My mother's love song

Therefore, the more magic power the Master has, the more advantages it will have.

However, Yugdomirenya changed his mind on this point.

Their idea is to transfer the consumed magic power from the Master to the androids with magic circuits, and drain the androids until they die.

Although it is a job that requires some money and time, it is very worthwhile on the other hand.

The technology stolen from the Einzbern and other alchemists was considered child's play in the eyes of the experts, but it was no problem to use it as a simple battery for consuming mana.

That's right.

To Yogdomilenia, who had staked everything on this Holy Grail War, androids like himself were nothing more than batteries.

No matter how high the fuel consumption of a Noble Phantasm is, as long as there are a large number of androids, the magic power can be replenished immediately.

Furthermore, there was no need for the Masters to consider providing mana to their Servants.

This allows them to focus all their efforts on using their magic.

This is the best environment for both Master and Servant.

Thanks to it, those of us who waste our lives are left alone.

"Oh, I can't ask anyone for help."

For him, who had been sealed into the magic power supply tank since birth, wanting to liberate others was pure wishful thinking.

There is no other way except to ignore those voices asking for help.

"So... I had to escape alone... I'm sorry."

The android recalled the conversation between the Servant standing in front of him and his young Master when he was soaked in the solvent.

"Let's try to integrate it into the magic circuit."

"Roche, let's use this later..."

The masked magician looked at him.

The moment he was pointed at, the android realized his own death.

So after the two of them left.

The android had the idea of ​​"surviving".

For the first time in my life, I moved a finger.

Originally, androids were living beings that could move from the moment they were created.

If an artificial human is created perfectly, he will not die due to his lifespan.

However, perhaps due to the distortion of their birth itself, androids usually have many physical defects.

However, I, who was produced as a battery, am born with a weak body.

Even so, he tried very hard to clench his fist and raise his arm.

Move. Move. Move.

Live. Live. Live.

The android waved his arms and banged on the reinforced glass frantically.

But he immediately realized that this was a meaningless act and gave up.

It is impossible to break this glass with the physical impact generated by oneself.

What should I do?

The android carefully reviewed the conversation he had heard before.

For a magic circuit to perform magic, it needs pseudo-nerves, which are the value of its existence.

The android thought for a moment and scanned its own magic circuits.

He absorbed the magic power in the atmosphere and provided it to the Servant so that he could manifest, and he was ready to activate the circuit.

"The rationale is to open [Strasse Gain]."

Using the language it knows, the androids let their own mysteries drive them.

Know what mineral the glass you are touching is made of.

The magic power has changed and can be destroyed with the most appropriate and minimal force.

His hands were filled with light, and with only a weak force like that of a light wooden board, he smashed the reinforced glass into pieces.

He fell to the ground.

He stood up on his fragile feet.

He took the first step on his screaming knees.

Every step made the android feel heart-wrenching pain, but the thought of escape drove him to keep going.

She moaned softly, tears streaming down her face.

After going through so much suffering, all we got was a few steps away.

A sense of futility came over me as I walked and tried to escape from this place, as if I had dedicated my entire life just for such a trivial act.

He scolded his decadent self and devoted himself to the "walking" assignment.

He heard a faint groan from the android behind him, and he tried his best to suppress the urge to turn back.

He knew what those groans meant.

Ignore it, that's all you can do.

Compared to that, now it’s all about moving forward.

He held onto the wall and walked while silently reciting mantras in his mind.

Before I knew it, I had walked from the room I had been staying in to the stone-paved corridor.

Blood kept flowing from his feet.

A small stone can easily tear the skin.

The blood was flowing. The pain was coming.

The amount of information was so different from when he was immersed in the solution that it rubbed against each other violently in his brain.

Due to the thick atmosphere, my lungs were always in a state of oppressive pain.

How far can a body that was not designed to walk walk?

The corridor feels endless, stretching out without changing.

This is undoubtedly a miracle.

Tonight, the entire army of Eugdomrenia was mobilized to fight, and no one was left in the castle.

The android escaped from the castle and fled into the forest using his baby-like legs.

Until he realized that he could no longer walk, so he fell down in the weeds.

In the distance came the roars of wild beasts and the roars of explosions. He knew that it was the noise of the Servants fighting.

He had to run farther, or he would be caught. But he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"...?"

Inadvertently, my heart was shocked.

The android discovered that there was someone other than himself around him.

When exactly did it come to me?

His mind was in a state of extreme confusion and he was so terrified that he even refused to know who was next to him.

His sight caught him.

He knew by instinct that he was being seen.

Although he thought he had to escape, he couldn't do it no matter what.

The body huddles up in fear.

The silence seemed to crush him, and his heart was pounding so hard that it was almost unbearable.

At this moment

"Are you alone? Where's Rider? Ah, no... In the Holy Grail War here, Caster was taken by me, causing Avisbronn to become a Rider class.

So, Astolfo didn't manifest or manifested in a different class? Ahhh... this is confusing."

The android raised his head reflexively and saw a man holding his chin and muttering to himself.

Despair filled his heart.

This person is not the one I met in Mirenia Castle, so is he an enemy?

"Can you speak?"

Rhodes squatted down beside the android and asked.

"Did you escape alone?"

The android hesitated, not knowing what to say in response.

What should I believe? What actions should I take? I don’t know. I don’t know anything.

The android remained silent in the end.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Rhodes scratched his cheek.

"Am I mistaken? Is this guy just a random soldier who escaped from Spartacus?"

"...?"

not understand.

The android couldn't understand what this man was talking about.

Rod asked again: "Do you have a self?"

The android stared at him blankly and still didn't answer.

"Oh, my dear, I am troubled by your stubbornness."

Rhodes said impatiently: "Listen, I made an agreement with my woman in the past that I would help the androids in trouble as much as possible, especially the androids with self.

Well, although I had no intention of saving you, I would feel bad for Irisviel if I ignored you after I saw you.

So if you have the will of your own choice, just nod your head. I can save you."

""

The android's brain has been deprived of oxygen.

Excessive physical exertion made it difficult for him to understand the other party's long sentences.

"Final question."

Rhodes' patience reached its limit.

"Do you have a wish?"

The android could understand what the man said.

He began to think.

Wishes, wishes, wishes. After all, do I have the right to turn my wishes into words?

I have no power, no property, and no history.

It was just a device to supply magic power, but I gave up even this mission.

However, as such, he still had a desire that was not commensurate with his status.

That was the desire hidden in his body, to "stay alive."

He never thought it would be possible. But it should be okay to just talk about it.

The android decided to use his vocal organs, which had hardly been used until now.

Even though it was a painful task, he still opened his mouth reluctantly.