Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 120
by TINY FAN FICTIONMultiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 120
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
Chapter 120 Emiya Kiritsugu: “It’s bad, we’ve been had.”
Under Medea (Caster)’s astonished and nearly petrified gaze, the light wave that had been slapped by Noah began to fluctuate violently after a long silence, emitting a dangerous breath that seemed to be on the verge of an Explosion.
Then, Noah tilted her head, focused her gaze, and her body began to surge with a Dark Blue Arc…
“Huh?”
As if time had been paused, the light wave suddenly retracted and disappeared into thin air.
After the light illuminating the cave disappeared, the surroundings were plunged into darkness, as if even the air was filled with a sense of deathly stillness.
Noah, who had expected a battle, looked at the empty space in front of her with a puzzled expression, furrowing her brow.
After sensing it for a moment, she discovered that the unusual breath had indeed completely vanished.
“Hey! Person, no, ghost! Come out!”
Coming back to her senses, Medea (Caster) clutched at her chest, where her heart was racing in disarray, and her legs felt weak, causing her to slowly sit down like a duck.
The Mana Breath from earlier, although not particularly powerful in quantity, had left her with a deeply terrifying feeling.
It was as if she was a clay doll encountering water, and her body would undergo an irreversible destruction reaction if touched.
However…
“Come out! Get out here! Don’t hide and remain silent, I know you’re here! You dare to bare your teeth but don’t have the guts to come out! How can you not dare to come out and fight? Don’t be a coward! Hey!”
Watching Noah search around the cave, tapping and kicking here and there, with the demeanor of a street urchin who would kick a dog if he met one, or hit a tree, and even lick a child’s lollipop, Medea (Caster)’s gaze became completely stunned.
As Noah continued to search the now completely dark cave but failed to summon the thing, he could only return to Medea (Caster)’s side with a sigh.
Since the thing refused to come out on its own, Noah’s next option would likely be to destroy the Barrier in the cave completely.
It shouldn’t be difficult, but this place was under the Ryūdō Temple, where Matou Kariya, Matou Sakura, and Asagami Fujino were still present.
If a large explosion or the collapse of Enzou Mountain were to occur, it would be a major problem.
It seemed that they would have to think of a way to relocate the people again.
With this thought in mind, Noah grabbed Medea (Caster)’s cloak from behind and began to walk towards the cave entrance.
After walking over ten meters, Medea (Caster) finally came to her senses, realizing she was being dragged, and she began to struggle and kick her legs frantically.
“Ah! Let go of me! What are you doing!”
“I was just thinking you looked scared stiff and couldn’t walk, that’s all.”
Before Medea (Caster) could react, Noah released his grip, causing her to fall hard on the rocks without any precautions, wincing in pain as she glared at Noah and rubbed her waist and buttocks.
“Ow! You’re too rough!”
With her thick Witch attire removed, Medea (Caster)’s face was clear and sweet, exuding a noble and refreshing aura.
At this moment, with her eyes brimming with tears and her face red, she looked almost exactly like the Elf Noah had in mind.
After leaving the cave, Medea (Caster) demanded to eat a hundred cakes, refusing to forgive Noah otherwise, before she resumed explaining her findings.
This time it wasn’t Matou Zouken’s experiment notes, but Medea (Caster)’s own research discoveries as a divine generation Magus.
The true nature of the Holy Grail War is to summon Heroic Spirits and collect them through mutual slaughter, releasing them to return to their seats on the outside of the world.
During the Heroic Spirits’ souls’ return, a ‘hole’ leading to the outside world appears, through which a Magus can reach the Root of the outside world.
The most crucial part of this process is securing the hole that connects the inside and outside of the world.
This relies on the foundation of the entire Holy Grail War, the large Magic Circle beneath Ryūdō Temple, which can only be realized by accumulating 60 years of immense Mana.
So…
“So, where is that thing that collects Servant souls, oh, the Little Holy Grail?”
Facing Noah’s crucial question, Medea (Caster) raised her hand and shrugged, causing her丰满 chest beneath the robe to quiver.
“I don’t know, according to the notes, it seems the Einzbern Family is in charge of this thing. But according to the records, if 5 Servants die, the Little Holy Grail will descend. If it weren’t for your kind heart, Invincible hero, we could have made a wish directly.”
From the known facts, the claim of the Holy Grail being an all-powerful wish-granting machine is obviously a ruse used by the Three Great Families to attract Magus to participate.
But to say they lied isn’t entirely accurate either.
When the hole to the outside world is opened, nearly infinite Mana will flow in.
For a Magus, possessing such a vast and boundless amount of Mana can indeed grant many wishes, but it’s not all-powerful.
Similar to how a billionaire can accomplish many things, but still can’t achieve immortality.
However, that was only before the third Holy Grail War.
“And then that thing just erupts and swallows you all, while I, Fundamental, couldn’t make it back in time?”
Medea (Caster) thought for a moment and found herself unable to counter, her face stiffening for a moment.
Fortunately, Noah didn’t continue to taunt her, instead gazing out at Fuyuki City shrouded in night.
Having lived here for over a year, Noah still had some attachment to this city.
“The thing hidden in this Magic Circle can’t be ignored; if it erupts, it’ll destroy the entire city… see if you can create a Little Holy Grail to hold it back, so we can control the timing of the Great Holy Grail’s activation. Then I’ll go take care of it.”
Medea (Caster) looked up, thinking for a moment before giving Noah a nod of confirmation.
“With only 2 Servants dead so far, probably 2 or 3 more will have to die before the Little Holy Grail appears… no problem, I can handle it.”
However, to Medea (Caster)’s surprise, Noah neither praised her efficiency nor continued with their previous strategy, instead countering her with a profound gaze.
“Who says 2 Servants have already died?”
*
In the endless darkness, Emiya Kiritsugu felt his soul sinking deeper and deeper.
The crushing, heavy darkness pressed in from all sides, emitting a dull rumble, compressing him towards a singularity.
Every moment, every second, became increasingly heavy, increasingly suffocating.
The voices filled with resentment and sorrow seemed to be a miasma rising from the depths of the earth, surrounding Emiya Kiritsugu from all sides.
“Kiritsugu, why? Why didn’t you save me? We promised to explore this world together, didn’t we?”
“My son, you killed your father; did you get what you wanted?”
“Kiritsugu, was your Justice, your dream, your peace worth killing me and Ilyasviel for? Was it really necessary?”
“Dad, why? Why did you kill me? Why are you so heartless? I hate you! I hate you!”
Rancor, despair, regret… an endless, enormous darkness flooded into his body, making Emiya Kiritsugu feel his soul swelling, as if his very being was on the verge of being torn apart from the inside out, like a cursed fate reminiscent of the cruel whims of a Type-Moon’s destructive deity.
Yet, his entire body was being compressed inward, 2 extreme forces tearing at every muscle, every nerve, and every fibre of Emiya Kiritsugu’s soul, a struggle akin to the unyielding will of a DanMachi adventurer facing an unrelenting horde of monsters.
The boundless strength formed a massive, blazing furnace that seared, scorched, and roasted Emiya Kiritsugu, an unending trial by fire that tested his resolve, much like the trials faced by heroes in the depths of a dungeon, where only the strongest survive.
Compared to this agony, even the gruesome torture of lingchi would be a mercifully swift end, a fleeting respite from the unrelenting torment that ravaged his body and soul, a testament to the unyielding cruelty of fate, much like the dark tales whispered among the shadows of Orario’s streets.
Don’t…
Spare me…
Save me!
The massive Energy Momentum condensed to the limit, and it was the ultimate explosion.
Along with it, Emiya Kiritsugu’s anguished cry echoed, as he squeezed out all his strength to let out a desperate shout at the last moment.
“No!!!”
Screaming, Emiya Kiritsugu woke up to the familiar ceiling of his bedroom in Einzbern Castle on the outskirts of Fuyuki City.
However, after arriving in Fuyuki City, Emiya Kiritsugu had no time to rest here, and he only took short naps when he was out on a mission.
On the edge of the bed, Irisviel and Ilyasviel, who were sleeping together, were startled awake by him.
“Kiritsugu?”
“Uh, daddy?”
Since the moment he let his guard down and caused the death of the entire island’s residents, Emiya Kiritsugu had been driven to make the ‘correct’ choices.
This principle, with the weight of his father, Natalia, and others, had become a chain that Emiya Kiritsugu could no longer turn back from.
He was like a gambler who had lost everything, unable to give up, and had to keep moving forward, hoping to reach the other side of the blood-soaked sea and achieve his dreams.
Emiya Kiritsugu thought he could endure it… until he truly experienced the pain of losing everything in that darkness.
At this moment, seeing the familiar snowy-white face, Emiya Kiritsugu’s heart was filled with a warmth and happiness he had never felt before.
It quickly overflowed from his heart, and hot tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision.
Before Irisviel and Ilyasviel could react, he stretched out his arms and pulled the mother-daughter duo into a tight hug.
Hearing Emiya Kiritsugu’s sobbing, Irisviel looked worried.
Ilyasviel, still half-asleep, rubbed her eyes and gently patted Emiya Kiritsugu’s back with her small hand.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, daddy’s a good boy, don’t be afraid, Ilyasviel is here, the bad guys won’t come.”
The innocent child’s voice floated in the room.
Under the comfort of the mother-daughter duo, the fatigue that had accumulated over the years seemed to surface all at once, and Emiya Kiritsugu fell into a deep sleep again.
At the top of Einzbern Castle, Gilgamesh listened to the whispers of a Familia below, sipping the red wine in his cup, a faint smile on his lips.
As the wine’s flavor danced on his palate, his eyes gleamed with amusement, like a king watching his pawns on a chessboard.
Thinking of the upcoming scene, the pain of being severed limbs no longer felt so intense.
He raised his glass to the darkness in the distance, bathed in moonlight.
Noah, oh Noah, this time, I must take you down!
*
At the top floor of the Hyatt Hotels, Kenneth stood before his fiancee’s cold corpses, his face etched with unspeakable silence.
Watching this scene from the side, Artoria felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife.
She would rather Kenneth scold her harshly as he used to, than see him reveal such sorrowful silence.
“Master! I!”
Artoria had just opened her mouth when Kenneth waved his hand to interrupt her.
“No need to say more, Saber. It’s not your fault. This is the path Sola-Ui chose herself.”
Although his body was now useless, witnessing a battle of Servants at the level of one against 4, with his beloved fiancee involved, how could Kenneth not use a Servant to investigate?
When he understood the reasons behind Saber’s sudden attack on Noah, and saw Sola-Ui’s expression filled with some kind of resolve, he understood everything.
That expression was the same as a woman who decides to abandon everything and run away with her loved one.
At this moment, sadness was undoubtedly endless in Kenneth’s heart, yet surprisingly, there was little resentment.
As a prodigy of the Clock Tower, bringing his fiancee to this remote countryside for a Magecraft competition, he should have returned victorious.
But in just a few days, he was ruined, unable to use Magecraft again, and now his fiancee lay dead before him.
But who could he blame?
After coming to his senses, the world looked completely different to Kenneth.
No one is born destined to stand above all others.
Even if he is a so-called prodigy, there is no guarantee of eternal success.
If one chooses to take a life, one must be prepared to lose their own.
Even if his fiancee had fallen in love with another, Kenneth couldn’t hold a grudge against that Otherworld Servant, as the latter might not even remember who Sola-Ui was.
Even he himself was attracted by the charm of that individual, so how could he blame his fiancee for feeling differently towards him?
Still, was he really going to let go of the仇恨 for becoming a cripple and his fiancee’s murder?
Emiya Kiritsugu…
Pondering this individual’s name, Kenneth looked towards the city in the night, his face thoughtful.
The moon set, the sun rose, and the sun set in the west.
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By the time the Moon rose again, Emiya Kiritsugu had arrived at the foot of Enzou Mountain, still pondering over his conversation with Irisviel.
“…Huh? Is Lancer dead? I haven’t felt anything from my end.”
Is Lancer truly dead?
Or has her soul been devoured by that Inherent Barrier?
The thought of that darkness sent a shiver down Emiya Kiritsugu’s spine.
And for reasons even he couldn’t fathom, Emiya Kiritsugu decided not to share this news with Gilgamesh.
Yet, he was uncertain about the outcome of the impending assault on Enzou Mountain.
On the rooftop of a house at the mountain’s base, Emiya Kiritsugu gazed thoughtfully at the Ryūdō Temple atop the peak.
In Emiya Kiritsugu’s estimation, the Holy Grail War had boiled down to 3 major forces.
On the side of the Tohsaka, it seems Kenneth is trending towards an alliance with his student.
However, Emiya Kiritsugu didn’t perceive Kenneth, who had lost his fiancée and been struck by the Origin Bullet, as a threat.
From this perspective, targeting the Hyatt Hotels seems a more reasonable choice.
But the thought of a cheating-level Heroic Spirit with a one-versus-4 advantage teaming up with a Caster on Enzou Mountain made Emiya Kiritsugu’s skin crawl.
He had resolved not to lift a hand against anyone until the Matou Family was eliminated.
After the destruction of the Matou residence, Emiya Kiritsugu quickly set his sights on this sparsely populated area rich in Mana.
But how should he launch the attack?
As Emiya Kiritsugu pondered this, a searing pain shot through the base of his little finger, causing his back to tense up.
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