Magical Comprehensive Travel

In the dilapidated factory, Kenneth looked gloomily at Lancer, who was kneeling in front of him on one knee. The good mood of getting the Command Spell was mixed with the news from Lancer.

His fiancee Sora... disappeared.

"You... incompetent guy! Only bragging trash!"

Lancer only lowered his head quietly to endure the scolding of the dog's blood spray head.

"It's just for you to temporarily protect a woman. You can't even do this, it's really outrageous! You so-called knight is such a thing!"

Silence surrounded the master and servant in the abandoned factory. The constant abuse finally made Kenneth vent the anger and resentment he had been suppressing in his heart. Seeing the Servant kneeling in front of him and saying nothing, Kenneth said: I felt a burst of relief.

Perhaps it was only now that Kenneth could finally establish an ideal master-slave relationship with this heroic spirit. Although it's a bit late, if this Lancer could have been dealt with earlier... it would be better to blow his self-esteem so thoroughly right after the summoning. If he had done this earlier, this self-righteous Servant would not have second thoughts and serve himself obediently.

"Master." After a long silence, Lancer suddenly called Kenneth in a cold voice.

"What's the matter? Do you have anything else to say?"

"That's not what it meant. Something seemed to be approaching us. Probably the sound of an engine with automatic drive."

Although Kenneth did not hear any sound. However, the hearing of ordinary people is far from being comparable to that of a Servant.

When it was almost dawn, it was absolutely impossible for a motor vehicle to approach this abandoned factory to just pass by.

Thinking about it carefully, when he decided to use this place as a base, the camouflage barrier that he had placed around was almost ready to reveal its flaws... Kenneth laughed dryly as he laughed at himself, who was no longer a magician. .

"Lancer, strike it down immediately. Don't be merciful."

"Understood." Lancer nodded, immediately transformed into a spiritual body, and disappeared.

With the disappearance of Lancer, Kenneth's original dignified posture and expression were instantly shattered.

Bitterness... full of bitterness creeping up his face.

Once a magic genius, he was called a prodigy, but now he has become like this, and he has become a waste that even magic can't release! A waste that even his fiancee can't protect!

"Emiya Kiritsugu!" His palms were clenched into fists, and he slammed the armrest of the wheelchair fiercely, Kenneth vented the resentment in his heart.

"You mad dog! The scum among the magicians!"

Da, da, da... The sudden sound made Kenneth, who was in madness, suddenly sober up, pat... something was thrown on the ground.

"Who? Who's there?" Lancer had just gone out to meet the enemy, how could someone sneak into him?

Click, the comer didn't seem to hide his killing intent at all, and the sound of guns being loaded was unusually cold and clear in the dark.

"Is it you! Emiya Kiritsugu! Is it you? Get out of here! You mad dog, trash! The scum among magicians!" The familiar voice made Kenneth sound again, and his magic circuit was cut off. At the moment of pain, he couldn't help roaring frantically at the darkness.

The cold touch from the back of his head made Kenneth swallow all the next words, and under the naked threat of death, Kenneth retreated.

"Emiya Kiritsugu..." Gritting his teeth, he looked at the man standing in front of him, the old coat, unfinished hair and listless beard. Different from the gloomy appearance, only those eyes glowed like sharp blades... I will never forget the man who brutally tore apart all the magic circuits in his body, the hated Einz Belen lackey. An expressionless man in a large trench coat.

Kenneth's eyes showed biting killing intent, his hands holding the armrest were twisted, and his haggard face was twisted and ferocious. If he hadn't already become a cripple, maybe he would have rushed over and clamped the neck of the demon in front of him.

A piece of paper fell beside him. It was just very ordinary letter paper, but Kenneth stared at the concise words on it.

"If you don't want your lover to die, just look back quietly..."

Kenneth stared blankly, moving the wheel of the wheelchair to change the direction of his body. Deep in the darkness of the abandoned factory, the light from the skylight illuminated a place like a spotlight.

In the faint and cold light, the silhouette of a woman who fell asleep appeared.

No matter how dim the light and how far away, Kenneth couldn't possibly mistake that face.

While the pain and haggardness on Sora's livid face indicated something clearly had happened, a strand of hair around her mouth quivered like a breeze. The breath at that time proved that she was still alive.

The micro-machine gun in Emiya Kiritsugu's hand was aimed at Sora's head, Kenneth's breathing stagnated, he looked at the ruthless man in front of him, not knowing what he wanted to do.

Then another piece of paper flew down, and when he saw the words on it, Kenneth's eyes suddenly widened.

There is no sign, there is no context... The gorgeous vermilion is scattered all over the earth.

Everyone looked equally astonished. Saber, Irisviel, and even Lancer himself stared wide-eyed at this too abrupt ending... Lancer himself was probably the most astonished. Because he had absolutely no expectation or awareness of the severe pain and despair.

Lancer stared blankly at the red lotus flower dripping from the red spear pole to the ground. No matter how hard it is to believe, it is his own blood.

His own love gun pierced his heart. It was none other than his own hands that stabbed the spear point into himself.

Of course it would not be his will, nor his hope. His red spear was supposed to pierce Saber's heart. And it should have been Saber's sword that pierced his heart.

To be able to completely ignore his fighting spirit and beliefs and arbitrarily deprive him of everything... This kind of powerful power must be the Command Spell.

"Ah!" Red tears flowed from Lancer's wide eyes.

Betrayal... once again betrayed... In order to change, to be truly loyal once again, the strong will to incarnate as a heroic spirit came to this world, but the result he got was a repeat of tragedy... just experienced the despair once again. with sadness.

The Heroic Spirit looked behind him with blood-stained eyes. At this moment, two Masters walked out of the abandoned factory in order to witness his ending. Kenneth was sitting in a wheelchair with an empty and dull expression, and another man was standing holding Sora's unconscious body. That is the true Master of Saber, whom he has seen in Einzbern City, whose name is unknown.

"You...then..."

Lancer knelt down in his own blood and tried to speak in a hoarse, low voice.

"So you want to win? Do you want to win the Holy Grail so much? Even my... only sincere wish is trampled... You guys, don't you feel sucked?"

Kenneth stared blankly at the space after Lancer disappeared. Kiritsugu casually placed Sora, who was still asleep, on his lap. Kenneth gently stroked his lover's haggard sleeping face, and asked Kiritsugu in a feeble voice, "So your contract will be?"

"Ah, it's established. I can't kill you anymore..." Kiritsugu slowly stepped back, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it... Maybe that was the signal.

The gunshots rang out, and the magician and his fiancée were torn to the concrete floor under the influence of bullets that they used to despise.

"Indeed... I can't kill you, so I have to ask Maiya to do it." Emiya Kiritsugu said with a blank expression, spreading his hands innocently.

"Ugh...ah...!"

Perhaps Sora, who was killed by the gun without pain, was luckier. Kenneth is still tragically still breathing after being smashed into a beehive and falling from his wheelchair. He suffered multiple fatal wounds all over his body and has no hope of surviving. But even if there were only a few seconds of life left, if he had to endure the pain of death silently, it would be a cruelly long time.

"...ah...kill...,...kill me..."

"Sorry, that's an unfulfilled contract." Emiya Kiritsugu replied in a cold voice while ignoring the faint begging sound at his feet, while exhaling the lavender cigarette he inhaled.

The sobbing of pain did not continue. Saber couldn't bear to watch any longer, and cut off Kenneth's head with his sword, ending his pain.