I died silently while walking on the street with my beloved children.

Chase the roots paranoidly, treat all possible obstacles as inhibitory forces, and then die wildly.

I got the terrible toys, smeared them in the world wantonly, and then died in fear.

...

It is hard to describe any sadness.

Despair that cannot be expressed no matter how it is portrayed.

Among the six billion populations, there are always people standing on the other side.

There are always people who need to give up. ()

A happy seat cannot accommodate everyone.

So they can only disappear.

——But why is it me? Why can I see it?

The sound of the answer is still, and then a more detailed scene appears in front of you.

People are sad...

People are in pain...

People are desperate...

People are dying...

No matter how hard you try, you can't save them.

A person's ability is at its limit.

I ran around the scene of the disaster, letting my heart twitch filled my chest with pain.

——People die because of you, you can’t save them.

The culprit is laughing proudly, crazy laughing, and regarding my efforts as their favorite clown comedy.

Why?

Why kill them?

——That’s because of you.

——Because you always have to save those damn people.

——We can only ask you to die, together with others' share.

The evil assembled body approached the wild beasts unruly.

——In this world, someone decides who wants to die, so not anyone can save it.

——You who work hard to do this are worthy of admiration but cannot imitate it. If a mortal wants to do extraordinary things, they will hit the extraordinary wall and make their heads bleed.

——So please die with peace of mind and just treat yourself as a sacrifice to save someone you shouldn’t have saved.

——For those who accompany you to die with you, forgive me.

Damn it was you—!

It is you who deserves to be forgiven!

If you kill you can save the world, I will kill you without hesitation.

No! I will kill you now and let you go to hell to forgive all those who have died.

I want to clear your life to save more lives-!

kill--

Chasing the throat of life and cutting off the limbs of life.

Crush the struggle of life and take away the hope of life.

Holding the enemy's neck, he raised him high and offered him to the altar of the world.

For this world—

I will-

"Shirou..."

The man was still struggling, his hideous face twisting for breathing.

"Shi, Lang..."

The sound of the weak slapping arm is so weak that it can be twisted gently.

But that voice-

"Shirou, come back soon..."

It was the sound of calling me back. I saw two lines of sad tears shed from her pale face, dripping on my raised hands.

"Come back quickly..."

That person is—

"return……"

——Seba.

I staggered and let go of my hand, and the girl fell from mid-air, like pure white flowers withering, falling on the wreckage of the world.

The surroundings were still at the scene of the disaster, and the vague appearance of people dying was looming around them.

I didn't care at all, and I only had the girl who fell from my hands, my mind was blank.

After a while, Seba sat up with difficulty, lowered his head and coughed while covering his throat.

"Seba, how are you? Are you in good health? Why is this happening?"

I rolled and crawled to the girl, frantically afraid of hurting her.

"I'm sorry, I don't know that this will happen. We shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't have hurt you..."

While using all the words of apology and care, I looked back in a hurry, but I couldn't find any helpful tools.

Until Seba put down his hand covering his throat and looked up at me.

What is that expression?

"That's you, that's not just you-"

Why is Saiba's expression so sad?

The cold breath spreads in my body.

"Seba, what are you thinking? Let's leave immediately and never come to such a ghost place again. There must be other ways to end this dream, and there must be..."

The girl's cold hands were placed on the palm of my hand.

"Shirou, I'm fine."

"It's strange that there is nothing wrong. I heard that if a person dies in a dream, he will wake up, and we can do it."

I remember the often-appearing pieces in movies.

"Shirou—"

Saiba's voice became stern, stopping my nonsense and acts.

"We need to go on, this is your nightmare. If we don't go on, he will entangle you for the rest of his life."

"If you want to entangle me, I can go on again in the future. Now I must protect you from leaving."

"You don't understand, Shirou, I don't need your protection."

"I almost hurt you just now. I never want to see such a scene again. I must take you out--"

"That's impossible..."

Saiba sighed faintly, and his eyes showed a deep sadness.

"Why do you say that? There must be other ways, like what I just said..."

The white palm pressed on my mouth, and the delicate girl leaned up, and my panicked expression clearly reflected in the Holy Green eyes.

"Shirou first heard from me that it is not just your dream here. Without me, you would not be able to defeat him or take me out."

"What does Seba mean? Is there anyone else here?"

There are other people in my dreams. I tried to calm myself down, but my heart was even more panicked.

"That is your nightmare, longer and stronger than your life. To defeat him, you must accept, surpass, and--remember my call."

Saiba, why do you have such a sad expression?

Why do you feel so missed?

I couldn't say this sentence. In the face of sadness that appeared when Seba recalled something, something stuck in my heart and made me unable to say it.
Chapter completed!