si-mexico Chapter 106 Redemption for Fools
Chapter 106 Redemption for Fools
Tohsaka Residence.
Arthur put down the golden goblet in his hand, the aftershocks of the distant magic he had unleashed still lingering in the air.
"What's wrong? You finished cleaning, but you're making that disappointed face?"
Gilgamesh swirled the blood-red wine in his glass, a hint of boredom and mockery in his scarlet eyes.
"Did the rat's screams offend your ears?"
"No, the life or death of a rat is not worth mentioning."
Arthur's composure faded slightly, and he frowned a little as his emerald green eyes gazed in the direction of the Matou mansion.
"Just now, the instant my magic completely burned away that filth, at that coordinate point... Berserker's magic erupted."
"Oh?"
With the appearance of this name, the temperature in the basement instantly dropped to freezing.
Gilgamesh abruptly stopped the red wine swirling in his hand, and his previously playful crimson eyes suddenly flashed with a suffocatingly violent killing intent.
"That mad dog that dared to touch my treasure with its filthy hands is hiding in that sewer?"
hum!
The void behind Gilgamesh instantly distorted, and dozens of dazzling golden ripples spread wildly within the cramped basement.
The swords, spears, and halberds gleaming with cold light were like a torrential downpour about to break free of the bowstring. Even the defensive barrier of the Tohsaka residence groaned under the weight of this killing intent.
"Now that the mad dog has revealed our location, there's no need to keep it around to get in our way."
"I will wipe that mad dog off the map right now!"
"Wait a minute, King of Heroes."
Just as the King of Heroes was about to set off, Arthur stepped forward.
Golden magic transformed into an invisible wind barrier, precisely and gently positioned before Gilgamesh's boiling killing intent.
"Do you wish to stop me from punishing that thief, Arthur?"
Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes, the edge of the Gate of Babylon subtly pointing at the golden-haired knight before him, his tone carrying a dangerous warning.
"It's not that we're trying to stop them, but there's no need to."
Facing the King of Heroes' wrath, Arthur remained calm:
"After Berserker unleashed that attack, his mana source was completely depleted."
"If you go now, you'll only end up frying a pile of charred remains; you won't kill anything."
Arthur looked at Gilgamesh, his words carrying a hint of guidance:
"You're going to unleash your fury on a pile of ashes, even letting those precious treasures be stained with this worthless dust..."
Gilgamesh, does this not tarnish your flawless majesty?
These words perfectly captured Gilgamesh's temperament.
The King of Heroes was slightly taken aback, then glanced at the gleaming golden weapon, a clear look of disgust flashing in his eyes.
Indeed, it would be beneath his dignity to have him bombard a pile of charred garbage.
"Hmph, that mad dog got lucky."
Gilgamesh snorted coldly, and the golden ripples behind him receded slowly like the tide. He leaned back on the sofa and picked up his wine glass.
"However, since you won't let me make a move, what's the purpose of your pre-departure stance?"
"Go clean up the mess."
"That was, after all, a tragedy caused by Arthur Pendragon, though he wasn't the noble Knight of the Lake I remembered..."
But since he is roaring in anguish in this world with the face of my dearest friend, I have a responsibility to find out who holds the chains that bind him.
Arthur's words carried an undeniable determination:
"Consider it a favor, King of Heroes. Regarding the cause and effect of that Black Knight, please allow me, as one of his kind, to personally handle this family matter."
"……snort."
Gilgamesh tilted his head back and downed the glass of red wine in one gulp. He then waved his hand, as if shooing away a flying insect.
"Go ahead, Arthur, since you insist on cleaning up the mess left by your 'reflection'."
"In my great mercy, I will temporarily entrust the thief's head to your name."
Gilgamesh's crimson eyes gleamed with an arrogant light in the darkness:
"But that mad dog's life can only be ended by my Noble Phantasm."
I thank you for your leniency.
Arthur smiled slightly and vanished from the basement in an instant.
His figure was like a golden lightning bolt in the night sky. In just a few breaths, he crossed the block and landed in the Matou family's underground insect storage, which had been reduced to ruins.
The pungent smell of burning and the nauseating stench of blood hit us.
That disgusting old bug has been completely smashed into a pulp, and the underground magic core has been burned to ashes.
The raging black knight had vanished without a trace, clearly because its master's magical energy was completely depleted, forcing it to disintegrate.
On the stone steps leading to the basement, Arthur saw the dying man.
Matou Kariya collapsed amidst a pool of blood and the corpses of dead insects.
His breathing had become extremely weak, and his internal organs were failing.
But on his pockmarked face, a relieved yet twisted smile was frozen.
Arthur walked up to Yan Ye and looked down at the man who resembled a tattered sack.
Through the connection of the Star Trail, Arthur instantly saw the truth of the matter.
"The magical circuits within him are made up of those disgusting worms... He betrayed that old monster and ordered Lancelot to smash this worm abyss."
"I see."
A hint of approval flashed in Arthur's eyes.
"You're not after the Holy Grail, nor are you driven by the ambitions of a magician."
You wield swords, even willing to sell your soul to evil insects, just to protect them.
Seemingly hearing the sound, Yan Ye, who was on his deathbed, twitched his fingers slightly, and his dim eyes opened a crack with difficulty.
Through his blurred vision, he saw the golden-haired knight who seemed to be bathed in starlight.
"It's...him..."
A gurgling sound came from Yan Ye's throat; his damaged vocal cords could no longer produce accurate words.
"With a mortal body, you wield your sword against an invincible fate, though your strength is pitifully weak and your methods utterly foolish..."
Arthur slowly crouched down, his cloak covering the bloodstains on the floor. His deep voice echoed in the empty basement:
"But this awareness of sacrificing oneself to protect others is undoubtedly a knightly hymn worthy of being sung."
"It's such a pity that it lies here in its sleep with regret."
Now that you have proven your integrity, as someone who also made a promise to protect that child, I will help you this once.
Arthur stretched out his right hand, and his index finger began to trace an ancient and intricate golden rune in the air about an inch above Yan Ye's chest.
Those are runes.
As Arthur's fingertips slid across the surface, an ancient, profound, and healing magical power enveloped Kariya's battered body like a warm tide.
hum!
Golden runes suddenly imprinted themselves into Yan Ye's heart.
A miracle happened.
The dead worms that remained in Yan Ye's body and were gnawing at his internal organs were driven away, and the cells that were about to die began to regenerate.
"Cough cough cough! Haa... haa..."
Yan Ye coughed violently, greedily inhaling the air.
His perfectly good right eye suddenly opened wide, and he touched his chest in disbelief.
My heart is beating with unprecedented force.
"I...I'm still alive?" Yan Ye stared blankly at his hands, his voice hoarse.
"I have expelled the insect corpses from your body. You have survived, Matou Kariya."
Arthur stood up and looked at the man who had been given a new lease on life.
"However, since the insect that replaced your magic circuit was erased, your already meager magical aptitude has been completely wasted."
In other words, you can no longer provide Lancelot with even the slightest bit of magic.
Upon hearing this, Yan Ye was not disappointed at all; instead, he showed an expression of ecstatic joy.
An ordinary person? That's exactly the identity he dreams of returning to!
"Thank you... thank you so much, King Arthur!"
Ignoring the blood on the ground, Kariya, supporting herself, kowtowed deeply to Arthur. "Thank you... for saving me..."
"Raise your head."
Arthur's voice regained its gentle and authoritative tone as he looked at the still bright red Command Seal on the back of Yan Ye's hand.
Although magic loops were abandoned, Command Seals, as a product of the Holy Grail rules, are still imprinted on Kariya's soul.
"Although you cannot provide magic, Berserker can still briefly lie dormant by relying on his own spirit origin, thanks to the obsession brought about by Berserker's berserk state."
However, if you forcibly summon him into the mortal realm, he, having lost his source of magic, will instantly drain the life force you just regained.
Arthur turned around.
"Live well, and use this body of yours, which has returned to being an ordinary person, to witness the future you want to protect."
"As for that crazed knight... that is the karma of another 'me,' and as a fellow being, I will not interfere in her trial."
But before that bewildered king is truly prepared to confront her mistakes, please hold the chains firmly in your hands and let him continue to slumber in the darkness.