Kariya knew that such thoughts were wrong. Such thoughts would only plunge this world into a state of eternal damnation. But in such a scene, this thought was like a seed buried deep in his heart. Once it took root and sprouted, it was not so easily eradicated. This thought would, from time to time, emerge from the depths of his heart, like an itch, goading him. If his spirit were to collapse or fall into a trance, or if he were to accidentally walk into an extreme, then this seed would rapidly grow into a towering tree. At that time, it would truly be too late.
Kariya admitted that he was a somewhat extreme and a little selfish person. All his thoughts were focused on his "white moonlight" and the two girls she had given birth to. Perhaps because his own life was coming to an end, Kariya at this moment saw himself with extreme accuracy. But even if he were given another chance to start over, he would make the same choice. His "white moonlight" absolutely could not enter the Matou family. And his "white moonlight's" family could not possibly let an existence with such an excellent maternal constitution leave the world of magecraft. He and his "white moonlight" were forever two lines that, although they intersected, were also forever separate.
At this thought, a somewhat lost smile couldn't help but appear on Kariya's face. He then turned his gaze to Irisviel at his side. "Hey, homunculus of the Einzbern family. I don't know when you will meet your end, but it will surely be after me. If I show signs of paranoia and madness, or if I suddenly make my exit due to physical reasons..."
Kariya took a deep breath. His one remaining eye, which could see this world, now held a hint of seriousness and determination. "Then please cut off my arm before that, and then transfer this Command Spell to any one of you. In any case, Berserker cannot make his exit before this battle is over, right?"
As soon as his voice fell, the Crest Worms in Kariya's body once again rioted. This made him involuntarily spit out blood, and the aura on his entire body became even weaker. Even within the Noble Phantasm maintained by Merlin, which had a faint healing effect, for an existence whose life was already at its end, no amount of healing could make up for the loss of that life.
"Mr. Matou!"
Irisviel looked at Kariya before her and prepared to help him up. At the same time, healing magic was also applied to this pitiful man's body. But it was a pity, as mentioned before, this healing might be able to repair the wounds on the man's body, but it could not heal his already-depleted life force.
Kariya felt his gradually cooling body, gritted his teeth, and tightly gripped Irisviel's arm. Irisviel nodded. No matter what, before the end of the current battle, she would ensure that Berserker would absolutely not be absorbed by the Holy Grail.
At this moment, Irisviel was also rather glad that more than half a century had passed since the last Holy Grail War. The absorbed Heroic Spirits should have already turned into pure magical energy, not enough for All the World's Evils to manifest their bodies. Otherwise, what they would be facing now could absolutely be called a disaster.
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The invisible roar of a motorcycle reached everyone's ears, although this sound was not easy to catch on the current battlefield.
"Iri!"
Kiritsugu looked at Irisviel standing in the distance, took a deep breath, and at the same time, looked at an Assassin puppet pouncing on him. He directly raised the firearm in his hand. To ensure a certain amount of damage to these Heroic Spirits, Kiritsugu even used an Origin Bullet made from his own ribs. The trigger was pulled, and with a gunshot, the black mud puppet was thrown backward, its head tilting back.
Kiritsugu's face was indifferent. If this middle-aged uncle were a few years younger, he would probably be handsome enough to compete for the role of a cool assassin protagonist. Although he was still quite handsome now, compared to his youth and young adulthood, he had aged a tiny bit. But his wife, Irisviel, didn't mind. The affairs of a young couple were not for others to meddle in, right?
"Kiritsugu!"
After seeing her husband, the expression on Irisviel's face also calmed down a lot. No matter what, there was finally a pillar of support. And no matter what the situation was, having someone to rely on should be a good thing for anyone.
A flash of struggle crossed Kiritsugu's face. He raised the suitcase in his hand. Irisviel looked at the pure white suitcase inlaid with gold and quickly understood what was inside. What's more, she had put this dress in herself. Indeed, if this dress were used and she herself were to cast a great magic, it would indeed be the optimal solution at the moment. But right now, she couldn't get close to where the Greater Grail was.
Kiritsugu lifted his head, his gaze falling on Aslan, who was holding a black-gold holy sword and cooperating with Melusine to try and take down the giant half-bodied giant. He had not expected that the Servant he had summoned was not just talking big. So his main body really did exist in this world.
As a participant in the Holy Grail War, and also a Master, a Master from one of the three founding families, Kiritsugu could, of course, distinguish whether the existence before him was a living being or a summoned Heroic Spirit. At the same time, the words that the Servant Aslan he had summoned before had said also flashed through his mind.
[If it were my main body, perhaps it could solve the ending where Irisviel is destined to turn back into the Lesser Grail. Of course, whether you can meet him, and whether you have a way to get his help, is a matter of fate.]
Kiritsugu's eyes widened slightly. He once again confirmed the existence fighting before him. There was no mistake. It was exactly the same as the description in the legends. But how could he obtain the help of this legendary blacksmith?
If Aslan knew of Kiritsugu's current thoughts, he would surely have him give up his right to compete in this Holy Grail War. As for what choice he would make then between Irisviel and his own long-cherished wish? That would be a matter of having Merlin cast an illusion first. This man would eventually understand that some of his extreme methods were ultimately wrong. In his heart, Irisviel was also absolutely irreplaceable.
In any case, Irisviel still planned to change into the Dress of Heaven first. Silver threads, under the weaving of her hands, quickly formed a silvery-white curtain, concealing her within. When these curtains turned back into silvery-white threads, Irisviel had already put on the Dress of Heaven. Opening her eyes again, Irisviel's body had a hint of a holy aura.