Across the heavens, I am the Avatar Sword Master

Kotomine Kirei quickly rushed back to the church from Mount Enzo.

Along the way, an ominous feeling kept hanging over my heart.

As soon as he stepped into the chapel, Kotomine Kirei felt a breath of death.

The smell of blood in the church made his ominous premonition come true.

Someone must have committed an unforgivable evil in the Temple of God.

Although he did not sense any dangerous aura, Kotomine Kirei still walked forward cautiously.

When I walked through the seats for believers and came to the altar, I found a figure lying next to it.

"Father--"

The cry that came out of his mouth was weak and powerless.

Kirei carefully inspected his father's body in a state of complete mental numbness.

My father's right hand has completely disappeared, and the Command Seals that were once managed by my father have naturally disappeared as well.

That is the legacy of the Masters in previous Holy Grail Wars that they had not yet used, and it is the Command Seals recovered from past Holy Grail Wars.

But it stands to reason that even a magus cannot take away all the Command Seals that the dead old priest possessed.

The Command Seals that are kept by a supervisor are protected by the Holy Word.

Without the person's permission, it is impossible to snatch it through magic.

Even if the criminals took away my father's arm, they should still not be able to use these Command Spells.

"—!"

Just as Kotomine Kirei was thinking, a drop of warm liquid fell on his father's pale face.

Kotomine Kirei raised his hand in astonishment and touched his cheek, only to find that it was already wet.

Tears flowed uncontrollably and his heart was in unprecedented turmoil.

A voice sounded in his mind, urging him to face it all.

Kotomine Kirei closed his eyes, feeling the complex emotions surging in his heart.

Is it sadness? Is it anger? Or... a hint of indescribable joy?

The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and then he was frightened by his own inappropriate expression.

"Allah... the living, wants people to do good deeds in the world and receive the true happiness prepared by Allah. I am now for the souls of the deceased in Purgatory, who know Allah and believe in the Holy Religion in the world. I ask Allah to have mercy and forgiveness, save them from suffering, and order the angels to celebrate their release."

The familiar prayer unconsciously flowed out of my mouth, like the last stubbornness of my soul.

Kirei recited each word mechanically, trying to use his status as a clergyman to restrain his shaky heart.

"Allow me to repent of my past sins in this life and not commit them again, so that I can escape the eternal suffering in the afterlife and see the face of God with all believers. Amen."

The sound became softer and softer, and finally turned into a sigh and dissipated into the air.

Kirei drew a cross on his chest, trying to seal away those inappropriate feelings.

He looked down at his father's peaceful face, but his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

The death of his father, Risei, forced him to face his own true nature once again.

----

"In the world of magic, one's origin largely determines the quality of each person."

"This is because the secrets of magic cannot be mastered in one generation. Parents will pass on the fruits of their lifelong training to their children, so the more generations of magic a family has, the more authoritative it is."

"Why should I start with something so elementary?"

"Because a few days ago a student submitted a paper to me..."

In the dream, I was standing in El-Melloi's classroom and talking with my students.

But such an unreal yet familiar scene made Kenneth unwilling to wake up.

When did you prefer to immerse yourself in the false dreams of the past rather than face reality?

A tear ran down his face.

But dreams must eventually end...

Kenneth slumped in his wheelchair, the cold metal stinging his skin through his clothes.

The abandoned factory was filled with the smell of rust and mildew, and the pungent smell penetrated his nostrils.

The sound of metal colliding came from a distance, crisp and sharp, interrupting his thoughts.

The magic circuits throughout his body seemed to be burned by fire, and his internal organs seemed to be cut by a sharp blade. Every muscle and nerve was screaming in pain.

Although Sora's magic saved his life, his body was broken and he could not move freely.

What's worse, the damage to his magic circuits made him lose the ability to perform magic, which is tantamount to a death sentence for a magician.

Kenneth gripped the armrests of his wheelchair tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, his heart filled with resentment towards his fate.

He was once a monarch with a promising future, but now he has become a useless person who needs to be taken care of by others.

The Holy Grail became his only hope, and only by obtaining the Holy Grail could his injuries be healed.

But can the Holy Grail really be obtained so easily?

He himself has already failed, how long can Sora hold on?

Even if he transferred the Master's responsibilities to Sora, he still couldn't feel at ease.

The magical "tear mole" made him unable to sleep or eat.

He didn't trust Lancer, the Servant with a criminal record.

The irony is that he now has to rely on Lancer's power to get the Holy Grail.

Just as Kenneth was lost in his memories, a golden light cut through the air and cut through the wall of the warehouse.

The wall collapsed with a loud bang, and the dust raised made him cough uncontrollably.

A golden figure walked out of the smoke and stood in front of Kenneth.

"Archer?" Kenneth muttered, his voice trembling with surprise.

Why is Archer here?

Why didn't Lancer come out to protect him?

Did Lancer finally betray him?

"Heh, I thought there would be something interesting hidden here, but I didn't expect it to be just a crippled rat." Archer sneered.

He scanned the surroundings with his scarlet eyes, and after confirming that there was no one else, he turned and was about to leave.

"Archer! I'm asking you, where is Lancer?" Kayneth asked anxiously.

Archer stopped and answered without turning his head: "Lancer? Of course I killed him. Although Lancer's martial arts can be said to be impeccable, he is still no match for my 'King's Treasure'. However, if Lancer had come here as a 'Sword' instead of a 'Spear', even I would have had a headache for a while."

"Then Sora... Have you seen Sora?" Kenneth's voice had a glimmer of hope.

Archer was silent for a moment: "Who... is Sora?"

These simple words ignited hope in Kenneth's heart.

As long as Sora is alive, everything can turn around.

However, Archer's next words were like a bucket of ice water that extinguished the weak flame.

"If you mean a red-haired woman, then she died. She came out of nowhere and blocked Lancer's way without knowing her own strength during the first volley of my Noble Phantasm. Her death was meaningless."

Upon hearing that his lover had died, Kenneth collapsed in his wheelchair, his eyes unfocused.

It wasn't until Archer turned and left again that he came to his senses.

"Unforgivable... I can never forgive you, Archer... I curse you... I curse you... Aaaaa!!!" Kenneth roared.

A golden treasure cut through the air and pierced directly through Kenneth's head.

Blood gushed out, staining his clothes red.

Kenneth's body slowly fell down, and there was no sound anymore.

"No matter how magnanimous this king is, I cannot forgive the slanderous words of the villain behind your back."

Archer said coldly.