"Live sacrificial children practicing magic? Such a despicable act simply defiles the king's eyes."
After Locke killed the King of Oil, Gilgamesh jumped down from the hole, walked over to Locke, and casually dispelled the air around him, looking extremely disgusted.
"Actually, you don't have to follow."
"That's too bad. Once you leave the king's sight, I will subconsciously forget about you before you disable that ability. I generously allow you to share the glory with this king. Don't thank me, hahahahaha!"
Locke, who was outwardly roasted and inwardly tender by Gilgamesh's rambling, turned his head and looked at Gilgamesh with mentally deficient eyes, but the other party didn't care. He held his forehead and laughed with a very proud expression, completely unlike the impression Locke had of him in the first ten years.
The two Lockes looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes toward Gilgamesh, who was about to become a comic relief character.
Gilgamesh's low laughter subsided. The corners of his lips were still curled with playfulness, but a profound wisdom flickered in his eyes.
He raised a finger toward the witch Medea, who was paralyzed on the ground and completely unconscious, and calmly and temptingly said:
"But what are you going to do about this woman?"
Gilgamesh decided to stay with Locke for a very simple reason.
He simply wanted to see with his own eyes whether the future that this teenager was trying to avoid would still unfold along its predetermined trajectory, unchanging.
He wanted to see with his own eyes the future where this race called humans, relying solely on their own will and strength, broke free from all the shackles of all unnecessary gods, servants, and planets, and finally carved their indestructible traces into the star sea of half the galaxy.
Therefore, when the opportunity arose, he would ruthlessly administer a test called "humanity" to Locke, pulling him out of his greenhouse with his own hands, to completely rid him of these unrealistic, naive fantasies of trying to erase all the suffering in the world.
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Of course, Locke not only did not reject Gilgamesh's sharp temptations time and again, but he also considered it correct. After all, as an actor, it's not advisable to perform a solo show if no one can play opposite him, right?
Locke slowly walked over to Medea on his crutches, leaned down, and gently took the curled-up witch, who was still frowning even in a coma, into his arms. Looking at her pale face, his low voice was wrapped in an indissoluble pity.
"She is a poor person who has been deceived by fate her entire life. I do not deny the evil she has committed, but the root of it all began with a sincerity that was repeatedly betrayed and ultimately completely shattered."
"Oh?"
Gilgamesh's tone suddenly became unpleasant, and a sense of foreboding arose in his heart.
"Your eyes, which can see through the long river of time, must also see that she was supposed to meet someone who couldn't match her in this Holy Grail War."
"If she returns to the Holy Grail right now, she will never be able to break free from the fateful shackles of the 'betrayed witch.'"
Gilgamesh's brows furrowed deeply, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he secretly cried out in his heart: Why is my super MR (Mythic Rare) that crosses the star sea suddenly looking like such a long and crooked background?
"I remember you weren't such an ignorant person. Shouldn't your love be the grand vision for all of humanity? Why do you now need to abandon your greater self for this small person to save this small self?"
Faced with Gilgamesh's didactic questions, Locke raised his hand and slowly channeled an incomparably vast magical energy into Medea's body, stabilizing her spiritual foundation, which was on the verge of collapse, so that she would not immediately return to the Holy Grail.
Then he slowly raised his eyes to look at Gilgamesh. His tone was calm but carried an undeniable conviction:
"No. I simply suddenly realized that instead of the empty and abstract concept of 'loving humanity,' I should first learn to love every concrete person around me—as long as they still have a chance to be saved."
"After all, each of them is the object I want to save. The answer has already been given in the future. Mechanical ascension cannot fulfill my long-held dream, so I will choose another path."
His gaze looked toward the sky above the workshop dome, as if breaking through the barriers of time and space, word by word, with a sound that fell upon the earth:
"I want to create a Sixth Law that belongs only to humanity."
"I want humanity to undergo a glorious evolution!"
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In the morning, the streets of Fuyuki were still shrouded in a thin morning mist, and the asphalt road was stained with the dew from the night before. On the way to the Fujimura house, two noisy figures disturbed the tranquility of the street.
"Hey! Long Legs, can you have a better attitude? I'm Sakura's brother!"
Matou Shinji crossed his waist and strained his neck, standing before Rin Tohsaka. His symbolic seaweed head was ruffled by the morning wind, and his face was red.
"Stinky seaweed! Are you ashamed to mention Sakura?!" Rin Tohsaka immediately widened her almond-shaped eyes, stepped forward, crossed her waist, and opened fire. "Is your Matou family's face made from the pillars of the Fuyuki Bridge? You did that to Sakura, and now you have the face to call yourself her brother?!"
"Then I didn't do that at all!" Shinji's momentum instantly halved, his ears reddened, and he quickly snorted and said goodbye. "Forget it! I can't be bothered to talk to you about this! Anyway, I'm just stating my position: Sakura is now a Master. No matter what kind of abacus you have for the Holy Grail War in your heart, as long as Sakura doesn't agree, I will never let you mess around!"
"Who wants you to mess around?! Don't be so sentimental, stinky seaweed!"
They kept arguing, and they argued so much they wanted to fight on the spot. This pair of enemies, born to deal with each other, used their most awkward and two-faced ways to protect the same sister.
No, what timeline is this? Why has Shinji become so harmless? And were Sakura's circumstances known in advance?
Where did this forbidden knowledge come from? Is this still the Fuyuki he knows? How can it be so strange?
"Rin? Shinji?"
Suddenly, a soft, familiar voice came from the roadside, instantly interrupting their quarrel.
The two, both red-faced, shut their mouths, turned their heads, and saw Shirou Emiya standing under a nearby streetlamp, still holding his phone and blankly staring at them.
He hadn't been able to contact Locke all morning and always felt that something was wrong, so he had been walking down the street looking for him, but he hadn't expected to run into these two enemies arguing.
Rin Tohsaka, who had just been fighting with Shinji like a cat with its fur on end, instantly lost all her spikes the moment she saw Shirou Emiya.
With a neat blink, she circled around Shirou Emiya, her slender fingers tightly gripping the hem of her school uniform, half of her head sticking out, pointing at the stunned Matou Shinji, her voice full of grievance:
"Shirou! This guy is bullying me!"
Matou Shinji: "???"
Matou Shinji: "Do you have a conscience?!"
Just as the three were making noise and fussing, not far away, deep in the shadow of the street trees, a figure in a blue tight suit quietly disappeared into the shadows.
The unknown lucky bastard snorted impatiently. His crimson eyes were fixed on the three defenseless people in the middle of the street, and his entire body was full of dissatisfaction and hostility at being forced to carry out such a dirty assassination plan.