The sudden explosion and fire in the dark night woke up countless people's dreams.

Although there were many passengers living on the floor where the explosion was exposed, fortunately the explosion was not large, and only two houses were actually affected.

The young couple who were the first to be hit is probably gone.

While busy putting out the fire, the hotel staff roughly counted the disaster area, and the lucky feeling contained a hint of sympathy for the young couple.

The only thing that the dead boy and girl can get is this.

Within a few days, even their parents could not know the news of their children's death.

The onlookers sighed, shook their heads, exchanges of sympathy or gloating finally slowly dissipated.

An ordinary Eastern face, a young man in an ordinary sportswear, listened to the discussions of the people around him and moved along the flow of people to the distance.

He was also a resident of the hotel. Fortunately, he was far away from the explosion and he did not suffer any losses in the disaster. However, after waking up from his sleep, he could not sleep in the hotel. He picked up his travel backpack and left the hotel.

It's one o'clock in the morning, and even if you find another hotel, you can't maintain a good sleep.

The boy sighed sadly and walked bored in the streets in the middle of the night.

Even if the big event occurs late at night, when they confirm that it will not endanger them, they will quickly return to their own track.

Night is a time for people to sleep.

Even though the explosion just now attracted countless people to watch, the firefighters would be unable to sleep all night, and they gathered on the street in an instant, discussing sudden disasters. After getting the disaster would not endanger their own cognition, they disappeared from the street silently.

Before he knew it, the boy found that the streets became empty again.

He tightened his collar nervously, and looked around while walking, hoping to see a bus or taxi passing by.

It was simply a night when all traces of humanity were eliminated by magic.

The cold rages across the streets, invading from the boy's collar.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked forward blankly.

On the cold street, under the cold street lights, a pure white girl suddenly appeared.

Pure white, simple but elegant long skirt.

Blond hair is tied behind the head, emitting a warm texture.

On her fair and jade-like face, her eyes that were as green as clear as the lake water were gentle on her eyes, she looked at the boy traveling alone late at night.

"It's so cute..."

In front of the pure white girl, the boy stopped and was so shocked by the sudden beauty that he forgot his language.

Just like the meeting between a boy and a girl in a boy's novel comic.

On the empty streets, looking at each other for a long time, instantly eternity.

However, the girl did not fall into the teenager's thoughts. She walked silently towards the teenager, her clear voice echoing in the streets.

"I finally found you, Masahide Kimura."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Although you have changed your image, the magic breath on you cannot disappear. The more you use magic to disguise yourself, the more you will be unable to cover yourself."

"Haha, sorry, I think you recognized the wrong person."

The boy was trying to retreat while hiding, but suddenly he found another figure appeared behind him.

Black light armored armed forces and bloody spears on their shoulders. Is this the urban legendary spear killer?

"Masahis Kimura, this is really different from me. Even I can't recognize him. King Arthur, have you found the wrong person?"

"I believe in my knight."

The white girl's voice was gentle and firm, and her eyes firmly locked the boy in front of her.

"Masahis Kimura, you are determined to join the Holy Grail War and even kill innocent people. Now, as my enemy - are you ready to pay the price?"

"Damn! - What's going on? Why did I meet such a strange person?!"

Realizing the arrival of the crisis, the boy's face turned pale. He suddenly turned around and ran towards the other side of the street.

"Lancer, if he is willing to face the enemy head-on, please let him die as a hero, and if he still wants to escape, let him pay the price of death."

"As you wish, King Arthur."

The body of the servant holding the gun suddenly disappeared, and when he appeared again, he had already stabbed the boy in the heart with a shot from behind.

If the other party is really just an innocent boy, he will undoubtedly die with one blow.

Just as the spear was about to be stabbed, the boy moved the bag behind him and then pressed against the tip of Lancer's gun.

The heroic spirit's treasure was unable to penetrate a simple backpack like that. The huge force was gathered in the backpack, and finally the backpack burst out without much burden.

"The truth is finally revealed."

Lancer swept across the spear in discomfort, rolling the splashed pieces in a roll. In front of him, the young man pulled out a short blade hidden in his backpack with his right hand, and a helpless smile appeared on his face that turned around.

"Damn, I've been performing so hard, why are you just unwilling to cooperate well?"

The girl called King Arthur looked at the hippie-smiling boy, with no slight fluctuations in her expression. Her calm eyes moved away from the boy, looked at her knight, nodded, and then fell into the farthest night.

Above the tall buildings there is Saber's battlefield.

Above the distant sky, a blue figure cut through the sky.

In the dark streets, the pure white girl ignored the spear raised by the black knight and the upcoming tragedy.

Until the boy let out a life-saving cry.

"archer, save me-!"

Accompanied by the boy's call, several waves of treasures passed through the night and were nailed to the concrete floor in front of Lancer.

The treasure that was shot out like a vent of anger made the follower of the gun retract back into the soles of the foot before stepping.

"archer, why did you step into this mess? You know that this method can't stop me."

The red figure appeared out of thin air on the corner of the street, and his cold eyes passed by the lancer, staring at the pure white girl in front of him.

"Haha, Archer is indeed an inability to refuse other people's requests for help. Even if he saves me, he finally survived-"

Ignoring the noise of Masahis Kimura, the girl frowned slightly and looked at the bright red knight who suddenly appeared helplessly.

"Why do you show up at this time? The newborn."

"Is he the lancer on the dark side? And who are you? Why call me a newborn?"

The blue saber is fighting on the other side, and why is there another saber here? Even more insulated from darkness than the saber recognized by the archer.

The unbelievable facts in front of him caused Archer's distress, and what made him even more dissatisfied was that the girl in front of him seemed to have only one look that could affect his emotions.

The pure white girl is closer to a king than anyone he has seen, making everyone unable to help but want to get close, trust, and follow.

"What you call the dark side is, but your denial of the other self, firmly believing that you have the right to choose the path of life and deny the other person's existence. But you, who are liberated by another self trapped in darkness, should understand what I mean."

"Liberated me?"

"It is precisely because he has borne all the pain and despair of Shiro Emiya and all the negative emotions that make you think of yourself as a newcomer so relaxedly, right?"

Is that true?

Because my pain was transferred to another person, I was able to have a new understanding of myself?!

"What are you kidding?!"

The bright red knight's body seemed to be trembling.

I denied the difference between the person on the throne of Heroes and the self, and untie the resentment that had been entangled in myself, but now I tell me that I was able to be reborn by the sacrifice of another person.

"Can't even accept this? Poor newbie."

Archer's pain aroused the interest of Lancer next to him. He was always willing to take advantage of the enemy who had fought many times and disliked each other.

"It is his bloody hand that is swallowed by the darkness of arsura, and you are the newcomer in the last war, which is what you call the dark side."

"Bastard, shut up."

Lancer's face changed color, but the pure white girl stopped his attack.

"Don't worry too much about the past, archer, whether he or you, this is Shirou Emiya."

"The saber in front of me, as in this way, do you want to tell me that another saber who is still fighting is the real dark side?!"

"No, she's just another option for me."

"So you didn't hesitate to directly choose to kill someone, which is also a decision of light?"

The black double swords formed in Archer's hands. He waved his weapon and pointed at the boy behind him who was about to escape, but was stared at by Lancer, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his face.

"No, this is my choice as king."

"But I know Saber will never do this!"

"If you think so, you're wrong. Saber and I are both kings who have been kings. As kings who bear countless lives, we all know how many deaths each of our decisions will lead to. You even know the meaning of it better than us."

Shirou Emiya has repeated this decision many times after using one person's death to exchange for more people's lives. So Archer understands it very well.
To be continued...