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Kotomine Kirei stood in the dangerous fire scene, quietly admiring the scene. For others, this sight might be disgusting, but for him, it was like the supreme enjoyment that could only appear in dreams.

"Bliss..."

He couldn't help but sigh as he walked past the scattered corpses one after another.

Suddenly, he saw a child struggling under the rubble. He was about to sit back and watch his struggle and appreciate the joy in it, but Roland's last advice to him was still ringing in his ears.

"Kirei, if you can't understand, then think about this question. Humans are complex creatures that are a combination of innate and acquired qualities. In the past, you felt desperate because you had a conscience. This conscience conflicted with your nature, so you were confused and resisted."

"That is why, when you accept your nature and become a complete human being, you will pursue the paradise above your destiny. You are not a monster shaped by your simple nature, but a confused traveler. As long as you have the pursuit of higher happiness in your heart, that self-satisfaction is what can truly bring you salvation."

"So you can be joyful, but in the end, my dear friend, you still have to walk the thorny path called restraint."

Kotomine Kirei stared blankly at the red lotus hell, but his feet moved involuntarily, like a wailing ghost wandering in hell.

Pleasure and anguish entangled him together, one strangled his throat, the other pushed his shoulders.

But in the end, he still rushed over, suppressing the smile on his face while enduring the torment in his heart. With an expression that didn't know whether he was crying or laughing, he held back his tears, held the hand that the red-haired child stretched out, and pulled him out of this red hell.

The red-haired child would never forget the expression on the priest's face, the trembling, the uneasiness, the desperate smile and the twisted tears flowing out together. He clenched his hands and murmured subconsciously, like a believer who had completed his mission.

He looked so happy.

It was as if it was not he who was saved, but him. Although his consciousness was about to disappear, the red-haired child was so moved that he firmly memorized the face of the priest in his heart, just like a dying person grabbing a life-saving straw.

He had the motivation to live.

——I want to be like this priest.

Chapter 109 Kallen

In the large room filled with a strange aroma, Roland rubbed his forehead in confusion, opened his eyes, and looked at Irisviel beside him.

Even in her sleep, her noble and stunning appearance was not affected in the slightest. Instead, she looked even more charming because of the blush on her face. Her long, frosty white hair, as white as the moonlight, gently draped over Roland's body, giving him an itchy, subtle touch.

Roland quickly left the bed to prevent Irisviel from clinging to him, otherwise he would have to spend another day on this big bed.

As a result, as soon as he got out of bed, he stepped on the garters thrown carelessly on the floor, as well as the clothes scattered everywhere. However, this time, before he could summon the shadow army, the highly cultured android maid had already come over obediently, began to consciously clean up everything around, and dressed Roland.

This was the first time that Roland enjoyed such a corrupt life. Although the Einzbern androids were not good at fighting, they were very good at this aspect.

"Where's Ahad?"

Roland asked casually to the android maid named Sera beside him, as if the great patriarch who ruled the Einzbern was just an insignificant character in his eyes.

"I'm already waiting to report to you, Lord Roland."

After the Holy Grail War, in order to avoid any unexpected events, Roland immediately brought Irisviel and Illya to the Einzbern home shrouded in an ice and snow barrier, and announced a fact to the stunned Ahad.

"From now on, Einzbern belongs to me."

Faced with this request, Ahad acted decisively and immediately handed over the highest authority to Roland. He immediately stopped the experiments and abandonment of the androids, and directly confirmed the mission of Einzbern as serving Roland.

It was completely different from the insanity Roland had in mind. It was not until he discovered that this guy's mind had been completely rewritten by the idea of ​​serving the Fire Devil that he understood the reason for the incident.

Walking in the spacious chapel, this respectable-looking old man was following Roland respectfully.

"Some of the core androids have already rushed to Fuyuki, and the construction of the relevant barriers and workshops is also being prepared. Soon, it will become the second palace where Einzbern will serve you."

"Um……"

Roland responded without comment, and looked at the statues in the chapel. After passing the saint who was difficult to evaluate and the three talismans, he looked at the newly hung paintings with strange eyes.

It was a giant oil painting that was magnificent, sacred, and full of religious feeling. It was better than any previous painting that recorded the history of Einzbern. However, compared with other works, this painting did not have many images, only the image of a young man holding up a golden cup.

Even people with little artistic attainments can see the artist's strong desire to glorify the greatness of the young man in the painting as much as possible.

Roland stared at the work, narrowed his eyes, and said calmly: "Now when I see this kind of thing, even the feeling of shame disappears. It seems that I have grown a lot."

"It is simply because this mortal work cannot even touch a shred of your brilliance."

The silver-haired old man said nonchalantly: "It is natural to record the results of the Holy Grail War in oil paintings, not to mention you who have fulfilled the Einzbern's long-cherished wish. If Lord Roland wants, I even plan to hang your statues everywhere in Einzbern..."

“This is still free.”

Roland quickly rejected the fanatic's plan. Suddenly, his eyes moved and he looked behind him. Illya, who was wearing a white dress, jumped into his arms like a nimble little deer.

"Father, it's so boring here... When are we going back to Fuyuki..."

Illya rubbed against Roland skillfully and immediately started to act coquettishly. For Illya, who grew up locked up in a castle, everything outside seemed so interesting compared to the Einzbern who was buried in ice and snow all day long.

"I'm going back today. Where's your mother?"

"It seems like she's still getting dressed..."

Illya blinked her eyes. "Every time my mother doesn't let me sleep with her, I always wake up late the next day. Why is that?"

Roland laughed dumbly and did not explain: "You can find out the reason for this kind of thing when you grow up. Now, go and ask Irisviel to prepare quickly. We have to go back to Fuyuki this afternoon and we have things to do tomorrow."

At Fuyuki Airport in the morning, after getting off the special charter plane, Roland took Illya for a stroll. Although the movement would be faster using the Shadow Corps, due to Illya's pleading, they still used the plane as the means of transportation for this trip.

Just as Irisviel, who obviously had little experience, was enthusiastically introducing the surrounding stores to Illya as if she were very familiar with them, Roland's attention was attracted by a somewhat unexpected figure.

Her slightly curly silver hair fell naturally, and her pupils, which were between amber and gold, did not show any superfluous emotion. Her regular facial features carried a pitiful look, and her nun-like attire gave her an illusory beauty.

Although she hasn't grown up yet, everyone can tell that she is a beauty.

At this moment, the girl stood there, staring at Roland with eyes that seemed to be able to speak.

Roland could confirm that he did not know this child, but the child's gaze was too sharp, as if he recognized him.

Out of curiosity, he took the initiative to walk towards the girl. Seeing his actions, the silver-haired girl's expression remained calm, but her little hands unconsciously grasped the hem of her nun's uniform.

"Well--!"

As Roland approached, the girl unconsciously made a short sound, her face became paler, and a few drops of sweat appeared on her forehead.

I am afraid.

The girl knew this very well. Since she was a child, she had been very vulnerable to injury and often had scars on her body for no reason.

And after that man appeared, every inch of her skin felt a dull pain, as if it was about to roll over and drench everything with blood and pain.

The reason why such a scene had not occurred was because the man was looking at her, as if she could not be disrespectful in front of a superior, and she did not have any wounds on her body.

Reason was telling her to step back quickly, but she was so frightened that her whole body became stiff, like a lamb under the butcher's knife, waiting quietly to be devoured.

I couldn't even think of running away, and the courage I used to have to easily spit out sarcasm at adults disappeared without a trace.

The silver-haired girl knew her own nature clearly. She didn't know whether it was inherited from her father or mother, or if it was innate to her, but ever since she was a child, she had felt a sense of destructive emptiness lingering around her.

Compared to normal people, she is twisted. She cannot feel not only happiness, but even negative emotions such as sadness.

No matter what kind of hardship befell her, she could not understand it, whether it was sadness, hatred, anger or even pain, so she always faced everything with an indifferent attitude, pretending to be a well-behaved puppet to conceal her true nature.

Even though she was taken away by her father whom she had never met since she was born, she could not understand what the warmth of family love was all about.

From childhood to adulthood, she lived as the daughter of a sinner because her mother committed suicide and betrayed the love of God. Therefore, although the priest who raised her received generous living expenses, he refused to let her be baptized or go to school to learn knowledge. He just kept praying and working for the young girl.

Then, she was taken away by her father, who also possessed the essence of nothingness but could not feel emptiness.

However, just now, this sense of nothingness was completely broken.

Obviously, she could hardly see with her right eye and her sense of taste was very weak. Compared with ordinary people, her perception of the world was always a little duller, but as the man approached, everything around her became turbulent.

All kinds of extreme emotions continuously impacted the silver-haired girl's brain. The clear world was engraved on her body with extreme pain. If she were an ordinary person, she would be destroyed the moment she realized the true nature of this man. But at this moment, the girl only felt an extreme pleasure. Her petite body kept shaking, and she looked at Roland who was approaching step by step, at a loss.

How could there be such a strong malice? So cruel, yet with a kind of kindness, so chaotic, yet with a sense of holiness.

Although she had been asked countless times to follow the priest and pray to the gods in the church, it was the first time that the girl felt proof of the real existence of gods.

If there really is a God in the world, it can only be this man in front of him who is so evil that he makes people feel a kind of pure love.

With every step Roland took closer, she felt as if something was wailing inside her body, and with every step forward, she felt the suffocation getting worse.

Finally, with some soul-stirring sound, the layer of glass separating her from the world was completely shattered.

In this black and white world, only the man in front of him exudes color.

She only felt as if her soul had fallen into the abyss. Before the endless coldness and darkness came, she stared with greedy eyes at the only color in the world that she could feel. She smiled happily in extreme joy, and then fainted completely.

"what's the situation?"

Roland looked at the girl who suddenly fell down with some surprise. He was preparing a suitable opening remark because of her constantly changing expression, and wanted to talk about her strange physique, but she fainted.

Roland subconsciously embraced the girl's soft and light body, and only then did he realize that although she looked very slender, she was surprisingly voluptuous.

"What should I do next..."

Holding the fainted silver-haired girl in his arms, Roland, who was in distress, was just about to avoid the suspicious looks from the people around him when a steady voice called him.

"Lord Roland... why are you here? My daughter is..."

Kotomine Kirei looked at Kallen being held by Roland with a confused look on his face.

"Kirei, is this your daughter?"

Roland blinked before he matched this girl with the sharp-tongued school doctor in his impression.

"Yes, because her mother committed suicide and I was still looking for answers at the time, so I gave her to a priest I knew well to raise, and I just took her back today."

Kotomine Kirei nonchalantly recounted his past, and halfway through, he seemed to remember something.

"Speaking of which, this child's physique is a bit special. Although he hasn't developed any stigmata yet, I think he has been tortured by a spirit medium. He is very likely to attract demons and be hurt by them. Under certain circumstances, he can also expel demons. As a demon detector, it is extremely useful."

So that's how it is. Roland nodded in understanding.

After all, according to her original destiny, Kallen would become a tool of the Holy Church after her physique was fully awakened, and would not come to Fuyuki to take over her father's position until Kotomine Kirei died.

People with this physique also possess a talent equivalent to chronic demon possession, so they can accurately detect the demons around them. However, for Roland, who inherited the evil identity of mankind, this innate detection is a dead end.

However, it seemed that because he had held back, judging from Kallen's previous performance, it seemed that a negative plus a negative had a positive effect. After all, this girl's character inherited the emptiness of Kotomine Kirei. It was not clear whether the direction of this correction had shifted.

"My daughter probably fainted because of her physical condition. There's nothing we can do about it."

Seeing Roland's expression, Kotomine Kirei also understood the whole picture and shook his head casually, as if he didn't care about his daughter's safety at all.

"Well, it's not entirely a bad thing. This physique seems to have been distorted by me. Although it is a bit inappropriate, I remember the mark of the beast. I'm afraid no blind demon will dare to possess her."

"If that's the case, it couldn't be better."

Kotomine Kirei nodded slightly, and just as he was about to say something else, he stopped.

Roland also lowered his head and looked at Kallen who was in his arms. Her eyes were already hazily open, and her diffused golden pupils were staring at him closely, filled with an intoxicated emotion as if she wanted to swallow him up. The girl's demonic charm seemed to have blossomed after what had just happened.

"Hello, my name is Roland, and I'm your father's best friend. What's your name, kid?"

Holding Kallen's petite body in his arms, Roland greeted her casually, not really expecting a response. After all, aside from her empty nature and weak body, Kallen was not an easy person to get along with.

But to his surprise, although the blush on her pretty face had not yet faded, the girl's cold eyes were filled with rich emotions. She looked at Roland and repeated her name seriously.

"Karen, my name is...Karen Aldessia."

Chapter 110 Qi Ling's Slipped Fish

At the funeral of the Toosaka family, Roland stood outside the cemetery casually holding an umbrella, while Toosaka Rin, dressed in black, walked out, covering her arm.

"elder sister……"

Although it was also her father's funeral, Sakura Matou, who had simply followed Roland, did not wear formal black clothes. She was still wearing a white shirt and pleated skirt as usual, and her small feet in white socks were stepped on black round-toed leather shoes.

Looking at the sad face of Toosaka Rin, although she could not accept Toosaka Tokiomi, Matou Sakura still considerately held her umbrella and came to Toosaka Rin's side.

The funeral was drawing to a close, and although she was nominally the head of the Tousaka family, after the formal occasion was over, the people who came to pay their respects still gave the little girl some free time.

The host, Kotomine Ri, was standing solemnly in front of Tokiomi's grave, praying silently. Aoi Tokisaka, wearing black mourning clothes, looked even more dignified. She stood quietly beside the crowd, occasionally looking at Roland outside the cemetery.

"Thank you, Roland. If you hadn't comforted my mother, I'm afraid she wouldn't have the courage to attend my father's funeral. And... I will pay you back as soon as possible for the money to rebuild the Tousaka family."

Toosaka Rin hung her head. Even she couldn't smile on an occasion like today. After taking over the Toosaka family in the past few days and learning the details, she realized what a mess it was.

The mansion that served as the workshop and main residence was blown up, and there were foreign debts everywhere, and no liquid assets at all. The remaining funds were more than enough to maintain a decent life, but it was a bit stretched to rebuild the Tohsaka family or to invest in magical training.

Fortunately, the underground books, her father's seal, and the spiritual place as the administrator of Fuyuki City are still there, otherwise the Tōsaka family might really be expelled. As guardians, Kirei and Kotomine Risei want to help her, but compared with the Tōsaka family, they are not even a drop in the bucket.

In order to keep the Toosaka family going, Toosaka Rin had to ask Roland for help again. Fortunately, the other party generously lent her a large sum of money, which allowed her life to get back on track.

Although she didn't want to admit it, Toosaka Rin felt that the image of Roland in her heart was constantly rising because of his timely help in such a difficult time.

"It doesn't matter. I already owe you so much, so it doesn't matter if I borrow a little more," Roland said with a smile. "Besides, if you can't hold on any longer, I won't be able to get you back."

Look, the other party always finds such childish excuses to make himself feel better. Apart from his father, he is indeed a person worthy of reliance. No wonder he was able to help his mother get out of the shadow so quickly...

"Besides, you are Ying's sister and Aoi's daughter. This is what I should do."