"Have you calmed down a bit? Mr. Archibald?"

To be honest, Illya was a little distressed looking at the miserable pair of spearmen in front of her.

She had no reason to pay attention to them, they were not acquaintances, and she had no fate... except that her father was planning to kill their whole family.

However, there are some reasons why the two of them who were originally left in the wilderness as backup were brought back to have a heart-to-heart talk.

To put it simply, it was because of Xingke's obsessive-compulsive disorder, and then that wayward guy came up and found a troublesome job for the beautiful and kind-hearted Ms. Illya... quite troublesome.

"What should we do... The following conversation requires you to maintain the most basic rationality, but Mr. Archibald, you want to know the truth, but you are not like Knight Diarmait who can remain rational after knowing the truth.

I wonder if I can give up talking to you now and let you die completely?"

What Ilia said was serious. Because although Xingke mentioned it, she never told her to complete it. And even if she did, there is no reason why Ilia must complete it... In short, just treat it as a pastime and do your best.

alright.

But now it seems that the situation is not very good, because Mr. Archibald is really not very useful.

First, after his death, Illya temporarily collected his soul, and then abandoned it with the spearmen in the wilderness of the Holy Grail space. Then, just after explaining the truth about the [World Box] to him, she left him alone in the

He stayed in the wilderness for a while... now his consciousness was a little blurry, the power of his soul was dissipating, and he was about to be unable to maintain himself.

If Diarmait hadn't stood in front of his former master with his spear ready and ready to die, Illya would have kicked this pretentious magician away with a snap of his fingers.

"Sigh... Sans like you are worth saving, let alone becoming a magician. Even if you see the source vortex, you will go crazy."

Seeing that Archibald was dead, Illya couldn't help but sigh.

However, Illya did not expect that just this unintentional remark would cause Kenneth to have a slight reaction.

"You, you...what are you talking about? Root, root...what happened?"

Hearing the topic of [The Root], the magician's lifelong wish, Kenneth's consciousness condensed slightly and he murmured a question.

"Isn't this common knowledge among you magicians? The source is the [mouth] leading to the outside of the world...haven't you ever thought about what is outside the world?" Illya asked in return.

"So, you are now telling me that outside the world are some powerful creatures that regard us as ants. Are we just ants locked in a box fighting for branches and climbing up?

Is everything we do just for the entertainment of the gods?”

Kenneth didn't know whether the knowledge he finally understood was correct, because he felt that he had selectively forgotten a lot of things.

"It's almost like this when it's embodied in human language, but the relationship... I think it's better not to explain it to you anymore, because you will be ruined."

Illya felt very relieved to see that Kenneth was not broken in the end and understood her situation. The hard-working spearman finally protected his master.

"I see...have all the magicians accepted this nonsense and made-up stories as truth and obtained [magic] as powerful as the world..."

Kenneth suddenly figured out something why the Second Magician couldn't be understood even if he told some knowledge about magic;

Why all the disciples he taught turned into useless people;

Why is the motto "Knowledge is the poison of reason" spread among magicians...

Presumably, even if he is still alive now, Kenneth's magic level cannot be improved, right? Because he can no longer believe that magic is [his own power]...

"So, what is your purpose in finding me? What are your plans for finding a defeated chess piece like me that has been eaten on the game field?"

"No, I don't have any plans." Illya said with a smile.

"To be precise, I have no intention of getting anything from you." So it's [no intention].

"We just want to fulfill your wish as the organizer of the [Holy Grail War]. In other words, we are giving you benefits for free. Just accept it, how about it?"

Illya smiled distressedly and told Kenneth about this, obviously hoping that he would agree.

But when she finished speaking, not only Kenneth, but even Diarmuid, who had given up thinking about profound issues early because he was not very smart, was stunned. They didn't understand what Illya was doing.

"What I said before is that it is actually true that we here provide very professional litigation representation for the unfair treatment suffered by certain defeated masters in the Holy Grail War.

As long as you think you have been unfairly treated, Mr. Archibald, we can discuss compensation for you...what do you want?"

Illya was actually really worried about how to explain it to these two unlucky guys. It was impossible to tell them the original words of the guy from Xingke, right?

[Since these defeated and killed heroic spirits cannot be allowed to return to the Hall of Valor, it would be better to just cut off this world line and turn it into a "Lost Belt".

As for those heroic spirits, after they are hacked to death by me, you can give them some benefits, such as "settlement allowance", and let them settle down and wait for employment.】

Illya is now certain that the fate of this world has come to an end.

Although I really don’t understand how the logic of Xing Ke leads to this conclusion, but at the moment when Xing Ke prepares to turn the world into a “lost belt”, [Future Star Ke’s] has already succeeded.

Therefore, this world line has no future.

However, Ilya still doesn’t know how the final star will close the causes and consequences of this and complete the story.

"We [great gamers] are now showing great mercy. We want to arrange new careers for the war dead and reuse resources, so we will give you wages in advance... If you say this, can you accept it?"

Illya couldn't stand the silence of Kenneth who couldn't accept the fact and the silence of Diarmait who was bent on teaching Kenneth his decision, so she opened her mouth to explain again.

But for some reason, Kenneth's whole body was trembling, and his voice came out of his mouth unsteadily:

"Hahaha... I want the Holy Grail, I want to reach the source, I want to achieve the third method, I want to return to the clock tower after obtaining the third method, I want to be on an equal footing with the Jewel Man... No, I want

Surpass the Jewel Man! I want to surpass him and become the world's number one and strongest magician!

I want to marry Sora, I want her to be proud of me, and I want Archibald, the Clock Tower, and the Magic Association to be proud of me!"

Kenneth stood up very excitedly, and the emotions contained in his voice became more and more complex.

Then he pointed at Illya and shouted with hatred in his eyes:

"But! All of this should be because I had a noble birth. I started studying since I was a child. I overwhelmed all opponents with my talent and hard work. I showed off my skills in the Holy Grail War. I used all my wisdom and strength. I calculated.

, I plan, I direct, I kill all my opponents, and after I finally win, I enjoy the final fruits of victory!!"

Kenneth suddenly hugged his head, grabbed his hair, and trembled

"But, what is this?

What are these?

What's this?

What is this?

what is this!!?

what?!"

Kenneth's voice is getting lower and weaker...

"Does everything about me and my life have nothing to do with me? Is everything about me arranged for me by other beings?! Who am I..."

【Click】

Kenneth's last voice also ended abruptly.

A red pointed spear entered Kenneth's body from his back and passed through his heart. His soul was wiped out by the demon-breaking effect of the red spear and dissipated in the Holy Grail space...

"Uh... ("u)han, Knight Diarmuid, don't kill people indiscriminately in my place, and he was your monarch just now, right?"

Illya waved her hand, cleared Kenneth's remains out of the room, and said to Diarmait.

"I'm very sorry, Lord Einzbern. The only thing I can do for my lord is this, to free him."

Diarmuid had a look of great pain on his face, and the sharp spear in his hand was trembling:

"Just living is a kind of pain. I think even my Lord himself doesn't want to see what he is like now..."

"Then do you know what you just did? [Crime of Regicide]." Illya looked at this sudden development and asked:

"Knight Diarmait, shouldn't your wish be to fulfill your duty faithfully and dedicate your life to your lord?"

"Yes, that's true. You really know." Diarmait's expression was unexpectedly calm:

"My lord is really very small-minded. He can only hold him alone in his heart.

He will use his own understanding and self-righteousness to explain everything around himself...so he will not accept situations and worlds that he cannot control. Just living in such a world is painful.

In this way, in order for my lord to be freed, I, Diarmait, can only kill him to end his suffering."

"...Then you are truly dedicated to your duties."

For some reason, Illya suddenly felt that this was an unexpected and acceptable [ending].

Diarmait and Kenneth are, in the end, a very bad but very suitable pair (cp).

However, Illya looked at the traces of black aura emerging from Diarmait's body, and she knew that Diarmait's current mood was actually not as calm as he appeared.

So, quietly confirming that her defense measures were perfect, Illya asked again:

"What about you? What wish do you have now? Loyal Knight Diarmait."

"Yes, my wish has actually come true."

Diarmait heard Illya's words, and for some reason, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he gripped the spear in his hand again, and said:

"I, Diarmuid Odina, may be only a branch of the Lancers, but I have sworn allegiance to my lord, Kenneth Archibald.

Since my mission has now been completed by my own hands, please fulfill my last wish, sir, and please allow me to follow my lord!"

After saying that, Diarmait pierced the red spear that he had just learned about Kenneth into his chest, and then the black breath enveloped his body, turning his true spirit into a curse and beginning to erode the surrounding space.
To be continued...