The establishment of the Time Travelers Alliance began in the first year of Conan

Chapter 393 A Devastating Result...

The green flowerbeds are like an altar cast by nature.

I don't know if the vibration was caused by the rotation of the planet, or if the slight cold wind suddenly became violent.

Kirei sensed the earth and sky shaking violently together, and that tremor originated from his own spirit and soul.

The aura of death not only awakens the physical body, but also seems to stir something within the soul.

His spirit could then sense the departure of another spirit.

If only the sky would crack open and the earth would collapse.

Kirei Kotomine, the man who has "reborn," thinks this way at this moment.

However, the tremor in my heart only caused the flowerbed in front of me to sway slightly, swaying with vitality.

At that moment, Kirei even had the illusion that his father was still alive.

There was no smell of blood in the air.

The father's shadow lay prostrate on the soil, his body supported by the resilient hyacinths that continued to grow despite pruning.

Even those vibrant, swaying movements seemed to have been touched by Father Li Zheng.

Her arms, hanging down, waved as if bidding him farewell.

Kirei felt as if her mind had been completely numb.

He instinctively walked up to his father, wanting to—

Then, the spell reminded him that he had already grasped the dagger that Assassin had handed him.

……

Kurozakura was completely unconcerned about Kirei's current state.

If everything continues as it is, it will only annoy her.

Of course, Black Sakura doesn't enjoy this kind of behavior that causes pain to others.

This is not surprising.

Hatred is a terrible fuel, but the power it generates can often lead a person to destruction.

Even if it means devouring others or tormenting them.

"Sakura, everything you did was simply because you wanted to..."

Whenever she does these things, some of Shirou's words will appear in Sakura's mind.

Through Assassin's perspective, Black Sakura quietly clenched her fist.

Whether they were seniors or older sisters, they always made this point very clearly.

Regardless of which [Matou Sakura] it is, regardless of whether this [Matou Sakura] is a "strong person".

Their motivation, or rather, their fundamental goal, is simply to gain recognition.

Black Sakura would never call that emotion "love" or "wanting to rely on someone".

Now she relies on herself.

Their only support is themselves.

Only by doing this could Black Sakura convince herself that she was indeed on the right path.

If everyone has killed so many people, what's the point of talking about justice?

Moreover, if it truly is for the sake of justice—

As part of the "Endless Sea of ​​Resentment," Matou Sakura knows a few things.

Why doesn't Chaldea simply write a happy ending for everyone in the script called "Compilation Matters"?
There are also those so-called "singularities" and "loss belts".

Black Sakura, or rather all of them from the [Second Branch], decided on their existence after learning this information.

After all, it's like some of my own jealousy—

There are always some lucky moments in life.

Even some beings who look similar to themselves end up finding happiness.

Fortunately, this Black Cherry wasn't jealous of them, and what she wanted was simpler and more direct.

That's why she's able to come into this world now.

Unlike her former self, who was already immersed in sin, Black Sakura's thoughts were just as she had said at the beginning—

All you have to do is make a wish.

As for what kind of disasters and suffering might one's desire for happiness bring to the world.

Assassin tilted his head slightly.

"Then why... must I be the one to sacrifice for the happiness of the world?"

Even the seniors were speechless at the time.

After all, doesn't that sound really strange?
How can a universe with so many "heroes of justice" not allow all of Matou Sakura to find happiness?
From this perspective, no matter what the mistake is, it should be the world's fault.

Just like every time, Black Sakura would give "Father" a chance.

All she wanted was an opportunity, didn't she?
Out of the corner of Assassin's eye, he saw [Kirei Kotomine] standing in front of the dying Kotomine Ryouko.

Compared to being forced to be a sacrifice or a villain.

The purely evil person in front of me can be considered "deserving of his fate" no matter what.

Therefore, looking at Kirei, who was clearly caught up in "excitement".

The smile on Assassin's white mask seemed to become even more mocking for a moment.

Kuro Sakura spoke up, "What, are you so happy you're about to cry?"

……

A malicious voice rang out beside him.

Kirei had never hated herself so much.

Because, just as the Assassin before him said, his own soul was feeling...joy.

The only thing that Kirei could find solace in was that he was now genuinely feeling sadness, both in his spirit and in his body.

After all, those tears that welled up in my eyes were no longer tears of joy.

Even though Kirei's spirit kept trying to push him into that chaotic abyss, trying to break through that shackle with that intense emotion full of malice.

"Never look directly at it," a stern voice within me warned.

Kirei Kotomine, you absolutely cannot understand or accept this feeling that comes from the "soul".

Because when was the last time he shed tears?

Three years ago, in those unforgettable years, Claudia gently wiped away her tears and said, "You love me very much."

The feedback from the [soul] became increasingly fierce, but it was precisely this "fierceness" that led to a mistake at this moment.

It was as if another soul had appeared inside Kirei's body.

He then looked directly at the other "soul" without hesitation, separated by the wall that was called himself.

—Wanting to make myself suffer more.

— She wanted her father to suffer even more.

If Kirei could tear out his own "soul," he would definitely use the dagger in his hand to drain his own blood and see if its color was bright and its temperature was scalding.

"...Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven..."

Suddenly, Kirei uttered the prayer he knew by heart from his daily prayers.

At this moment, the back of the hand that was gripping the dagger was slightly hot.

"This technique is based on the Command Spell system."

A voice resounds in the root of the spirit, in the essence of the body.

"Because setting aside [fate] and [soul] themselves, the forced action on [soul] is itself a form of magic."

There was a sound flowing through my veins, lingering in my ears.

"Even Heroic Spirits are forced to do things they don't want to do under the influence of Command Seals. Judging from the strength of the seals, the binding on your soul is actually not complicated."

Kirei closed her eyes.

The essence of the soul is nothing.

He now needs to use his physical instincts to drive it.

Drive it with those feelings that already fill your mind, with those angry and sorrowful spirits.

"...I was unguarded and stood calmly beneath Ru Guang's sword."

He silently recited the command spell on the back of his hand, and it dissipated with the unbearably hot red light.

"...May you discern the truth from the falsehood, sever this evil cause, and restore its original nature."

He silently recited the two Command Seals on the back of his hand, which gradually became steady and dissipated.

“...I will separate your cause from your result.”

He silently recited the last command spell on the back of his hand, which dissipated as [Spirit Particle Reflection - Soul Denial] was activated.

It is not a puppet of a ball of thread, but a rejection of fate and a declaration of freedom.

The timeline is interwoven like a spider web, layered like armor, and imposed like shackles.

It was just a moment... a moment that never existed, a moment that vanished completely.

[Command Spell] This fact cannot be denied.

Under the compelling command of the three Command Seals, Kirei Kotomine must now obey Kirei Kotomine's anger and sorrow.

The soul is trying to control the body and the spirit.

But it was of no use at that moment.

Even though I felt intense stinging pain in my wrists, legs, and heart. Even though my consciousness and thoughts seemed to be boiling.

Even if the body tries to stop its functions because it goes against its own will.

At this moment, the greatness of the spirit will be revealed.

Just like in many stories—

With that radiant and divine spirit, Kirei Kotomine is determined to avenge the murder of his father!
Their movements were agile and rapid, almost as if they were flying through the air.

Those two opposing forces resounded within the body like two city walls colliding.

His face was contorted in a demonic grimace of resistance, and his limbs and torso seemed to be torn apart by an unknown gust of wind.

Because of that "spirit," it must be separated from the marrow that symbolizes the spirit, from flesh and blood!
Now, stepping on that withered flower, leaning against that dark purple hyacinth—

Even though the tiger's mouth gripping the dagger was trembling violently, his already broken arm still stretched out steadily.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

Letting his spirit vent freely, his torn vocal cords emitted angry roars.

"Thorn-"

The sound of a sharp weapon slicing through flesh.

Soft and resilient skin was ripped open like a taut plastic bag.

"Chichi-"

Blood foam splattered from the blood vessels.

The severed throat, like a slit in a bottle, sprayed a red mist towards the flowerbed.

The blood of a villain is no different from that of an ordinary person.

……

Assassin had no idea this would happen.

"Uh--"

His hands instinctively reached back and choked his throat, trying to stop the flow of life and the blood rushing into his lungs.

Conan deprived all Heroic Spirits and Masters of the support of their magic—their physical bodies, which were identical to those of the universe itself.

Under the adjustment of the unique Reality Marble belonging to [Sherlock Holmes].

The environmental RSI value is an intermediate value that feels harmonious between the two element axes of the [cosmos].

This is also why, without an effect value, this [Property Boundary] cannot be activated at all.

Therefore, for the soul, the body is both a gift that allows interaction with all things and a constraint that can only be followed in sequence.

All the Heroic Spirits now possess physical bodies.

Naturally, they could only act under the constraints of that God.

Assassin's figure became hunched and staggering in a way that was "biologically" consistent.

A rusty smell permeated the space around the church, and the originally black and wide assassin's robes were stained with large patches of dark red, becoming deep and damp.

With an incredulous look in his eyes behind the white mask, the strength that sustained him was drained away as the spurting blood became a trickle.

Zaid didn't even say a few more words.

He simply fell backward in a physically correct manner, guided by an unbalanced center of gravity.

Regardless of who is behind Assassin, or who instigated his betrayal.

The person who killed Kotomine Risei now lies dead in the flowerbed.

……

Kirei Kotomine won.

Regardless of why the enemy was careless or what kind of backup plan they had prepared,

Now he is tasting the irreversible consequences of his arrogance.

Death... a death denied by the world.

Even though his body was still twitching slightly, Kirei, as the proxy, was very clear about the consequences of his fatal blow.

But now I feel neither joy nor much sorrow.

One reason is that—

After the Command Seals were exhausted, the bindings on the [soul] were released.

At this moment, Kirei Kotomine is like a rabid dog that has been unleashed, gnawing at Kirei's heart as he tries to accept himself again.

However, Kirei Kotomine still had the strength to deal with this torture.

As long as one is within Conan's Reality Marble, the constraints of the technique can maximize the effectiveness of both the physical and mental aspects, even without Command Seals.

In the past, aside from what was explicitly stated in the character design, there was an essential pursuit of pain and pleasure.

And that perseverance that has been fighting against one's own nature since childhood.

Before meeting Gilgamesh, Kirei had already denied his own "persona".

This is precisely where the contradictions of human nature lie.

Kirei then used the contradictions he had discovered to try to control himself, even after he had killed someone and become a "suspect".

But my father still died.

When this thought surfaced in Kirei's mind, it felt as if his chest had been pierced by some invisible blunt object, reminding him of a greater despair and grief.

But it was as if some firm belief or strange feeling had pierced his consciousness.

Assassin's cold words echoed in my ears—"He has only one breath left."

If Assassin's last breath wasn't just some kind of exaggeration...

Those swaying plants!
Their swaying may indeed stem from a life's final struggle.

Despite his body being torn apart by the "soul," Kirei Kotomine did not hesitate for a moment as he rushed to his father's side and knelt down.

He reached out his hand, intending to use the sacred arts and miracles taught by the church to save his dying father.

A slightly trembling chant arose, and Kirei touched the wound on his chest with his palm.

Nothing happened.

After the body's instinctive action, the somewhat dazed mind finally came to its senses—

Magic no longer exists.

Qi Li stared blankly at her palm.

He originally thought he had found a "land of plenty" bestowed by the Lord, a refuge where his soul could find peace.

But as the Alliance has repeatedly emphasized.

This is nothing more than a small island and a spring of sweet water on a boundless sea and an endless wasteland.

Like a child lost from its parents, Kirei felt helpless, and her throat tightened.

Almost instinctively, he wanted to get up, rush out of the church, and find anyone who could help his father.

But before taking a step, he vaguely realized—

He needed to check on his father's injuries first.

Kirei knelt down again and carefully laid her father, who had collapsed on the flowerbed, against her chest.

Kotomine Risei is in very bad shape right now. The blood hole in his chest is almost dried up, and has even become deep and dark—

The enemy chose the most cruel and intelligent way, forcing him to die slowly in prolonged agony.

Kirei's act of moving the "corpse" seemed to elicit some response from Father Lizheng, who was already in a coma.

Under Kirei's sorrowful gaze, [Kotomine Risei] opened his eyes as if in a final burst of energy.

Was it some kind of great paternal love that played a role in it?
Or perhaps, it's a touch of tenderness within the cold and ruthless "inertia of history"?
[Kotomine Risei] left Kirei his final will: "Run... Kirei... hurry—"

Kirei's body immediately stiffened, and a chilling feeling suddenly shot up his spine.

It wasn't just because of the meaning behind her father's last words, but also because of the "premonition" that her body felt as a result—a premonition that Kirei couldn't face.

The body took action before the mind could even react.

Almost instinctively, Kirei hugged his father's body and leaped backward.

……

However, although I hate to say it, it's regrettable:

The term "strong" has become a unique pronoun, even requiring emphasis.

The key lies in the desperate gap between them and everyone else.

"Boom-"

What exactly was that subtle yet deafening sound?

In the deep, dark, blood-filled hole in his father's chest, a heart made of black mud has begun to beat.

After realizing Kirei's abnormality, Black Sakura devoted even more of her power.

—In the most efficient way.

……

And so, that faint glimmer of hope vanished.

So finally.

even--

Even her father's body could not rest in peace.

Kirei had no choice but to start running.

(End of this chapter)