I, the Able Angel, Courier and Kamen Rider

There is no other way to reduce the laments of the world more and more exactly.

In order to save the side with even one more person, the other side with even one less person must be abandoned.

Extinguish the minority so that the majority can survive.

If you want to save everyone, you have to make some necessary sacrifices.

As early as his youth, Emiya Kiritsugu understood the cruelty of reality and understood the law of relief.

There is no god in this world.

And don't pray to God in a world without God.

The gods enshrined in the Holy Church, and the angels as their accessories, are things that only exist in mythology.

As an out-and-out magician, mage 007, who only uses magic as a tool and knowledge, Emiya Kiritsugu doesn't think it is very mysterious. For this man, magic or technology is everything. There is no essential difference in the tools used to achieve the purpose.

It doesn't matter if it is notorious, as long as it can eliminate all the misfortunes in the world, no matter what kind of despicable means, this man Emiya Kiritsugu will carry it out without hesitation.

He married into the Einzbern family, and prepared for nine years for the Holy Grail War in a few months.

Looking at the three bright red marks on the back of his hand, the man with an expressionless face and no bright eyes took out his cigarette case and lit one for himself.

"Kiritsugu, it's fine to leave this kind of thing to other people, it's obviously just a trivial matter like picking up a courier."

Standing behind Emiya Kiritsugu, the white-haired and red-eyed woman looked at her husband with a puzzled expression.

"No, there has been an accident in Tokyo Bay before. This time, even if it is close at hand, I have to personally confirm the situation of the holy relic."

Gently exhaling a puff of smoke, suppressing the anxiety in his heart, Kiritsugu shook his head.

The Holy Grail War is imminent.

This is the only and final battle to realize his long-cherished wish and ideal.

The man who pinned almost all his hopes on this ceremony will naturally try his best to avoid mistakes.

In order to achieve the justice that he believes in, his feelings and morals can be obliterated, and he only demands to be the most accurate scale.

"I'm going out for a while, and I'll be back soon."

Although the old man of the Fujimura group half concealed the specific identity of the courier, and his somewhat vague attitude confused Emiya Kiritsugu, but as an acquaintance, he knew very well that the old man who was strict with himself and had a Showa demeanor It is absolutely impossible to err on the side of things like this.

"Penguin Logistics?"

Recalling the content of the email, and the so-called Penguin Logistics motto, Emiya Kiritsugu stared at the flawless blue sky thoughtfully.

Never heard of it.

Is it the kind of organization that wanders in the gray area and specializes in escorting dangerous goods that only appeared in the recent period?

Although Kiritsugu and his wife Irisviel lived in Germany for nine years, he would still go out and walk a little during this period, not to mention that the Einzbern family was reluctant to do so under his suggestion or request. He asked Kiritsugu to find a way to construct it himself, and connected the network cables and electric wires that were completely contrary to the painting style of the castle.

In fact, when Irisviel's titular grandfather at the time—"Ahad", the eighth-generation patriarch of the Einzbern family, knew about this request, he kept his face sullen the whole time.

I don't know if it's a distaste for technology, or simply not wanting to expose my "ignorance".

After all, the speed of the Internet is indeed better than the traditional methods mastered by most modern magicians.

However, instead of speculating here, it would be better to meet the other party in person.

With this in mind, Emiya Kiritsugu who sat in the car stubbed out the cigarette in his hand.

......

What do angels usually look like?

A halo on the top of the head, wings on the back, a white and light fabric, and a gender-neutral face?

Before today, to be exact, before he pushed open the door of this bar, Kiritsugu had always thought so.

But that's just an irrelevant fairy tale.

This man who had wandered around the Middle East battlefield for several years had never seen the grace of any god. In his bottomless black eyes, soldiers with faith and soldiers without faith were just crazier That's all.

Both have only one life, and there is no substantial difference in terms of quantity.

Until he saw an "angel" dressed in modern attire, holding a large beer to compete with the boss for drinking, even Emiya Kiritsugu, who always maintained a poker face in front of outsiders, almost popped his eyes out.

—There may be something wrong with the way I opened this bar.

Emiya Kiritsugu, who deeply felt that he was under a lot of pressure recently, kept his face paralyzed, and quietly closed the door. After smoking a cigarette and calming down for a while, he was convinced that he was already awake and pushed the door open again.

At the same time, the slightly flushed Miss Nengtian just turned her head around and hiccupped at Kiritsugu who was standing at the door.

"..."

"..."

After a moment of silent staring.

Emiya Kiritsugu moved his gaze to the suitcase on the right hand side of Neng Angel with the funny penguin logo painted on it.

"Penguin Logistics?"

"From Einzbern?"

Ask knowingly.