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

Chapter 411 [The Universe is a Giant Galgame] (Seeking monthly votes at the beginning of the month)
This is a plan in which all parties have contributed their efforts and paid a price.

The more uncontrollable factors there are, the harder it is to know what kind of result these factors will bring together.

For those who are powerless to change the situation, they often use the word "accident" to describe it.

"Yes, it's a pity that an accident happened."

Those who wear black at the funeral.

The person sitting on the porch of a Japanese-style cottage, wearing a large gray robe.

That's what they always say.

"Well... there's nothing we can do about it."

That great inventor, a man who could be called perfect.

Those dead souls, the heroic spirits of primates, even the Alaya of countless primates, the Gaia of countless lives.

They think so too.

There is no perfect solution.

Even the CYZ Alliance, has it ever achieved the best of both worlds?

They were simply trying to minimize the cost of sacrifice and exhaustively try to perfectly resolve the solvable disasters.

This cannot be said to be meaningless. Shirou Emiya held a certain degree of respect for the ideals of that "alliance".

However, if the goal is merely to mitigate the disaster, then an infinite amount of time is used as a buffer to postpone its arrival.

It's simply writing down one's own understanding of the answers within the framework of others, on a questionnaire provided by someone else.

If this is merely the destination you wish to reach.

The actions of the Chaldea.

The actions of Leonardo da Vinci.

Even those beings who constantly destroy or save in the present universe in the name of their own "justice".

How different are their actions from those of the "Alliance"?
In this system of infinitely diverse parallel universes, the destruction caused by those "stronger beings" is no greater than the happiness they bring.

Their attempts to save a person or an experience often result in a less joyful future than the tragedy that is fixed in the past.

Shirou Emiya sees this very clearly.

In this universe, there is no "choice" that does not appear before him, and no "decision" that does not occur before him.

—Save Irisviel
—Not saving [Irisviel]
It's like watching a frivolous game, or sitting in front of a screen that has nothing to do with you.

[Emiya Shirou], an existence whose very name is enough to make many "strongmen" of [Type-Moon Universe-001] flee in terror, is an existence that can never be defeated.

Standing in the narrow crevice of that world, beside the now calmer Aozaki Aoko and the solemn-looking Jewel King, they stared blankly at the screen before them.

choose……

Of course, these aren't the only two options.

[Emiya Shirou] can see more, and makes "choices" that determine where those [branches] grow.

But the difference is, where do these "choices" actually come from?

Shirou Emiya is well aware of historical inertia and its difference from compilation matters.

However, what those "strong" individuals perceive and understand through their intuition is not entirely wrong.

There is indeed something called "fate," and there is indeed a "pre-written ending."

Those "strong" who fought hard were also influenced by [Emiya Shirou] who "chose to fight."
Unless Chaldea returns it, any "process" will remain just that—a "process."

In this "still" universe, Shirou Emiya looks at the only two things that are not "still".

Floating within the [Root], under the protection of that boundless orange-red light, is [Chaldea].

Then there was the clock that shimmered with a faint silvery-white light, as if it were moving forward in a river of mercury.

[Emiya Shirou] looked around—

In a darkness as vast as the universe, the scattered orange-red starlight, even the twinkling light of the Throne of Heroes, seemed to have stopped, like a constantly lit light bulb.

[Emiya Shirou] stretched out his hand, looking at his palm which was completely devoid of any light.

This might surprise the Alliance, surprise Chaldea, and surprise every being with the power to break limits.

Extremely weak.

Anyone who sees him would think so.

Aside from the gleam in his eyes that hints at something different, [Emiya Shirou] truly lives up to the description in [Historical Inertia]—

Weak magical power, inferior and crude magical skills.

If someone were to read his memories, they would find that he is indeed almost completely ignorant of magic other than projection magic.

But no one will win in a fight with him.

But no force could prevent him from making a "choice" about the "past".

There is no other reason.

It's all because of this [Emiya Shirou], no, it should be Emiya Shirou.

He was truly one step away from success—

【Destroyer】.

……

This was undoubtedly an accident.

If you use sound causal reasoning to logically deduce and verify the recorded timeline step by step—

We will likely arrive at a number with a high degree of confidence.

This is a very reasonable conclusion.

The text discusses various aspects of historical context, Kiritsugu Emiya's "breakthrough" in character design, the "limit-breaking power" used by Sakura Black and Alice Black, and Archer and Kirei Kotomine's escape.

No matter how reasonable the possibility, it can be found.

In short, due to these factors, Irisviel and Illya were hit.

How ironic!
It is not the [Origin Missile].

It didn't originate from the struggle between magicians and heroic spirits.

With that blade of light that cleaved through time and space.

As Oumatou Sakura tries to stop Kuro Sakura from turning Archer and Kirei, who have been driven to the brink of despair, into puppets, the same thing follows.

It was a stray bullet from the past, from the still-unpeaceful town of Beika.

……

Gilgamesh's driving skills were truly superb.

If Kaito Kid's magic were to reappear in the sky, as he continuously conjured up those weapons and shields...

With the friction of the motorcycle wheels and the air cannon controlled by Kirei behind him, he once drove the "Z Wheel" to a height that even the anti-aircraft machine guns could not reach.

But no matter how Archer uses the weapons from his treasury to propel the motorcycle that has transformed into golden lightning upwards, there will still be an end to it.

"Damn it! So the ground was the real constraint on that guy!"

In a sense, this was a major mistake by Archer and a major misjudgment by Kirei.

Who could have imagined that the sky above would be a black ocean?!

A vast swamp of black mud was slowly encroaching on the clouds below and the blue sky above.

It's as if someone is gathering up a purple cloth bag, gradually extinguishing the light from reality in the folds of the clouds and the sky.

Fortunately, those ordinary iron and weapons gradually began to shimmer with divine light and brilliance.

And that's exactly what Black Sakura wanted.

Whether it's escaping that strange "Detective City" or launching those divine weapons from the treasury at himself as "Gilgamesh".

Even now, this [Heroic Spirit] has already used many of his Noble Phantasms—

The sword that split the heavens and the earth emitted a divine wind that created a fault line, which became a simulated spatial fault line to crush the enemy, attempting to restore the original hell that made that evil swamp retreat.

The cannon of fantasy collapse, filled with countless Noble Phantasms, creates a rumbling burst of magical power to clear the universe, wanting to use the brilliance that bursts out when the Noble Phantasms shatter to illuminate the clouds made of black mud.

The raging, inextinguishable fire brought with it the destructive light of thunder, and the magnificent rainbows that sculpted the mountaintops...

No matter what miracles they were, they were all submerged in that ever-growing black cloud, that ever-thickening black sea.

Just as Buddha pressed down on Sun Wukong with the Five Finger Mountain, Hei Ying slowly closed her palms, trying to suppress the two who were making noises as soft as mosquitoes and flies.

Like tectonic plate shifts, or planets colliding.

The wind pressure that could sever space could barely withstand the demonic wind, which was purely composed of malice and demonic energy.

Purple mist and streaks of figures drifted through the shattered fragments.

The air, which was originally thin at high altitudes, became viscous, so much so that it could be seen flowing between the two black walls like a transparent, colorless, oily substance. The useless air cannons became even more terrifying once again.

Compared to those divine weapons and armors that can only slow down, or even not slow down, the incoming waves.

The "diving glass," which looked as if it might shatter at any moment and was already covered with snowflake-like cracks, became all the more trustworthy.

Archer's words were filled with a sense of urgency.

He finally understood that the power he now possessed as a [Heroic Spirit] was actually less effective than the motorcycle beneath him, which looked like a toy.

"Kirei! That guy doesn't dare drop these things in the city; she only dares to make her move in places far from the city!"

Archer lowered the car, and the map he had scanned not long ago appeared in his mind.

—It landed in the Huimin Hall.
—It fell into the schoolyard.
The insights and wisdom brought by the "Omniscient and Omnipotent Star" directly determined the final decision for this king.

"We absolutely have to go to the community center!"

The king, clad in golden armor, roared, and the chains known as the Chains of Heaven stretched ever longer, dragging with inertia as they pierced the churning ocean like a hooked spear.

The mighty sword Ascalon, now in Gilgamesh's hands, shone with a light a billion times brighter than ever before.

"—You are the dragon (Abyssus Draconis)!"

There is nothing more evil than this endless sea of ​​resentment before us.

This invincible holy sword, which keeps its wielder away from all malice and harm, spontaneously shatters itself as soon as it is drawn.

That sense of blessing and protection was instinctively extinguished.

A force called Fantasy Collapse is at work, and those radiant lights are actively merging with the chains that bind heaven and earth.

By reversing and inverting the power of protection, a power called "Suppression Force" is transformed into a nail of light, becoming a sword that pierces through all armor.

The sharp chain, its tip slicing through the layers of black mud, fell toward the Beika Town Hall, carrying with it a shimmering golden light.

And [Great Matou Sakura], who had been trying to separate the closing dark world and fight against another version of herself, undoubtedly found this opportunity.

As a vague and unfounded "possibility," it's like facing that purple ocean and only being able to protect your young self.

And so, she unleashed a blade of light imbued with the hope of a "miracle."

In this endless expanse of space and time, we strive to create a window of opportunity for a breakthrough by separating time.

The tip of the chain accompanied the sonic boom of the motorcycle behind them as it crashed into the air.

"Oh!"

Like a deafening gunshot.

A large hole appeared in the ceiling of the church, and dust fell along with the shattered glass and broken beams.

……

The blank expression on Kiritsugu Emiya's face as he lay on the ground gradually returned to its usual radiance.

But that was—

An emotion I absolutely do not want to have.

Things I absolutely do not want to see.

The historical inertia of the Fourth and Fifth World Wars combined to create a powerful force.

The scattered soul, the separated spirit, and the broken body have become one.

"Ho-"

Kiritsugu Emiya was unable to utter a single word.

Like a patient who has lost their voice due to a major misfortune, they can only make faint sounds from their hoarse throat.

In the sky, scorching flames, like lava, flowed from the shattered dome.

Black flames were flowing from that "hole," pouring into everything inside the building.

The unexpected outcome far exceeded Black Sakura's expectations.

All the prerequisites are exactly the same as those for the coming of the Holy Grail.

The black sludge finally found its opportunity.

The consciousness mixed in with the black mud, and the power surging into the Holy Grail, were now unimpeded.

[Artoria] is not here now.

If that's the case, who can stop the sole victor from reaping her rewards?
Sakura Matou restrained the black mud from overflowing from inside the stadium.

With a vengeful joy, she tried to gather the black mud into a shape.

As long as there is a physical body, as long as one can make a sound.

That Holy Grail, containing immeasurable [Heroic Spirits], must—

……

This applies to both Irisviel and Ilya.

Rather than saying that the "gunshot" caused irreparable damage.

Rather, it was the pressure that truly affected the two of them—the attempt to reject them and to salvage Kiritsugu Emiya's fate.

It's snowing, and the white scenery keeps repeating itself.

She was in a castle surrounded by eternal snow and wind, in the room where Ilya's child was born.

Black Alice sat on the edge of the bed with disheveled hair, gazing at the child lying in the warm and comfortable bed with a loving look.

Ilya and Ilya lay side by side, as if they were asleep.

The little house that he had carefully woven for his daughter now seemed to be swaying in the wind and rain, drifting like the black mud and sand rising from the seabed.

“Ilya… had a terrible dream.”

The murmuring, fading voice foreshadowed the impending end.

[Historical inertia] is knocking on the door.

Like cancer cells spreading, the black mud embedded in Ilya's body wanted to see the child as a "phantom in a dream".

Irisviel stared blankly at a pill lying beside the child.

An unprecedented tenderness emanated from her.

Black Alice felt as if she had returned to the past, to the moment when she could only witness her child being killed by Kiritsugu.

Yes, she finally remembered.

She was, after all, Irisviel.

Or is it a ghost trapped in the "Einzbern Consultation Room," a sin itself disguised as "Irisviel"?

but--

The real Irisviel must have felt despair and pain because her daughter was killed.

The real Irisviel must have felt disgusted by her husband's betrayal.

Even if one is a fake.

Are these emotions also false?

Black Alice doesn't think her love is fake.

Now that outer shell is about to dissolve, before the hatred outside the window can intrude into this warm little house, the Holy Grail must make a wish upon itself.

Black Alice put the pill, which symbolized separation, into her daughter's mouth.

Irisviel then made a wish to herself, expressing her desire for the Holy Grail to grant her wish.

She gently kissed Ilya's forehead and uttered her last wish before disappearing.

"Ilya, grow up quickly and healthily."

……

Both [Jewel Elder] and [Aozaki Aoko] felt the power that shook the [Root].

Aozaki Aoko finally understood why the man in front of her was so terrifying.

"Shirou Emiya, you...you actually—!"

She was so shocked by this extraordinary scene that she couldn't speak, but her rebuke fell silent under Shirou Emiya's gaze.

Rarely, this supreme being who constantly made choices had empty eyes, seemingly staring at a void that no one could reach.

Yes, he has the right to choose, but only he has the right to choose.

For example, at this moment, all Shirou Emiya can do is:

—Choose [Irisviel] to become the [Third Magician]
—Choose Illyasviel to become the Third Magician.
[Type-Moon Universe-001] The existing universe, recognized by two sets of [historical inertia]...

The "first," or "second," [the third magician] was born.
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