Super God: If I punch you, you will die

"Because, if we forget about that child, where can that child go?"

In this world, the only people who still remember that dog are probably myself and my younger brother.

Once forgotten, the child vanishes in an instant. The very knowledge that once existed also disappears.

People erect tombstones so that they will not forget the dead. Every time we see a tombstone, we will remember the person who died.

Proving that it once existed is just as important as maintaining its survival.

So, if you forget it yourself.

That child can't go anywhere.

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"Isn't that a completely irrational emotion that deviates from the logic of a magician? So you still can't do it, sister."

Upon hearing this, Fiore's breath caught in her throat for a moment. Then, she slowly nodded and said:

"That's true, I really can't. Maybe I'm just too indecisive."

She should have forgotten it. But even if she hadn't, it wouldn't have been a big deal. This ambiguous approach, which should have been despicable, was something she used her talent to conceal as a magician's way of life.

But that's the end of the road. Childhood is long gone, and now she has to choose whether to climb the steps or walk down them.

We should still go up there; we should continue down the path of the magician.

That was the correct action. It was the most reasonable judgment, without the slightest error.

At dusk, I made a tombstone myself. Now, after years of wind and rain, it's probably buried somewhere unknown. But even so, my brother and I did make a tombstone.

I once mourned that dog at its grave, grieving its death. I haven't erased the fact, and I don't have the audacity to feign indifference and call myself a magician.

Yes, that's absolutely true. I am "cowardly." Cowardly and timid, I dwell on trivial matters all day long—that's my true self.

A warm feeling welled up in my heart.

It wasn't that he couldn't climb any more steps, but rather that he felt incredibly foolish and cowardly for deciding never to forget that dog. Yet, he had no regrets.

"I can no longer climb up."

"Really? Hmm, I think it's better for you to stay like this, sister."

We've reached our limit.

Upon hearing Corles's words, Fiore couldn't help but curl up and sob.

Fiore Fulvige Yggdrasilena has decided to withdraw from the battle. But this doesn't mean she's withdrawing from the Holy Grail War itself, but rather from her life as a magician.

"Five more days, let's wait five more days. If Rider can realize the true value of that book, then the risk of being attacked can be greatly reduced."

"Is that so? Then you can stay here, sister."

Koles patted his chest in relief, but Fiore said, puzzled:

"What did you say? How could that be? Of course I'm going too."

"Huh!? Didn't you say you were going to quit?!"

"Koles, what are you talking about?"

The crying face she'd just seen seemed like an illusion. Fiore declared to her brother with a nonchalant expression:

“Fiore Fulvig Yggdmillennia, as a magician, has indeed withdrawn. But on the other hand, as the chosen Master of the Holy Grail War, I must continue to fulfill my responsibilities.”

"Waaah. That."

Koles groaned. She was right; regardless of whether someone was a magician or not, her responsibilities as a Master were independent.

Moreover, "Black Archer" is still alive and well, and also needs the support of magic.

Furthermore, it's impossible to withdraw from the Holy Grail War at this point. It has nothing to do with whether one is a mage or not; one must continue fighting with the dignity of a Master.

“Listen up, Koles. I’m getting on the plane too. You and Uncle Gold stay here. If anything happens, we’ll have to rely on you.”

"No, I want to go. I want to go too. Just like you, sister, I still bear the mission of being a surviving Master."

That's right, Koles is still a Master. Although his contribution is small, he supplies a portion of the magical energy to "Black" Archer. However, that's only as a backup; he was originally just a Master who had long since withdrawn from the Holy Grail War.

"Berserker is clearly gone, isn't he?"

Faced with this pathetic question, Corresponds stared straight at Fiore and answered:

“Even if Berserker is gone, even if all Command Seals have disappeared, I am still a Master. And more importantly, I am the magician of Yggdrasil. Since I bear such a responsibility, I must go with them.”

Upon hearing this, Fiore couldn't help but gasp.

The magician of Yggdrasil. She understood the meaning behind those words. It was a declaration of parting, a statement of resolve.

For a brief moment, both of them fell silent.

"Really? Are you going 'over there', Koles?"

Fiore murmured somewhat forlornly, while Corles shrugged nonchalantly.

"It doesn't really matter to me which way I go. But since my sister is going 'over there,' I think it's better for me to stay here."

Koles did not act based on his own desires, but merely in response to Fiore's actions. However, he had no regrets about it.

He'd always lived a life of aimless wandering. Whether as a human or a magician, he was utterly a jack-of-all-trades, master of none. If doing this could help solidify his sister's life, then that would be a good thing.

Aren't you planning to come with me?

Is it necessary to go along?

Faced with her sister's pleading words, Corles pushed her away without hesitation. "That's fine," Corles thought. Fiore felt lonely and saddened by leaving her side. But it was just a separation she would eventually overcome.

She has decided on the direction she will take. Although she doesn't know what kind of future awaits her on the road ahead, she has already made her decision.

The loss is immense. After all, it means abandoning one's honor and life as a magician, which is only natural. But even so, Fiore still longs to go there.

There is no right or wrong here, but a determination to include regret.

"That would make it a bit lonely."

"You never know. Who knows, we might end up dying together in five days."

"Ah, of course, such a future also exists."

Perhaps because she was a little lost in thought, she realized that she had momentarily forgotten about another scenario, one that was far more likely than surviving in the future. Upon realizing this, Fiore couldn't help but laugh.

Koles seemed to be infected by the laughter and started laughing too. Then the two of them burst into laughter at each other's funny expressions.

After wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Kaures said:

"This is the final battle, so grit your teeth and fight on, sister."

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Fiore replied:

"No problem. Because I have Archer protecting me." The night sky was filled with countless twinkling, dazzling stars.

Although the occasional gusts of wind that blew past were chilly, they weren't enough to make one shiver. The view of Tolifas from the watchtower of the Mirenia fortress had finally returned to a calm and peaceful state.

Magicians rushed about, trying to suppress the spread of panic by subtly influencing ordinary people. Some disguised themselves as doctors to provide medical assistance, while others posed as police officers to spread information about "naturally occurring toxic gas." Fiore, acting as the clan leader, quickly negotiated with the government and soon quelled the previous unusual situation. It is said that the serial killer's case is also being handled as if it has been "resolved."

"Black" Archer gazed at the starry sky, sensing a strange sense of disconnection. It wasn't because anything unusual had happened, but simply because a thought had suddenly crossed his mind.

"In just two thousand years, will the stars still not change much?"

I had thought that the starry sky I had seen in Greece would be completely different from the night sky I saw in Tolfa, but in reality there wasn't much difference.

Human life has changed, history continues to move forward, but the way the world exists itself has not changed much—Archer thought.

Fighting, loving, thinking, giving orders. Although those called kings have almost disappeared, people's actions are no different from those of Archer in his lifetime.

There's nothing we can do about it.

Humans can cultivate wisdom and pass on knowledge. However, the instincts rooted within us will not change.

If it has changed, then it is no longer human, but another kind of creature.

Even so, shouldn't humans strive to become beings of a higher order than themselves?

"That's ridiculous."

The words that slipped out unintentionally were overheard by someone standing behind them.

"Archer?"

Hearing a clear voice, Archer turned around and looked:

"Ah, it's Lin Yan. What's up?"

As Archer spoke, he scanned the area with his eyes, searching for the figure of either Rider or Ruler who was highly likely hiding behind him. Noticing his gaze, Lin Yan said with slight displeasure:

"Those two are talking to your Master. I'm just here to deliver a message."

"Send a message?"

"Ah. I heard the tracking operation has been rescheduled for five days from now. But she will provide further details at that time."

"Is that so?"

Archer, of course, understood the true meaning behind those words perfectly. It meant that she, an extraordinary being who was a magician, had made the decision to live an ordinary life.

But she had already made her choice. Even though it meant losing so much, she still made that choice.

No matter how ordinary a person is, they will one day face such a choice. Life's choices determine the path forward.

People who don't regret their choices or hesitate are extremely rare. However, Archer understands very well that not hesitating doesn't necessarily mean it's the right choice.

No, even if you make a mistake because of hesitation, that's perfectly fine.

"Archer, I have a question I'd like to ask you, you clever one."

Archer was somewhat surprised that Lin Yan was still there, probably because he thought Lin Yan would go back immediately after delivering the message.

"Hmm, what is it?"

Her face, as beautiful as a doll's, was shrouded in sorrow.

"I really don't understand."

The weak, whisper-like voice disappeared without a trace, merging into the starry sky.

"What you're saying isn't clear. What exactly is it??"

"'Black' Assassin made me see certain scenarios."

The boy recounted.

There are those who are exploited, and those who exploit others. In the end, all that can be reached is an innocent life endlessly subjected to torment.

As a function, it is a complete state in which no one is wrong and no justice exists.

That was practically a scene straight out of hell.

“Indeed, that may not represent all of humanity. But I have already noticed it. If humanity continues to survive by sacrificing a minority as a whole, although it may be difficult to detect with the naked eye, in reality this world is no different from that hell.”

Lin Yan expressed his criticism of the world with clumsy words.

The world is not beautiful at all; the world is ugly. This statement contains a part of the truth.

"Of course, I don't understand the world. So, although this might be a boring idea for you, but..."

He said it as if he were throwing a tantrum. That's really naive, Archer thought.

So, refuting his opinion is certainly easy, and expressing it in words is equally easy. One could use ten grand principles to dismantle his theory, and surely a hundred words would easily persuade him. More importantly, Lin Yan yearns to have his conclusions refuted by others. Because he wants to believe Ruler's statement that "the world is beautiful."

However, Archer refused to do so.

"Perhaps so. Lin Yan, it has been more than two thousand years since I roamed the earth. The human population has increased considerably. They have survived various disasters and wars and continue to prosper to this day. In the long history of the earth, perhaps only humans have been able to prosper to this extent. However, it is not that humans have changed in these two thousand years. In essence, they have not changed at all."

Lin Yan stared at Archer's face in surprise. Archer shook his head as if to say, "I can't stand it."

"I have personally trained no fewer than a hundred humans, and countless of them have ultimately been crowned heroes. Of course, those achievements were all attained through their own talent and hard work; I merely gave them a slight push from behind."

Even so, he was still proud of the students he had taught.

Asclepius, the god of medicine, was deeply revered; Heracles, the world-renowned hero; Castor; and Achilles, who appeared in the world as the "Red" Rider. Those who left their mark on history, and those who were buried in obscurity, were all remarkable individuals.

"Even with so many heroes, the world hasn't changed. That's only natural. Because no one, no matter what kind of person, can change their instincts."