[Azure Silver] The Battle to Save the World
Hiroki Sajou was naturally overjoyed that Ayaka Sajou had subdued Caster and Assassin, but beneath that joy lay a deep fear.
The father, a magician, couldn't understand the child's talent, nor could he understand the child's emotions... No, when he was born, he did seem like an ordinary child, but from a certain day onwards, his smile disappeared, his gaze disappeared, his words disappeared, and even his emotions stopped fluctuating.
It's like living as if you're dead.
The effect of omniscience and omnipotence is that one cannot feel the meaning of "being alive".
A life without any obstacles, without any unknown stimulation, without needing to experience joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness over known things, and without worrying about how to overcome difficulties, will not allow one to feel the joy of life.
This is the ultimate goal pursued by modern magicians.
A miracle befell the family lineage (Satiao) that sought its roots, yet no one noticed the strangeness in their children; it was like a satirical drama.
Morgan was not a keen watcher of plays.
However, the screenwriter placed Artorius Pendragon's name in a prominent position.
Unlike those who merely cast distant glances, the British princess, who cherishes her younger brother, picked up the script, lowered her cold blue eyes to scrutinize the important plot points, and then took up her pen...
Caster's main area of activity is the Sajou residence. The famous alchemist Paracelsus is skilled in creating sites and tools, and has built the magic workshop into a heavily guarded place, which can be described as a temple that combines defense, reconnaissance and attack.
Upon learning that Aika Sajou had summoned Morgan Le Fyre through a chain, Paracelsus requested to see Morgan's restraints.
The bedroom's primary function is to provide a place for rest, so it is equipped with beds and chairs designed to help people relax and rejuvenate. It even incorporates bookshelves filled with various books to cater to the user's need for mental refreshment.
But neither books nor easy-to-read lights are necessary for "this" bedroom.
The woman lying on the bed had gentle eyes and a beautiful face. Her tightly closed silver eyelashes made her porcelain-like skin appear even whiter. Her long silver hair, like stars, was spread out under her slender figure. Even though she was just sleeping peacefully, one could imagine how stunning she would be when she opened her eyes and spoke with her cherry-pink lips.
Whoever was standing by the bed looking down at the woman would probably call her a sleeping princess or a noble princess.
Returning from the dark boudoir, the handsome young man with black hair knelt before the girl once more, repeatedly uttering heartfelt praises of submission.
"...Near-perfect magic, as expected of my lord. Even the island witch is completely under your control, a truly flawless sacrifice. You are truly far-sighted."
"Well, Assassin did help a little, but thank you for the compliment, Caster. After all, she's a legendary witch, so I was thinking that it might take a bit more effort. Fortunately, Assassin's help made it go so smoothly, and the magic worked. That's great."
Magic, a technique that cannot be explained by science, a spectacle beyond human description, possesses a law that becomes more powerful the more mysterious it is.
Magicians born in an era where mystery coexists with humanity and has not yet disappeared from the earth's surface, and an era where mystery, which has continued from ancient times to the present, has completely faded away, must be fundamentally different.
Even the magician who ruled over the five elements, who opened his secrets with the ideal of benefiting all living beings, and who established the foundation of alchemical magic and created a proud legacy, could not see through the magic of Morgan le Fay, who was born as a "mystery," a fairy, a witch, and a goblin.
—A matter of course.
When the scent of Assassin wafted from outside the botanical garden, the appearance of Ayaka Sajou caused Morgan to retract the magic she was about to unleash.
A woman covered in deadly poison, and an innocent, naive girl.
The former inevitably harbors a yearning to be touched, yet their tender hearts weep within. Regardless, they hope that their pure soul will not be tainted by themselves, and then silently embrace themselves.
Morgan would not pity that woman.
As weapons or tools, once they possess a personality, they are destined to be harmed.
Morgan knew it all too well.
The serene Hassan, raised with an education that defies morality, lives as an "assassin." If someone were to extend an olive branch to her and treat her as an "individual," she would likely dedicate herself entirely to that person.
However, if you humble yourself to the dust, you will only be trampled on and stripped away, and in the end you will leave nothing behind.
Morgan gently stroked Ayaka Sajou's hair as she murmured:
"It'll be over soon."
Berserker was the first to be eliminated, followed by Rider and Archer. Shortly after Caster and Assassin moved into the Sajou family, Lancer also announced his departure.
In other words, if Caster and Assassin, who have defected to Ayaka Sajou, commit suicide, Saber will become the victor.
King Arthur (Saber) will get what he wants.
Amidst the burning love of a young girl, and the despair of countless people.
Morgan knew this better than anyone else.
Or, we should add a girl connected to the roots here.
...That was not a golden cup used to fulfill wishes.
Beneath it lies a hungry "beast"—no, it should be said that the cup itself was merely meant to feed the unborn child, and thus began the ritual of collecting souls (nourishment).
—When will you realize it, Artorius?
Even if you're not good at detection or investigation, why not listen to your intuition... Or is there a desire in your heart that goes against justice?
However, he seems to have never been good at interpersonal relationships, and was once commented by a knight: "The king does not understand people's hearts."
My dear brother, clumsy yet walking the path of righteousness.
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When Aika Sajou once again avoided the topic of "truth," the last glimmer of hope in Artorius's heart vanished.
Knights are supposed to protect ladies;
A knight is supposed to be loyal to his lord.
However, when the object of the knight's service is actually a "hole" composed of deception and despair, he can no longer ignore the warnings from his own heart.
Sajou Aika's feelings of love were genuine and she did not lie, but she did conceal something.
"Relax, Saber. Rejoice! You are about to fulfill your own wish and save poor Britain. The Holy Grail, which can grant your wish, is now at your fingertips. I will give everything for you."
For a fairy-like beautiful girl, killing and cooking are the same thing; taking someone's life and using cooking utensils to make food are the same thing.
Therefore, the girl wiped out the lives of an entire tribe in exchange for victory in the battle against Rider.
Before disappearing, Lancer left behind a warning of an impending catastrophe:
"We cannot allow...what is hidden...within...the...Greater Grail...to be born...into this world..."
The words of the great Persian hero kept coming to mind:
"Those people in Tokyo—they had nothing to do with us before. But they are still innocent civilians. No different from those we used to protect and cherish."
Altorlis finally realized that he had overlooked many clues.
As a knight, he was skilled in various strategies for running around the battlefield, but when it came to intricate intrigue and power struggles, he was far from proficient.
The Satsuki family's botanical garden.
Unable to find the exact location of the Greater Grail, the Knight King returned to his base and spoke with Hiroki Sajou and Ayaka Sajou. He then approached Morgan le Fay, the Island Witch, the embodiment of Britain, and the elder sister of King Arthur.
The workshop, whose purpose was to provide children with opportunities to learn black magic, kept many pigeons for use as offerings.
The gray pigeon perched on the jade-white finger, turning its head to gaze at the beauty, and then flapped its wings and flew to the ground when it noticed the newcomer.
Although it was a simple set of movements, under the bright silver gauze, it exuded an ethereal and unreal atmosphere.
As if she had foreseen the future, the alluring woman with silver hair and icy eyes slowly spoke:
Have you made up your mind?
King Arthur replied, "Yes, I already know what I must protect."
The precious items he obtained from his conversation with Ayaka Sajou restored his lofty beliefs as a king, a knight, and a heroic spirit.
"I have an idea, and your assistance is necessary, Artorius."
After explaining the plan to Altoris, I was as expected to get a very conflicted look from him.
So Morgan placed the gift from a certain king in his palm, her slender fingers covering the silver knight's thick, large hand, and her delicate white hands, as if in prayer, lifted his hand, which was covered by silver armor and tightly holding "hope".
"Use it, Artorius. Let her [illegible characters] until we eradicate the Holy Grail and everything beneath it, and usher in a new tomorrow."
—Altoris's thoughts were suddenly pulled back to the past.
Around 1,500 years ago, the island of Britain was shrouded in darkness known as war and barrenness.
Invaders (Saxons) and natives, humans and monsters, external enemies and internal strife—it seems that no village has escaped the ravages of war, and no crop has escaped being trampled and destroyed. Conflicts between humans, alien races, and fantasy species have swept across that land.
There is not a day without bloodshed, not a night without a mother grieving for her children.
Crossing countless blood-stained thorns and crimson hills, amidst endless, fierce battles and seemingly ceaseless wailing, the enchantress Morgan le Fay not only repeatedly refused to offer assistance but even plotted to cause King Arthur to lose his sword.
Even when no one in his exhausted army responded, and his trusted knights either left or died in battle, leaving him all alone in his final moments, King Arthur never gave up.
For that homeland filled with despair, he abandoned his identity as a "human being" and lived only as a "king".
Amidst the endless cries of despair across the fields and the weeping prayers to heaven, they sought the only salvation.
And at this moment, 1,500 years later.
Morgan le Fay stood before King Arthur. As she took a step toward the blond king and tiptoed to bring their eyes closer, the strands of hair on their foreheads intertwined, creating a shimmering gold and silver effect.
With just a reach, he could pull the island witch into his arms.
Artorius instinctively raised his arm to wrap around Morgan's waist, but then seemed hesitant and remained suspended in mid-air.
The air within arm's reach rose as their breaths gradually blended together.
The interplay of light and shadow, azure and blue, held no resentment, no indifference, only the warmth of clasped hands and the echo of a long-awaited reply, like the most tender whispers between lovers:
Let's save the world together.
—Altorius’s outstretched arm finally landed on Morgan’s waist.
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