Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

His completely calm attitude actually calmed down Altria's rising anger.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Don't you understand how precious memory is to a human being?"

"Whether it is joy, whether it is pain, whether it is sorrow."

"It's everything that makes up this person. If you tamper with it at will, she can no longer be considered herself."

Altria spoke calmly to Vitan.

She didn't understand why Vitan did this. If life could be likened to a blank sheet of paper, then memory would be the brush that painted on it.

If this can be modified at will, what is life?

"I disagree with this, Saber."

"Emiya Kiritsugu has already left a strong personal mark on Irisviel's not-so-long life."

“If this person is not eliminated, Irisviel will never be able to start a new life.”

"Saber, you are a strong warrior, and those painful memories have made you strong now, but you must understand that Irisviel is not."

"She is just a child who was born less than ten years ago and whose mind is not fully developed."

"Such painful memories are not necessary for her."

Altria was suddenly speechless.

This wasn't to say that she agreed with Vitan's point of view, but she agreed that she shouldn't use her own standards to judge Irisviel.

"What about Illya?"

She already understood Vitan's attitude, and what's more, things have come to this point and there is no way to save the situation.

"I have also thought about this carefully. In Irisviel's memory, Illya will become a man-made person created by extracting her genes."

"Illya's memories will also be taken care of when I go pick her up."

Altria stared at Vitan for a while and sighed helplessly.

"last question."

"Even though we are your partners now, you care too much, far beyond the scope of what should be."

"What on earth do you want?"

"--Um!"

He slowly stood up from the sofa, leaving his back to Saber.

"My fair lady, a gentleman likes to be brave."

Chapter 4 k Tousaka Aoi

The cold wind was howling, and even though some leaves had turned green, it still brought a chill to people.

There are two heroic spirits on the left and right.

Vitan just stood in the woods, looking at the small European-style house in front of him.

"Saber, I feel like you seem to have a lot of opinions about me right now."

With a soft sigh, Vitan helplessly stretched out his hand to support his forehead.

"No, Vitan."

Altria shook her head, her expression unchanged.

"I don't have any opinion about you, I just have a slightly better impression of you as a person."

It’s a huge change.

Vitan also knew what Altria was thinking.

But he didn't care about it.

The reason he attacked Irisviel was because he thought his real self might be interested in a girl like this?

Anyway, he is just a clone that exists for a few days. These things will be left for the original body to worry about in the future. What does it have to do with him?

"What do we do now?"

Altria didn't really want to continue this topic with Vitan, so she pointed at the red-roofed villa and spoke.

“Actually, there’s no need to do anything.”

"Does it mean that with the presence of you two, I still need to do those boring things?"

"A direct frontal attack is enough."

"call--"

The sound of whistling wind arose.

The silver-blue armor, accompanied by the shining light, appeared directly on Altria's body.

"That's right. There is no need for any conspiracy or trickery. I can cut off Archer's head by myself."

The golden hair fluttered in the wind, and the blue pupils were filled with the confidence of winning.

"Barserkar, go to the other side and fend off that uninvited guy."

"It's up to you how far you can go."

Chaotic black air burst out directly from the gaps in the armor. Lancelot stomped on the ground hard, creating a big hole on the ground, and at the same time, he flew in the completely opposite direction.

"Saber, don't you want to go take a look?"

"The person who came is Lancer, who is likely to have made an appointment with you."

"If you want, I allow you to fulfill your promise first."

It is now the fourth day of the Holy Grail War.

The situation has become very clear.

Barserkar and Saber's cooperation.

The remaining three heroes could no longer continue to fight alone.

Union is inevitable.

There is absolutely no way Kenneth would stand on the same front with his student Weber.

No matter what, in Kenneth's eyes, this student who stole his heroic relics was challenging his dignity.

Same in reverse.

There was absolutely no way that Weber would be on the same side as his teacher.

It was Kenneth who insulted his dignity and denied him.

That's why he chose to prove himself through war. The quality of a magician is not determined by his innate conditions.

What's the point of him joining forces with his teacher?

Therefore, the choice lies with Tōsaka Tokiomi.

And based on the thought pattern of Tousaka Tokiomi.

Choosing a partner doesn't require any thought.

How could a bumpkin whose family was only three generations old be qualified to cooperate with Tōsaka Tokiomi?

"unnecessary."

"If he were to be defeated in the battle against Barserkar, it would only mean that we would never have had the chance to fight."

Artoria raised her hands with a stern look and held the golden sword above her head.

Countless particles of light slowly emerged from the grass like fireflies on a summer night.

"In that case, just do as you wish."

"I'm going to do my thing here."

Vitan smiled.

The color on its body began to gradually fade, just like a chameleon, blending with the color of the surrounding environment.

"Are you going to look for Archer's Master?"

"Well, after all, it's general against general, king against king!"

"Although I have absolute confidence in you, Saber, it is not my style to just sit there and wait for news."

"I'm going to do my thing."

Altria's gaze never shifted, and she always stared at the target in front of her.

Even more violent magic power burst out from her body.

"I wish you good luck in martial arts!"

“——『Excalibur (Sword of Promised Victory)』”

……

Assassin's complete exit, no matter what, Kotomine Kirei, as a participant in the Holy Grail War, his mission has been completely completed.

No matter how strong he is.

He is totally unqualified to go head-to-head with the Heroic Spirit.

Therefore, Tōsaka Tokiomi also ordered Kotomine Kirei to leave.

Tonight is the last night.

Tomorrow morning, he will board a plane leaving Fuyuki City and wait for the end of the Holy Grail War.

But when he returned to his room underground, he saw an unexpected guest.

That was his teacher, Tōsaka Tokiomi's Servant, the oldest hero king Gilgamesh, but after the night before, he didn't seem to be in a very good mood.

Don't ask Kotomine Kirei why he knew this.

The left arm position is empty.

The broken pieces of wine bottles scattered on the floor and the expensive wines were enough to prove this.

They were originally his collection, but now it seemed that they were being used as substitutes by the Hero King to vent his anger.

"You seem to be in a bad mood right now."

"Do you think I could possibly be okay?"

Gilgamesh drank the red wine in the tall glass in one gulp and said with a gloomy face.

With his last remaining left hand, he slammed the wine glass in his hand heavily against the wall again.

Broken into tiny pieces of glass.

"It seems that you are indeed a very powerful opponent, otherwise it is hard to imagine that you would be defeated."

"Ah--"

"It was just a momentary defeat."

Even in this state, Gilgamesh still maintained his contemptuous attitude.

"Admitting defeat is the magnanimity a king should have. If you can't even face this, then it proves that this king is nothing more than that."

"I failed. I'll just destroy that mixed dog completely next time."

He reached out and took out a golden wine glass.

He then opened a bottle of Kotomine Kirei's collection and filled it up directly.

"What's more, it's just an injury of this degree."

"It's something that can be restored with time."

“No need to worry about it.”

Broken arm?