My mother's love song

While defending against the heat generated by the enemy planet, Mashu was daydreaming.

The journey so far, the journey from now on.

The past when I existed, and the dream of the future when I am no longer here.

……Very good.

This should be enough, Master.

Thank you very much for your care during these days.

I always want to repay my predecessors for what they have given me, so I have endured my weakness and continued traveling until now.

Until now, I finally felt that my life has meaning.

"…But I still feel a little unwilling."

"!"

Only for a brief moment did Ritsuka see Mashu's face.

The Shield Child turned her head and met Ritsuka's gaze, who was staring at her form, and smiled energetically.

“I’m always being protected.

At least in the end, I hope I can help you once.”

The unbearable light gradually dissipated, and the heat that shattered everything gradually weakened.

After the fireworks faded, the girl's figure was nowhere to be found, but the great cross shield still stood proudly above the earth.

Sacred and awe-inspiring, its presence is so great that even the light bands of beasts cannot be compared to it.

That's right.

Even after so many battles, she still felt unsatisfied.

That was how strong her gratitude was to the person who held her hands that day.

No matter how insignificant and trivial the opportunity was.

The humanity she possesses is that she is often protected by Ritsuka, and she will stand up for him whenever she is in his presence.

look.

The girl's body evaporated because it could not withstand the heat of the light band.

But that spirit [mind] cannot be disturbed by any existence.

The Snow Shield remains intact and will always protect her owner's [mind].

…That’s why I said it. She’s not some brave warrior, nor is she the subject of the story.

Just an extremely ordinary girl.

……

……

……

"...Gu."

Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was blown away by the aftermath of the treasure, fell to the ground, her whole body seemed to be torn apart.

The three familiar crimson Command Seals on the back of her hand had disappeared, revealing the despairing fact that Mashu was already dead.

Although Mashu used her shield [Spirit] to block Goetia's third Noble Phantasm, her body was not spared and was destroyed.

Miracle did not happen

No, a miracle has happened.

The fact that the Master is still alive is the greatest miracle that Mashu has created.

Li Xiang clenched his molars tightly and stood up from the ground silently.

She moved her numb legs forward.

She raised her arms, which were emitting pain, and gripped the table tightly.

"..."

Goetia silently watched the magician dragging the girl's relics towards her.

Her eyes were bloodshot and her breathing was heavy.

Now that the only Servant has died, Fujimaru Ritsuka still plans to continue fighting Goetia.

It's ridiculous. He is obviously a human being who can't be more fragile.

The Demon King could certainly understand his reasons.

It's hatred and anger.

It is precisely because of these unnecessary emotions that human beings always repeat tragedies and are unable to overcome disasters.

That's why we want to correct this flawed species.

No, that's not right.

Ritsuka Fujimaru did not move forward because he was overwhelmed by negative emotions.

On the contrary, she chose to move forward because she was saved and inspired by Mashu.

In an instant, there was a sound of something breaking inside Goetia.

Are the humans we despise really just inferior creatures with no merits?

"…It's meaningless. It's so meaningless."

It seems to be a mockery of failed humanity, but in fact it is a hypnosis on himself whose faith has been cracked.

Gaetia said loudly: "Her resistance is meaningless.

We are immortal. As long as we are still in the Temple of Time Solomon, we, the seventy-two demon gods, will not be extinct.

Your brief existence and confrontation with the heroic spirits are all meaningless."

The beast showed his last mercy to the last human.

“Ah, I’ll allow you to punch me one last time. Because I understand how you feel.

It's a memorial for Mash Kyrielight. Just touch my body with your weak human fist and die."

Fujimaru Ritsuka did not respond, but just walked towards Gaetia with his head down, with determination in his steps.

Just at this moment, a voice came from behind.

"...No, no, no. You should calm down a little at a time like this, Ritsuka."

The voice was so familiar that Ritsuka subconsciously exclaimed before turning around to see his face.

"Hey? Doctor...?"

The girl saw that the young man in the white coat was standing at the end of the Temple of Time.

……

At the same time, in the dark corner between the thrones.

"Well... I'll leave Mashu's affairs to Miss Cursed Cat.

It’s almost time for me to prepare for action. I have to rush there while Romani is dead…”

Rhodes was about to take a step forward when his cell phone suddenly rang and vibrated in his pocket.

"Tsk... why are you calling again? It's not over yet, is it?"

Chapter 328: The Magician, the Demon, and the Magic King

This is a vast, perfectly spherical room that is very similar to the Grand Temperament Temple, and is dyed the color of the night sky.

If this room is considered a microcosm of the universe, the man sitting on the chair at the center exudes the aura of a ruler of this space.

"Well……"

He was a man with a solemn temperament, and he looked to be between fifty and sixty years old.

Although the deep wrinkles on his face make people feel the passage of time, his eyes are still full of heroism, making the old man look about ten years younger.

"This axis is wrong... Is this polarized line completely destroyed..."

When the old man's hand slid in the air, the celestial bodies reflected on the surrounding walls began to rotate.

"Oh, that's a gorgeous blow... No, it's too bad. The big spider will awaken, and it will take another hundred years to deal with it."

Then, in conjunction with these words, the pages of the book floating in front of him began to turn, and all kinds of [information] were instantly recorded in the book.

The book is about the thickness of an ordinary encyclopedia.

Nevertheless, with every swipe of a finger, thousands of new pages are born or disappear.

Reading this book every day is his daily work.

The old man's name is Kishua Zelrich Schubin-augu, commonly known as the Mage Marshal.

At the pinnacle of the magic world, a person who has reached the [Second Magic].

He is an important figure in the European magic world and one of the founders of the Clock Tower.

He is an observer who travels through countless futures and parallel worlds, all the while waiting for the [final answer].

After the old man had been doing this for a while, he muttered in boredom.

"No matter how the situation develops, the Association will not end well. That being said, there is no reason for me to intervene. Well, there is nothing I can do."

The old man, who seemed to be talking to himself, abruptly asked for the opinion of the space behind him.

"Now that I hear the phone ringing, it's about time I say something. My communication bills are not to be underestimated."

Then, space actually responded to this cry.

"Oops. Sorry, sorry."

There is a small wooden table here that is as unique as the chair, with a telephone on it.

It was an old-looking rotary dial phone, with a classic appearance that could only be seen in movies, museums, or antique shops, but there was only one thing, that was the color, which was very different from the antique black phone.

The phone is surrounded by a beautiful azure blue that is reminiscent of sapphire. At first glance, you might think it is a huge gemstone work of art.

When did the phone come into existence? It should not have been there a few minutes ago, but it seems as if it has always been there. The phone is in perfect harmony with the atmosphere in the room.

"Because we are now at the exciting stage of Goetia releasing his third treasure, so..."

A young boy's voice came from the speaker of the phone.

"So what does Lord Demon Marshal want to talk to me about? I heard you're always busy."

The old man glanced at the phone behind him while working: "...Who do you think made me so busy?"

"Hehehe, my mother has caused you trouble. So, which world have you encountered over there that have been ruined by her?"

“No comment.”

"How cold... My mother's destruction of the world had nothing to do with me. My will had no part in it at all. At most, I only provided the tools for the crime.

If providing murder weapons can be considered a crime, then knife dealers all over the world should be arrested.

Besides, the world being defeated by human evil can only be attributed to their incompetence."

Hearing the frivolous remarks on the other end of the phone, the old man frowned slightly.

"I was just kidding, don't be angry. Okay, what do you want from me?"

"I just want to confirm one last time, are you really going to stick to your approach?" the old man asked.

"Well, it's a confirmed matter. I'm going to do it. It's for this that I've been lying dormant for 100 years." said the young man.

This was probably a strange conversation that could only be understood between the two of them.

"You're not confused at all. 100 years is just a moment to you, right?"

After the old man said this, the boy paused for a moment.

"It was true before I had my narrow human perspective, but it's different now... 100 years is a very, very long time to me."