age, without ever perceiving the changes in history.

Until someone stood in the same spot, his eyes burning with flames that could consume everything, and changed his name to the one he was searching for, to remind himself to remember everything.

Because his parents were killed, his relatives and friends were killed, his classmates, neighbors, and friends...

He was horrified; the Demon King had been born.

The boy before might not have been, but now he is—a more tyrannical, more resilient, and more terrifying leader, born from the very hands of his servant.

His existence even led to the Jewish people becoming more arrogant, domineering, and ruthless, resulting in a blow a thousand times more severe than in history, until their true annihilation.

Or rather, it was because of his existence that the Jews, who were originally only severely injured at this time, were completely destroyed.

Even many countries that would have historically helped them joined in the merciless revenge.

Of course, the restraining force is far beyond what a mere follower of Judah can compare to; being as powerful as it is, it can observe the vast majority of possibilities and, theoretically, would not lead to such an outcome.

but.....

The pale red glow of the setting sun shone on the endless yellow sand, where rows of lonely swords stretched as far as the eye could see, like tombstones.

Yukinoshita seemed to sense that pain and numbness, and gently comforted her: "At least you were right that one time. It wasn't a crime, but rather to help them find relief."

"help?"

"relief?"

The nearly pale-haired female servant knew what she was talking about. Her smile turned cold, and she sneered, "You say help? Do you know how they cursed, begged, and hated before they died?"

They are called zombies, but they still have consciousness; they just can't control it.

The instinct of life is to survive! No matter how dire the situation, they still want to live!

To arbitrarily deprive others of their lives in the name of righteousness.

To presumptuously claim that one's own ideas are helpful to another...

"Compared to Yukino Yukinoshita's correctness, your so-called justice is disgustingly self-centered and arrogantly nauseating, Yukinoshita Doku."

The female spirit gave her a look of disgust.

Killing is killing.

Any excuse is futile when it comes to taking the lives of innocent people.

It is neither correct nor just; it is merely a sense of helplessness and cruelty.

Her adoptive mother, the woman named Yukino Yukinoshita, at least wouldn't claim to be righteous.

"Because of the desire to redeem themselves, they constantly seek praise from people in the name of helping others."

"On one hand, they grieve for the loss of life with crocodile tears, and on the other hand, they ruthlessly raise the butcher's knife."

Reciting the past indifferently, the female spirit's gaze turned utterly cold.

"Yukinoshita Toku, don't you think it would have been better if such a person had never existed in the first place?"

At the end of the steps.

The female spirit opened her palm, and a dazzling azure arc of electricity exploded. Amidst the surging air, the familiar Moye blade materialized.

She threw it out, and with a crisp metallic clang, it slid down the long staircase, slowly coming to rest beside her single foot beneath the snow.

The female servant silently looked down at the lone figure beneath the snow, her indifferent voice carrying down her.

"Commit suicide, Yukinoshita Totsuki."

It was not admonition, but a declaration.

A declaration from a fallen hero.

There's no need for further communication; she's already fed up with it.

If Yukinoshita Tomoya doesn't maintain her dignity, this future Servant will help her do so.

When faced with Servants, what other choices do we have?

"Too insignificant, too pathetic, too painful, another me."

The girl with long, straight pink hair didn't speak, but slowly picked up the knife, pointed it at the steps, and curled her lips into a smile: "I'm different from you. I'm not numb, not an empty shell. I have emotions, friends, and... a lover."

She finally admitted it, declaring it.

At that moment, she truly won.

From the perspective of.

I almost didn't realize that Yukinoshita would choose a respectable Earthling.

I really thought she had chosen to commit suicide.

After all, that kind of tragic future, where one is controlled like a puppet by the Resistant Force, endlessly reincarnated in one world after another in an infernal hell, is too chilling.

Most importantly........

Did she have a choice when faced with Servants?

"At least that android named Saeko Busujima is definitely stronger than her."

The black cat exhaled.

I still admire her courage; she was almost suffocating the whole way here.

"One mile..."

Hongxia gripped Yamada Ryo's hand tightly, squeezing it so hard that Yamada Ryo's cheeks twitched, but she didn't dare to say a word.

If she makes a joke at a time like this, Hongxia will really beat her to death.

An honest person is terrifying when they get angry.

.......

"You mongrel, how dare you, a mere human, stand before me?"

High in the sky.

Step onto the “Radiant Ship”, which is made entirely of gold and emeralds and resembles a ship soaring through the sky.

The Golden King thought so too, and looked at the young man in front of him with great interest.