I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

To be fair, time traveling to Matou Shinji is not a good start.

Matou Shinji, nicknamed Erye by others. The eldest son of the Matou family is a magician, but he is a loser with no magician qualifications. Due to the influence of his family environment, he grew up as a fake magician full of distorted self-esteem and vanity. He has a self-centered personality and often despises others. He did not end up well in Fatestaynight written by Fungi. He died in two world lines and was injured in one world line. He is a typical pitiful, hateful and pathetic character.

There is no doubt that it is his own fault that Shinji ended up like this, but the main culprit that caused him to become this character was his grandfather, Matou Zouken.

Matou's dirty inkstone was nicknamed Lord Chong. A twisted old monster who turned himself into a bug and lived for 500 years by constantly devouring other people's bodies as a seedbed for survival.

When I was young, I had a grand dream and worked tirelessly for it. However, the later I found out, the more I discovered that this dream required a lot of time, and I was almost exhausted. In order to witness its future with his own eyes, he would not hesitate to turn his body into a bug in order to prolong his life.

Sadly, the long years eroded his soul. In the end, he forgot his original dream and became a monster who would do anything to seek immortality. He also became a shadow that has shrouded the Matou family for 200 years. Fuyuki, where the Matou family is located, The biggest man behind the scenes in the city.

As a time traveler and a lunar chef (type moon chef), Shinji knows very well that as long as Zangyan is still there, the Matou family will have no future, and the world line will eventually become one of the three lines written by Fungi. Everyone will be bound by his five hundred years of obsession, sinking deeper and deeper into the dark whirlpool.

To have a bright future, Lord Chong must die! It must be truly and completely eliminated from this world, not even the dregs left.

However, how could a six-year-old child and the soul of an adult kill a great magician who was famous for his long life and good at extending his life? If Shinji is still an ordinary person like in the original work, then the new Shinji has only one choice, to run away from home like his uncle Matou Kariya, stay anonymous, and live a peaceful life.

Fortunately, every loss has its own gain. Fate gave him a bad start, but it also gave him the possibility of breaking through. It was this possibility that made Shinji finally stand in front of Zangyan, and waved to cut through the darkness and lead to A blow from the future.

Zang Yan's head split into two, quickly turned into stone sculpture, and finally turned into powder.

A vast, cold mist separated from the fragments of Zang Yan's corpse, drifting and flying out of the basement. The human body is just a shell that can be replaced at any time. This mist formed by the soul is the key.

Just before the spiritual mist floated out of the basement, Shenji took out an inconspicuous cloth bag from somewhere and unbuttoned the bag.

Snake Scythe has no effect on spirits? Then——

Budai opened his mouth, and an invisible force swept through the petrified basement. The spiritual mist was pulled by this force and was sucked into Budai without any resistance.

——This is the only way to use it. The bag used to hold the monster's head is a good use for sealing your alien soul.

Shinji refastened the buttons, carefully put away the bag, and then gently patted Sakura's shoulder.

Sakura put down her hands covering her ears and opened her big jewel-like eyes.

Shenji's smile was the same as when the two met for the first time: It's over, let's go up and have a good sleep. Tomorrow will be a beautiful day again.

Sakura didn't answer, just looked at him quietly.

What's wrong? Shenji said softly.

Brother's face is stained with blood. Sakura stretched out her hand to wipe away the stain on Shinji's face.

Shenji took a step back, shook his head and said, Don't touch it, it's dirty.

It's not dirty, brother is not dirty at all. Sakura didn't know where she got the courage to take a step forward and wiped away the blood on Shenji's face, not caring that her hands were stained with blood.

You little idiot. Shenji rubbed Sakura's head, Let's go, my brother will take you back to your room.

Yeah. Sakura grabbed Shenji's clothes and left the basement with her, which brought her nightmare memories but was not so scary.

The footsteps faded away, and an inconspicuous brown flying insect flew out from the corner where Sakura was hiding. Two pairs of compound eyes looked at the direction where the brother and sister left, with a hint of happiness and ridicule in the insect's eyes.

A hoarse, deep voice sounded from the void: You are still too young, grandson of an old man. Never underestimate an old guy's ability to survive. Haha, your existence is similar to that of an old man, and you are more suitable to be an old man than that waste. Descendants.

That was Zangyan's voice. The old magician who was supposed to be killed by Shinji with the power of thunder was still alive.

Of course.

Matou Zouken, who was defeated just now, was nothing more than a collection of insects.

Zang Yan's real body, the possession that keeps his soul in the world, is sleeping in the deepest part of the mansion, in an insect nest that humans cannot reach.

Even if it is a sickle blade that can kill the undead and a magic bag used to seal monsters, it cannot destroy Zangyan unless it defeats the main body of the insect.

My hands and feet have all been defeated. The current old man can't even generate magic power. It's better to go outside to find a suitable body first.

The flying insects flew along the shadow to the door, preparing to fly out of the basement against the door frame.

At this moment, a slender white hand stretched out from the air and accurately grasped the flying insect that carried Zong Yan's last soul.

It's so sad. A ethereal voice sounded, like the sound of nature, but also like the whisper of death.

What?

His gaze lifted.

In a shaky sight.

There is a female figure.

The long silver hair without any trace of color, ruby-like eyes, delicate and inhuman appearance, and that gorgeous pure white dress.

Zang Yan raised his head in fascination and looked at this woman, who existed in his long memory. No matter how many years passed, she never faded and remained in her heart forever, like a goddess.

Two hundred years ago, the compatriots who pursued great ideals with him and treated themselves as living sacrifices.

From that day on, he has never aged, and has the eyes that he yearns for so much.

Justeza Ritzleich von Einzbern.

Two hundred years have passed, Tohsaka Eito has died, and I only have this remnant left. Why don't you want to die? You don't want to die even if you let yourself become an alien and go against your original wish. Once again. The voice that sounded so nostalgic said, Answer me, Makiri Zolgen.

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why don't you want to die?

Suffering pain every day, unable to shine on the sun, living in this inhuman way, living is more painful than death.

It is clear that as long as it ends, we can be liberated from the pain, but we still keep holding on to all the pain and clinging to life. Why?

I remembered.

That's right. Initially, it was for a noble purpose.

Take everything into your hands. Understand all the truth and reach places no one has ever been before. Transcend the finite body and reach the infinity of the soul.

The species called human. Being anchored by pre-established boundaries, wanting to escape from the never-ending spiral of the brain. All hatred and pain are all for healing and elimination.

——I think about it.

After lamenting that there is no paradise. If this world is empty, if even the creation of a body is not allowed, then stand up and go to a place where it is allowed.

It is not about creating a new world, but about transforming oneself and human life into something completely new.

correct.

As long as you raise your head, you can reach the universe, the end, be born again, the horizon that no one has imagined, and reach the ideal land that we cannot describe.

--to this end.

Seek the Holy Grail for this.

Seeking miracles beyond human reach.

There is no reason to disappear until it is achieved.

No matter how many times you are defeated, no matter how many times you realize that you cannot reach it with your body, as long as you are still alive, you will never give up.

——Yes, there is only one dream object.

To abolish all evil in this world.

We, risk our lives for an unattainable ideal.

So, live on.

Even after all the enemies disappeared, knowing that it was meaningless, I could only keep searching.

Believing that existence has its own meaning, as long as it exists, one day, it may be possible to cultivate people who inherit its own will.

So continue to survive.

Even if you understand the pain, there is no reason to die.

Even if I want to change myself, I want to overturn the immature lamentation of my youth.

This is my own way of survival, and it is also the answer I cannot answer.

That's right.

Even if there is no reward in the future ahead.

This is the original wish.

This pain.

Compared with constantly challenging unfulfilled wishes, the wish of not wanting to die seems insignificant!

Yes, that's it, Einzbern. Zang Yan whispered, more to himself than to the Golden Saint.

Remembered, didn't you?

Zang Yan did not say many words, but Justeza understood in her heart, because they were the first companions, companions who gave up their lives to save the world, but——

The long time has eroded your soul, and you have even forgotten your original wish, so it is time to end.

Yes, it's time to end. Our wishes, pain, and Machiri's mission—all will end here.

Under the gaze of those eyes, Zang Yan became extremely calm. There was nothing wrong with the end of this never-ending journey that started because of her.

Will you continue to fulfill my wish?

Yes. Justina nodded solemnly.

Well, then I wish you success, Einzbern. The insect's eyes closed, waiting for his end.

Farewell, Makiri Zolgen. He clenched his hands tightly, and the flying insect turned into a puddle of flesh. The soul that relied on persistence to survive in the world lost its support and passed away.

The shadow that has hung over Fuyuki City for two hundred years has finally disappeared.

The golden saint stepped out of the basement and stepped out of the corridor, which was the most taboo in the Tong family.

At the junction of light and shadow, a child who bears some resemblance to the young Makiri Zolgen is waiting against the wall.

it's over?

It's over. I've fulfilled my agreement with you. Now it's your turn. Justeza looked into the boy's eyes without blinking.

Don't worry, I will abide by the agreement. There was no trace of blood on the boy's face, but his tone was extremely firm, However, even if the Great Holy Grail is really completed, I don't think that the wish to save mankind can be achieved. Besides, mankind really needs Relief?”

Whether you can or you can't, you have to give it a try. That is the only remaining obsession of 'I'. Justeza closed her eyes and stopped talking.

As you wish, Your Highness the Saint of Winter.

After saying this, the boy seemed to have lost all his strength and fell to the ground.