autocratic | and I will retire with the crown | the previous life of an emperor

... it is a long story, so bear with me. Don't be so stiff! Never fear, the tale of my sordid life will not bore you.

This is the story of the birth and death of the infamous Emperor Nero.

She was born on daybreak.

She was the end of the family line, but as the child of a weak father whom no one supported, she was not to seek the throne.

The first turning point of her life was with her mother's debauchery.

Nero's twice-widowed mother married the emperor, her uncle, in order to make her child the next emperor.

In an extreme measure, she murdered the fourth Roman emperor, Claudius, and Nero ascended the throne.

... Nero had no love lost for her family members, who resented Nero's illegitimate birthright.

Put more accurately, she loved the nameless citizens more than her famous noble relatives.

Nero decided to take issue with the depraved government and privileged senate.

History records she was a tyrant who led Rome to decay, and she was, but it neglects to list her reforms.

After claiming the throne, Nero gave out money to all citizens in celebration. She then abolished all indirect taxes.

When the senate attempted to thank her, she refused, telling them they could do so when she had earned it.

What terrible irony it is that her humility would be overshadowed.

The path to her reforms was rife with thorns.

Conflicts with the senate erupted over the unification of Roman Empire's troublesome provinces.

On top of that, her conflicts with her mother Agrippina became more pronounced.

Nero's mother Agrippina, only saw her as a tool to become the mother of the emperor.

She was trapped by endless dithering with the senate and a mother who made policies in self-interest.

... I do not know what sort of fissures emerged in her spirit as a result of those pressures.

However, as a result, she resolved to assassinate her predatory mother, before dealing with the senate.

But, the assassination failed, and the only thing she could do was cut her mother down publicly.

"This woman tried to poison me. Even though she was my mother, she had to die for opposing the emperor."

It was 59 AD-
The year Nero's reputation as a tyrant was cemented.

Nero: It was about that time that I became afflicted with headaches. I suffered chronic hysteria from constantly using a silver cup, but it was not as bad as they say. I had been poisoned as a child, so as not to defy my mother. I was given the antidote in tandem. My mother took the antidote with her to the grave, and so I lapsed into a fevered delirium.

... Saber speaks indifferently about a childhood filled with poison and lies, and her struggles as an emperor.

... Then Nero's life takes an even sharper turn.

Nero's wife, Octavia, a woman whom her mother had pressured her into marrying, commited suicide.

She murdered her younger brother in order to secure her influence. And then-

... And then she drove her sole mentor, the philosopher Seneca, to suicide.

Thanks to her own selfish actions, Nero had become a monster to her relatives, while she boasted of popularity with the masses.

Nero: Seneca's suicide affected me deeply. Never having had a real father, he was... well, you know. He was a fatherly sort of man in general. Over and over, I told him I would forgive him. However, he ended his life in my house, disbelieving my words... I am guessing on what Seneca thought. Historical fact would be more accurate. Next came the Great Fire of Rome. You should know this story already, Master, so I will omit it... Hmm? Then I suppose all that remains would be my last moments.

A rebellion had risen in Gallia. I had ignored it. Even now, I don't know what I was thinking. Perhaps I still trusted Vindex, who incited the rebellion. More likely, I was in despair, and wished for everything to go away. Vindex would remain opposed to me, and two years later, he incited another rebellion. The senate drove me off the throne, and called me a traitor. I had devoted myself to my people. They liked my policies, after all. Trusting them was my greatest error. I thought that the people would not consent to my abdication.

However, they said nothing. Nothing. There was no uproar. And then-

She fled and committed suicide.

The various rumors surrounding Nero's end hold one thread in common: she was stubborn.

Though she knew escape was futile, and had decided to commit suicide, Nero hesitated numerous times.

I cannot kill myself.

I do not want to die.

I have done nothing wrong.

Over and over, she muttered that.

... Finally, after much hesitation, she declared she could run no more, and cut down her own life.

... There is more to the story. After Nero's suicide, a soldier delicately wrapped a cloak around Nero's body.

"Too late. This is fidelity," Nero said.

Those were her last words.

... I wonder what her last thoughts were, taking her life in a villa outside of Rome.

Did she grieve her own setting sun? Did she despise the rebellions? Or--

Did she curse the Roman people for abandoning her, after she had devoted so much to them?

Nero: No, I never blamed them. It was sad, but my downfall was not their fault, and I do not resent them... Hmm, it was my greatest error to love them in a way that they could not understand.

Love...?

So, she did love her people, but what couldn't they understand?

Nero: ... Yes, it seems my love took a different form than theirs. My heart glowed with love grander than that of my people. My love was selfish. When I gave it, I expected something in return. Something beautiful. When I loved, I wished to be responded to with the flames of entire souls. But, the love the masses embraced was something much tender. I did no see that.

... No, I recognized it. But, then what they called love was foreign and incomprehensible.

It seems their value systems were different.

That's why Nero was chased from the seat of his empire.

... Knowing her, I at least have a vague understanding of how her love and the people's love differed.

Her love burnt out offering and devoting everything.

Her passion burned brightly, without regard to permanence.

Nero loved her citizens as she thought was right.

But, the love her citizens proffered was different, and the difference invited Nero's fall.

Nero: When one does not express love in a way that can be understood, one does not receive love in return. I regret that I could not share in the love that the masses embraced so naturally.

... Saber gazes out at the window, a faraway look in her eyes.

Perhaps she was thinking of the red sky and setting sun she saw in her last moments.

If she couldn't share their love, then she must have been alone.

... While this woman could love more than any other person, she could not experience in the joy of being loved.

Her lavish expressions of love were not enough to satisfy her people.

In the end, unloved, she tried to push the dagger into her own throat again and again--

Nero: N-No, stop talking about that! ... Hmph, it was shameful of me to be unable to bring myself to death... But, death is frightening! It hurts! I won't have it happen again, and you should not suffer it!

... I sense a lie. I don't think pure fear of death dictated this woman's hesitations.

She struggled because she didn't want to die, didn't think she had done anything wrong, but really, she didn't want to disappear because...

"I have to love
the way they do."

That was it.

She couldn't bear the thought without anyone loving her.

...

Nero: That is my story. As you can see, I lived an extraordinary life, so do not pity me. What a good life it was, perhaps made better for the deviations. My soul burned brightly, if nothing else.

... Fond reminiscence plays across her features.

She has made peace with a life filled with betrayal, suffering, conflict and misunderstandings.

Noteworthy Scripts From Your Favorite Roman Emperor:

Saber: First a pirate, now a thief! It is no fault of yours, but I find this ferociously boring! The Servant of a magus I just passed by was the beautiful Atalante. Greek Legendary Souls are lovely, as was that Atalante! That thief in green robes cannot compare!

Saber pouts, settling back into her makeshift throne. Gosh, you'd think our opponent in the second round offended her sensibilities or something.

Saber: That man has a treacherous nature. And as a king, I deplore him for bearing fangs against a nobleman. Remember this well! I dislike frugality, destitution, and treason! He is all those in one! It is enough to make my hair curl-- Are you even listening, Praetor?!

A king, huh? That's like Leo said. How strange to speak of kings... Well, actually, in this virtual world, kings aren't that odd. ... Now I'm curious. If Leo is a modern-day king, then what did Saber preside over?

Saber: Hmn? What sort of ruler was I? That is not easily stated... For my entertainment, I will have you guess. How am I reflected in your eyes?

Servants are reproductions of historical legends. Then, she was--

>A bold emperor?
>A feared tyrant?
>A beloved idol?

>A bold emperor?

Perhaps she was an esteemed emperor. This woman may be vain, but it's not born of unfound arrogance. There is something noble within her that leads her to behave as if she is no mere mortal.

Saber: ... I see. I would accept such a classification-- Er, no, I guided my people grandly! It was like paradise! My citizens boasted of enjoying three lifetimes in their one! I was immensely popular!

Saber Swells with triumph. She really is self-centered. But I get the sense that while she took her position for granted, she was nevertheless an excellent ruler.

Saber: ...

... She remains silent, as if a memory had asserted itself. Her bright smile fades.

Saber: ... Hmph. Well, I suppose this isn't something I should be proud of. I was no leader. The people are to be commended for brining my whims to fruition while I did nothing but wallow in luxury. I seemed to have asked you an insipid question, Praetor. Let us warriors forget this conversation.

Saber clams up. Was our discussion really that irrelevant? We're talking about the woman who fights and bleeds in my place. I should get to know her true nature more deeply--

>A feared tyrant?

Perhaps she was a feared tyrant who tormented her people. I mean, she really looks down on others. She's fast to swing a blade and rash to the point of negligence. It couldn't be easy living under this woman's reign.

Saber: (Vein Pops) Ohh my. A tyrant, you say? That is quite an accusation. Are you insinuating you would like to squirm under my thumb just as my people did? (Vein Pops) Hmph. Looking back, I can count a handful of regrets for the times I went too far. Would you like to feel the terrible infamy of my name visited upon your body?

I shake my head wildly. Scary! Even though she's half-joking, shivers are going down my spine. Her smile is more threatening than the blade of an enemy Servant.

Saber: Just as long as you understand. Even I will sulk if accused of being a tyrant by my charge. Instead, call me fool--no, an earnest emperor incapable of separating business and pleasure. At any rate, I have no need to be irate. Your answer is, yes, mostly correct.

Saber crosses her arms and nods in satisfaction. ... All right, I'll just pretend I didn't say that. For my own safety.

>A beloved idol?

Perhaps she was an idol. She's a shorty. She's in a dress. I can picture her singing.

Saber: You mean a celebrated artist? Yes, you are exactly right, Praetor! I am an artist before an emperor! I sang songs, and enjoyed writing as well! I also immersed myself in sculpting once, and metalwork!

As Saber bubbles away, for the first time I can see an artist inside that resplendent figure. ... But, could an artist with such an eclectic repertoire become popular?

Saber: Hmph, how popular was I? I-I was very much in demand! Upon a triumphant return from battle a small girl laid a crown of flowers upon my head. I was quite popular!

... Isn't that your popularity as a king, not your popularity as an artist?

Saber: Wh-What's with that look?! I would not lie! ... W-Well, not every one of my works was a masterpiece, but most of them were quite fine. Perhaps my literary works were... too advanced for their time. They were eschewed by my friends. "We are friends and I support your government, but I cannot understand eighty percent of your art!" I nearly murdered Tacitus in an outburst of rage over that comment from my dear friend. --Well, in the end I stopped myself. I had grown accustomed to the public lacking an understanding of my art. No one understands genius. My own faith in myself is sufficient. As well as the faith of my Praetor, who places their life in my hand--

She nods expectantly. I have no idea if Saber was a great artist or not, but if I want her to fight willingly by my side, I better approve of her hobbies.

Saber: A good response. Some day I will show you I am right. Until then, trust my words.

Saber smiles, encouraging me to agree with her. All I needed to convince me was that smile. It was tasteless of her to command me. ... Anyway, there is some truth in what she says. Only an artists can truly asses the quality of their work. Those who desire others' assessments are not artist, but merchant craftsmen.

---

Come to think of it, I haven't heard a peep out of my Servant in a while. They must be angry...

Saber: Naturally, you fool! Why have you shown compassion to that woman?! You turn my stomach! Be gone from my sight!

She's never been so openly hostile toward me before. She must be very angry about what I did. ... But, wait. I've heard her say that she admires kindness before. So why is she angry at me for showing compassion...?

Saber: Don't be ridiculous! I only enjoy when leniency is bestowed upon me, not when it is given to others!

... Ah, I see. She's just so imperious that I don't dare criticize her. Saber brews in angry silence. Nearly a half hour later, Rin finally wakes up.

Rin: ... You! What were you thinking?!

Rin goes from comatose to bitch in three seconds flat.

---

Saber: Do not dwell overlong on such thoughts. And remember, you've helped as as harmed. If you still doubt the rightness of your actions, why not visit the ones you've saved, as boring as it'll be.

---

... How did it come to this?

An hour ago, Saber said, "Oh, I just remembered something, Praetor. Let me tell you a splendid story." And she's still going.

Saber: And so, the former male lover of the boy's adored tutor turned out to be the boy's absent father! One day, in a play for the king, the boy fully expressed his anguish at growing up an orphan. His father was acting with him, and at the boy's divine performance, the father's heart exploded! Yet, as the father was the genius who begot a genius, he swallowed the blood and continued singing. Thus they sang in competition for three days, making the sky rumble with their might, until they tired. ... Ah! What spectacular pomp! Enough so that I am willing to overlook the glaring plot holes!

... Saber is pretty passionate about this play. It must be her favorite.

Saber: That was merely the prologue! More intrigue is yet to come. The plinking of the talented young boy's harp reached Persia. The Persian king longed to make the boy his, though the king himself was so handsome I nearly fell for him. But, the boy's female lover had lost her little brother's life to the Persian king. To avenge her brother, she dropped some poison into the king's food at a party.

Saber's story doesn't stop at one twist or two. No, there are a couple dozen twists, and over a hundred characters bound by love and hate.

I guess for there to be a couple dozen twists, all the characters have to be in an emotional orgy.

Saber: Hmm? The story is too long? There is no end in sight? ... Sheesh, have you been paying any attention? We have reached the climax already. You should know what happens next. The boy becomes the king of Persia, of course!

There was no way I could have predicted that. The only plot arc that got resolved was the protagonist's, and he wasn't even all that happy at the end. If that's the end of the story, then those hundred side characters are doomed to a bad ending.

Saber: No! A god shows up and gives everyone a happy ending! A deus ex machina!

That's cheating! And I don't know what era Saber's from, but deus ex machina must be an old concept! ... More importantly, I know Saber pretty well from fighting alongside her for a while. For being a romantic and idealist, she doesn't like fantasy. Is she okay with a deus ex machina?

Saber: Hmm? It is a staple of theater, though I am not so fond of it. I prefer an ending where the many plots are resolved, yes. And without a god's intervention, human animosity and love cannot easily be erased. The playwright must have reached the end of his rope. But, most writers know the tangled web of human emotions cannot be undone by humans themselves. So, the deus ex machina is an expression of hope. A last hope, to be sure, a mirage created by those on the verge of ruin, wishing for a savior. ... It is just the kind of god that a ruler who tried to eradicate religion would like. The kind of god who only shows up when one is at their deathbed and has no other god to pray to.

Saber finally stops speaking. ... She glances away sheepishly. That example at the end seemed too personal to be purely hypothetical.

---

Lancer (Vlad): Behold this fine meal we have encountered by divine will! Is it not fateful, blood-drenched king? That noble stare of yours outshines the moon. You are the muse that I have been searching for! I long to pierce that supple body of yours with my spear. You compel me, you, you-- You supremely gorgeous creature.

...

Saber: We should retreat for now, Praetor. I am ready to cross swords with them, but those... creatures give me a bad feeling.

---

Saber: I commend you, Praetor. I never dreamed you would reach my level of extravagance... If you were my consort, together we would bankrupt the country! Though, I could do that alone. Still, marriage is not an ill-suited word to describe this newly formed bond between us. Following your example, I will try to increase my magic consumption through improved skills. My power will ripen as a result, but I still expect to receive a tithing of items from your hands!

Artillery Applause changed into Thunderous Applause.

---

Saber: Are you still obsessing over your past? You are you; that's all that matters. Leave the past where it is.

I appreciate Saber's attempt to comfort me, but the fact is I want to know who I am. I want to know where I came from. I want to know what there is for me after all of this.

Saber: Is that so? Then try to get to know those around you. They may have the answers you seek. To start... maybe you should speak to that girl in the nurse's office. She can't be entirely useless.

--

Saber: You have grasped a clue to your memories, Praetor. I'm as pleased as if it were my own mind in flux... I still disapprove of helping that girl, but, well, sacrifices must be made. Yes, retrieve your connection to your body so that you can sever your connections to that girl.

--

Saber: And he calls himself a man of God. If there is combat data in the offering, we must not fail. Praetor, I will not be denied! If this is a competion, I shall not rest until victory is ours! Now, let us be off! I find myself looking forward to that bizarre pantomimus!

...

Saber: Praetor, this is a battle where you compete against your opponent to defeat the most enemy programs. Focus on the enemy programs for now. You'll only time if you engage in combat with the enemy Master- I excel at this type of competition. Relax, our victory is assured.

--

Saber: ... Really, I can think of nothing worse than the personality of a truly obsessed gourmand. While I have a refined palate, even I am not so demanding in terms of the balance of flavors.

Lancer (Vlad): ... Oh! Such statements filled with confidence. It seems that my judgment was not mistaken. Just the thought of skewering the heart of this noble foe and bathing in their blood makes my soul sing! That one perfect moment. The ultimate climax. Even this elevator ride just makes it all the more delicious!

Saber: ... Hmph. You're a... unique... escort. I might be stating the obvious, but you two are very Berserker-like.

--

Saber: Praetor, there is something that I must tell you about the Arena- ... Never mind, it's nothing. Our enemy has just changed position, so be on your guard.

...

Saber: Hmm...? Is that an enemy-? No, I must be imagining things... Praetor, I feel uneasy. If there is indeed an enemy there, we may be in danger. Let us proceed cautiously.

-! That familiar black coat strides into my field of vision. There's no mistaking that form, that gaze. It's none other than Julius. But even though we're in the Arena, there's no sign of his Servant. What could this-

Saber: Hmph, what a slimy, predatory aura. What pride to appear before us without his Servant. Praetor, let us make quick work-

Assassin: That's my line.

Saber: What?!

What just happened-?! In the space of a second, the air grew thick, and then I heard a thud, as if something big hit the floor. But there was nothing there. But there's no mistaking that Saber is collapsed on the floor.

Saber: I couldn't see the enemy...?

Julius: It's over. Let's go.

Assassin: ... Hmm?

Julius: Not satisfied? Do you want to slice off their heads, too?

Assassin: No, there's no need. I've hit their heart, which is enough, but- Yeah, that's enough. They're as good as dead.

Julius: I see. Let's go, then.

Maybe it was my imagination, but Julius barely glanced at me before walking off. Julius turned away from me, melting back into the dimly lit passage like some kind of apparition. That voice must have belonged to Julius's Servant. He said something pretty ominous-

"They're as good as dead."

Saber... isn't moving.

I can't think of anything but that terrible sight. My strong, capable Servant is lying helpless on the floor...! We just came out the wrong side of a surprise attack... I can't believe what I'm seeing. This can't be real. It's a dream, right? No, I can't wake up from this dream... it's real.

Saber: What happened...? How could I have been- I suppose this is the work of an Assassin. But, how did he eradicate his presence so fully...?

Saber haltingly gets up. It's clear that she is worse for the wear.

Saber: I am sorry, Praetor... However... I am glad... you are fine...

Saber?! Seeing that I am safe, Saber sighs in relief and collapses again. I have to fix my Servant as soon as possible-

...

Saber: ... I am sorry, Praetor. I proclaim to be your blade, and yet commit such an error... The pain from my wound is terrible, but it is not as excruciating as my embarrassment. So, do not mock me too much. The pain I feel from gazing upon your stricken face is mortiyfing enough.

Saber rasps out the words, as if even forming them is taxing... Even though she's just been attacked by the enemy Servant, she's still more worried about me.

Saber: ... It is unfair to ask this of you, Praetor, but please... You must protect me this time.

--

Rin: This is- Some new type of virus? No... It's more like energy that has its own will... Tainted blood. This is a lot worse than I thought. It's like a tornado upended all the magic circuits in your body. Meaning, the conduits that provide magic from you to your Servant no longer function properly. The check's getting lost in the mail, so to speak. A Servant's body is sustained by a flow of magic from their Master. Without that magic, they fade. Your Servant is sustaining their body on their own magic reserves right now. But, that source is finite. Unless supply from their Master resumes, they'll only last a few more days. -Okay, I grasp the situation. I'll compose a plan of action, so come see me on the Rooftop later.

...

Saber: Master, I am correct in assuming that you are going to the Arena? Very well, I will be going, too. My duty is to cross swords with the enemy. Your responsibilities, of course, lie elsewhere. I understand, Master! Now, let us go. And do not worry, I will not fall to mere tirones!

--

Rin: Okay. Can you... close your eyes for a second?

...? I wonder why? Still, I do as I am told.

Rin: Don't open them until I say!

Is it my imagination, or is Rin really close by? Suddenly, there is a soft touch against my lips. -? Is this another procedure that'll supply my Servant with magic?

Rin: -Whew. A-All right, calm down, me. Okay, you can open your eyes. Er, my heart is still racing and my body temperature is too high! What am I so nervous about?!

Rin grumbles to herself. Was there some sort of problem?

Rin: I-It's nothing! There's nothing even remotely like a problem occurring at the moment! J-Just now, I ran a program that interrupts the contractual bond between you and your Servant. I should now be able to supply magic to your Servant directly from myself.

That soft sensation still lingers on my lips. When I look at Rin, she blushes and looks way.

Rin: I swear, you are so dense! Well, everything's in order to supply your Servant with magic. I'll perform the treatment, so... You just come back to the nurse's office this evening.

This isn't right. I can't keep leaving everything up to Rin. If there's anything at all I can do to help...

Rin: I said I'd do it! It's fine! And considering what I have to do, it'd be even more embarrass- I mean, leave this one to me and just go putz around in the library or something! And absolutely don't peek inside the nurse's office!

Don't peek...? She probably doesn't want any distractions while she's working. I should do as she says and wait until the evening.

...

I wonder how long it's been since Rin took Saber down to the nurse's office? According tot he time on my terminal, not all that much time has passed. I wonder if my anxiety comes from being in the middle of a war zone without my closest ally by my side? I guess I'll go to the library and wait around for her to contact me. Or- Maybe I should just head straight for the nurse's office...?

...

Sakura: Oh, hello there, Hakuno. As soon as Rin showed up, I was unceremoniously shown the door. I wonder what she's up to. I could get fired for this. How am I supposed to do my job out here?

I know that I was told to stay out, but... I'm Saber's Master. I can't help but be worried. Gah! What should I do?

>I'd better see what's going on.
>I'd better stay out of the way.

>I'd better see what's going on.

The choice is clear. As a Master, the welfare of my Servant should always come first. As I put my hand on the door, I feel a slight shock, as if I was plugged into a socket. I crack the door open and peer inside...

Rin: [ Giggle. ] You know, you're actually kind of cute when you're flustered...

Saber: D-Don't say things like that! I mean... this sort of thing... I-

... I can't really see anything. What is going on in there...?

>If I open the door a bit more...

As I open the door, an incredible fragrance overwhelms my senses. The scent is impossible to define, but it somehow stimulates every fiber of my being. All of a sudden- What could that possibly-

Rin: What in the-?! Hakuno, don't tell me you were peeking in?!

I see flashing lights and my body goes numb as I sink to the floor, my mind totally blank. I must've set off an incredibly powerful trap, but for an instant, I saw naked, slender leg-

Rin: I told you to stay out! If you peek in again, I swear I'll wipe every last memory of yours!

Her anger washed over me like a wave. All I could think about was her leg... and other- No. Better not dwell on that. The next time I try to peek will probably end up being fatal. I guess I'll go to the Library instead. [ SIGH. ]

Sakura: [ Giggle. ] Look at Rin, getting all flustered and awkward... Isn't she cute? If I were her, I'd do more than... heheheheh...

... What in the hell?! She definitely doesn't seem like herself right now... She's actually kind of creeping me out, so I think I'll just leave her alone for now.

...

Rin: I finished the magic restoration. Saber should be fine now. Come meet me on the first floor. Hakuno, I'm finished.

Just like the terminal said, when I reach the first floor, Rin is waiting for me. My Servant is behind her.

Saber: How considerate of you to come get me, Praetor. The situation is now resolved, thanks to Rin.

Unlike Saber, who looks refreshed, Rin appears somewhat tired. What's going on here...? I wonder if something happened during the magical healing process.

Rin: Sheesh... She resisted so much, and still managed to drain me. O-Oh, it's nothing. The ceremony went fine, as you can see. She's got fight in her again.

Fully recovered. That's good. The nurse's office smells sweet. Maybe I should ask what they did in there, for future reference.

Saber: How boorish. You are too immature to handle the reality of it. Use your imagination if you must. Rin performed beautifully. True, my technique is superior, but you possess a certain natural grace.

Rin: H-Hey, Saber! You promised not to say anything about it, didn't you?!

... About what? More and more, I find it difficult to understand exactly what in the world is going on, but...

Rin: In any case... Hakuno. Even though I told you not to be, you still were a Peeping Tom?

How could I not? I'm a Master, I care what happens to my Servant.

Rin: So that's what they call it these days. You're lucky the trap didn't catch you. If you'd gone in... Your electronic brain could have exploded. The trap was meant for the enemy, not you.

... Rin... is pretty scary. I'm glad I didn't, um... interrupt her. All's well that ends well, though. Hopefully my Servant won't need special treatment again. I'll let the details remain cloudy for now. I'm just happy that Saber has recovered.

Saber: The enemy's eyes were malicious during his attack, but softened at the end. He is not all evil.

Saber nods, satisfied. Well, I ought to thank Rin. She looks worn out.

Rin: Well, whatever. It wasn't too much of an imposition. But, I'm a bit tired. I'll rest for the remainder of today.

I thank Rin and say farewell. With a shuffle in her step, she disappears down the hallway. As soon as she leaves, the gravity of our situation returns to me. Julius's Servant is strong. There's an overwhelming difference between us. I have to be able to retaliate or I will become digital debris.

Saber: Do not worry, Praetor. I shall not fall prey to the same trick again. Now that I am well, I will revisit the disgrace I have suffered upon their heads!

Julius: What a bold assertion from one who just crawled out of their grave.

Please, no... Not the cold rush of death again... By the time my senses revive, Julius has come to confront me.

Saber: You...! Such blatant disregard for decorum... I shall repay you with a lesson in humility! I saw through your trick the last time, when you threw the surprise attack at me. Your fist penetrates your enemy's body with a bolt of magic, which disrupts their nerves. It is a secret Chinese technique that combines raw energy with the martial arts.

Assassin: Aha-AHAHAHAHAHA! Yes, splendid! You've seen through my move said to need no second strike! How marvelous, my opponent! With my fist I will crush you into powder, and grind you into the earth. [ Sigh. ] This joy is a cheap liquor that I drink and drink but never am sated by. Right, Julius?

Julius: If by "joy" you mean "bloodlust," I have no interest. Be brief about your business.

Assassin: How about you, my enemy? You must take some joy in bloodshed.

Saber: A ridiculous notion. The beauty of fighting lies in chivalry, not in base amusements. Many a disciple will mourn. there is no more wretched a thing than a master becoming an assassin.

Assassin: Haha, you've landed a blow below the belt. It is true, I have very much strayed off my path. The dark side is seductive, as any martial arts instructor knows. Like a snake eating its tail, death leads to blood leads to death leads to blood.

Saber: All this talk of bloodlust... Master! He intends to instigate a fight here! Are you ready?

It's unavoidable. If we don't go on the offensive, we'll die here. We'll give it all we've got...

Kotomine: Hold.

Everyone freezes at Kotomine's single word. Coming from him, that single word holds special weight.

Kotomine: Now, I'm sure I don't need to tell you this, but fighting on school grounds is prohibited. If you are so eager to kill each other, do it where I won't see. Otherwise, I have to stop you. If you choose to continue, I will be forced to slap you both with a penalty. What shall it be?

Julius: ...

...

Assassin: We don't care, do we, Julius?

Julius: My interest has waned. Let's go. I don't wish to be saddled with a penalty for ending this weakling.

Assassin: ... Hmph. Fair enough. I, too, wish to avoid a dull fight.

Julius leaves. His unseen Servant follows, apparently.

Kotomine: You will save it for the Arena as well, I take it? That's the venue to vent your passion.

With that said, Kotomine leaves. Well, if nothing else... I'm glad my Servant is back to normal. Like Kotomine said, we can go back to exploring the Arena. There's no time to stand around. I head off to the Arena.

...

Saber: Excellent work, Praetor. Why are you smiling so? This is nothing to become gleeful about. It was certain in my mind that you would follow through. Therefore, I shall not thank you, either. And the only people who smile so often are either clowns- ... or c-couples who kiss each other when one of them leaves the house. Ahem. I am not so soft to become giddy over the smallest thing. S-So, I am not happy about this whatsoever! Not in the least!

--

Assassin: Kuhahahahahahaha! It seethes, it seethes! My blood! My flesh! Martiarl arts flourish near death! I have shed the complacency of earlier and have been born anew thirsting for blood, like the kyuuki! Yes, it's like I've become young again! You are strong! Stronger than any enemy so far! Now, let us compare our strengths. Show me what lies beyond perfection!

Saber: Wolf, your sheep's clothing has peeled. off. Now you would be more suitable for another class- Indeed, you do better not to restrain yourself to your delicate Master's limits. You are weaker than a traitor king's manservant before the emperor... Weaker than a candle's flame! And... You say you are an assassin, but that is my domain! My life was riddled with conspiracy!

Julius: --Let's do it.

Assassin: Indeed. My fist needs no second strike. As if you could defeat us! In one strike, you will understand my martial arts prowess-

--
... Including this one, there are two battles left. Ever since I was dragged into the Holy Grail War, I haven't had time to think about what comes after. I've had my hands full just fighting inside a vacuum of understanding. But lately, I've given some serious thought to the future. Two more battles. I've struggled tooth and nail to survive, and now I"m one of the four remaining participants. Why am I fighting? What do I want from the Holy Grail? How man magi have died so far? It's too much to think about, the costs too high to calculate. I figured out what I am, but all I really honed in this hellish prep period was my survival instinct. I don't want to disappear. I don't want to die. Not without leaving something meaningful behind.

--But I have no home to return to.

... I can forge this stuff when I'm fighting, but it hounds me when I try to relax. Will I be able to survive? What will be waiting for me after the war? Do I deserve to live?

Saber: Look squarely at me, Praetor. It is rude to give your feet more eye contact than you give me.

I look up in response to Saber's scolding. Her beautiful face has a severe but knowing look

Saber: ... Very well. You have time on your hands, so let us talk. I have inquired about the details of your life before, hoping to learn the intricacies of your character. When you did not provide a concrete answer, I was a bit disappointed in you for being so reserved. But, it was cruel of me to expect more when you have been undergoing great mental conflict. Only you can come to terms with your past. I cannot alleviate your pain for you. So, let us talk of something more positive. I will not begrudge you this momentary diversion, Praetor. Besides, the end of the Holy Grail war is near. As a Servant, I need to know my Master's wish. Praetor, what are you going to wish for with the Holy Grail? Tell me now.

Saber asks the big question. The Holy Grail can grant any wish. What would I wish for?

>To keep living as I am.
>To keep living in this world.
>To have fun and never work! Whee!

>To keep living as I am. ("To keep living in this world" results in the same response.)

Yes, that's my wish. It's the same thing any person would wish for. But, it's something that'll happen anyway- without the transcendental power of the Holy Grial.

"Please let me live to see tomorrow."

People take the future for granted, unless they're in dire straits. That's not a good wish. Then, my wish-

I guess I'm still undecided.

Saber: Is that so? Very well. I see that you've grown, Master.

...? Saber's taking my indecisive response better than I thought. She's even smiling! My answer's the same stupid thing as last time, so... how does she figure that I've grown?

Saber: Your current answer is not the same. "Undecided" means you don't have an answer, but you are looking. Quite different from last time, when you claimed to have no wishes! ... Well, your selflessness still dissatisfies me, but at least your vibrant expression is pleasing! You look beautifully determined. The way your eyes reflect light reminds me more of the stars than the sun. The light in your eyes is a bright twinkling in a dark firmament. [ Chuckle. ] No other king can afford the luxury of keeping the stars so nearby. How fortunate I am.

I fluster under her open affection... And hey, isn't that metaphor a little over the top, even for Saber?

Saber: It is not excessive praise! I am saddened you will take the stars with you when you leave me. But stars are necessarily distant, so it would be foolish to think my personal feelings could stop you... Hmph, I am happy about the chat we have just had. Next time, I will permit you to ask me a question. As a token of my appreciation for this discussion, no topic will be off-limit.

I'd like that. Next time we have a down moment, I'll ask Saber about herself.

>To have fun and never work! Whee!

Yeah, that's it. Nothing else stands out in my mind as more true. Money, love, and power make the world go 'round. A flash of light blazes through my magic circuits. Aagh, my thirst for knowledge cannot be quenched!

Saber: Denied. Do you want to become rust upon my sword?

That was a scathing comeback for something that even Saber knew was a joke... But I don't think Saber is in any position to lecture me when it comes to luxury and debauchery! I can't think of another Legendary Soul who indulged in luxury to the degree she did.

Saber: What! That's slander! I used to work as well! I spared no expense entertaining and appeasing my citizens. Oh, fine. I emptied the coffers of Rome, and that was foolish. But it went to good causes! And it was mine to spend anyway! All I did was show my people what would happen if they continued to rely on other cultures for wealth! In a way, I did them a favor by putting an end to Rome's prodigal years. Do you disagree?!

>I'm jealous of her personal theater.
>Whoa, she bankrupt her country?
>... Is she a pauper...?

>I'm jealous of her personal theater. (All three answers result in the same response.)

Saber: S-Silence! I only did what I thought was right. Now let the past lie! Do not bother wishing for something so plebian! I-If you wish, I can arrange a harem for you. Instead, wish for something you cannot have otherwise. Wishes are ideals that cannot be achieved through any normal means. What is in your mind?

... My mind, my ideals... In other words, what makes me human.

"I want to live."

"I don't want to die."

My mind is where my animal instincts become refined to the point where I can perceive beauty and affection. There are things I love. There are things I can't stand. I want to hold hands with someone. I want to hurt someone. If I'm mere data, where does that spectrum of emotions come from? My fights have aroused a variety of emotions in me, as well as in my opponents. Oh, maybe- I probably picked things up from them. Empathy allows humans to mimic and learn from each other's emotions. Whoever I was before, and whatever my wish was, I'm different now. My once-empty brain is filled with memories, and my wish is...

I guess I'm still undecided.

Saber: Is that so. Very well. I simply do not know what I'm going to do about you, Master.

Saber takes my indecisive response better than I thought she would. She's even smiling... She knows there's a difference between people without wishes and those seeking them. Even though I don't have an answer to her question yet, she can see that I've grown.

Saber: I'll allow you a passing grade for that somewhat satisfactory conversation. As a token of my appreciation, you may ask me any question you like next time we have a break.

I'd like that. Next time we have a down moment, I'll ask Saber about herself-

--

Saber: Have you been counting the number of rare enemies you have defeated? It's quite a score! Hmph, I am regretful that the Arena is not the Roman Coliseum. Though I would be devastated if the legend of my public strangling of a lion, while nude, was surpassed.

... Wait a sec. Did I just hear what I think I heard? The lion is fine. The killing, that's cool. But wasn't something indecent sandwiched in there...?

Saber: Wh-Why do you look at me as if I were some deranged child? Lion! Nude! Strangling! You hold the lion's head under your bare arm like so and... snap!

She snapped its neck? She snapped a lion's neck? My Saber, with her lithe, slender body, snapped the steely neck of a lion? And we're talking BEFORE she became a Legendary Soul... right?

Saber: Er... That is, um. That method of lion killing was too stunning to gain popular usage.

Saber looks away sheepishly. Yeeeah... Somebody was exaggerating.

Saber: I-I made it faint! Which is victory enough, against a lion! Seeing as its bones are rather, um, solid...

Saber starts bombastically, then trails off into silence. Thank god she's not some kind of lion decapitator. Just some sort of ancient Pro Wrestler...

Saber: What is this Pro Restler you speak of? I was merely re-enacting the exploits of Heracles! I wished to prove I was as mighty as he! For some reason, my citizens were unimpressed...

Saber's shoulders slump at the unpleasant memory. But, wow... What a megalomaniacal emperor she must have been to view Heracles as a rival...

--

Saber: ... Praetor. To feel sorrow is to be human. I do not fault you. However, as your Servant, my duty is to clear your path to the Holy Grail of all obstacles. The enemy is exceptionally strong. Therefore, I cannot allow my blade to become dulled.

Saber's gaze is more solemn than usual, and she fixates it on me. She doesn't say a word, not even to goad me into responding. There's a reprimand in her words, but also compassion. The reprimand wasn't necessary. I know that in this world there are only victors and losers, and losers are quickly culled. At least I can say of my opponent that we equally share the risk of victory or defeat.

Saber: Very good. I approve of this resolve, my Master. Let us go. We must fully prepare ourselves for the battle ahead.

--

Rani VIII: What use do I have for a "wish"? ... How can I answer that? I have been an alchemist since birth. I was created to be an alchemist, and so I am one, and I desire to act as one to fulfill my mission. As for why... I have not been given the option of expanding my choices.

Saber: ... Well, now. Is this prattle the mindless reptition of a doll, or the naive bleating of a lamb? I'd rather pick my toes than listen to the hollow tones of this empty and meaningless conversation. Hrmph, I do not know what to think of this girl. She could be quite the scholar if she applied herself... So far, though, she's no more in control of her intellect than the Berserker next to her. It's a pity.

...

Rani VIII: Clouds of sublimation spiral and a long-tailed golden bird sings the arrival of dawn. When the moon rises in the southern sky, all impurities will be cleansed and the proper conclusion reached. Now, are you ready?

Saber: Hmm, as incomprehensibly obtuse as always, but I do like the image of a golden bird. I do love gaudy ornaments... Hollow singing doll, I shall keep your poetic words in mind.

--

Strangely enough, my heart is calm. I breathe easily, the memories of past battles a comfort rather than a paralyzing factor. I'm not eager to fight, but I'm not distressed, either. I'm mostly surprised at my own placidity. Saber is in a similar mood. With a gentle voice, but the same steely eyes, Saber speaks to me.

Saber: The day we battle the princeling has finally arrived. He is a magnificent creature, born possessing the poise, charisma, and pride of a king. Seldom is such a person born who can bring the people of the world such joy, and such wickedness. If only... but no. I do not like him. I like you better. A king is capable and well-suited to leadership. What would become of things if this boy was king? He is but a deus ex machina, arising from the stage unbidden and unwelcomed by his people. His rule promises a gilded cage for his people, unfairly stifling their radiance.

That's exactly right.

Saber: It seems you finally understand what beauty is... And that understanding is also beautiful. I am glad I have fought for such a Master. In any case, I find there to be something deeply moving about this, our last fight. You have trudged through bloodshed and sorrow to reach this point. Although you still lack much- These triels you've endured have carved a fine pattern upon you. I accept you as my sheath. It is your love for life, which propels you through triumph and despair, that is most beautiful.

And then Saber quietly disappears. Right... This is the last time Saber and I will fight side by side. This woman truly is my saber, a blade that cuts down any hardship that I face. Saber would probably just get angry if I said that, telling me not to thank her for every little thing. So, instead of thanking Saber, I'll show her that I'm ready and willing for this fight. She will appreciate that most of all.

--

Saber: Praetor, if I may speak frankly, you are quite taken by one action, to the exclusion of all others.

??? Why is Saber so angry? I'm doing only what comes naturally to me... But I don't know what else she has to be mad about...

Saber: You fool, I'm speaking of my Noble Phantasm! How dare you levy it against insignificant enemies! My golden theater is for grand performances only! Used too often, its spectators will lose interst!

Ignoring the spectators comment... Perhaps I've been a bit too free with my use of her Noble Phantasm. But, I only use it so frequently in order to see Saber in all her sensational glory.

Saber: Er- I see. Well, then, there is no two ways about it. Use my Noble Phantasm as often as you can.

... That permission came fast. Saber comes off stoic and honorable, but she flusters under flattery. As a Master, I worry that she's too easy to manipulate... Putting that concern aside, this is a good time to ask why Saber's Noble Phantasm takes the form it does.

Saber: My Noble Phantasm could have been any of the many things I treasured while I was alive. I cherished the theater best, as I am also an architect, songwriter, writer, painter, and fashionista. You! Don't look so exasperated! I know what it means to be crazy about something but be bad at it! Some may want to say I spread myself too thin, but I say the sun does not complain of being overburdened!

... Saber retorts before I even say anything. She's as sensitive to criticism as she is to compliments... You know, I don't understand why an emperor would be so gung-ho about artisan stuff.

Saber:: Hmph! ... To me, art is life. To create is to breathe. I believe you have noticed I can be quite poor at expressing myself. This has hurt many in the past. But, making art is different. I have even soothed the torn edges of a few relationships with art. Hmm, perhaps art has always been my mode of expression. That must be why I created so many works.

She speaks fondly of the past... I misunderstood her enthusiasm for art as flighty when in fact it is a lot more serious. She created great works in order for people to understand her better. Even if no one valued them, she was satisfied just having them made. Because she expressed her love for her people through her works.

Saber: If I had built a silversmithery rather than a golden stage, I could have adorned you with ornaments. They say there is a Servant whose Noble Phantasm generates swords- But my smithery will be grander!

--

I walk down the hallway on route to the Arena. Is it because the culmination of this journey draws near that each footstep feels so inevitable?

Saber: Why have you stopped so suddenly? Are you not feeling well?

For some reason, as I gaze out the window at the digital sky, Saber chooses to appear. A swordsman exquisitely ensconced in a red ballroom dress... A tyrant protective of all life's beauty. A young woman who gloriously rends life from flesh... More arrogant, more radiant than any other... Yeah, I see. I can walk down a different path.

Saber: ... Mmn. I cannot understand if you remain silent. I am inclined to humor any request you have at the moment, if it is within reason.

I smile unwittingly at Saber. Always so prideful. I want to protect her smile, even though she is the one who always defends me.

Saber: ...! F-Fool, do not make such a strange face! You almost... inadvertently made me do the same! Why, it was near sabotage. Had Leo attacked us this moment, we would have been caught unaware. Only show that expression in the safety of our room, Master. It is wasted in a place like this.

Still flustered and visibly angry, Saber disappears. She's the same irrational, charming despot as ever. I shouldn't be thinking this, but this past week has been enjoyable because I've been with Saber. But still the hour of battle draws ever closer. The final battle. No matter how the Holy Grail War ends, I'll be parted from her.

--

...! The almost tangible animosity is coming from the end of this corridor. Although the source of it isn't approaching, I can tell that it is incredibly dangerous. I somehow know that that hatred is directed at me. It is so intense that it feels as if my very souls is being impaled by it.

Saber: ... This must be coming from that one person. Why hasn't he moved on to the nether realm? Master, I cannot ignore anything that poses a threat to you. Just give the command and I will take him down and make sure he stays dead this time.

The source of this feeling of hatred is Julius, but... His power seems different than when I last faced him. The threat before me is very real, but I have Saber by my side. And if I don't defeat the enemy before me, I'll never make it to the Elimination Battle. In addition- Even as the force of his grudge hits me, I feel something other than a desire for my death. I want to know what that feeling is, no matter what may be waiting for me up ahead.

--

The assassin appears for the third time. Only in the Holy Grail War could I meet such an opponent. Saber had told me not to worry too much about it, but still I cannot help but think on it.

Saber: His life was his own. TO think otherwise is nothing more than an attempt to assuage one's conscience. Regardless of his history or his purpose, he was nothing more than a cold-blooded killer. In fact, he himself insisted on being seen as such. That is all I have to say. Just remember that such a person once existed.

... That may be true. Just like Saber says, Julius's life was his own. I can't take responsibility for how he led it.

Saber: Exactly. I knew you'd see the wisdom in my words. Let us go. Our next fight starts now.

I nod in acknowledgment of Saber's words. Now that I think about it, I haven't told Rin about Julius. I wonder if she's around today-?

--

Saber: ...

I'm flabbergasted by Saber's meek pose. Her furrowed brow makes it clear something is bothering her.

Saber: ... A-Ah... M-Master, why are you looking at me like that? Quickly, to the Arena!

Although Saber seems to be back to normal, it's obvious that her bravado is slightly forced. If there is something bothering her, maybe I can help. Looking at her, I ask...

>Is something troubling you?
>Could it be that... you're hungry?

>Could it be that... you're hungry?

Saber: I understand that food is life... for you. But remember who and what I am. Do not mock me so!

>Is something troubling you?

With a small gasp, Saber comes almost immediately wide-eyed and frazzled at my question.

Saber: H-How dare you question my resolve?! Not even the gods themselves would intimidate me! B-But... I-I mean... I don't understand these feelings. They are beyond my experience!

Saber takes a deep breath in an attempt to regain her composure and then turns to face me.

Saber: It began when I spoke to you of my past. Now, when we are alone, I feel not unwell, but... odd... Without reason, my thoughts become unfocused and wander. What could cause such an affliction?

Saber's head droops almost as if in defeat. Is what's bothering her really that serious?

Saber: Yes, it is! You may not know this, but I am merely a construct generated by the Moon Cell. Normal heroes- I mean, the situation for Servants called in reality are slightly different. For us of the Moon Cell, there are conditions and obligations attached to our existence. Every Servant created in the SE.RA.PH is required to protect the Moon Cell at any cost... Even if it means the death of my Master. But... I cannot bring myself to obey this command...

Saber delivers this last line in a mumble. I find her child-like embarrassment incredibly cute.

Saber: ARRRGH! Just forget it. And don't say a word! This is my problem; I will deal with it on my own!

I wisely decide to hold my tongue. As is often said, silence is often the curse of wisdom. Saber raises her head, a renewed passion for our struggle burning in her eyes.

Saber: I am angry at myself. I fear my flaws will adversely affect your success in the coming battles. No, I will not allow my weakness affect you, Master. Please forget that I said anything.

With that final line, delivered in a somewhat unsteady tone, Saber cuts off the conversation. Although she's made it clear that I'm to "forget it," it's not going to be that easy to... The uneasiness in herself that Saber can't identify... I want to help, but I'm not sure how.

--

There doesn't seem to be any enemies lurking around here, so maybe I can actually relax for a while.

Saber: Is there something the matter, Master? Perhaps you have become fatigued again?

I want to continue our earlier conversation. Saber carries a number of burdens I never thought possible. I really want to discuss things with her. Maybe there is a way for me to ease her concerns, if nothing else.

Saber: ... Are you still thinking about that? I thought I told you to put it out of your mind? After all, the cause is-

Saber suddenly cuts off what she was about to say and retreats into silence again. Her eyebrows slowly begin to furrow for some reason. It's almost as Saber's normally tempestuous mood has somehow gotten even worse.

Saber: Gah! Forget about it! All you should be thinking about now is how to obtain the Holy Grail, Master! There is no need for you to make my burdens your own! Rather, your inclusion will only make things worse! So, please speak no more of it! If you care at all about me, forget all that I have said before!

Although the heat in Saber's voice was immediately apparent, there was nothing threatening in her words. The only way I can possibly respond to that as a Master is to say-

Share your soul with me, Saber!

Saber: Wha-?! H-How dare you be so forward! Even one such as I would have shown a bit more restraint...! Are you a puppy?! Or are you a wolf in sheeps clothing?! Gah! I care about you a great deal, either way!

U-Uh... um... What exactly does she mean by that... exactly...? Taking her words for what they are, it seems as if Saber, in her own fashion, actually likes me somewhat. I'm happy, reassured even, to know how she feels about me. I hardly see how that can be a problem, but-

Saber: Idiot! That's the problem! If you were to oppose the Moon Cell, I would fight beside you without hesitation! But that would violate the terms under which I serve. The moon Cell would not accept such a Servant... More accurately, it would make an effort to eliminate the Master of a such a Servant. Knowing the consequences, I have no idea as to how I should conduct myself in this situation... And though I know what hardhips it could cause for you, just the thought of you sets my body aflame. I just couldn't come out and tell you that I have failed as your Servant.

Saber looks down in shame. Servants are required to balance their Master's needs with those of the Moon Cell. Saber is apologizing for upsetting that balance. That is-

Thank you, Saber.

That's right. I'm a failure because I couldn't give a damn about the Moon Cell. If I were forced to choose between the Holy Grail and Saber, I would pick Saber without hesitation. As my constant companion throughout the war, she means more to me than anything or anyone... I'm not even really alive. I'm just a bit of random data, but Saber accepted me without question. There is only one thing of value I've received through this series of "life" and death battles- And that is the bond I share with Saber. Before her, I had nothing. For that bond I have a genuine gratitude.

Saber: ... Your words truly surprise me, Master. A bond, huh? Yes, your words ring true. The connection that we share cannot be described with any other word but "bond."

Saber smiles in contentment and nods her head sagely. Her normal gloriously imperial expression returns as well. There is no trace of the despondency she felt earlier on her face. But before we could enjoy the moment...

-What in the hell is that? An ominous figure approaches us. It feels as if its only purpose is to eliminate us both.

Saber: Is that- The SE.RA.PH's physical form?! I was curious as to how they'd choose to eliminate us, but sending a part of themselves? That was unexpected... However- May I be brutally honest with you, Master?

I immediately gave the now somewhat indignant Saber permission to speak what was on her mind. I didn't mind, because- I knew what her opinion would be exactly the same as mine, word for word...!

Saber: This is hardly worth worrying about! That they thought this thing capable of quenching my passion is an insult! I will send anyone brazen enough to attempt to thwart my love into the fiery crucible of the sun itself! Are you ready for battle, Master?! Let us show the Moon Cell the true extent of our power!

...

And almost as if it was never there, the program sent to kill us vanishes. The bond that we share... even if it's against the rules, I will not allow it to be destroyed.

Saber: I can feel the power surge within me. It was inconceivable that something so uncouth try to chastise me.

Saber thrusts out her chest proudly, looking more beautiful and steadfast than ever before... Unfortunately, her arrogance seems to have increased a hundredfold as well.

Saber: Let us get moving, Master. We do not have the time to linger here any longer.

She's right. Even as we speak, Leo may have already taken possession of the Holy Grail. What we've faced just now was only one of many obstacles. We haven't even gone beyond the first floor yet. But one thing I can say for certain, what I now have with Saber is more precious to me than any treasure.

--

Saber: Ye gods... The last floor has a beauty unlike any before. A sea that glistens gold under the tender touch of a brilliant sunset- A stage fit for a king.

...

Hmph, Praetor, ready yourself. It seems our opponent has now entered the Arena.

I can sense that Leo has entered the Arena as well. His aura isn't malevolent like Julius's or subtle like Rani's. The pure, unclouded flow of his magic makes me think of the sun shining in a clear blue sky.

Saber: They seem to be broadcasting their presence. Interesting. Shall we respond to them?

Isn't it reckless to head into battle? Still, it will help to see Gawain in acttion.

...

-There he is. When we reach where a passageway empties into an open space, Leo appears at the other end. I exchange a quick glance with Saber before we jump out in front of Leo. To his credit, Leo doesn't react, other than smiling like he just ran into a friend.

Leo: Hello, Hakuno. And hello... I don't believe we've been introduced. Nice to meet you, Saber. I look forward to fighting you from the bottom of my heart.

Saber: Hmm. If you are so intrigued, then why wait until the Elimination Battle? Let us spar a little!

At Saber's words, Gawain readies his sword. He somehow looks more hulking when he does so.

Saber: That's right, knight. Draw your sword. For I am not callow enough to cut down an unarmed person. Now then, let us play. I will have you show me the sharpness of that holy sword.

Gawain: Your speech knows no humility. Contrary to your boastful words, your sword will not reach my king. As long as my lord lives, this holy sword cannot break.

-A holy sword. Gawain, one of the best-known Knights of the Round Table, holds the sister sword to Excalibur. Its name is...

Saber: Galantine is its name. I have never seen a holy sword before. Even in the hands of an enemy, it gleams!

Gawain: This blade was not made to gleam for you. It shines only for my king. It is a tool to defeat the king's enemies, not a glittering piece of pomp, lewd emperor.

Saber: So that is the shape your chivalry takes. Hmph, how twisted. When I am drunk, I boast of myself, but you're dead drunk on servitude. Do you not realize this?

Gawain: ... Enough of your words. You shall feel what it means for a sword to be guided by a righteous king!

...

Leo: Gawain, it seems time is up. Please put away your sword.

Gawain: -As you command.

I have the SE.RA.PH's intervention to thank for my life, I believe. There isn't a single scratch on Gawain's silver armor, but Saber is struggling for breath.

Leo: Today was fun, Hakuno. I look forward to engaging you in combat again.

With a smile, Leo disappears off into the Arena.

Saber: What... What is the meaning of this?! Never mind that sword, how was he able to avoid taking damage? Truly, he is is a knight imbued with the power of Helios. That was no falsehood...

-It was too much. I, as well as Saber, have overcome a lot of powerful enemies, but it's beyond us to make even a scratch on Gawain's armor. Just four days remain before the Elimination Battle. I wonder if we can really close the gap in ability before then? There must be something we can do. If we don't find a solution, I won't be able to reach the Holy Grail-

--

Gawain is so strong. The power he met me with in the Arena surpassed my expectations. Saber's attacks didn't even put a scratch in his armor.

Saber: Praetor, you should not keep your thoughts to yourself. Endlessly ruminating is futile. Instead, you should speak to me. It is boring to be left alone. Inappropriate as it is for me to say, have not all your opponents up to now been greater than you? Yet, with tenacious persistence, you were able to overcome them! Why should you cower now? You are not alone. I am your companion, as is Rin. You can overcome any blows, as I will suffer those blows with you.

... That's right. Not a single fight has been easy. I just need to do the same thing one more time. Just once more. I shouldn't worry, because I have Rin as my ally.

--

The Multimedia Room-

This place must have facilities that support extensive hacking. I place my hand on the door, and wonder how to get in. I knew it... I earn a mild electric shock when I touch the door. It's been booby-trapped.

Saber: Grr... As much as I don't like speaking poorly of the dead, that guy was such a pain. Julius has barred the way so that no other may enter. Even in death he confounds our plans!

--

Saber: This stage holds the setting sun... The sight brings back memories... It is nothing. It just reminds me of the sunset I saw in my last moments. There is beauty in death, but like a sunset it's a beauty that I can't love... Praetor. As long as I am by your side, you will never meet such an end. And whenever your end does arrive, I wish for you to know no more than the feeling of a peaceful slumber.

...

Leo: Shall we, Gawain? It is sad, but she places herself in opposition to the Harways.

Gawain: As you wish. My holy blade is an incarnation of the sun. For my king, I shall scorch the earth!

The atmosphere on the battlefield instantly changes, and Saber leaps forward to engage.

Saber: Scorch the entire earth? That's a claim even Vulcan wouldn't make, but please break your sword trying. Whatever sort of holy sword you have, I will show you how your boastful chivalry mishandles it.

Gawain: I have given my loyalty to my king and became his sword. What is wrong or boastful about that?

Saber: As I said, I shall show you the error of your ways in a dance of our blades. Words cannot substitute for the truth in our swords. I will judge your loyalty!

I had just intended to stall for time, but suddenly the tension in the air draws tight as a bowstring.

Saber: Praetor, do not worry. I am calm. We need only endure his attacks to buy time, correct? Allow me a bit of entertainment. Besides, that pretentious knight needs a little chastising!

Saber smiles and I'm left wondering if this outcome was inevitable. Fortunately, it seems Gawain has lost his cool. I'll just have to stave him off long enough for Rin to finish...!

Saber: Is that all you have?! Some knight of the sun you are!

Saber's taunt is gleeful, but the expression on her face is stern. Even thought Gawain is upset, he continues to strike heavily and effectively, driving Saber back. -Still nothing. I can tell by Saber's face that they're at their limit. I may have to prepare for the worst...

Rin: Sorry to make you wait. I'm going to turn off the sun... Now!

The moment Rin's transmission ends, I glance meaningfully at Saber. This is it.

Saber: Fall, knight of the sun!

With all her might, Saber drives a single blow into Gawain. A moment later, Gawain is fuming at what's happened to his body.

Gawain: You were just stalling for time...! Agh, what have I been doing...?!

Saber: Hmph, you have nothing but your foolishness to blame.

Saber puffs out her chest in pride as she goads him.

Leo: Gawain, let's retreat for now. They are victorious today.

After Gawain reluctantly lowers his sword, Leo turns to me. He's still so damn upbeat-

Leo: ... How unexpected. Using a full third of my power, I was still kept at bay. I'm glad to know I wasn't wrong in getting excited about facing you.

For someone admitting defeat, Leo looks positively chipper. He laughs cheerfully as he logs out. He was only using a third of his power just now... Knowing Leo, he wasn't lying. But, at least I've neutralized one of Gawain's abilities. Two days remain until the Elimination Battle. Can I catch up to Leo by then-?

Saber: So, this is the last cipher key. Praetor, I am so moved by our efforts I could burst into song! In the Coliseum, we shall sing a dirge for that miniature emperor- No, for the sun itself!

--

Saber: ... Well then. Tonight is our last night together. Much has happened since you chose me as your Servant, when I think back on it. -It was wonderful. Marvelous. Our story has a magnificent arc to it, one that my former self would adore. No! What gloomy talk! I cannot abide by it! Let us focus on the grand finale! Tomorrow, I will swing my sword in a blaze of glory for you! Let us a present a grand finale that will dazzle all who see! Command me passionately until I am spent!

--

Leo: Finally, the battle I have been waiting for. Are you moved by the gravitas of the moment as well?

What do you think?

Leo: I hope you reciprocate my emotions You stir up something inside me when we fight. It would please me if you were capable of feeling what I feel. [ Chuckle. ] Oh, excuse me. I can't contain my joy. You've gone through a metamorphosis. In the prelims, you were bland- unmistakeable from an NPC. But now, you've transformed into a warrior worthy of arresting my full attention.

Warrior...? I don't know.

Leo: Of course you are a warrior- if only by the grace of the strong opponents you have defeated. Anyone would recognize you as a warrior now... Hmm, this feels rather strange. I want to fight you as soon as possible, but I'd also like to speak with you longer. I'm grateful that your defeat was reserved for me alone.

Saber: Reserved for you?! My Master has me, for goodness sake! My Master isn't losing to you, or to anyone else.

Leo: Not to insult your formidable talents, Servant, but you cannot win against me.

My Servant really is better!

Leo: Oh, did you hear that, Gawain? Care to respond?

Gawain: -Not particularly. The battlefield is where our abilities will be put to the test. Petitioning my opponent for their agreement at the moment would only reflect poorly on your reputation.

Saber: ... Hmph. At least your dog is well trained. Hey, guard dog. Can you not speak unless your Master allows you to?

Gawain: No. I simply have no need to speak, red-clad tyrant. I belong mind, body, and soul to my Master. Therefore, mY Master's words are the same as mine would be.

Saber: Ha, then you are a slave with no will of your own? There's a fine bit of poppycock! Answer me this. If your Master ordered you to slay a dear friend, would you obey that command?

Gawain: Without question. I would do any sort of thing my Master commanded, no matter how disgraceful I fully trust my Master to steer my sword true. In your example, my friend would have done something to deserve my blade.

Saber: Hmm! Fascinating. You've piqued my interest. Please, continue your nonsense.

Gawain: ... I will. Then, let my pry, Saber. Would you disobey your Master's command in that situation?

Saber: I would disobey. It's completely out of the question to kill a friend without any reason. I could not be pressed into the task even with the use of a Command Seal. But listen, knight of the sun. It's pointless to direct that qustion at me.

Gawain: Why is that?

Saber: Because my Master would never give me a command like that.

Gawain: You've deluded yourself. Hoping to see your desires carried out by your Master is nothing but disloyalty.

Saber: Hmph. My Master is not only my commander, but my lover. We share mutual affection. I'm enjoying being used as a knight, though my true rank is far higher.

Gawain: ... I see. Your attitude makes sense considering that in your empire knights were greedy aristocrats. Does that make you one of those avaricious swine who value fortune over loyalty?

Saber: Don't you compare me to an equite! Although I am an emperor, I value chivlary as you do! ... Well, your sense of loyalty is twisted. Allow me to straighten it for you on the battlefield.

Gawain: ... Fine by me. Your pretentious act as a knight grates on my nerves. Let us settle this on the battlefield.

...

Leo: The moment has finally arrived, Hakuno. Although I'm afraid I'll miss you, I have to keep going. This is it, Gawain. Utilize your sword's full capacity for me.

Gawain: I have waited for those words. My body will be your blade, and I will cut a path to the throne for you!

Saber: -Well, then. We've been letting you win so far, but we will no longer pretend you are invincible. Because the boy you call Master is far from being a true king. You two are too innocent to win.

Leo: Are you saying I shouldn't be king? You're mistaken, Saber. I'm already the king.

Saber: So long as you think you are perfect, you will never realize your flaws. And you will never be complete. I pity you, hopeful heir, for you have never known defeat. Having never felt pain, your emotions are fragile and untested. If you were to suffer defeat, you would be devastated-

Gawain: Shut your mouth, Whore of Babylon! You have no right to slander my Master!

Saber: ... Such loyalty. This is well and good, but you are a fool. You see only "the perfect king." Unless you also support his politics, you're nothing but a faithful dog.

Gawain: ... What are you saying? That's a knight's duty. A knight is the sword of his lord, and perishes with him at the end of his time. You can't be taking issue with that. I've devoted my being to my Master. Any knight who would give less than that has impure motives.

Saber: Be quiet! Bow your head to all the knights you have besmirched! Honorable as it may be to perish alongside your Master, risking your life blindly is suicide. Knight of the Sun, your righteousness prevented you from correcting your Master. A fatal mistake.

Gawain: -Even if that is true, how could someone who identifies as a king understand any of this?

Saber: That is where you are mistaken. I have always subjugated myself to beauty. Therefore, no matter who I serve, as long as I stay true to myself, I see nothing wrong!

Gawain: Wha-! You call yourself a king and yet you're willing to serve another?!

Saber: That's right. I can see you don't understand, so I will illustrate with my blade. Rainbows shine because they are illuminated by the sun. Perfect king, faithful sword. Let us see your limits!

--

Saber: The time has finally come to leave the SE.RA.PH. and head to the core of the Moon Cell. I shall miss this place, even this room, but it can't be helped. Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes. I recommend you make your final goodbyes now.

...

But what is the Holy Grail?

Kotomine: We must travel back to the last century, to the scene of a certain discovery that went unreported. The discovery occurred on the moon. Yes, on that giant clump of rock 380,000 kilometers away. Underneath the surface, a massive artifact was found... a photonic crystal over three thousand meters long. The photonic crystal is the only mineral known to man to be capable of entrapping light itself. You must understand how much such a thing must be worth? It is a recording medium for light itself. As such, it can function as a giant computer. The inside of the moon is made of light, and it is a giant computer. An awesome power, one older than human awareness. Yes, that's right. Humans did not create it. The crystal was left by an unknown civilization. An investigation into the origins and motives of said civilization ended in failure, obviously. Mankind's conventional methods of investigation cannot penetrate the mysteries of the crystal... But a less conventional method can. A magus once hacked into it. Though the language of the crystal is radically foreign, touching it with your soul imparts meaning.

... I can't process this. What he's saying is too unbelievable.

Kotomine: That magus found the crystal has but one function. To observe. That is all. For years on end, it has observed and recorded life on Earth-history, ideology, and even souls. It does nothing more than observe and record. An automated secretary left by God. That crystal is the "Moon Cell." Only in the past century has it become called the Holy Grail. An all-purpose wishing machine. Who decided the Moon Cell would only observe, I wonder? Forcing other functions upon what is primarily an observation device is generally impossible there. But the all-seeing eye is lacking the rest of its head. Though all-seeing, the Moon Cell is not a god. It obeys the laws of physics like everything else. Such as the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle. Phenomena that are not observed does not exist. By the same token, all things that are seen must be seen. Even things that are not generally considered to exist. The Moon Cell is a very complete database. It records many "if's" as well. With such operational power, the Moon Cell can both elucidate the past and provide foresight. What you are heading towards is "knowledge of the future." A place where every human wish and desire exists. A place to spy upon the future, on that terrible knowledge, must like what Laplace envisioned. The moon has no will of its own. Intelligence is a distortion of pure observation, after all. But, if someone with a will could harness the Moon Cell, they would see all of their wishes granted. The validity of one's motives, or even the very presence of motive, is inconsequential. All that matters is that the winner of the Holy Grail war is "strong."

... Just strength. An amoral priest like Kotomine would reduce human struggle like that. Does the Moon Cell... Holy Grail desire strength? Or is that the conclusion reached by whoever created this pries?

Kotomine: That is all. Did it help? What all of you have been crawling over is nothing more than the Moon Cell's surface. Go forth, reigning Master. Deep in the moon, the Ring of Fire awaits your answer. I will wait in front to of the Arena. If you find it hard to leave the Moon Cell, come find me.

...

Saber: Come to think of it, each one of our battles has been quite valuable. Though we've only faced seven foes, each battle was unique in its own way. And though our opponents were all heroes taken from human history, with me as your companion, they obviously never stood a chance. Thinking about how inexperienced you were before brings a smile to my face. That innocent little chick has grown considerably by then. In the past, I only cared about myself and gave little thought to others. In my attempts to lead, I made many mistakes and destroyed many lives. But now I am truly content. I am no longer ashamed to be your Servant You are a remarkable Master. There is still one thing that I find perplexing; your lack of desire. You claim to have no wish for the Holy Grail. I think that's a grave mistake. Regardless of whether your wish has merit, man is defined by his desires. You'd do well to follow my example. Even now I enjoy life to its fullest. Also- Also, I get a great deal of pleasure from looking upon your smiling face... That is how much I've enjoyed the battles we have shared. For me, who has never been loved, our time together has been precious. It is truly wonderful to be foremost in the thoughts of another. You, who mean the world to me, let's go! May you defeat all who oppose you! For that reason I will temper you by subjecting you to endless torture!

...

Twice: Hey, Hakuno. I've been waiting for you. Congratulations, by the way. You have won the Holy Grail War. I'd love to have a celebration in your honor, but unfortunately this place doesn't allow for that sort of thing. While it might not be worth what you had to do to survive this far, you'll have to make do with my applause. But allow me to say this: I approve, praise, an dam proud of you more than I have been of anyone else. Throughout the numerous repetitions of the Holy Grail War, you are, by far, the most extraordinary Master.

While he seems friendly, there is something more dangerous about him than any of my other opponents. It's a feeling of "nothingness." There is something very strange about the man in front of me-

Saber: ... There is someone else here. That man has a Servant with him.

At the same time she mentions his Servant, I can feel Rin tense up as she shoots a glare in his direction.

Rin: Watch out, Hakuno! This guy... isn't an NPC! He's... a Master! ... But why would a Master be here? The war is over and the only Master left standing should be you...

Twice: Well, to be absolutely accurate, I could just as easily say that you're a Master who shouldn't be here, too. How can a Master who was defeated still be alive and present in this place? I must look into this later... Well, that's an issue for another day. At least one rule will still be enforced: Only one Master may leave. And unfortunately, you are the one who will disappear. I advise you to enjoy what little time you have left. Now that's settled- I'm pretty sure the question on your mind is, "What are you," right? A pertinent question worthy of an answer. Of course, I am both an NPC and a Master. To be more accurate, I should say... I was.

Rin: Was... You mean, you became a Master after being an NPC? That's-

She briefly glances my way, her eyes wide with shock.

Twice: I suppose a more thorough explanation is necessary. The story's kind of long, but please bear with me. First, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Twice H. Pieceman, but please, just call me Twice.

Rin: Twice...?! I thought you being a cyber ghost was just an urban legend, but to think it's actually true... Everything I've learned about you paints you as a person who hated war and was dedicated to saving lives. This massacre- You, of all people, should detest this war. But considering how you are now, it's-

Twice: So that's how history sees me. That I detested war... That part is definitely true. I hate war and will not tolerate its existence in any form. Not even the Harways are exempt from this fact. However, that truth only scratches the surface of my beliefs. Much like the Moon Cell, it seems that a single well-known function has erroneously defined my true ideals... It began when I was a student obsessed with the history of humanity. I will never forget the many shocking realizations I received during the course of my studies. The betrayals that make up history, combined with severe shell-shock, gave him an abnormal hatred of war. Allow me to clarify. By him I mean Twice Pieceman. And he was, in fact, incredibly ill. When he saw any image depicting war, he was overcome with overwhelming panic attacks. It was almost as if he would get severe heart palpitations and his blood pressure would skyrocket. From that day he, meaning me, was consumed with an unease that became almost painful in its intensity. Even after becoming a scientist, he still risked death to save others because of that unbearable pain. That's the whole of it. What drove him during his time in the mortal coil was not a sense of righteousness. What drove me was one simple question: Why was I the only one who seemed to hate war? As I said, Twice was ill. There was no reason for him to risk his life so foolishly on the battlefield. Why did I involve myself in war? Was it to understand it better? Especially considering the effect war had on me? Even while struggling with those questions, my mortal self still irrationally kept going into battle. And in the year 1999, a horrible neurological disease broke out in the city located in the far East. Based on the available evidence, the cause of the outbreak was a biological weapon created by terrorists. Twice was called to the city to treat the victims of the attack when he was caught in a major attack himself. According to records made available to the public, the death toll was set at five thousand people. The Moon Cell puts the real count to eight thousand and two hundred. As you can see, the government under-reported the number a tad...

I can see the exhaustion in his eyes. He seems to think his story is no more than an amusing anecdote. Although it's hard to tell if he's amused by the governments possible cunning or total incompetence.

Twice: Anyway, that's when I-no, the person I am patterned after, died. Twice ended up one of those eight thousand and two hundred.

-Something's strange. I remember seeing the place where he died, as if I too was one of those many victims.

Twice: I can recall the sight of the buildings set aflame. But when I was Twice, it was a scene I had experienced before. It was then that the mortal Twice, the person I was, recaptured the repressed memories of his childhood. In the 1970's there was a clash of ethnic groups, arranged by major powers as a war by proxy. Twice was orphaned in the conflict. The place I remembered was hell. Everything around me was collapsing. Everything fell without any sense of morality and without any acknowledgment of the value of life. And there lies its brilliance. The young Twice must have concluded that life itself was truly a miracle. All that remained of that epiphany I've already told you. Anyway, Twice was adopted and became a doctor. And though I tried to forget the past, that one fundamental truth was burned forever into my soul. Twice despised war more and it became his intent to kill war itself. I got involved in war in order to end it. However, at the core of my very being wasn't a denial of the meaning of war. It wasn't that at all. Twice had seen many battlefields. The never-ending hell. The horrific evil perpetuated by humanity. A group of soldiers made to fight against an army many times their size, that was far more experienced and supplied. Forced to flee from guerrillas, a girl of five travels on foot through a jungle that few could hope to survive. Innocent victims of violence who rebuilt their village and their lives without help from anyone. I find that odd. Even though I hated war, I saw a great deal of strength emerge from the conflicts I witnessed... Now that I think on it, the mortal me was the same. All of Twice's great works were born of war. The many revelations. The uncounted number of rescues. None would have happened without the hell that is war. All the mortal me really did was bring back a number of things from the depths of hell. And in the end, I was a victim of a terrorist attack. But as I was dying, it all came back to me. I saw the burned fields of my home and recalled the tenacity that helped me go on, even as everyone else died. -Yes. Three seconds before my heart stopped I finally received an answer to my question. It was never denial. What drove that Twice repeatedly into hell was because I- I, who eventually fell victim to violence, could no longer consider war the ultimate folly of mankind. Nothing can be hidden from the Moon Cell and it records all it observes, including my final thoughts. As time went on I was reborn as an NPC based on the record of my mortal life, just like any other NPC here. They may appear human, but are nothing more than puppets playing assigned roles. I was the same. However-

Rin: You managed to gain self-awareness... But, how? And why?

Twice: Maybe interacting with so many Masters combined with my skills as a spirit hacker pushed me into consciousness. More likely it was just an anomaly born from a single near-impossibility. How it happened, I cannot say. However, once I gained true consciousness, the only thing I could do was act as Twice Pieceman would. The dream that I saw as I died, the ideal that existed only in my mind, I now exist only to make it a reality.

Rin: So what was the dream that the mortal Twice saw as he died?

Twice: Endless war, of course. To see mankind engage in a great war of mutual extinction.

He says this last statement in a matter-of-fact tone. There's no hint of insanity visible in his eyes. Naturally, and with obvious sincerity he can somehow utter such a statement of absolute madness.

Twice: The future has been corrupted. That is the conclusion I've come to after studying the Moon Cell's records. Anyone with a brain can see that the world is doomed. Humankind has long since passed its adolescent stage. Man was still maturing in the 1900's. A balance was struck between penury and prosperity, but it didn't last- The period of immaturity ended, but the golden age that should have followed never occurred. You do realize this, right? What has happened to the planet and its people should never have come to be. The spirit of mankind has stagnated, just as the world has. The future is rotting away like overripe fruit. When that fruit should be at its best, it has fallen to the ground. That's not the way history should be.

-That is how Rin and Leo described the world: a place of peace, stupefying stagnation, and entropy. But... is war really the answer?

Twice: Because it is the most efficient way for mankind to progress. Stability and stasis only act to preserve a species. If the objective of modern man is merely survival, then there is no reason for them to exist. In my previous life, a great many lives and resources were consumed for the sake of convenience. Why? What was the need for such prosperity? Prosperity is just an illusion and exists only for its own sake... I expect that you agree with me. Humans are capricious creatures that must feed on dreams to evolve. The preliminaries illustrate this truth. In an artificial peace, ignorant aggressors revel in idleness. Humans can only mature after breaking free from their idleness. That seems to be the case for you. And now, ideologies are based on the detritus of an ignoble and forgotten past. -That loss can't be overcome. I cannot allow such ideas to become the foundation of the next epoch of human civilization. Don't you agree? If the future isn't worth the suffering of the past, that would make man mere murderers. For the humans who lived in the distant past, the future that man is now planning cannot be accepted. The future that will be is a mistake. Humanity has not spent countless lives for the society that is to come. But we cannot reverse time. Since going back is impossible, there is no choice but to move forward. With that in mind- We will recreate the wars of the past and revise the history of the last hundred years. By having everyone fight in a war of survival, mankind's consciousness will be forced onto the correct path. My wish has become a firm conviction. As the winner of the Holy Grail War, your existence is proof of that.

Rin: Come again...? Hold up a second. What in the hell is that supposed to mean?

Rin looks at me with flames in her eyes as if demanding an explanation, but I'm just as in the dark as she is.

Twice: Originally, the Holy Grail War was a way for the Moon Cell to gather data. It didn't even have a name at first. The Moon Cell only wanted the best data samples. Having a war of survival was a good way to separate the chaff. However, up until now the magi who came here made excuses for their actions, but still killed and then fled. Truly an atrocity, wouldn't you say? Until I won, this world was buried under a mountain of corpses. After all, being an NPC I get the luxury of continuing on even if I die. I watched their fights as an NPC and when I became conscious, I fought battles of my own, weak though I was. After several dozen fights, I finally reached this elevated seat. After that, my story becomes simpler. Manipulating the rules of this place, I created the Holy Grail war. A battle of survival from which only a single person may emerge victorious. I remade this world into a place where the limits of human potential can be pushed beyond one's imaginations. And then you appeared. The weakest Master in the tournament, you managed to defeat the king of the world. You were totally unsuited for this ordeal in the beginning, just as I was. As a nameless figure drawn from masses, you've become the one in whose hands rests the fate of the world. Your soul's been tempered by crisis and conflict. Your new strength is a testament to the potential of man. When mankind reaches the heights you have, they will move forward, clearing a path for those yet to come. Now, it's time for you to claim the Grail for your own. You've earned the right to show the world the true path. Shout out so that all can hear you say that war is necessary. That humanity can and must evolve quickly. Just input this one little phrase into the Moon Cell: don't stop. After that, you can do whatever you wish. Whether you become a king or a god is up to you. You have my blessing as your choice will bring endless war... The wounds suffered by humanity after losing countless lives in endless conflicts run deep. And if the only reward for such suffering is stagnation, then humanity deserves to be cast into a new void. Some sacrifices cannot go unheeded. Mankind must be inflicted with wounds that they will never forget.

Rin: ... I actually understand where you're coming from.

As I remain paralyzed by doubt, Rin begins to speak, her apparent calm belied in the heat of her eyes.

Rin: Your story was interesting, but it left one question unanswered. It's about you winning the war in the past. You never once mentioned making a wish on the Holy Grail. Why? Why have her make your wish for you?

Twice: An excellent question. The answer is that I can't. If I touch the Holy Grail, my wish would be rejected. According tot he Moon Cell, my existence is nothing more than an irregular data stream. I can fool the low-level processes, but if I access the core I'd be seen as an NPC and immediately deleted. My victories would mean nothing. I need a legitimate Master, someone who can make my wish a reality.

Rin: Anomalous data would be deleted...

What emotion did her words express? Her mumbling sounded very much like dejected sigh. The girl besides me shuts her eyes for a moment and then directs her gaze at Twice, as if to deny the obvious.

Twice: That's why I've stopped here. I've been waiting for years at the gate to the core, awaiting one I deem worthy... Upon reflection, I wasted a great deal of time. I was able to plant the seeds of war on Earth from here by manipulating and manufacturing information. But it was a case of too little, too late. Also, my methods were unreliable and on too small of a scale.

Rin: ...?! Instances of terrorism and violence have skyrocketed recently. So you're the cause of it all.

Twice: With full access to the Moon Cell's records and my ability to divine the future, I can bring about Armageddon. Of course, I don't intend for everyone to die. I simply wish to instigate a war that anyone can survive. You can see it through the gate. There lies the Moon's core, an object made from the purest photonic crystal. The results of the simulations of Earth's future run by the Moon Cell are stored as light within the core. The one who reaches the core has the right to choose the course of the future from infinite possibilities. I'm sure you understand now. Whoever claims the Moon Cell can manipulate reality as they see fit. This object, which envisioned an infinite number of possible futures, can reshape the fabric of reality.

If what he says is true, then the Holy Grail could accurately be considered the mind and will of god. Nothing is impossible. It is truly an object of unimaginable power with infinite possibilities.

Twice: Yes, you do understand. It has many other names; The Photonic Abyss, Angelica Cage. Take your pick. You have earned the right to claim it as your own. Now, please proceed. Unleash the perfect storm upon the world. To undo the lie of stability, re-write history as I have said.

Twice looks in my direction, an expression of earnest confidence reflected on his face. Almost as if he is sure that I share his belief that war is the answer. This man, while despising war and violence, could not ignore the immediate results that war brings. This supposed comrade, who gained strength through fighting much like I did, clears a path for me. However-

>The dead belong only to the past.
>Only those I care about matter to me.
>I didn't come here to wish for death.
>I know that war isn't the answer.
>... I can't honestly say he's wrong.

>Only those I care about matter to me.

The future and evolution of man. Neither of these things seem to matter to me in any meaningful way. And even if I was someone great in my mortal life, I have no right to claim kingship in this era or any other. The well-being of the world and of mankind. There's no way I could bear such a tremendous burden. Even if I choose to accept the burden, it's not right take it on because others refuse to do so. That's why my mind is occupied with thought of what is precious to me. A cherished, irreplaceable, existence. If I could protect that which I hold most dear, then that should dictate the path I choose to walk. I glance at the girl beside me, who gives me a quizzical look in return. I guess my feelings aren't apparent. Though she may not understand my feelings, the smile she suddenly gives me means the world to me. It is that one thing that I cherish dearly; the minor wish I discovered in the Holy Grail War. It needs to be within my reach. While that mindset might be the cause of the current stagnation, is it so wrong to want to embrace someone you hold dear? The war that Twice wants to bring about will hurt the one I care about the most. I cannot allow that to happen.

Twice: Your conclusion is overly sentimental, don't you think? I expected that, but still... Give it a bit more thought. Servant. I'd like to hear your thoughts on the matter. Do you think I'm evil and should be eradicated?

Saber: Don't be ridiculous. Good and evil, right and wrong; none of these things have any meaning. Those of any substance always move forward, even as they suffer the consequences of their mistakes. Spilling the blood of others even as they shed their own, they prove their worth through their own deeds. That is the way humanity has always been, and will always be. It is utter stupidity to think that beauty only comes from a delusional sense of righteousness.

Saber speaks to Twice in her normal indifferent, slightly superior tone, but a slight edge starts creeping in.

Saber: Good and evil are one and the same; it just depends on which side you stand. Your ideals mean nothing to me. But I do have question I wish to ask of you. You claim to have been here for a long time. There must have others who've come before us... What happened to all of the previous winners?

Good question. Now that I think about it, there should be some sign of those who came before me.

Twice: They were incapable of seeing my point of view. Or more accurately, they didn't see the value of my dream.

Twice looks meaningfully at the pillars surrounding the area. -His answer couldn't be any clearer.

Twice: The pillars gathered together are their gravestones.

Saber: -I see. You reward the victors not with the garland, but the poisoned chalice. That fact alone is enough to make you an enemy of mine.

Saber draws her sword. Like her, I can't excuse his actions, even if it means becoming another stone pillar.

Twice: ... I don't understand. Unlike any other human, you are the embodiment of everything I believe in.

That might seem to be the case, but even if we walk the same path, our feelings may be completely opposite. I must have died in the same incident that took Twice. However, I learned different lessons in my death.

Twice: Sadly for your, you cannot escape. Only a single Master may leave the Moon Cell once they've made it here. Once the participants have been reduced to one, permission is granted to leave the SE.RA.PH. This is the one thing I cannot change. The Moon Cell has made this rule a fundamental requirement for entry. In other words, there's still you and me. As long as both of us exist, neither can escape this place. So there is no path open to you but the one that leads to the Holy Grail. And given your capricious nature, I can't relax yet. There's no guarantee your potential will shine through. The world has reached its limit as well. Soon it will be too late to overcome the stagnation of man.

-However, Twice Pieceman is wrong. If the Moon Cell automatically erased irregular data, I cannot go inside. Just like Twice, if I pass through that gate, I will be eliminated. And if Twice somehow wins, he will gain nothing. In the end, no one will win this fight. But even knowing that-

Twice: I'm not big on brainwashing as it can end in self-destruction. But your spirit might survive the process. It doesn't matter to me if you resist. If you want your wish to come true, you'll have to defeat me anyway. And such is destiny. At the end of things, this is the conclusion we arrive at. Now then, it's time to bring this chapter in the Holy Grail War to a close. To the victor goes the spoils- That is the way of humanity; something that will never change...! It is by fighting for one's life that a person's spirit will grow and become stronger. I may well be a malevolent force in regards to man, but life is an endless cycle. I have been bestowed this power not only to protect one person, but to preserve the whole. Look upon my works and despair, Servant. For here comes my salvation, straight from the Moon Cell's records! Come, Legendary Soul of salvation! The answer to all, the sole entity to escape the agony of existence!

Savior: -If it is for the purpose of creating the path mankind will follow the dharmata and thus to enlightenment, then I will come forth to grant salvation to all things and guide them with the might of my vajra.

Saber: Another calamity arises. This Legendary Soul may be too much for one such as I, who knows only anguish... Ah, what am I saying?! I have you by my side! Now that I have someone to share my pain with, I know that we shall both blossom! As long as you're with me, there is no Servant more powerful than I! Enlightenment will not shield him! Praetor, the time has come for you to show that you are capable of defeating this person. You are not one to devote yourself wholly to violence and, like the man before us, incomplete when alone. While some may consider your need to reach out to others a weakness, I consider it your greatest strength. Let us begin. It is only fitting that, in this final battle, you and I vanquish our enemy together!

The words of my Servant serve to encourage me. And in the end, Twice was right about one thing: there are somethings that conflict can help to grow. And the most important to me is the bond that now exists between me and my Servant. Regardless of the strength of the enemy or the consequences failure will have on the future, I won't back down. I will face this one last battle with the one who has been with me from the beginning by my side-!

...

To extinguish the remaining fires of war that Twice had set ablaze. To put an end to the senseless bloodshed of the Holy Grail war once and for all. The Moon Cell Automaton. The very mind of god. I will seal it away so that no one will ever be able to access it again. And also to return her, the last true survivor, safely to her mortal existence. A number of wishes race through my mind, but I won't have the time to ask for them all. I can only ask for the most important of my desires. But any wish I make will be influenced by the experiences I gained fighting in this war. I make my way to the Holy Grail, the object that is both bane and boon to the one fortunate enough to survive.

Rin: ... My regret at not being the winning Master has never been stronger than it is now. No matter how much I want to force the issue, since I am not the victor I cannot go near the Holy Grail.

With one last sigh, she retreats into silence. I silently thank her for not making an already painful parting worse than it already is and continue making my way to the gate. And then I reach out to touch the Holy Grail, the very core of the Moon Cell.

Rin: Well... I mean- I really hate what I'm about to say; it sounds like I'm making excuses for myself. But things could've ended worse. I probably would've lost to Twice, not due to lack of skill, but of heart. That's why I'm glad you're the one who made it to the end. I want you to know that I truly mean that.

Before me stands the Holy Grail. I slowly extend my hand and place it on the core of the Moon Cell-

... The instant I make contact with it, I am drawn inside the Holy Grail. To be more accurate, I am absorbed into it like water being absorbed by a sponge. In the short time before I'm erased from existence, my consciousness is immersed into the Moon Cell. I can see everything that exists within it: every piece of information, every observation, every conclusion. The sheer volume of information and ideas stored in the Moon Cell forms an intricate collage that no human could decipher, though I sense a pattern. In fact, I cannot say that Twice's interpretation of human history as recorded by the Moon Cell was wrong. For war has always brought change. But in this day and age, humanity has mistaken stagnation for peace. And throughout it all, the Moon Cell continues to silently record what it sees, without ever taking action. After endlessly analyzing the data it records, it files away its conclusions and resumes its role of voyeur. It is there on Earth that the whole of human existence is contained. Whatever triumph and tragedies befall mankind and their world, the Moon Cell continues to silently observe and record. It is that strength, that force of existence, that Twice failed to see and understand- But now is not the time to become emotional. I have to tell the Holy Grail what my wish is.

-Input complete. I was able to enter my wish without a single mistake... I think... Now, all there is for me to do is wait for the end of my tenuous existence to come.

-However. Oddly the time of my death doesn't seem to be coming any time soon. Being one with the Moon Cell, I share its unique view of time where infinity can be contained in a single second. So even the briefest moment seems somewhat more drawn out than normal. But even with that, it-?

Saber: Wait a moment, this cannot be right. Perhaps that man, Twice, was mistaken?

I can hear my Servant mutter into my ear. They aren't there in person, but as a part of the Holy Grail. My guess is that my Servant had somehow slipped unseen into the Holy Grail the same time I entered.

Saber: ... Don't act as if you just noticed me. It is your duty to be aware of my presence at all times, after all.

However, something doesn't feel right. With the war over, there is no reason for her to follow me here.

Saber: This is your final duty as a Master, correct? Then it is only natural that I am present at this time. Especially since it seems as if this is a time when you are in need of my strength.

... So that's what she's doing. With the additional presence, the time the Moon Cell needs to finish the elimination process is increased. As is her way, she has come to aid her worthless Master one final time. However, a delay this long can't be the result of my Servant's presence. Something else must be going on. Since I'm connected to the Moon Cell, it shouldn't be too difficult to find out what's going on. In what seems to be only a heartbeat, the whole of my consciousness arrives as one long data file.

Saber: -? This... appears to be you. What does "cryogenic storage" mean?

-The info in this data file concerns a patient with a fatal brain disease that affects memory retention. And the only doctor familiar with the surgical procedure used to treat the disease died in a terrorist attack. Until another surgeon could replicate the procedure, the patient was put into cryogenic storage- If there is a living human that shares my exact identity, then I may more than random bits of data. That must be the reason why I'm still around; the Moon Cell needs more time to analyze this new information. But I'm sure that girl didn't come here as a magus. I'm just a copy of a person trapped in an endless dream. Whatever the case, my fate is almost assured. I'm sure that my time here is fast coming to an end. However, there remains enough time to send out one final message.

Rin: ...? What is this data? You're actually aliv- Ah, that's not quite right. This is just the data you've been modeled after. That person isn't you. But, at the same time it is you. This person has the same heart, spirit, and pattern of the soul. So... it turns out that you and I live in the same age after all... Fair enough, I dislike being the loser, and now that I know you exist on the outside, I'll track you down. If you're still asleep when I do, I'll pound away on you until you wake up. I'm pretty sure it will only take one of my infamously violent outbursts to bring you back to reality! ... And if I can manage it all, I want our reunion to be on a rooftop, somewhere with a beautiful view. Until then-please wait for me. I will come and find you. I promise.

That promise was to both the girl that sleeps and the girl who begins to fade. That once she leaves this place, we will meet again- And it is because of that promise that I can finally allow myself to be at peace.

Saber: I'm not sure I understand, but do you mean that you have an existence outside of this world? Then everything should work out fine. You are my Master. You know what needs to be done, correct? And you do have my permission to visit me occasionally. Actually, come anytime you wish! I'd be happy to see you again. It makes me happy to know our relationship won't be ending soon.

... It sounds like it would entail an incredible amount of effort, though. I sympathize with her for having such a burden. Though it's someone else's problem, it's my responsibility. The dissolution of my current self has begun. Outside of the Holy Grail, Rin's voice begins to fade away. As what makes me, me is compressed into the smallest unit of illicit data, I think on my slumbering half. When she wakes up her memory will be a blank page, with no friends or family to help or guide her. I wonder how that strange, new world will appear to her. Nothing about her past will have any meaning.

-What am I saying. If that's the only thing to be lost, then I'd be okay. Although I'll miss those I've met along the way, the world will still be here. And as long as the path before me remains, I will continue to walk it. There are no grades given for goals and wishes. No matter how small they may seem to others, as long as I keep moving forward they will eventually come to fruition. As it is the desire for that wish to become reality that will keep you going until the end. I have no worries. There will always be those who strive to change the world, those I care about. I will be able to live with them and eventually move forward into the future with them.

I can't believe how promising and hopeful the future sounds... I can't wait for it arrive.

and I will retire with the crown | the previous life of an emperor | script