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"You won't do anything to Olga while she's unconscious, will you?" Leonardo da Vinci breathed a sigh of relief, knowing from Le Zhengling's tone and actions that he wouldn't make things difficult for Olga anymore.

“I’m not a pervert.” Yue Zhengling shrugged.

"That's good. Although I still have many questions to ask, it seems I'll have to wait until next time. After all, those people behind you are probably getting impatient, aren't they?" Da Vinci gestured to Yue Zhengling with his eyes to be careful.

Le Zhengling turned around and looked at the several maids led by a man. "Yes, I suppose they've been listening for so long that they're already mentally prepared, don't you think—Magician Killer, Mr. Emiya Kiritsugu."

Chapter 300 Einzbern (Part 1)

Emiya Kiritsugu didn't react much to the fact that the person opposite him called out his name before he could even introduce himself.

Since the two appeared near Einzbern Castle, Einzbern's security barrier had been monitoring them.

Kiritsugu learned the other party's identity through Yubustakuhaid's explanation: the one who fainted was the heir of the Animusfia family, who claimed to be one of the twelve monarchs of the Clock Tower.

Those who call out his name and whose appearance is androgynous have more complicated identities.

The body used by the other party was created by Einzbern, so whether it was the white hair that was no different from the white hair of the Einzbern androids in the black and white interweaving, or the bright red but pure pupils, one could see that he was related to Einzbern.

However, Yubustakuhaid could not answer what was inside that body. When Kiritsugu pressed him for an answer, he only said three words: "Great terror."

“Listen, do you know this person? Or—” Leonardo da Vinci hesitated before speaking.

"It's alright, Da Vinci. Oh, by the way, if possible, you should record this person's physical information, because his heroic spirit form is also recorded on the boundary record tape, although he is not a true heroic spirit in the strict sense."

"Huh? This person can become a Heroic Spirit?" Dr. Roman looked surprised. "In the modern world, there are still people who can be celebrated and become Heroic Spirits?"

"Doctor, you underestimate the modern magic world. Let me tell you, the Emiya family is full of heroes, and everyone who has eaten their food is a Heroic Spirit." Yue Zhengling glanced at the conflicted Emiya Kiritsugu and said with a smile.

"The Emiya family members who became Heroic Spirits include Kiritsugu Emiya, his wife Irisviel von Einzbern, and their daughters Illyasviel von Einzbern and Chloe von Einzbern." At this point, Yue Zhengling deliberately paused, looking at Kiritsugu Emiya's hesitant expression.

"And then there's my son, Emiya Shirou, and my daughter, Emiya Miyu. Well, not all of them. As far as I know, the third child, Hisa Umai, didn't become a Heroic Spirit—hmm, could it be because she didn't change her gender to Emiya?"

When Kiritsugu Emiya heard Yue Zhengling say this, his poker face finally broke down. He knew that his wife and daughter were still watching this place, and he was not wrong. Inside Einzbern Castle, Irisviel's expression became quite interesting.

Even more terrifying, this person claimed to have several other children. Leaving aside the one with the Einzbern surname, what about Shirou Emiya and Miyu Emiya?! Maiya and his own children?! How is he going to explain this to his wife now?!

"Honorable guests, Chief Yubustakuhaid invites you to the castle for a gathering." Just as Kiritsugu was at a loss for what to do, one of the maids following behind him stepped forward, bowed, and spoke.

“Alright, I also have something I want to talk to him about.” Yue Zhengling nodded, then took two steps forward and deliberately stopped in front of Emiya Kiritsugu. “The Einzbern’s tragic wish may be fulfilled, but your naive wish has absolutely no hope of success. At least the corrupted Greater Grail has no power to grant your wish. No matter what you wish for it, it will only end in destruction.”

Kiritsugu Emiya's body stiffened abruptly, and he stared at Yue Zhengling with sharp eyes. "What does this mean?"

"The meaning is clear: the Holy Grail doesn't have the power to grant your wishes. The moment you see the true face of the Holy Grail, you'll know what's going on." Yue Zhengling started walking again. "Of course, you can also get all the truth from me, including the reason why the Greater Grail was corrupted, the true meaning of the Holy Grail War hoax, and the original fate of you and your loved ones. Of course, this isn't arbitrary; I want your Origin Bullet and your Emiya family's magical research."

"If you agree, I'll tell you a story," Yue Zhengling said in an ethereal tone as she walked.

—The man who was more idealistic than anyone else, yet despaired because of it.

This person's dream is so simple: to sincerely hope that everyone in the world is happy and fulfilled, nothing more.

Every teenager once harbored naive ideals, but gradually gave them up after understanding the harshness of reality.

Happiness comes at the cost of sacrifice—every child learns to justify themselves with this principle as they grow up.

But he was different.

Or perhaps he is more foolish than anyone else, or perhaps there is something wrong with his head, or perhaps he belongs to the kind of person who is burdened with a destiny that is not understood by ordinary people and is called a "saint".

When he realized that all life in this world was placed on the two ends of a scale of sacrifice or salvation...

When he realized that neither of the pans on the scales would ever be emptied...

From that day on, he resolved to become the measurer of this scale.

If we want to reduce the world’s lamentations more and more effectively, there is no other way.

In order to save even one more person on this side, one must abandon even one less person on the other side.

To ensure the survival of the majority, the extermination of the minority.

Therefore, the more people he saved, the more skilled he became at killing.

Countless times, his hands were stained with blood, but he never flinched.

They stop at nothing, disregard right and wrong, and only demand that they become the most accurate scales.

Make sure you never miscalculate the number of your lives.

Life has no distinction of rank or age; "one life" is its only unit.

He saves people indiscriminately, and he kills people indiscriminately as well.

By the time he realized what was happening, it was too late.

When a person treats everyone fairly and justly, it is equivalent to him being unable to love anyone.

It would have been better if he had kept this principle in mind earlier.

If you let a young heart freeze and die, turning it into a bloodless and tearless measuring instrument, then he only needs to continue to coldly distinguish between the living and the dead, and live his life indifferently, without any worries.

But he is not that kind of person.

The happy smiles of others filled him with joy, while the sound of others weeping touched his heartstrings.

He was enraged by the despair and resentment of others, and he couldn't help but reach out and wipe away the tears of loneliness shed by others.

In pursuing ideals that transcend human norms, he was too much like an ordinary person.

This contradiction has undoubtedly brought him countless punishments.

We've had friendships, we've had love.

But even when these lives he cherished, along with countless other lives he had never met, were placed on either side of the scale—

He never makes a mistake. No matter who he loves, he still treats their life as equal to that of others, cherishing it equally and discarding it equally.

All along, he and all those he cherished were destined to part forever the moment they met.

Now, the greatest punishment for him is about to befall him.

Upon hearing this opening statement, Kiritsugu Emiya felt a chill run through his body. It wasn't the cold from the icy landscape, but a chill that emanated from the depths of his soul, a shiver of dread at the unknown.

Sweating profusely, Kiritsugu Emiya trembled as he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a deep drag, suppressed his fear, and looked up at the azure sky.

He clearly understood that he had encountered the biggest turning point in his life. Before this, he had thought that the biggest turning point in his life was when he received Einzbern's help.

As a result, now someone has foreshadowed his potential life of having nothing in just a short paragraph, which makes him feel extremely unreal.

Hearing the crunching sound of footsteps on the snow behind him, growing ever more distant, Kiritsugu Emiya spread his hands to shield his eyes from the sunlight.

"The man, more idealistic than anyone else, yet driven to despair by it, is about to face his greatest punishment—should I hear this story, Alice?"

Standing alone on the snow, whispering to himself, Kiritsugu Emiya recalled his wife's loving gaze, and his eyes gradually hardened.

He threw down the cigarette he had barely taken a few puffs of and turned to chase after Yue Zhengling.

"Da Vinci, now tell me how to use this thing." Le Zhengling was surrounded by four maids. He was carrying Olga on his back and lifted her up to prevent her from slipping down.

"Oh dear, let's talk about that later. I'm more interested in what you're sticking out right now." Da Vinci chuckled. Everyone in Chaldea was still busy. Although it was training time, the seven members of Group A had no intention of leaving the control room.

"So what if you're interested? How much can you really learn by following one world? If you really want to see something, you might as well go directly to your Einzbern. I think you and Einzbern should have a lot in common, especially in terms of exchanging information about android technology."

Le Zhengling offered an opinion on Leonardo da Vinci's words, the truth of which was unknown.

“That’s a good suggestion, but I can’t leave Chaldea. Why don’t you go in my place when you come back?” Leonardo da Vinci asked tentatively.

"No thanks, I won't do it, farewell!" Le Zhengling waved his hand, ending the conversation.

The group gradually arrived at Eindzbern Castle, looking at the ancient castle built on the frozen ground.

The castle is shrouded in multiple layers of illusion and magical barriers, and will never be revealed except in extremely rare circumstances.

Today, invited by the group, Yue Zhengling and his entourage finally saw this castle that has existed for over a thousand years.

"Those hateful rich people!" Le Zhengling couldn't help but curse as he looked at the magnificent stone city.

Upon hearing his words, everyone on the Chaldea side looked at him with strange expressions.

“Ling, as my disciple, you have really embarrassed me,” Leonardo da Vinci said in a joking tone.

Le Zhengling glanced at her. "You, a member of the wealthy landowning class, simply cannot understand the suffering of a commoner like me. To put it simply, it's easy for you to talk when you're not in my shoes! What, want to try some poisoned spears from an African?!"

Le Zhengling, who was stunned by the Einzbern family's appearance, spoke somewhat incoherently, or rather, it was not incoherent but a genuine expression of emotion.

At least, for the first time, Leonardo da Vinci gleaned a little bit about his past from his playful remarks.

Emiya Kiritsugu, who caught up from behind, also heard these words. He was taken aback at first, and then, looking at the Einzbern Castle under the winter sun, he recalled the first time he saw the castle, and his lips twitched a few times.

The castle gates slowly opened, and after passing through a huge courtyard, the group finally arrived at the main gate of the inner city.

An old man stood in front of the main gate.

"I am the current patriarch of the Einzbern, Yubustakuhaid von Einzbern." The old man slowly opened his closed eyes and stared intently at Yue Zhengling.

"Traveler from a parallel world, before welcoming you to Einzbern, I have a question for you," the old man said in a serious tone.

"Is it true that the Greater Grail was corrupted, as you mentioned before?"

"Oh, it's true. It's because you cheated in the Third Holy Grail War by using the Zoroastrian scriptures to summon the eighth class, Avenger Angra Mainyu. As a [evil] concept, after He was defeated and returned to the Holy Grail, He corrupted the Great Grail, which was originally a collection of attribute-less magical energy."

"Wait, wait, wait!! What did you just say? The absolute evil god of Zoroastrianism, Angora Manuel!? That kind of being can be summoned by the Holy Grail? And he even lost?!" Dr. Roman exclaimed again.

Kiritsugu Emiya also frowned as he looked at Le Zhengling.

“I don’t know if the real Holy Grail can summon the real Angola Mainyu, but the one in Fuyuki City definitely can’t.” Yue Zhengling looked at the doctor with a half-smile.

"Let alone gods, even Grand Heroic Spirits cannot summon the Holy Grail. Oh, of course, there is a chance if a Grand Heroic Spirit voluntarily relinquishes their Grand status."

"Also, if you're going to listen to a story, just listen to the story. Don't you know that interrupting someone is very rude?"

After hearing Yue Zhengling's pointed remark, the doctor wisely kept quiet.

“That’s right, the Angolan Manu I summoned back then was not a god, but an ordinary young man who died before even surviving his first battle.” Yubustakuhaid admitted his past with a gloomy face.

“Because that person’s original true identity was indeed an ordinary young man, born in an ordinary village that worshipped Zoroastrianism, and who had never been exposed to magic and mystery during his upbringing,” Yue Zhengling said softly.

"Until one day, in order to prove that all people in the world possess goodness, the villagers sacrificed the youth as a symbol of all the evil in the world, bearing all the sins of the world."

"In short, he dumped all the evil on him so that everyone else would be innocent. Although it was an absurd method, he did 'save' some people and thus became the ultimate anti-hero."

Le Zhengling knew that he had devoured Angola Manu's spirit origin, but this spirit origin had not yet manifested, and after waking up from his slumber, those chaotic desires and malice entered a dormant period.

Even so, he often heard whispers in his ears, especially at this time, when he was telling the story of Angola Manuel, these intermittent whispers suddenly became clear.

Chapter 301 Einzbern (Part Two)

Le Zhengling could recognize his own voice, but the tone of the voice was filled with a sense of decadence that he had never heard before.

Literary works often mention devilishly alluring voices, which Le Zhengling couldn't have imagined before, but he felt that what he was hearing now was such a voice, a little higher-pitched than his usual voice, a little slower, and full of languor and lingering charm.

This voice became more active after he entered Einzbern Castle. He didn't know if it was because his body was created by Einzbern, or if there was something unknown to him influencing him.

Le Zhengling didn't delve into it. He looked up at Yubustakuhaid and said, "You are too obsessed with the Third Law. In the end, Einzbern's wish was just something given to him by the disciples of the Third Law mages. They have already abandoned this place. Haven't you ever thought about living a different life?"

“You are well aware of the truth about Einzbern. From the very beginning, we have only been given this thing, and even if it is repeated countless times, until the end of our Einzbern, or until that tragic wish is fulfilled, we will continue to repeat it.” Yubustakuhaid’s gaze did not waver in the slightest.

"As expected, you are like machines with a fixed program. Well, that's your business, since you neither expect miracles nor want change. As an outsider, I won't say anything more."

Le Zhengling shook his head. "Then, having come here by chance, may I ask you for a place to temporarily shelter me from the wind and rain, Chief Ahad?"

“As you wish—” Yubustakuhaid glanced back.

With a "rumble and creak," the heavy door slowly opened, revealing a magnificent golden entrance hall. The entrance hall, the main hall, and the corridors were adorned with vibrant flowers.

The crystal chandelier at the top of the hall was covered with ever-burning magic candles, and a precious embroidered red carpet stretched from the entrance all the way to the staircase in the distance. Countless androids stood on both sides of the red carpet, waiting with their eyes closed.

Unexpectedly, Yubustakuhaid accepted him so easily, and Le Zhengling showed a puzzled expression.

“You are not an outsider; in fact, you could say you are a member of the Einzbern.” Yubustakuhaid lowered his head, looking at Le Zhengling’s face, their blood-red eyes meeting.

Le Zhengling saw goodwill in Yubustakuhaid's eyes, while Yubustakuhaid saw wariness and doubt in Le Zhengling's eyes.

“You say we don’t want change, but that’s not true. We, the Einzbern, look forward to change, and that change has already begun because of your arrival. Although I don’t know if it’s good or bad, I have already tried to stop it.” Yubustakuhaid reached out, wanting to touch Le Zhengling’s face.

Le Zhengling frowned and took half a step back to avoid it.

Seeing his resistance, Yubustakuhaid didn't care. He withdrew his hand and stepped aside, gesturing for Le Zheng to go in.

Upon hearing this, Le Zheng's doubts deepened, but he showed no sign of backing down. With Olga Marie on his back, he calmly walked through the gate.

"Welcome back—we await the future of Einzbern." The moment Yue Zhengling stepped onto the red carpet, all the androids on either side simultaneously opened their eyes, turned to face Yue Zhengling, and said in unison.

"Ahadon, can you explain this?" Completely unprepared for such a scene, Yue Zhengling stopped in his tracks and began to think rapidly.