Tohsaka Tokiomi then took a long, slender black wooden box next to the letter and handed it to Kirei.
"Open it up and take a look. It is a personal gift from me to you."
Kirei opened the box, and in the velvet interior, a delicate dagger was neatly arranged.
"It is..."
"The Azoth Dagger. Made from ancestral jewels, it can be used as a Mystic Code after being filled with magical energy. Use this as proof that you have cultivated the magecraft of the Tohsaka family and graduated from your apprenticeship."
"..."
Kirei took the dagger in his hand and examined it carefully. His gaze fell on the sharp blade of the dagger, and he did not take his eyes off it for a long time.
Kirei's expressionless face, in Tokiomi's opinion, must be full of gratitude.
"My Mentor... Your care and high hopes for me are beyond repayment."
"You are the best reward for me, Kotomine Kirei, so that I can participate in the final battle without any worries."
Tokiomi said with a clear smile, and then stood up from the sofa.
And Kirei thought that this was exactly what fate had arranged.
If all this was a coincidence, then why did Tohsaka Tokiomi present this dagger to Kotomine Kirei at this time and place?
"By the way, I still have some of my grimoires there. Come with me, and I will give them to————"
Now, facing Tokiomi, who was walking toward the exit of the living room and turning his back toward Kirei defenselessly, was it also an accident?
The Azoth Dagger, a proof of friendship and trust, pierced through the gap between the ribs and stabbed directly into Tokiomi's heart.
After a brief moment of shock, Tokiomi, whose pupils widened due to severe pain and whose eyes were full of incredulity, looked down at the blood-stained tip of the blade.
Tokiomi staggered forward, and when he turned around, he saw Kirei with a hearty smile and blood-stained hands.
Until the end, Tokiomi's eyes did not have a trace of understanding, but with a lifeless and confused expression, he fell onto the carpet.
This magus must have stubbornly believed that his understanding was correct until the end, and refused to accept the truth.
Those who have always believed in the path they have chosen and have not hesitated to move forward every time—until they fall into the endless abyss, they still do not wake up.
Next to Tokiomi's corpse, which was gradually losing its warmth, a burst of bright aura suddenly surged, and the golden Servant shining with brilliant light materialized in front of Kirei.
"Hmph, what a disappointing ending."
With a look of contempt in his red eyes, Archer tapped the corpse of his former Master with his toe.
"I was still looking forward to a dying counterattack. Look at his blank expression. He didn't realize his stupidity until the end."
"Because there are trustworthy disciples around you, it is not unreasonable to let your guard down."
Hearing Kirei's sarcasm, Archer laughed out loud.
"Did you learn to joke so quickly?"
Kirei asked Archer with a serious expression.
"Do you really have no objection to that?"
"Before I get tired of you. When I am not interested in you anymore, you will end up like the wreckage lying here. If you want to say that you should be enlightened, you are right."
Although the other party's answer was very sharp, Kirei still did not show a trace of wavering and nodded.
Indeed, this guy is a dangerous character to whom one cannot entrust one's life.
This can be said to be a pact with a demon.
Neither benevolence nor loyalty exists; he is a tyrannical and brutal Servant with whom it is difficult to judge the stakes.
However, it is precisely because of this that he is suitable for me.
For Kirei, those guys who flaunted benevolence and morality in the past did not bring him real answers, and this Heroic Spirit who had nothing to do with benevolence and morality could become the target of Kirei's future battles.
Kirei rolled up the sleeve of his shirt to reveal the Command Spells engraved on his wrist, and then chanted majestically.
"Your body is for my use, and my destiny is your sword. In the name of the Holy Grail, do my will—"
"I swear that your offerings are my flesh and blood, my new Master."
The channel for the supply of mana was opened the moment the contract was made, and the Command Spells on his left hand, which had been used again, radiated with a burst of pain.
The pact ended, and now, the strongest and most evil group in the battle for the Holy Grail was born here without anyone knowing.
"Well, Kirei. Let's go... It is up to you to pull back the curtain on this farce. As a compliment to you, I will give you the Holy Grail."
This is a lie, of course, but he is still obsessed with the pleasure of killing his own teacher, and apparently fails to notice it.
"No problem. Hero King, you are sure to find fun in it too. Until you find the answer you want, enjoy the battle."
The red pupils, full of pleasant light, intertwined with the gaze of the black pupils immersed in emotion.
...
"Arrr... ..."
The sound of resentment emanating from the pitch-black armor was like a sharp sword piercing Saber's heart.
A blackened face emerged from the shattered helmet.
The beauty that used to be the envy of countless women was gone.
He was emaciated by his former hatred, like a ghost, and only his eyes full of hatred shone brightly.
That was the appearance of the living dead, having lost everything about himself to the curse.
The confusing story of Saber and Lancelot made Shirou complain internally.
She was pointed at by everyone in the world, was named an unchaste wife, and betrayed the King for Lancelot. In fact, her husband was not a man at all...
Guinevere, who became the Queen, was left alone in the boudoir? King Arthur, who was praised by thousands of people, was actually a woman? King Arthur, who was a woman, had a daughter with Morgan, who was also a woman?
This daughter's name is Mordred, and she directly led to the fall of Britain?
Even though he had known all this for a long time, Shirou still felt it was very melodramatic.
Of course, carefully sorting out all this:
Lancelot fell in love with Guinevere. Artoria, who realized that Guinevere was not happy, had a good relationship with them, but the traitors used this to provoke Arthur and Lancelot to oppose each other.
At this time, Arthur once again let Lancelot live, but her tolerant attitude made Lancelot directly become an unkind, unrighteous, and disloyal person in the eyes of everyone, and he was spurned by thousands of people.
And Lancelot himself regretted his failure to atone for his sins.