"Have everything he wants, but despise everything he wants."

...Tosaka Tokio...

"It's all your fault!"

The gray-haired man covered his heart, and the heart-wrenching pain eroded his life that had been exhausted.

Hiding his ugly face in the shadow of the hat behind his clothes, enduring the pain of tearing his internal organs, and being parasitized by the engraved insects, is it probably no longer a human being?

Since he embarked on the path of magic, he has given up his identity as a "human". He founded the master of the Matsuki family, one of the three families, and the magician Matsuki Yanye who became a monk halfway through is here.

Like a poor beggar, crawling on the wet and dry grass, only the burnt and charred hair showed traces of fighting with Tosaka Toshiko.

Life is passing on. From the beginning of his defeat, berserker has forced the transfer with a spell, and has preserved the power of the hero without any danger. It seems that he still has a chance to turn the tables, but he is burned to the fire. The body of Matsuchi Yanye is in a half-dead state.

The night is cold.

Even the street lights.

【I want to sleep very much…】

Sleepiness hit my half-closed eyelids.

Body temperature is gradually cooling and loss

【That is…】

The shriveled smelly old man appeared silently like a maggot.

Turn off the exhausted switch,

Kazuhito Yan fell asleep at night...

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Matong Yanye fell into a dark dream.

Nothing can be seen.

Nothing can be heard.

Only the skin can feel the stunningly dense pressure of darkness.

Where is this - it seems that this is inside someone's body.

So, Yan Ye asked the darkness—“Who are you.”

As if with suffocating pressure, the darkness roared in a low voice. It was like a roar of roaring like a strong wind, like the sky collapsed and the earth broke.

I'm-

A estranged person—

The person who is ridiculed-

The person who is despised-

The thick black shadows surging in the darkness are like a human figure ready to move.

Armor and helmet immersed in the dark.

Bright eyes that are more terrifying than darkness.

berserker—The manifestation of the curse of Matsuchi Yanye, no, is the service called by his anger from the end of time and space.

Don't praise my name—

Don't envy me—

I am the shadow under the glory of heroic spirit—

Born from the dazzling legendary darkness—

Like the miasma rising from the ground, resentful sighs surrounded Yan Ye from all directions.

Yan Ye became uneasy. He was about to turn his eyes when the cold touch of the steel guard gradually approached and grabbed Yan Ye's clothes hard.

Yan Ye's thin body was raised into the air, and berserker's eyes were fixed in front of him where he had to look at the crazy gaze.

so--

I hate-

I resent—

The people who use the sighs that precipitate in the darkness as food and curse the glorious people-

...

Yan Ye resisted the handguard that ruthlessly locked his throat and moaned in pain. Another blurred and confused scene appeared in his eyes.

A young warrior shining with a brilliant light, and a radiant young warrior holding the hilt in his hand.

Yan Ye is no stranger to this person.

That is the servant-saber of Einzberen...

This is my shame—

Because of her immortal glory, I will be deprecated forever-

The Black Knight's helmet was cracked.

The exposed face was covered in darkness, but the torch-like eyes and teeth trembling due to hunger were clearly visible.

You are, the sacrifice—

He declared coldly, and without saying a word, he held Yan Ye in his arms, and his sharp teeth shining with cold light pierced into his carotid artery.

Yan Ye screamed in pain.

But the scream failed to impress the other party. The violent black knight sucked the blood foam that overflowed from Yan Ye's throat and swallowed heavily.

OK, give me more-

Your flesh and blood, your life—

Let them inspire my hatred-!!

don't want……

stop……

Save me!

Yan Ye asked for forgiveness in all the language he could think of, hoping that someone would lend a helping hand, but in this darkness, he could not be saved.

There was a blood red flash in front of me from time to time, and the consciousness that was disturbed by pain and fear gradually became blurred.

But he still squeezed out the only remaining strength in the end and shouted again with the greatest voice.

At the darkest and most painful time,

In the deepest part of the Black Knight's mind,

——The dark brown man holding a blonde woman,

And that woman was in her arms, a baby...

A family of three's happiness,

Being torn apart alive!

The sound of a boy crying in the forest,

It seems to be from Avici Hell...

Not far away is a huge and magnificent city.

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"You're really embarrassed... Yan Ye!"

The old magician called out a familiar name in a rough voice. His face was a completely different smile from the loser's self, and even bursts of pleasant laughter, just like a sarcastic miserable man, Matsuchi Yanye.

He slowly approached Yanye with a cane, and the insects avoided this aging and short figure. They were not others, but the object of Yanye hated, the Dirty Inkstone of the Matsuki.

"After suffering such severe injuries, it's a blessing for you to survive tenaciously. It's worthy of being the blood of my Matsuki family..."

The old magician used a crutch to lift Yan Ye's jaw and force him to raise his head. Yan Ye no longer had the strength to scold him, but he still stared at the other party with hatred and murderous intent. Just looking at the opponent was exhausted.

"I am very satisfied with your performance this time..."

【I was affirmed by this old guy!】

The internal organs were nauseous and nauseous. The originally deformed face looked even more distorted, as if I had eaten something dirty, I wanted to gaze but couldn't, and I wanted to kill the old man but I could do nothing. I really looked like a poor person, but I was the current Yamatsu Yaya.

"It seems that you, who became a monk halfway through, will not be able to win... This Holy Grail War... Even if there are nine Servants, if you make some moves on the Avengers..."

With a wicked smile, the magician named Maki Dirty Inkstone suddenly took a few steps to get a distance from him.

"Maybe it's not a bad idea to get the Dao Lock for you again. Yan Ye, now I will grant you the ace hidden for today. Come on--"

Gu, the crutch suddenly pressed against Yan Ye's throat, forcing him to open his mouth. Immediately, the crutch of the dirty inkstone moved upwards like a mouse and stabbed into Yan Ye's mouth.
To be continued...