Tribute to the Demon King

It was as if an invisible and colorless giant wave had slapped, crushing the whole world into countless color blocks, and then reorganized——

When the surrounding scenery stabilized again, Zhou Yi found that the thick fog had dispersed, and the cold moonlight shone down.

I am standing in the forest, not far away is a small wooden house.

Hearing vaguely a voice of conversation not far ahead, Zhou Yi walked forward unconsciously.

"...Kiritsugu, let's talk about these things later, the most urgent thing is to escape quickly. Soon those guys from the association will see through the barrier in this dense forest, we must hurry up and escape."

A bearded middle-aged man with glasses and a stubble was walking towards the entrance with a suitcase. Zhou Yi subconsciously avoided it, and then realized that the other party couldn't see him.

"...Are you going to run away? Go now?"

Behind the man, a little boy with black hair turned his head little by little and asked softly in a childish voice.

There was no trace of childlike innocence in his eyes.It was as if a soul in his 30s was reborn in him.

If you were to do it all over again, would you choose something like this?

Everyone has such fantasies in their hearts.

Will you regret it?Or will it handle it better?If you don't really face these things, everything will be unknown.

"Well, let's go now. Fortunately, I have long expected such a day, so I prepared a motorboat on the south coast in advance. This is called being prepared--"

The middle-aged man turned his back to the young man unsuspectingly, muttering something in his mouth.It seemed that he was already ready to leave, and his luggage had already been packed.The reason why it has been delayed until now—maybe it is waiting for the return of my child.

"This is... how many times?"

With trembling hands, the young man murmured, and silently took out a pistol from his bulging trousers pocket, pointed the muzzle at the middle-aged man, and lightly pulled the trigger.

An unexpected, crisp sound sounded.The father, who was hit by a bullet in the back of the neck, fell forward all of a sudden.

Then Kiritsugu walked forward, and continued to shoot two more shots at the back of his head.Then he stopped and continued to shoot two shots in the back.

He stared blankly at the wooden floor gradually being stained red with blood.There is no luster in the eyes.

——The next moment, the world was shattered again.Zhou Yi felt a cool breeze in a trance, looked up, and saw the cold moonlight shining down.

The sound of conversation came from the small house not far ahead.

Author's message:

Chapter 1 is updated!I pray that adults are super strong! (chest out)

By the way, the fgo ten selections on the B station channel have just started... What did you choose? Although Uncle B is the best choice in theory, I still resolutely chose the cake!

Because the cake is super cute! (chest out)

Chapter 36 Kiritsugu Never Cries

There is no doubt that my father loves me and is full of expectations for me.I also love my father deeply and take pride in my father.

Bit by bit of living with his father in the past ten years, the gentle feelings hidden deep under his father's resolute appearance - Kiritsugu has not forgotten all of them.

But likewise, he did not forget the village that was burned to ashes because of his father's research, and Xia Li's miserable expression.

Panting like a wild beast, the scene of frantically gnawing on Xia Li's own wrist, that white wax-like lifeless skin, and the protruding blue-black veins - that was a nightmare that Kiritsugu would never forget in his life.

The most important thing... is because that tragedy was entirely caused by Kiritsugu himself.

Before the Death Apostle's infection spread, Charlie begged herself to kill her, and she escaped at that point.

Just because he escaped at that time, more people died one after another.If only he had listened to Xia Li's plea and had the courage to kill her with the silver dagger.In that case, even if I become a body without a soul from now on, even if I can no longer sleep peacefully at night... At least, so many people will not lose their lives.

——It's all my own fault.The source of all mistakes is yourself.

If we want to make up for this mistake... we can only prevent such a tragedy from happening again.

And there's only one way to do it—

"...Kiritsugu, let's talk about these things later, the most urgent thing is to escape quickly. Soon those guys from the association will see through the barrier in this dense forest, we must hurry up and escape."

Kiritsugu opened his eyes, looking at his father's frowning gaze.For a moment, Kiritsugu was in a trance, his eyes almost dead silent.

Can't remember how many times.It's just an illusion anyway.

"...It's just an illusion."

Kiritsugu muttered repeatedly as if in self-hypnosis, facing his father's back and drew out his pistol again.

This recurring illusion has been repeated hundreds of times, it is like mental torture.He had the memory before he fell into hallucinations from the very beginning, so he knew very well that the enemy's intention was nothing more than to shake his spirit and defeat his will.

The reason why the illusion keeps repeating and reincarnating must be because I am on the right strategy.

Next, it is the confrontation between perseverance and magic.As long as he keeps restarting the illusion, sooner or later the magic power in this magic will be exhausted.

And for Kiritsugu, this was not a very difficult matter.After all, Kiritsugu could no longer turn back.

Even if there is only the slightest bit of hesitation and hesitation, then all the price paid so far, all the sacrifices, will become worthless.No one is an exception, there is only one "bar" to measure life - it is precisely because of this idea that Kiritsugu is not broken today.

He spoke again, and asked his father's back: "...Are you going to run away? Now?"

"Well, let's go now. Fortunately, I have long expected such a day, so I prepared a motorboat on the south coast in advance. This is called being prepared--"

The middle-aged man turned his back to Kiritsugu defenselessly, muttering something in his mouth.

It would be fine if he just continued to pull the trigger, but Kiritsugu's fingers suddenly couldn't use any force for a moment, obviously he had exhausted all his strength, but he still couldn't pull the trigger.