Tokiomi Tosaka and Kirei Kotomine were sitting across from each other on the golden wood coffee table.
"So I hope that after this Holy Grail War, you can teach Rin as a senior brother."
Tokiomi Tosaka bent down slightly and gently folded something on the tablecloth of the coffee table.
"Although the form is relatively simple - it was done in a hurry after all, this is a suicide note."
He sat back, his back slightly stooped, as if something was crushing him:
"I didn't plan to write it originally, but the offending heroic spirits are too targeted, just in case -"
Tosaka Tokiomi sighed.
"It has my signature on making Rin the heir, and also specified that you will be the guardian until Rin grows up. If something unexpected happens to me, I hope that as my senior brother, you can teach her."
"..." Kotomine Kirei reached out and took the paper that smelled like ink, and rubbed it lightly with his fingers.
The fresh traces were just written.
He lowered his eyes and said, "Please feel free to leave it to me. I will definitely teach her carefully until she grows up."
"Thank you, Kirei."
The tense man finally showed a relaxed look, and he pushed a rectangular wooden box towards the opposite side: "This is for you."
"What's this?"
"This is my personal gift to you, please open it and take a look."
Kotomine Kirei took it obediently, flipped the small wedge stuck in the center of the side, and opened the wooden lid.
It is a gorgeous dagger, and the jewels decorated make it look deceptive like a fragile handicraft, but the flashing cold light of the sword's edge eerily declares its sharpness and danger.
"...The unworthy disciple actually received such kindness."
The man holding the dagger in both hands seemed a little grateful, but his habit of keeping his emotions secret made him only reveal slight fluctuations in front of his teacher.
Tokiomi Tosaka looked at him happily: "This is the mercury sword, as proof that you have practiced the Tosaka family's magic way and completed the apprenticeship course."
"In this way, I can also join in the final battle."
He stood up. Generally speaking, this action meant that he wanted to end the conversation, or it was a sign of seeing off guests, so the discerning disciple naturally followed and stood up.
Still holding the sword.
"Next we should consider forming an alliance, or make preparations to hide. The Noble Phantasm of the illegal heroic spirit is too targeted, and we cannot complete the final duel with him as a forward," Tokiomi Tosaka sighed again, "And
There is only one stroke left in the command spell..."
Kotomine Kirei, who understood the situation, did not say anything. He knew the function of the last command spell. It was originally used to order Gilgamesh to commit suicide at the end, but now it is a question whether this command spell can be kept until the end.
.
Perhaps wanting to test the feel, Kotomine Kirei's hand grasped the hilt of the sword.
"In short, the current situation is not very optimistic for us. I have thought about it for a long time, which is why I kept you so late. I am really sorry, Kirei."
I don't know who's mouth turned into a malicious arc.
"Where, my teacher."
The moonlight poured into the window, illuminating a beam of cold light.
“Pfft——”
It was the penetrating sound of a sharp knife being buried in the vagina.
…
――――
There is someone above the factory, and this person has a gun.
"Hiss—" I gasped.
So is this the crisis between Kenneth and Sora? So this man who appears for no apparent reason is actually Kenneth’s friend, or an innocent victim who may be harmed by Chi Yu?
Seeing that they came out together and seemed to have a harmonious atmosphere, I think this idea seems to have some basis.
I glanced at him hesitantly.
"Kenneth, you and this gentleman go back to the factory! There is an ambush here, probably a sniper-"
"What?!!"
Before I finished speaking, I saw Kenneth getting furious.
"Such a third-rate method, Emiya Kiritsugu, is this your plan?!!"
I:"???"
Is there any secret behind this?
Before I could think about it carefully, I felt my scalp numb, my temples bulged, and my hairs all stood up.
I made a decisive move and snatched the gun away from Lancer, who was in a worrying mental state. I slashed the gun on the ground, and a curtain of dust and sand was raised by me.
"Da da da da da da da da-"
The gunshots of submachine guns rang out, and countless small craters appeared on the ground made by bullets. The location of Kenneth and others was an area that received special attention, and dense bullets were rushing in that direction.
Countless ballistics were almost all aimed at Kenneth. In such a critical situation, how could a person with limited legs and a wheelchair survive?
I quickly threw away the gun I grabbed and quickly bent down to lift up a broken floor or wall? But it didn't matter.
A large reinforced concrete block as tall as a person was thrown up, drawing heavy lines in the air, and then landed firmly in front of Kenneth.
The lower end has been nailed into the ground, which illustrates the weight of the cement board and is also the guarantee that it can stand here and block bullets for them.
The bullets accurately hit the floor, and each impact could knock off a piece of the wall. Emiya Kiritsugu noticed that the dust generated by the broken cement spread far outside the floor that became a shield.
However, what should be noticed at this moment is not the floor slab, but the person who threw a large slab of floor slab over effortlessly.
The person who threw the floor board effortlessly was busy.
... busy locking up men.
Phew, I was busy holding Lancer back from committing suicide.
I shivered and shook off the two tightly entangled muscular men who appeared in my mind for some reason. I held Lancer's arms harder to prevent him from breaking away.
"Brother, calm down! The world is so big, don't you want to go and see it? I took away your murder weapon and you still choked me. Do you know if you can make people worry less? It's not easy for me to hold you up at my height.
!”
I stood on tiptoes and shouted with a distorted face.
Do you know how uncomfortable this posture is? The upper body is exerting great force, and the lower body is still stretching the ligaments... If the hero of the snake hadn't asked me to practice yoga, I would have cramped by now.
"Huh...huh..."
Lancer still seemed to have hyperpnea, breathing like a bellows.
"I'm grateful to you for safeguarding my final honor."
Lancer should be talking to me, because the next second he looked at Saber:
"You should understand my request."
"...I know." Saber replied with a complicated expression. There seemed to be many things in her eyes, like anger and sadness.
I still don’t understand why Lancer is thanking me, and I haven’t figured out what these two people are trying to do. Anyway, I’m still racking my brains to think of how to save him—
“Pfft——”
A sword tip came out from behind the Lancer, maintaining its length precisely, and stopped just short of touching my chest.
"you--"
I noticed the sticky feeling of blood on my clothes, and my eyes widened in disbelief.
The back of my head that was holding me up and blocking my sight completely dissipated. Before I could regain my strength, I was staggered by my own strength, and then looked blankly at Saber, who was holding the sword.
"……Thanks."
A sigh-like thank you gently fell to the ground, and then disappeared into the air along with the owner.
――――
“Pfft——”
It was the penetrating sound of a sharp knife being buried in the vagina.
"Teacher..."
Kotomine Kirei slowly pulled out the sword given to him by his teacher, and watched calmly as the original owner of the sword "plopped" down, and leisurely wiped the blood-stained blade on his priest's robe.
.
"It seems that you, like my father, did not understand who I am until the last moment."