The ritual that Ayaka had continued when her father still lived–because she was unable to refuse him–had already become a habit.Īyaka easily took out a pigeon that was bred in the garden. Herbs and magecraft plants were nourished here, together with a large number of pigeons used for sacrifices and crows to be used as familiars.Įmotionlessly, Ayaka proceeded with the magecraft ritual in front of an aged podium.Īyaka did not have any goals or dreams herself. If someone were to ask whether I am happy or not, living this life, then I would definitely say that I am very happy.Īs she continued this monologue, she finished her breakfast, left her house, and headed for the garden.The garden was full of catalysts for her Witch Craft. This is an ordinary life that I could not have imagined while Father had lived. This is an ‘ordinary day’ that I had already taken for granted. Today, the city is still at peace, and my life is calm. Three chairs were placed around the table, the two empty ones for her father and elder sister. Every single day was marked, and an ominous and lethal ‘cross’ was placed over today’s date.Īyaka walked towards the dining table and had her breakfast alone. The camera shifted to the calendar hanging on the wall. Lazily, Ayaka opened her eyes, put on her glasses, and got up with a resigned expression on her face. The protagonist, Ayaka, woke up to the morning light in her bedroom. My countdown to death has finally reached zero. EARLY MORNING ~ AYAKA ĪYAKA (Monologue, shortened to M henceforth): Saber ran quickly to grab the bottle, and Archer wore a fierce smile, like he was waiting for an opportunity to jump and behead Saber. The glass bottle danced in the air in between the platforms, above the tracks. After it had passed, the two have armed themselves. The atmosphere was tense.Ī subway car passes. Don’t you think so, Saber?Īrcher arrogantly provoked him. To want to kill the other person from the bottom of one’s heart, you can only experience that once in your life. However, sometimes a disgustingly formidable opponent is more precious than gold. He’s the type of person who is careful to the end, a coward, and will helplessly miss a good show. To let the Master die from the poison, but… He said to just let Saber perish on his own. While I don't know what the poisons hurting Ayaka actually are, I also have this medicine that can cure any poison in the world.Īrcher directed a crafty smile to Saber, who was staring at him. There are many such pointless things in my treasury. But perhaps you should not make light of these bad habits?Īrcher drew out a mysterious glass bottle. I have always thought that blathering and squandering money on pointless things is a bad habit. In response to Saber’s sarcastic remark, Archer let out a joyful smile.ĭon’t say that. Isn’t that such a waste of your handsome face, Saber? I even thought that you were a warm, genial person. If not, they deserve to be trampled on.Īrcher was calm. That’s right–even if one’s own Master has only a day of life remaining, one should smile at being my opponent. The goddess of victory will only smile upon those who enjoy even the worst situations, right? Since you’ve already met me, smile brilliantly for me. It’s already been seven days since we last met, hasn’t it?What’s wrong, you seem quite downcast. He moved towards the subway platform knowing the enemy was challenging him, and waiting for him there with an audacious grin on his face was Archer, the powerful opponent who had crossed blades with him twice already. His expression was both exhausted and anxious.Īnd now, Saber perceived another Servant’s presence. In order to heal Ayaka, Saber had already searched for Berserker’s Master for an entire day. The subway tunnel that was devoid of signs of people seems just like a shrine. Saber and Archer were separated into the top and bottom platforms, both dressed in ordinary clothing. A platform without a single person present. In the story, it was equivalent to the last stage.) The scene took place downtown–inside the subway tunnel. Henceforth I invoke the law of reversed logic, and show all the lost love of our Lord. The miracle that nourishes this land shall be the foundation. Thy praises shall morph into blasphemy and sweep across the land. Heavenly Jerusalem shall appear once more.Īnd from the hither shore of the roaring waves, seven heads and ten crowns shall emerge. The dying world shall be saved once again. It may only affect those who still exist.
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