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She could never have gotten away from it in the first place.

There is only one Holy Grail, but each group has a reason to obtain it even at the cost of death.

Thus, the battle began...

The entire Fuyuki region was engulfed in flames amidst the turmoil, with tragedies occurring every moment.

It was as if she could see the fire from eight years ago.

How is it possible to accept?

She finally made up her mind and, with Saber, intervened in the Holy Grail War, narrowly escaping death time and time again.

Weak.

She was too weak, her magic was only half-baked, which dragged Saber down, making her unmatched by any other warrior.

Thankfully, looking at that boy, the boy who had helped her time and time again, Matou Hakurei...

She held on!

He witnessed how Hercules, who had knocked Saber to her knees with three punches, was powerless to resist under the Law God's Lock.

They witnessed the assassins, under the command of an old man named Kogoro Mouri, creating miracles time and time again, even assassinating the invincible hero king.

I saw Kyogoku Makoto's head being coldly severed, I saw the witch being killed by the Lancer, I saw Saber being swallowed by the black mud...

But at least, at least Sakura and Tohsaka are still alive, at least he... he still exists in the end.

until.....

The final moments on stage were dramatic, absurd... as if fate were mocking and ridiculing them.

.....

A burning city, a shattered earth, boiling lava, pieces of floating rock, and the dark Tree of Life tearing through Mount Yuanzang, connecting to the sky, with a chosen human hanging upside down from each branch.

Before the throne that stretched to the heavens, kneeling in a pool of blood, Shoko Tohsaka, who had thrown the jeweled sword, roared:

"Do it!"

Covered in blood, with her heart pierced and even one eye missing, Shoko Tohsaka still stubbornly held onto a crystal wall.

"I'm telling you to do it!!! Kill me and him together, don't let me look down on you, you lone wolf!!"

And he...

The gentle, warm friend who had grown up with her, just like when they were children, looked at her with open arms: "Come on, Du, kill me, and you can save the world. Isn't that your ideal? This is justice, the greatest justice."

He smiled, but his eyes were devoid of emotion, like a wicked god eyeing humanity.

Volume 1: Chapter 146 Aizen: Don't you have any lyrics of your own?

Beside the boy.

Kurumi Tokisaki stood as if behind the scenes, her gaze as cold as if she were looking at a shameless bitch.

"Don't push me..."

The once-firm blade of the slender girl now hung limply, her face streaked with tears, as she screamed in despair, "Why are you forcing me? I can't do it, I really can't."

To kill your most important friend and the person you love together...

My father died, he died in that black mud, and was burned to ashes.

The pregnant mother died, and the crying and shouting seemed like a curse to keep her alive.

His adoptive mother also died, leaving behind an ideal that felt like a curse.

She has nothing left; this is all she has.

No, no, she doesn't want this kind of thing—her last friend and the person she loves.

The girl gripped the sword, shook her head repeatedly, retreated continuously, cried, and broke down.

Her self-perceived strength and resilience proved utterly vulnerable at this moment.

"Why, why, Bai Li?"

She pleaded.

"Can't you even understand this? That's really disappointing."

The boy said helplessly.

"No, I admire you so much, I know you, you wouldn't..."

The girl shook her head, crying.

"Sa, Du, remember that..."

The boy smiled and said softly, "Longing is the furthest distance from understanding. The Matou Hakurei you know never existed in the first place."

Pushing his hair back, the boy's hair turned jet black, and he grew tall and strong, becoming a tall young man with two devilish horns spiraling out from between his hair strands.

Aizen: Lawyer? Where's my lawyer?

"This is my last chance. I'm about to complete my transformation. Then a terrifying beast will descend, and only the Seven Crowns can defeat it."

No...no, that won't happen.

The girl was stunned.

"Go ahead and do it. Don't you still have ideals? Come on, kill us, end all this, become a savior hero, and embark on the path that belongs to your ideals."

The young man was refined and handsome, with a researcher's interest in his voice: "...This struggle, indeed, humans are the most interesting thing~~"

"No...no, you're not Bai Li! Give Bai Li back to me!!!"

The girl burst into tears.

But she knew, she always knew...

"Still not decided? Then I'm going to create a new world, okay? Anyway, I've already acquired the spark of the new humans."

The young man looked at her with a smile.

He thought to himself, "Why aren't you making a move? If the transformation is really completed, this 'Beast Principle'... No, I don't want to become Slaanesh... Am I stuck with Sesshouin's script...?"

Seeing that the other party was still hesitating, he immediately turned around and walked towards the throne: "Sakura, let's get ready to begin."

Why is she called Sakura? She's Kurumi...

The girl struggled, gripping the jeweled sword.

"Do it!"

Shoko Tohsaka's eyes were bloodshot.

at last.

Amidst repeated questioning, guidance, and coercion.

The girl, her hands gripping the jeweled sword, trembled as she raised it, her eyes vacant and numb.

He thrust the sword down fiercely.

The girl named Tokisaki Kurumi suddenly hugged the boy tightly, locking him firmly in place.

"Betrayed, Sakura?"

The girl murmured softly, "It's so good, my brother is mine alone now..."

Fresh blood bloomed.

The gem sword, which integrates countless versions of himself from multiple worlds, pierced through the crystal wall representing Shoko Tohsaka's life like a rainbow-colored spiral spear, and even pierced through the two people on the throne along with the throne itself.

Life was slipping away, but the girl named Kurumi held the young man, watching his lips move silently, and said sarcastically: "Live on with your ideals, no, your curses... Alone... I've always thought you were the funniest guy."

“Ahhhhh——!”

Amidst the frenzied shouts, countless sharp blades rained down, engulfing everything in their path.

The empty, muttering voices echoed.

"I still have dreams, I still have dreams, my dreams..."

That body, devoid of everything and its spirit dead, staggered like a walking corpse through the burning city, passing through scene after scene of horrific carnage, heading towards the road to its ideals...

My mother's curse-like words, "Live, live on."

Shoko Tohsaka's eyes held a pleading, hopeful look, a longing for her to live.

Yes, Xiangzi is just like her. Her parents have long since passed away, and she killed her closest senior sister, Minagawa Akane, who taught her magic.

Now, Matou Hakurei, and her younger sister Kurumi are also being ordered to be killed by her.

So, is she the only trace that remains in the world?

For these people, so that someone will remember them, I will live on even if I am cursed.

Yes, to survive...

The girl, like a walking corpse, left Tokyo and joined the battlefield, numbing herself amidst death and smoke.

Memories peel away, revealing a desolate landscape. Beauty is shattered, and in the end, one can only choose to bury it deep within. With eyes closed, one searches in solitude for the only thing one possesses: the ideal that was once entrusted to one's beliefs.

Time flows like water, life is like a dream; how many joys and sorrows, how many partings and reunions, how many beautiful scenes are there amidst the tolling of the evening drum and the morning bell?

Among time, the cruelest yet greatest invention, who is truly special?

Time fades into nothingness, like yellowed rice paper; what was once profound will eventually fade away.

Memories will eventually fade, recollections will lose their color, the music will end, the people will disperse, the moon will wax and wane... everything will change, but the struggle and fighting between people, nations, and ethnic groups will remain an eternal theme.

The Greater Grail ritual, which nearly destroyed the world, was dismantled and analyzed by the Mage's Association on the seventh day.

Information about the Holy Grail War was released, and subsequently, "subspecies" of the Holy Grail War occurred all over the world, making the summoning of Heroic Spirits commonplace.

It posed a greater threat to ordinary people, and she faced life-or-death situations multiple times in the years that followed.

But it was precisely because of this that she encountered many Servants and many Noble Phantasms, and the number of swords in Unlimited Blade Works increased, and she continued to grow stronger.

Whether it's a person or a lifeless heart.

A woman who yearns for justice and tries to become the blade of justice possesses nothing but the edge of a knife.

Fight.

Fight.

Unending and relentless pursuit of justice, taking away one precious life after another.

Numbness, emptiness.

But that was all she had left. Goto Ichiri died in the Fuyuki fire that year, while Yukinoshita Doku died the moment she raised her blade against her lover and best friend.

All that remains is an anonymous person who pursued justice.

so.....

Kill women, kill old people, kill children, kill everything.

If you can kill that person for the sake of justice, is there anything else you can spare?

There's no reason for that, is there?

Like a machine, like a cold-blooded demon, she mercilessly judges justice and kills the wicked, whether it be one person or a thousand, whether they are powerful or beggars.

It has nothing to do with the number of people or their identities.

So it was only natural that she would kill a village because of one person, because of a little girl from an ordinary Jewish family, and kill the former Prime Minister of the Commonwealth.

Being wanted and surrounded for assassination is only to be expected, right?

Why did you betray me and sell me out?

Surrounded by the army and besieged by magicians, she looked at the crying little girl in the crowd with confusion.

She wasn't like this when her mother saved her.

You were in hell back then too.

She faced death in a state of incomprehension.

But the deceased was clearly unable to continue on the path of justice.