Type-Moon: Root Seiko

Either they'll be implicated by her and die at the hands of those who want to kill her.

Kiritsugu Emiya was one of them.

But I'll probably forget about it soon.

She packed her few remaining belongings and searched for the next village, the next employer, to continue making a living by killing... That's how it should be.

But the woman who was ten years older than him, whom he had saved once on the battlefield when he was a child, suddenly came to him.

She claims that she has now changed her name to Hisayuu Maiya, the name given to her by Kiritsugu Emiya.

She said that she was the one who told Kiritsugu Emiya that Canaan existed in this world.

She said that Canaan was extremely dangerous, a born monster that could only survive by killing, but had no feelings about killing; a demon in human skin.

She said that Kiritsugu Emiya came to hunt down Canaan in order to realize his ideal of world peace.

"But isn't that strange?"

Canaan tilted his head: "The number of people I've killed in my entire life is less than the number that man killed in one bombing of the village. He even poisoned the village's only well to try and kill me. Pregnant mothers and young children died because of it!"

Hisayu Maiya replied without any change in expression: "But if you are allowed to live, even more people will die in the future."

"When weighed on a scale, it is still a worthwhile sacrifice."

Ah... Even Canaan, who felt very abnormal, could only be speechless at this answer. What could he say?

This judgment might be correct; Canaan also felt that he would definitely continue killing people in the future.

Assuming I live to be 80, and I kill one person every day, I would have to kill at least 20,000 people.

But to kill someone based solely on such imagined numerical comparisons, and with the aim of so-called "world peace," isn't that even more abnormal than her?

"You and that man are really crazy enough," Canaan retorted.

But just when she felt that the only option was to draw her gun and shoot back, Maiya said that she wasn't there to avenge Kiritsugu Emiya.

On the contrary, she was fulfilling Kiritsugu Emiya's dying wish.

Hisayu Maiya handed Canaan a box of sealed ammunition.

Inside is a conceptual weapon made by Kiritsugu Emiya from his own ribs, which is said to have a fatal effect on magicians who have fully activated their magic circuits.

She also provided cash and gold bars to cover travel expenses, a summoning ritual array for heroic spirits, and the entire itinerary for the trip to Fuyuki City.

“‘If I am killed by that girl, you must persuade her to participate in the Holy Grail War’... That was Kiritsugu’s order to me.”

Hisayuu Maiya's eyes showed neither sorrow nor joy, yet they revealed an indescribable color to Canaan, whose senses were in turmoil.

It was heavy like soil, sometimes resembling an impure coffee color, and sometimes turning pure white.

Ah, I see… Canaan suddenly understood.

This older sister is dead; she died along with Kiritsugu Emiya.

She is now just a living corpse, about to follow that man to the afterlife.

But in these last few moments, Hisayu Maiya still managed to express a trace of emotion:

"You're sure to find interesting people and things in the Holy Grail War. Even for a monster like you who has no ideals or beliefs, it will be an interesting stage."

"If you ultimately win, then you can make a wish upon the Holy Grail. To know why you were born and what the meaning of your life is."

"And if you die in the Holy Grail War, that would be wonderful."

"I know this is illogical and a case of turning the tables. But I still sincerely wish for this—that you die in agony."

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"She's probably a born abnormal person. As for whether her mental abnormality is caused by physiological synesthesia or by mutations in her brain's neural pathways, we don't know."

After Luo Zhen brought Canaan home and had Orange perform a simple check-up, this was the first thing she said.

Luo Zhen has already told Orange the whole story that Canaan told him.

Upon hearing that Canaan possessed the unusual ability of "synesthesia," a mixture of the five senses, Orange immediately made a blindfold to cover her vision and put it on her, then cast spells to block out all of her five senses.

Canaan, still with his hands tied behind his back, sits in a corner under the watchful eye of Yuzhu, humming a little tune to himself.

Even though she should have no hearing left, she can still move her mouth and nose with the little sense of touch she has left, and the music isn't even out of tune. It's terrifying.

This made Jeanne frown deeply: "This is really too much. That man named Emiya hunted her down on trumped-up charges, and even after he died, he still wanted to trick her into sacrificing herself in the Holy Grail War. This is just too much!"

"Really? I don't think so," Orange replied casually.

She also set up her workbench, remotely controlling the workshop's dolls to continue production, while casually chatting:

"That Emiya is probably what you call a foolish idealist, or a pessimist. After hearing this story, I think I understand. That man became a magician killer because he felt that magicians, who are willing to sacrifice anyone for their own purposes, shouldn't live in this world."

"How ridiculous, his actions are no different from those of a magician. He pursues a so-called peace that he has no idea how to achieve, and the only means he can think of to carry it out is killing. He is clearly just a human being, yet he tries to weigh human lives on a scale."

"That man is less of an evil person and more of a madman. If he were to participate in the Holy Grail War, he might just summon Baron Bluebeard, who went mad because of your death, saintess, through compatibility."

"This……"

Joan of Arc looked extremely distressed, her brows furrowed and her lips clenched tightly, ultimately unable to utter a single word.

She looked to Luo Zhen for help, hoping he could say something.

After listening to Canaan's account of his experiences, Luo Zhen remained silent.

As Joan of Arc pleaded in his eyes, Luo Zhencai finally turned to his family:

"A synesthetic experience involving all five senses. That would be being able to taste the flavor of a sound and the color of a word."

"If it were a typical pathological condition, it would just be a mixed one, resulting in severe social difficulties. But her case seems more like a mutation in magic circuits, right?"

"Her senses are not only mixed, but also highly developed and acute. Like predictive futurism, which is essentially deducing the future based on subtle information that would otherwise be ignored, similar to a kind of quantum computing, her empathy has already surpassed this kind of futurism, and she can probably even do things like mind reading."

Luo Zhen frowned, looking somewhat uneasy.

He looked at his beloved wife: "Orange, I want to let her go and cooperate with her."

“She shouldn’t be treated like this. With this congenital mutation and having been a child soldier since childhood, she has witnessed countless horrific things. I want to help her, at least to let her know that I can be her friend.”

“…………€€~”

Orange sighed and rubbed her forehead in disgust, knowing that this jerk was trying to take someone home again.

Chapter 51 How wonderful it would be to have a mature and elegant woman like King Arthur!

"Let me reintroduce myself. My name is Canaan, and I am the Master of Berserker."

Canaan, now free, was very composed, still wearing her usual carefree smile.

For some reason, this woman's limbs were incredibly coordinated. Her strong, slender limbs and supple waist gave her the appearance of a feline, and every movement she made was pleasing to the eye.

Perhaps empathy not only gave her mind-reading predictive abilities, but also allowed her to naturally gain ultimate control over her own body, making her seem like a member of a mountain assassination cult in this respect.

She held up two fingers and saluted Luo Zhen and Irisviel, who had just arrived at the house:

"I like guns and sweets. I'm probably seventeen or eighteen years old this year. I'm currently a slave who was temporarily released after being captured by Luo Zhen. Nice to meet you."

Irisviel: "...Slave?"

The android princess arrived at Luo Zhen's house as promised, looking at Luo Zhen with a suspicious yet subtle expression, and took two steps back.

Just as Luo Zhen was about to ask, "Are you serious about taking a half-step back?", Lancer actually materialized in front of her, protecting his Master.

"Saber's Master, I think we need some explanation. When did another Berserker appear? The Greater Grail hasn't even started supplying magic yet, has it?"

"Oh yes, that's what I wanted to ask too."

Luo Zhen then turned his attention to the overly familiar Canaan: "Why did you summon the Heroic Spirit so early? And how did you supply her with magic? You…"

Glug glug~

Before Luo Zhen could ask any further questions, a drumming sound came from Canaan's stomach.

She rubbed her firm, flat stomach, her expression drooping: "Is there anything I can eat? Preferably high in calories and sugar... Actually, I have very severe hypoglycemia. If I don't keep replenishing my nutrition, my 'battery' will run out..."

Jeanne: "Oh Master! Lady Canaan has really fainted, she's collapsed! And actually, I'm hungry too, can we have a midnight snack together?"

"...Alas(ノへ￣、)"

Orange and Yuzhu were right to run away first, Luo Zhen sighed, covering his face.

The 'you got what you deserve' look they gave me before they left made Luo Zhen realize that they had anticipated how troublesome this situation would be.

But what can we do?

This is my fault for picking up pets randomly everywhere; I must take responsibility.

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Although it was very inappropriate, Luo Zhen still started cooking in the middle of the night in order to feed his hungry family.

This was probably the first time Irisviel had seen such a homely atmosphere, and as she sat at the dining table, she looked around with great curiosity.

Those large, ruby-like eyes blinked incessantly, filled with childlike innocence: "Hey Saber. Is this really your base? Is it just an ordinary house? Although I can sense very strong magical protection, I've never seen such a cozy workshop before!"

“Yes, because this is our home first and foremost.” Joan of Arc puffed out her chest with great pride.

The Holy Maiden has changed back into her usual home clothes, and is now wearing a schoolgirl-style cardigan and pleated skirt that Luo Zhen picked out for her.

The plump thighs extending from the chair were clad in white over-the-knee socks carefully chosen by Luo Zhen. Between them and the short skirt, a section of almost overflowing "absolute territory" was presented to his eyes, a feast for the eyes!