The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

I was silent for a long time, and finally smiled bitterly, "No matter what, if I don't try it, I won't give up."

"...I really lost to you! Why are two people I know so stubborn!"

"Probably because of...Kiriji's relationship."

"..."

Illya's body trembled fiercely, and then rolled her eyes, then sat in front of me, and put her forehead on my forehead, "Don't resist, I will do it until you see the gem sword. To lead the way, you just need to throw away distracting thoughts."

Nodding, I slowly closed my eyes.

The sense of space is cut apart.

I don't know where I am.

I can't tell myself.

There is no meaning.

All you can see in your eyes is a huge loop.

On the surface of the black blocky rock with a radius of more than fifty meters, there are many layers of overlapping markings, spreading overlapping loops-layers of winding and convolving into a geometric appearance.

In the center of the complicated engraving like a three-dimensional spider web and the magic circuit, a white girl stands.

I know who she is.

Rizuraihi Yustitsa Von Einzbren (Rizuraihi Yusutitsa Von Einzbren).

The magician who planned the Holy Grail War on this land is the great magician who obeyed by Maki Zangyan and Tosaka Rin (the ancestor of Tosaka Rin) and is praised as "the saint of winter."

The line of sight gradually narrowed.

Abandon the Holy Grail that appeared in the field of vision, and the whole process of making the ceremony.

There is only one thing I want to watch.

The old man who was intently looking down at the Great Holy Grail on one side, watching the whole story, the sword in his hand.

A ceremonial short sword with a gem as the blade.

The brilliant brilliance like a Wanhua mirror, not only the eyeballs, but also the brain can burn out.

"............!"

how is this possible!

The kind of conceptual weapon designed by magic theory that comes entirely from an unknown world—to be more precise, it is an alien galaxy—even if the magic eye is used, it can only resolve the outer fur.

Teleportation, enclosed space, secret sword·yan return...

The magic principle that was incomprehensible in the past is fully embodied in the structure of the gem sword that only parses out the fur—even more refined.

However, this is not enough!

What I want to know is not reflected in these furs.

The complexity of the second source of law that entangles the world's corrective force far exceeds the limit of the magic theory I have mastered.

Can be read, but cannot be understood.

The huge data is like a file that has been compressed and encrypted multiple times. It looks exquisite and detailed, but it is unimaginable large when spread out.

The eyes were burnt and nearly blind, and the brain was boiling hot because of the influx of data.

"Stop!Amemiya.

Not yet, I haven't got what I want to know.

"come back!

He stretched out his hand and wanted to try to get close to that brilliant conceptual weapon.

--Are you crazy!Hurry back!

Just treat me as crazy!

——You bastard!I can’t just sit back and watch if I get it right!

Almost so...

Just a little bit more, you can touch it.

...

Did you jump up by yourself?Or was it bounced off by something?

I can't clearly realize it.

By the time he reacted, his body had already flown into the air, and then hit the ground heavily.

"Um... evil..."

got rejected!

Covering my unconscious left eye, I pressed my throat and retched.

Rejected by that sword!

Although the interpretation copied the outer material (just copied into the brain, but could not be understood), it was completely rejected by that sword!

And the things I want to know are hidden in the origin of the sword!

"excellent!"

The door to the room was opened and Lancelot rushed in, "You are all right..."

"Really, didn't I tell you! If you find something is wrong, you must evacuate! If it is not that I find something is wrong and cut off the connection, Amemiya, are you ready to be wiped out by the gem sword's self-counterattack!"

Ilia screamed at me trembling all over.

"...Cough... sorry..."

Being half-supported by Lancelot, I finally squeezed this sentence out of retching.

Failed.