I, Kenneth, am going to get to the root of the problem today.

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Crimson blood flowed down the shattered golden armor, which then dissipated into spiritual particles covering his upper body. He raised his arm and rubbed the hideous wound that ran across his chest, watching the blood turn into particles of light in his palm. Gilgamesh then put one hand to his forehead and let out a long, maniacal laugh.

"Hahaha, so this is what pain feels like? This stinging sensation... I remember now, so this is what it is! Not bad, Lancer, you did a great job, I'll remember you!!"

Karna still did not respond to Gilgamesh, focusing all his attention on Gilgamesh. Facing Gilgamesh, who had entered a serious state, Karna raised his vigilance to the maximum.

There were no overwhelming ripples, no dazzling golden light, but only a handful of Noble Phantasms slowly emerged from behind Gilgamesh, exuding an aura of divinity, demonic power, and curse. Although Kenneth couldn't identify what these Noble Phantasms were, he was certain that they were supreme treasures at the pinnacle of mythology and legend.

With a whoosh, golden ripples sealed Karna's body, and chains binding his divinity coiled like snakes around him as divine fire ignited around him. The clanging sound filled the air, but Karna, unperturbed by the sudden change in the situation, calmly mobilized the magical power within his body.

A vortex of flames enveloped Karna, and with a flick of his wrist, the divine spear, covered in flames, deflected the approaching Chains of Heaven. With a light touch of his toes to the ground, Karna, under the ultimate control of his power, transformed into a blur, like skimming water, to evade the Chains of Heaven's attack.

Following the gaze, Gilgamesh, whose mind was connected to the Chains of Heaven, had at least an A+ rank Noble Phantasm poised to be unleashed behind her. Her serpentine eyes locked onto Karna, who was constantly approaching in afterimages.

Facing the incoming Noble Phantasm, Karna, whose martial arts stood at the pinnacle of the era, channeled his magic into his limbs, increasing his speed to an even greater level, turning him into a blur. The Chains of Heaven that came as a surprise attack missed completely. Amidst the rising dust, the sword in the tree—Gram—passed past Karna's forehead, strands of white hair falling down. Karna's figure once again approached Gilgamesh, who stood in place.

Facing Karna, who had once again breached his defenses, Gilgamesh, now in a serious state, showed no sign of anything amiss. He drew a bright silver sword with a spiraling blade from the treasury behind him and rammed it head-on into the incoming spear.

‘Clang! ’

Although he was no match for Karna in martial arts, Gilgamesh could still manage a brief exchange with him. With his bare upper body slightly shifted back, the Undying Blade, while deflecting the Spiral Sword, barely grazed Gilgamesh's throat.

The clattering sound rang out again, followed by a silver spear shot out from Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasm. A sense of dread washed over Karna as he felt locked on. Sensing the danger, golden light gathered in Karna's eyes, and a laser-like beam shot out, knocking the approaching chains down in mid-air.

With his divine spear, Karna deflected the silver spear that had been locked onto his heart. In a flash, he left his original position before the next wave of chains could strike. Before Karna could attack again, the sense of danger of being locked onto surged forth, and the silver spear transformed into a streak of light, tearing through the air and appearing before Karna's eyes.

The clanging of chains followed one after another. Faced with the blockade, Karna flipped his spear and deflected the Chains of Heaven that appeared behind him. As if sliding, Karna's figure disappeared from the spot once again. The silver light pursued him closely. Having understood Gilgamesh's intention, Karna dispersed all the golden ripples around him before the Chains of Heaven could be extended.

Without giving the Chains of Heaven a chance to reassemble, Karna locked his gaze on the incoming spear and launched the pursuing Gungnir away. The golden gauntlets held the redirected Gungnir in his palm, and the crimson flames were filled with golden light. The mythical Meteor Spear completely lost its original charm under the fire magic released by Karna.

Just as he was catching his breath, the sound of air being torn apart rang in his ears. Several magical artifacts appeared out of thin air and sealed off Karna's escape route. The sound of chains rubbing together came from his side. Without much thought, the burst of fire shattered the incoming chains. As Karna broke free of the Chains of Heaven, he crashed head-on into the demonic sword that was filled with the aura of death.

'Sizzle—!!'

A sharp and prolonged screeching sound rang out as, under Karna's superb physical control, the oncoming demonic sword grazed Karna's golden armor and passed right past his heart amidst a shower of sparks.

An explosion rang out behind him, and the shockwave completely destroyed Kenneth's crumbling workshop. Tearing through the turbulent waves, Karna, clad in golden armor, once again appeared before Gilgamesh.

Chapter 89 The Battle Begins

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Faced with the impending divine spear, Gilgamesh, now in a serious state, rediscovered his past as a warrior. Golden light coalesced into an axe in his palm, and with a flick of his wrist, the divine spear, radiant with brilliance, clashed with Gilgamesh's axe amidst the flying sparks.

Gilgamesh lived up to his name as the Axe King of Uruk. His axe wheels flew up one after another. Even though his class was limited and his martial arts were inferior to Karna's, Gilgamesh still managed to block Karna's attacks with his warrior instincts. Facing Karna, who was relentlessly pursuing him through the Chains of Heaven, Gilgamesh could not widen the distance between himself and Karna for a while.

Turning their attention away from the fierce battle and confirming that Kiritsugu Emiya was nearby, Kenneth, who had been staying by Artoria's side, assessed the commotion caused by Karna and Gilgamesh and issued the order to Morgan, who was hiding in the shadows.

The next moment, the ground trembled, and dense spikes burst forth from the magic-enhanced floor tiles. Kenneth's already crumbling workshop collapsed with a crash as Morgan made his entrance. On the other side of the raging fire, a star-studded spell emerged from the sky. A black and blue skirt fluttered without wind, and under the bright full moon, dense magic bullets obscured half the sky. Morgan's gaze locked onto Artoria below like a sharp sword.

With a single sword stroke, Artoria severed the spikes emerging from beneath her feet, pulling the staggering Kenneth to his feet. Holding her sword in both hands, Artoria slashed through the air, unleashing an invisible gust of wind that blew away the magical bullets covering the sky. Just as Artoria and Morgan were staring at each other in disbelief, Kenneth, who had regained his footing, finally moved his head away from the spikes that had nearly pierced him, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Good heavens, really good heavens! If Kenneth hadn't known that Morgan was in cahoots with him, he would have really thought that Morgan wanted to kill him. Kenneth had to give this performance a five-star rating. Under Morgan's exquisite control, in the warehouse behind Kenneth, inside the collapsed brick wall, a figure as delicate as a doll was bound to the altar by chains made of mercury.

At this moment, apart from Gilgamesh, who was already engrossed in the battle, all eyes that were secretly watching the battlefield were focused on the small Holy Grail that was not yet full. Because of Artoria standing in front of the warehouse, the mantises lurking in the shadows also temporarily suppressed their restless hearts.

Realizing that the current situation was not enough to lure out the rats, Morgan, who had been preparing for a long time under Kenneth's arrangement, also went all out. With a wave of his black wand, the sky seemed to fall at that moment, giving Artoria no time to catch her breath. An obscure aura flowed, and two doors slowly rose. In an instant, the wild hunt from the fairy realm and the ghosts that hated the living filled the dilapidated street.

Seemingly not satisfied, Morgan raised her staff, the towering flames were covered by a flickering eerie light, and the ground began to tremble. Although she was stepping on empty air, Morgan somehow managed to make rhythmic footsteps. Her fingertips traced across the cold throne, and Morgan, her face veiled, leaned lazily against the chilling throne.

"My family, advance!"

Under the alluring voice, the roaring undead and wild hunters no longer suppressed their howls. Stepping on the ruins, the summoned creatures that engulfed the ruins swarmed towards Artoria, who was guarding Kenneth. Kenneth glanced at Morgan, who was completely immersed in the role, and he was not idle either. Although the Moon Spirit Essence was damaged, Kenneth's rank was not obtained through his family.

With a gun in his left hand, Kenneth even made the most basic magic bullets look amazing. Even though Kenneth's magic attributes are only wind and water, it doesn't mean he can't use other attributes. He fired magic bullets from the five elements one after another, and with a wave of his right arm, the flowing wind and water under Kenneth's control blew the Wild Hunt that rushed in front of him into the air.

"Sister... Morgan!! It really was you? Whatever your purpose, in the name of a knight, I will absolutely stop your conspiracy!!"

Before Artoria's sister could even speak, Morgan's glance made Artoria's ahoge (cowlick) stand up. Forcing herself to suppress the Command Spell's command, Artoria gritted her teeth and cooperated with Morgan's performance.

"My foolish sister, have you finally mustered the courage to stand before me? Your defiant look is the best medicine for me. Come, let me see!! Can you still raise the sword in your hand!"

......

Kenneth was shocked to see the two sisters turning into a brawl after just a few words. What had Artoria gone through with Morgan to be trained like this? Putting aside the sister who almost blurted out "older sister," even the upright and incorruptible ahoge was lying through her teeth, claiming to be a knight. Even being photographed naked wouldn't be this outrageous. Was it a computer accessory? Or mind manipulation?

And besides, you guys aren't acting, are you? Artoria, you clearly look like you really want to stab Morgan. And you, Morgan, if you're going to hit someone, just hit them. What are you doing touching them like that? This is a fight, be serious!

Fortunately, even though Morgan kept making small moves, he was really ruthless when he attacked. Kenneth strongly suspected that the two of them were doing it on purpose. Artoria really wanted to fight, and Morgan also wanted to let Artoria vent her resentment through this fight.

The entire Jin-Sui region was in complete chaos. On the surface, Kenneth appeared nonchalant, hands in his pockets, seemingly unaware of his opponent, but in reality, he was panicking. Through his subordinates' reports, Kenneth had learned that a righteous ally was aiming his 7.62-caliber weapon at him.

With no cover around, the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid damaged, and the earring Karna had given to Kenneth, who then handed it over to his main body, Morgan and Artoria were locked in a fierce battle. Kenneth had staked everything on his body armor. If it weren't for Kenneth's overly rigid reputation, he would have definitely put on a level 3 helmet as well. Who knows if Kiritsugu Emiya would abide by the Mozambique shooting law? If he didn't follow the rules of martial ethics, Kenneth would really be thanking them for that.

Magic bullets and sword light danced in front of him, while smoke and fire surged behind him. Heat waves followed the shockwaves, and the intense push almost knocked Kenneth to the ground. The rising fireball tore through the sky and shot into the clouds, and the sharp roar shattered all the glass within a radius of several kilometers. Just kidding, the Holy Grail War is going to be carried out in the dark.jpg

"Archer, the time has come. Let's move."

With a command from Kiritsugu Emiya, Red A's figure dissipated into spirit particles on the rooftop. He tucked the Origin Bullet he was holding into the chamber, closed his eyes, felt the flowing wind, and, relying on the memory etched into his muscles, adjusted the rifle in his hand.

His breathing gradually slowed, and Kiritsugu Emiya focused all his attention on the man with his hands behind his back in the scope.

“Archer, I am in position and ready to proceed.”

Following Kiritsugu Emiya's instructions, Archer, who had been gradually approaching the battlefield by leveraging his spiritual form, suppressed his aura and slowly moved toward the collapsing wall. In a corner unnoticed by everyone, Cursed Bowl, who was already proficient in stealth and benefited from the Assassin class advantage, quietly waited for the opportunity to arrive.

Chapter Ninety Sniper

With his hands behind his back, Kenneth exuded confidence. With women fighting in front of him and muscular men standing and masturbating behind him, the atmosphere was so well-done that Kenneth was momentarily tempted to rush in and start a fight.

Then, a beam of light streaked across the sky, and beneath the exploding fireball, the night sky seemed to be sliced ​​in two at that moment. Immediately afterwards, the aura of death spread, and the army of undead knights, under Morgan's command, charged like a tidal wave. Artoria's holy sword also broke free from the wind's cover, and blue magic spewed out, instantly vaporizing the army in front of her.

For a moment, all sorts of light pollution overwhelmed Kenneth's thoughts, and the sounds of explosions and roars made Kenneth's head rumble. After comparing himself with these Servants, Kenneth sincerely dismissed his immature idea.

Well, with the three gods leading one useless one, I am the useless one. Having found my place, Kenneth also focused his attention on the warehouse where Irisviel was. Based on Kenneth's understanding of Kiritsugu Emiya, Kenneth felt that Kiritsugu Emiya would definitely fire his gun and disrupt the situation the moment Archer took action, and whether he could avoid the dango rice depended on when Archer would act.

As time passed, the battle intensified. Just when Kenneth's nerves were stretched to the limit, the barrier set up on the altar was triggered. Without the blessing of faith, Kenneth, facing bullets that traveled at supersonic speeds and with no cover, was ready to abandon this body.

However, the expected sniper attack did not come from the front. After a slight pause, a gunshot rang out from behind. The next second, the barrier formed by magic was torn apart, and Kenneth's body fell heavily to the ground as if hit by a heavy hammer.

"I see, so that's how it is. I really underestimated you, Emiya Kiritsugu!!"

Plans cannot remain unchanged. Faced with an unexpected situation, Kenneth did not hesitate for long. Knowing the pros and cons, he deliberately disrupted the flow of magic within his body, revealing a pained expression. The next second, through the connection of Command Seals, Kenneth immediately informed Karna and Morgan that he was alright and asked them to improvise based on the current situation.

After a brief moment of thought, Kenneth understood Emiya Kiritsugu's methods. Reality is not a game, life has no script, and people change according to their environment and reality, especially when the opponent is Emiya Kiritsugu, the Magician Killer.

As someone who had been schemed against by Kenneth, Emiya Kiritsugu had already severed ties with those foolish and arrogant magicians in his eyes. Now that he had figured out that this was Kenneth's open conspiracy, Emiya Kiritsugu, who had been entrapped by Kenneth, would naturally try to figure out Kenneth's possible thoughts.

Last time, Kenneth used himself as bait, so why can't Kiritsugu Emiya use himself as bait this time? Kiritsugu Emiya felt that as a magician, Kenneth would definitely have eyes around him, and his actions would also be seen by the other party. After tonight, Archer would definitely be exposed. Since that's the case, why not maximize the benefits of Archer's exposure? The magic power of Noble Phantasms can be sensed by Servants, but bullets, as firearms, cannot.

Having achieved his objective, Kiritsugu Emiya dropped his sniper rifle and fled the battlefield the moment Kenneth was shot. Seeing that Kenneth was still alive, Archer picked up Irisviel and activated Jun, projecting a Noble Phantasm and throwing it at the convulsing Kenneth.

Sensing Red Archer's lack of martial ethics, just as Kenneth was considering whether to rise from the dead, Karna, who was improvising at Kenneth's request, stood in front of Kenneth at the same time as the illusionary collapse was activated.

Amidst the sudden burst of flames, Karna, radiating golden light, picked up the convulsing Kenneth and returned him to Artoria's side. After casually sensing the chaotic magical power within Kenneth's body, he curled his lip and, not wanting to waste any more time on such an insignificant being, sheathed his axe and leaped onto the suspended Vimana.

"Although you're a jack-of-all-trades, Lancer, you're someone I'm worthy of drawing my sword against. Before I take your head, don't let those unsavory insects take your place!!"

With his proud and aloof nature, and thanks to Kenneth's A+ level acting skills, Gilgamesh, who had already accepted Karna, expressed his reluctance to take advantage of the situation, albeit with a mix of lip service and genuine resentment.

Immediately afterwards, Gilgamesh's handsome face was replaced by anger. His planned spoils and interest were ruined by the insects. Gilgamesh, representing the brats, roared and rode Vimana at top speed to chase after the fleeing Red A. As for Morgan, after Kenneth asked him to perform an impromptu show, Morgan turned around and chased after Kaijun's Red A.

At the end of the street, Cursed Bowl, who had been secretly observing, reported the situation to Zouken Matou, who was far away at the base. After receiving the new orders, Cursed Bowl, who had fallen far behind, immediately chased after the direction where Archer had left.

"As expected, my rigid image and the overly smooth situation made me complacent. Kiritsugu Emiya, Kiritsugu Emiya, I really have to thank you for waking me up."

The magic was still in a chaotic state. Kenneth's body convulsed uncontrollably as veins bulged, signaling Karna not to relax for the time being. Kenneth kept the magic surging in a state of disarray, pretending to be about to die.

"Morgan, did you lure out the rats?"

"Including the newly appeared Assassin, whose magical reactions are being recorded."

On the surface, he was pursuing Gilgamesh, but in reality, Morgan was multitasking to cooperate with Kenneth's performance. While keeping an eye on Gilgamesh, he subtly extended his magical perception to the fleeing Archer and the Cursed Arm hidden in the shadows.

Although the plan went awry and resulted in a setback, Kenneth could still accept the outcome. Adhering to the principle of going all the way, he had Artoria find a wheelchair from a nearby house. With Karna's help, Kenneth shakily sat down, and history briefly returned to normal at that moment. Kenneth, propelled by Karna, was also jolted away from the ruins.

It was at this moment that Webber, who arrived late in an oxcart, was stunned when he saw Kenneth's miserable state. As a magician with theoretical abilities that were off the charts, Webber immediately analyzed Kenneth's current situation, which was a state of magical rampage. Even though he still questioned the theory of bloodlines, Webber couldn't understand how Kenneth, a top magician, could fall into such a state.

“Mr. Kenneth, over here…”

"Weber, this is war. Anything can happen in war. I don't need your pity. Come find me again when you get back to the Clock Tower!"

Adhering to Director Ken's usual demeanor, Kenneth put on a grumpy face while performing diligently. Regarding Webber's PUA work, Kenneth said that he couldn't deviate from his persona and should just maintain his usual contempt. He didn't need to be gentle. As long as he wore this sullen face, Webber, who knew the truth, would keep filling in the blanks in his mind, and his guilt would accumulate more and more. This way, the tool he cultivated would be a durable tool.

With a cold snort, Kenneth gestured to Karna behind him, and, still looking down on Waver, disappeared from the scene with a serious expression and a look of utter disdain for the King of Conquerors.

Watching Kenneth leave, Webber, whose body subconsciously accepted Kenneth's contempt, clenched his fists and stared intently at Iskandar behind him.

"Rider, a teacher is meant to be surpassed by his students. Since someone has defeated my teacher, I must defeat that person to prove my strength!!"

With a hearty laugh, Iskandar, having already seen through Waver's intentions, grabbed the arrogant Waver and put him on his Noble Phantasm, then followed the lingering aura of the Servant northwards.

Chapter Ninety-One: The Completely Mad Assassin

With the battle over and the barrier gone, the towering flames attracted the attention of nearby residents. However, none of this mattered to Kenneth. The crowd rushing towards the inferno automatically made way for Kenneth, who was passing by in a wheelchair. After this battle, Kenneth successfully diverted all attention from him. Covered with a blanket that Karna had somehow gotten his hands on, Kenneth propped his head up and began to review the chaotic battle.

The Holy Grail War is now in its final countdown. After a series of efforts by Kenneth, the number of remaining Servants is 7. Maintaining his stern expression, Kenneth silently contacted Morgan in his heart.

"How's it going?"

"The scavenger escaped as expected. I've already intercepted Assassin's magic. That golden guy is throwing a tantrum in the mountains..."

After organizing the information in his mind, Kenneth, in his wheelchair, made his way through a maze of twists and turns before entering an abandoned billiard hall in an alley. Once he was sure there were no tails around, Kenneth lifted the blanket and jumped out of his wheelchair.

"Luckily I had a bulletproof vest, otherwise I would have come in full of energy but left with a white cloth covering my head."

Kenneth pulled down the deformed bullet and examined it in his palm. This weapon, powerful enough to wipe out an entire family, was so easily destroyed. Without Kenneth saying a word, Karna swiftly shredded the bullet on the table into pieces. Picking up a brush, Kenneth carefully searched through the broken bullet fragments for what he wanted.

"Severance and union, Kiritsugu Emiya, will you be severed from your own origin?"

The specially treated fluorescent white powder was peeled off by Kenneth's meticulous operation. He took out a test tube from his coat and patiently put away this bone powder, which could be called the magician's nemesis.

After retrieving the mercury collected from the ruins, Kenneth took a short break and began the repair work. According to Kenneth and Morgan's plan, they would split into two groups: Morgan and Saber would be responsible for dealing with the cursed arm hidden in Fuyuki City, while Kenneth would take care of Kiritsugu Emiya while Gilgamesh was dealing with Iskandar.

As for Waver's safety, Kenneth, who considered himself a good teacher, felt that even if he sent it, the other party wouldn't send it. At the same time, Emiya Kiritsugu, who had shaken off Gilgamesh and regained the Lesser Grail, quietly looked at Irisviel, who could be physiologically diagnosed as being in a vegetative state.

"Has it completely lost its soul?"

Faced with the loss of his loved ones, the man named Kiritsugu Emiya once again strengthened his inner conviction: to eradicate evil, save humanity, and make this war the last bloodshed for mankind.

"Archer, are you sure you hit the target?"

Nodding silently, Red A could only remain silent in the face of his paranoid adoptive father. The firelight flared up, and smoke swirled around. Under the influence of nicotine, Kiritsugu Emiya's tense nerves were somewhat relieved.

"I see. No wonder he's a magician who's been passed down for nine generations. How could he survive being hit by the Origin Bullet?"

After weighing the pros and cons, he stubbed out his cigarette. The overwhelming power of Gilgamesh and Karna filled his mind. Looking at the small Holy Grail before him, the unease he had suppressed surged out even more fiercely.

"Monsters! Can I really obtain the Holy Grail against those monsters? Absolutely not! Absolutely not! The future of the world cannot be entrusted to those maggots!"

Under the pressure of the two Gold Saints, facing that despairing oppression, Kiritsugu Emiya's already fragile nerves completely broke down at this moment, and the man who had placed all his hopes on the Holy Grail revealed a look of madness on his face.

"Archer, even if that monarch survives, his magic circuits will be shattered. We need to move!"

Faced with Kiritsugu Emiya's insane plan, Archer, who had been keeping his head down, stared wide-eyed at the man who was now obsessed with the Holy Grail. At this moment, the obsession with the Holy Grail destroyed Kiritsugu Emiya's rationality, and the ideal of saving humanity became the only hope for this man to live.

“Compared to other combinations, that monarch’s body can no longer conduct magic. As long as you can create an opportunity for me, I am confident that I can take him down!”

His expressionless face was filled with madness. Kiritsugu Emiya, who had fallen into obsession, had chosen to gamble everything. His lips moved as he looked at the man whose face was completely distorted. Even Archer, who always chose to play it safe, did not know how to persuade him.

"Archer, this is my only chance. You've witnessed the King of Heroes' power. Only Lancer can rival him. Only by seizing control of Lancer and Saber can I win this war. Humanity has shed enough blood. The Holy Grail! The Holy Grail!! I will create a world without war! Humanity's future cannot be entrusted to those corrupt bastards!!"

Slamming his body heavily against the wall behind him, Archer closed his eyes. He wanted to refute Kiritsugu Emiya's plan, but Archer knew that this was reality, and it absolutely had to be eliminated. The man before him also had to witness the truth of the Holy Grail with his own eyes in the end. With a sigh, Archer silently agreed to what could only be described as a crazy plan.

Red Archer's tacit approval ignited the obsession in Kiritsugu Emiya's heart, causing him to completely abandon all human emotions. Now, Kiritsugu Emiya transformed himself into a cold machine, raising the knife once again to kill his loved ones, blood splattering as he held up the still-forming Holy Grail. The man named Kiritsugu Emiya let out a desolate, maniacal laugh, shedding the last tears that represented his humanity.

The stench of blood filled his nostrils. Amidst Kiritsugu Emiya's complex wailing that was a mixture of crying and laughing, Archer clenched his fist until it turned white. His blood-soaked hand held up the Holy Grail, which was not yet full. Kiritsugu Emiya, who had abandoned everything, placed the bloody object in his hand into his briefcase like a devout believer.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and Kiritsugu Emiya looked at Archer, whose bloodshot eyes were fixed on Archer walking out of the cabin. In Archer's arms, crimson blood was dripping from the arm beneath the blood-stained white dress.

“I’ll go and bury her; it’s not right to leave her here.”

Without glancing at the vacant eyes of Kiritsugu Emiya, Archer, with his foster mother whom he had never met, and who was ultimately not Kiritsugu Emiya, left the base with a cold expression. After a long while, Archer, having buried Irisviel, walked back to the cabin with a heavy heart. Looking at Kiritsugu Emiya, who was still staring blankly at the briefcase, Archer used his usual coldness to cover up his inner anger.

"Whenever we make our move, El-Melloi won't let his health deteriorate any further."

Completely ignoring the chilling aura emanating from Archer, Emiya Kiritsugu closed his suitcase, tossed his lighter toward the pile of firewood in the corner, and, with his blood-stained suitcase, became a puppet of his ideals, walked straight past Archer.

"Tonight, sacrifice is necessary. For the redemption of all mankind, I will bear all the sins!"

"I have no idea where El-Melloi is tonight?"

As the flames gradually ignited, Kiritsugu Emiya stepped out of the wooden house, crossed the grave without a second thought, and embarked on the road to Fuyuki City.

"It doesn't matter. In modern society, no one can go unnoticed. Street surveillance, surrounding residents, threats, killings—anything goes. As long as we can find that monarch's trail, any sacrifice is acceptable in order to save this world!"

He elevated himself to the position of savior, and in Kiritsugu Emiya's eyes, beings called humans were nothing more than cold numbers.

Chapter Ninety-Two: Drown!