Regarding the fact that the adopted child from the Tosaka family was snatched away, and even the Matou family's magic workshop was razed to the ground, Matou Zouken is now very angry, but there is nothing he can do.
As a magician who has survived for five hundred years, it has become a no-brainer to prioritize saving one's own life when faced with threats. No matter what, nothing is more precious than one's own life.
He is already thinking about whether to summon followers to protect himself. After all, only followers can fight against followers. Ordinary magicians will be easily eliminated by followers like chopping melons and vegetables.
But he soon gave up this idea. The scene of Matou Kariya's berserker being easily dropped in seconds was deeply imprinted in his heart. After summoning the servant, he was about to be involved in the Holy Grail War. Faced with this strange
The Holy Grail War has reached its climax, and he is still not sure that he can successfully obtain the Holy Grail.
The monarch of the Animusfia family is simply an out-and-out monster. There is absolutely no need to be an enemy of monsters. With five hundred years of experience in surviving, he naturally knows that there are some beings that should not be provoked.
"It's really troublesome..."
Matō Zouken frowned and felt a little pain in his head. It seemed that he could only wait patiently for the end of this Holy Grail War. Preparations for the Fifth Holy Grail War must also be put on the agenda. Sixty years is not enough time.
Although the magic workshop that had been in business for five hundred years was blown up, he still prepared other safe houses. There are still three cunning rabbits, not to mention the old bugs who are greedy for life and afraid of death.
Although the Matou family is declining in terms of magic, it is prospering in terms of industrial development. It is not a problem to secretly purchase a few real estate properties and renovate them.
As for the child that was snatched away, if you can't get it back from the master, just destroy it. It can still live for a long time, and you can cultivate a new heir.
I really want to see the face of the magician facing Sakura's corpse, the feeling of wanting to save but being unable to do anything. It will be interesting.
Thinking of this, an evil smile appeared on Matou Zangyan's face.
"Why--"
Suddenly a deep sigh interrupted his thoughts, Matou Zangyan slowly turned around, and a tall black-haired young man came into his eyes. He stood quietly at the door, staring quietly.
Own.
Matou Zangyan subconsciously clenched the cane in his hand. Although this stronghold was not as watertight as the one built by the Matou family, it also had hundreds of barriers arranged, and even the servants could not avoid it.
Set off the alarm and dive in.
There is no doubt that the young man in front of me is very strong. If he attacks me secretly, I will definitely suffer a big loss.
But why is this person just looking at himself? This person...
Matou Zangyan's head hurt more and more, and countless broken pictures flashed in front of his eyes. Those pictures were so blurry that he could only see the shadowy effects. Among these images, there was this feminine person in front of him.
The appearance of a handsome young man.
He felt that he had seen the young man in front of him somewhere. They were chatting happily, and each person's face was shining brightly, even the eternal starlight was dwarfed by it.
What are they talking about...?
“Ahhhhh——!”
Matou Zangyan felt a splitting headache, as if something was about to come out of his head, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.
………
………
"what happened to him?"
Shishi Jiejieli was startled by Matou Zangyan's fierce reaction. It was obvious that they just sneaked into this stronghold quietly and didn't do anything. In the end, the old guy just glanced at Paracelsus.
, and cried out in pain.
[There must be some kind of curse, he is indeed the legendary alchemist Paracelsus! 】
He sighed in his heart, and then cautiously blocked the only exit. Although Paracelsus had used a barrier to separate this stronghold from the outside world, due precautions were still indispensable.
"Maybe it's a curse, but the source of this curse does not come from me."
Paracelsus explained as if he had seen through the inner thoughts of Lion Jie Jieli. He looked at Matou Zangyan who was curled up, holding his head and wailing, and the heavy sadness in his eyes almost overflowed.
With just one glance, he recognized his former best friend, the once tall and handsome partner of justice who always had a light in his eyes. How could he have fallen into this state?
"Why? Why, Makiri, my friend, are you like this? What happened in the past five hundred years?!"
In Paracelsus' memory, the last time he saw Magiri was on a summer afternoon.
At that time, Machili approached him excitedly, and excitedly told about the method to realize his great wish. He was about to leave for the Holy Roman Empire, where there were like-minded people waiting for him, and the realization of his great wish was just around the corner.
And he sent his farewell blessings, and then people from the Magic Association came to his door and ended his life.
Once upon a time, Hong Yuan was with the man named Makiri Zolgen, but as time passed, everything about him turned into an alien shape, including his posture, soul, and even that wish.
This is the curse of time. It is not the dead who sleep forever. In the mysterious eternity, even death itself will disappear, and the firm ideal will be worn away.
The wish was to put an end to all evil in this world, but did he end up becoming "evil"?
………
Matou Zangyan slowly raised his head, his head still hurt, but a glimmer of light flashed in his cloudy eyes.
"Paracelsus, my dear friend..."
His voice was extremely hoarse, like insects rubbing their wings. He remembered the young man in front of him. At that time, they were sitting in the sunny garden, talking about their ideals.
He still remembered the ideal of Paracelsus, which was to bestow mercy and love on all the beloved sons all over the earth. At that time, they were still so young, full of vitality and vitality, and they would not face any difficulties no matter what.
I will be afraid, and I firmly believe that the road is long and difficult, but the journey will soon be over.
Who would have thought that when we meet again after five hundred years, he will still look the same, but he will be so ugly and miserable. How big the gap is, from a god to a prisoner.
Five hundred years is too long for human beings, but it is too short for an obsession that can change all mankind but is difficult to realize.
When did I start to fear death? Did I witness Justeza disappearing at the other end of the light? Or did I watch Nagato Tohsaka live a mediocre life? Or did I feel the life passing from my body?
, forced to only absorb the lives of other people to maintain his own existence?