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- The meat processing plant. Basement.
- “I would ask that you answer my question, O mage.”
- A “great hero.” Or else something that left even such words in its wake.
- “Is it you who is to become my Master, and assign me trials?”
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- There was no other way to describe the being that had manifested in the basement of the
- meat processing plant, surrounded by a multi-layered barrier.
- “You’re the one to decide that, not me,” the man who had summoned him, Bazdilot Corde-
- lion, replied coolly.
- The suit-clad mages who served him, meanwhile, were making their Magic Circuits tremble
- as they broke out in cold sweats. One look was all it had taken to make them understand that the
- entity that had just manifested belonged on a different plane from themselves.
- First, its stature exceeded human bounds. It looked like a statue carved by a god. More than
- two and a half meters in height, the tips of its hair brushed the ceiling. It was a great, muscular
- man, but every fiber of his muscles, and every drop of blood in his veins, was overflowing with
- Od so pure it could be called divine. The mages got the impression that his body alone would be
- sufficient to easily dispel even large-scale magecraft that required a group to cast, not to mention
- their mediocre spells.
- The mere atmosphere he exuded was enough to dominate the room. A mere few seconds of
- his conduct was enough to make those who saw him feel that he was practically divine. If this
- Heroic Spirit were to go out of control, there would be nothing they could do, and whatever this
- Heroic Spirit did, they would have to accept that it was the right thing. Such fantasies began to
- seize Bazdilot’s men in the presence of the perfect figure.
- The Heroic Spirit was, in fact, capable of slaughtering every human in the room bare-han-
- ded. In contrast to the pressure exerted by his body and his magical energy, however, he stood in
- the center of the workshop with the calm bearing of a gentleman.
- That, however, only made the Heroic Spirit’s exceptional nature more obvious, and all the
- mages there, except for Bazdilot, had their brain’s continually rocked by the urge to flee. This
- was no place for worthless mages like themselves. They were looking on a being it was not right
- for them to look on.
- And yet, not one of them moved. Their fear was being kept in check by a greater fear. They
- could not run away while Bazdilot was still there. That was the only reason.
- “______________________.”
- “______________________.”
- Bazdilot was discussing something with the Heroic Spirit, but the men did not hear it. It was
- a conversation between a being that was far more than human, and their own ruler. By the time
- they did manage to make out the words, the Heroic Spirit’s expression had clouded over. Faced
- with a Heroic Spirit in an obvious ill humor, their superior, Bazdilot, remained expressionless.
- “Well? Answer the question.”
- “...”
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- “I asked you if, in order to achieve victory in battle, you could kill a small child with your
- own hands.”
- “I could not. If any person would order such a thing, that person is my enemy.”
- A solemn voice flowed from the lips of the expressionless hero.
- “Are you... testing me?”
- An invisible pressure caused a wind to gust through the workshop as he spoke. It was pure
- might; not magical energy. A presence so weighty that an ordinary human could hardly help
- losing their life from suffering it head-on robbed the mage’s of their freedom of movement.
- “If you speak thus, knowing my origins... I judge that you have taken your life in your hands.”
- From the perspective of the extraneous mages, those words, delivered with such force, soun-
- ded like nothing less than a sentence of death. They prepared themselves to become collateral
- damage. And yet, they felt no hatred for their superior; only fear mixed with resignation.
- That superior — unfazed in the face of the pressure that threatened to crush him, room and
- all — returned the hero’s glare with that inhuman gleam in his eyes, and gave his answer.
- “Naturally. I threw my life away a long time ago.”
- Then he held his right hand aloft, making the design on its back shine.
- “By my Command Seal, I order you:”
- “...Foolish.”
- The Heroic Spirit shook his head, judging that the man intended to impose his dominance
- by means of a Command Seal.
- Restraints effected by means of a Command Seal were merely momentary. He knew that he
- could easily shake them off with his own magical energy. Even if he was ordered to kill himself
- with all three Command Seals, he judged that three suicides more or less would not pose a pro-
- blem. He decided, however, that if the attempt would teach the mage the futility of binding him
- with Command Seals, and help him to understand his place, he would not prevent the mage
- from wasting one Seal.
- The Heroic Spirit was too noble. Had he been the type to stick at nothing in the face of dan-
- ger, he would have smashed in the mage’s head or sent it flying before he could finish activating
- his Command Seals. In fact, if he had been summoned as Rider or Assassin, he would probably
- have done just that. When summoned as one of the three knights, as he was now, however, his
- aspect as a “faultless hero,” handed down in epics, came strongly to the fore. Accordingly, he had
- taken on a dignity that resembled a form of chivalry.
- That created a fatal chink in the armor of that great hero beyond human understanding. For
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- the order barked at him by means of a Command Seal was no demand for an oath of loyalty.
- “Do not makes excuses.”
- The hero let out a startled cry as one of Bazdilot’s Command Seals shone... and its potent
- magical energy began to eat its way into his brain.
- Impossible.
- Even including past Grail Wars, the hero’s magical energy was top class. The witches of the
- age of the gods would be one thing, but no modern mage should be capable of interfering with
- his mind. But, although it was through a Command Seal, “something” in the mage before his
- eyes had begun to jolt his brains. The hero recalled that he had experienced a similar gnawing
- sensation once before. Something of the same kind was being loosed into him by the man before
- his eyes.
- “What... have you...”
- “There is no need to hide your crimes, or your regrets. Lay bare your depths. I will see it all.”
- Bazdilot, still expressionless, tempted the hero in a voice that seemed to sound from the
- depths of hell.
- “I do not need your power as a hero. I need the avarice that will drive you to stick at no-
- thing for the sake of your goal. I need the deluded conviction that will drive a man to choose
- any vicious means without hesitation, even in pursuit of noble ends,” he murmured to the now
- motionless Heroic Spirit, and raised his left hand a second time.
- “By my Command Seal, I order you once more: remember the humans you have seen.”
- There must have been some special meaning in those words. Otherwise, they must have been
- charged with some malefic intent.
- The Command Seal, become a mass of magical energy, took the order that shook the hero’s
- ears and caused it to seep deep into his brain.
- His vision flickered. In the intervals, the faces of all the human beings the hero had encoun-
- tered in life floated. There were distant descendents of gods among them, but before him they
- had all been no more than “mere humans.”
- A tyrant, a picture of cowardice, wailed, too frightened to stand:
- “I understand! I’ll praise you! On my honor as king, I’ll praise you!
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- “S-so don’t come any closer, monster!”
- A blond man, remarkable for his haughty bearing, said:
- “Incredible! I’m jealous! The rumors were true: you are a monster! Have no fear. I will treat
- you well, and put you to good use. So long as you are with me, you are a monster no more.
- “You are a great hero, the guardian of a future king.”
- Just before she had chosen her own death, the woman he had loved said:
- “You’ve done nothing wrong.
- “So please, don’t curse the world. Don’t hate your own blood.
- “You’re strong, so I’m sure you can do it.
- “I couldn’t.”
- Just before he stove his head in and flung him into the flames, what should have been an
- enemy soldier had said:
- “Fath—”
- Human figures piled up, many, many layers deep, without regard for the order he had met
- them, and vanished. As if they were calling to each other, an unnatural volume of magical energy
- came pouring into him through the Command Seal.
- Impossible. No human of this time possesses this much magical energy! It’s like... a witch of
- my own era...
- The matchless hero fell silently to his knees on the spot.
- Confronted with that unbelievable scene, Bazdilot’s men were baffled. A being of a clearly
- higher order was suffering before a mage, their own superior.
- A Master-Servant relationship.
- Everyone who beheld that scene understood that it could not be explained away so simply.
- They did, however, realize that a definite toll had been exacted.
- In the Holy Grail War, the Command Seals that each Master possessed amounted to lifeli-
- nes. They were trump cards capable of enforcing an order or prohibition on a Servant, and even
- feats, such a instantaneous transportation and emergency escape, that approached Magic. And
- Bazdilot had spent two of his three. When they considered that the last remaining Command
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- Seal had to held in reserve in case the Servant rebelled, Bazdilot effectively had no more usable
- Command Seals for the duration of the Grail War.
- The mages felt worried that he had taken on a definite handicap, but a species of trust, which
- accompanied their fear, put their minds at ease that Bazdilot would manage somehow. That
- ease, however, collapsed just a few seconds later.
- “By my Command Seal, I order you once more:”
- The words froze the mages in the underground workshop. Bazdilot was going to expend all
- three of his Command Seals in his summoning. Faced with their superior committing an action
- so foolish that even a child, if they were familiar with the Grail War, would not do it, the mages
- prepared to die this time for certain.
- The Heroic Spirit, meanwhile, also resolved himself as he held back the magical energy wor-
- ming its way into him.
- This mage is dangerous.
- He did not see Bazdilot expending his final Command Seal as folly. He had realized that,
- although it did not show in his expression, the mage was taking his life in his hands. He was
- gambling his whole existence in order to transmute the Heroic Spirit into something else.
- Whatever order he gives with his final Command Seal, I must at least eliminate this man.
- Even the Heroic Spirit was not able to grasp the nature of the power eating into him. If he
- was not careful, however, this corrosion could spread to the other Heroic Spirits who had been
- summoned for the Holy Grail War. Even as he desperately suppressed the curse from his own
- lifetime welling up inside him, the great hero remained noble.
- I must stop him. I must stop the wicked tyrant who would dominate this era.
- Even as the mental pollution passed a point that would likely drive most Servants mad, this
- great hero still reached out his hand, not to defend himself, but for the sake of the other Heroic
- Spirits and the inhabitants of this era, who he had not yet even met. He did not care if he was
- called unprincipled. He did not care if he was called a mad spirit that turned his hands against
- his own Master. The man famed as a hero among heroes was determined to throw even his own
- honor to the winds, and slay the mage in front of him for the sake of someone he had not yet see.
- Then, just as he had shaken off the mental pollution and his hand was about to reach the
- mage’s neck... Bazdilot spent his last Command Seal, as if to sneer at the hero’s nobility.
- “Accept human nature — the robe of earth.”
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- Everyone in the workshop, except for Bazdilot himself, saw “it.” The moment that Bazdi-
- lot had expended all his Command Seals, another, reddish-brown tattoo peeked out of his left
- cuff... and began to squirm like some ghastly creature.
- × ×
- In the gloom.
- “Well then, if you’ll excuse me. I’ve got to start preparations for my summoning.”
- “Sure, I don’t mind. I want to take my time watching Artie get summoned on my own, an-
- yway,” Francesca said, flapping her legs. She had shifted herself from the sofa to the bed.
- Observing that, Faldeus issued one last warning.
- “Ms. Francesca, I am well aware of the carnage you’ve been through. An amateur mage such
- as myself, however, cannot help being concerned.”
- At that point, Faldeus narrowed his eyes, and made no attempt to conceal his hostility
- toward the man called Bazdilot as he continued.
- “Was it really alright to give that man ‘it’?”
- “Does it bother you that much? But not even I could contrive enough magical energy to run
- the Heroic Spirit you can summon with that catalyst at full spec, you know? It really does take
- the combo of Baz and the Scradios for that.”
- “I’m not talking about the catalyst. I’m talking about the ‘byproduct’ you brought back from
- Fuyuki.”
- “Oh,” Francesca nodded, and flashed a malicious grin. “That couldn’t be helped. I mean, me
- and Baz are about the only ones who can handle ‘it,’ much less grow it, with our egos intact...
- “And I don’t want to always be touching that repulsive ‘mud’! Ahaha!”
- × ×
- The meat processing plant.
- It was a bizarre scene.
- The reddish-brown something that had flowed into the Heroic Spirit’s body along with the
- power of the Command Seals were eating away at it. The Heroic Spirit released magical energy
- of his own to oppose it, blowing away more than half the barriers around the workshop. Several
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- of the mages, bombarded by more magical energy than they could handle, collapsed twitching.
- Even as he was exposed to the torrent of magical energy, however, Bazdilot kept his piercing
- glare locked on the Heroic Spirit.
- “Celebrate, affirm, and love that which they rejected. Do not hold back.”
- He launched not only the power of the Command Seals, but also his own accumulated
- magical energy through his outflung left hand. He continued to force the reddish-brown some-
- thing that stretched from his hand into Heroic Spirit, making use of even the oriental folk magic
- that the Clock Tower spurned as heresy.
- He was cutting through the wall of magic resistance with his primitive sorcery, clearing the
- way for the shadowy, writhing, reddish-brown thing to worm its way in directly. The cost was
- now greater than it seemed conceivable Bazdilot’s cumulative magical energy could cover. The
- Heroic Spirit suspected some kind of trick, but he could not afford the effort to expose it.
- Clutched his own body, clawing at every inch of it, the Heroic Spirit remembered the pain
- of the poison that had brought about his death. The suffering he felt ought to be of another
- kind, but his instincts dragged the torment of the poison out of his memories. His instincts were
- screaming that the power flowing into him now was just as dangerous.
- Even as he bore the almost indescribable pain, the Heroic Spirit struggled desperately to
- repress the “urges” that prodded him from within and without. The next instant, however, the
- “mud” Bazdilot had sent into him had intertwined with the “curse” he had harbored within him
- as karma, and the kneeling hero let out a bellow that shook space itself.
- “________________________
- __________________
- ________________________!”
- As if in sympathy with that roar, a dramatic change took place in his body.
- Just as it seemed that the Heroic Spirits whole body had enveloped in reddish-brown mud,
- the muscles dropped from his thick, burly limbs. His height shrunk almost 50 centimeters, as if
- his very skeleton had contracted. The mud-like something that coated his body became a dye,
- and stained the hero’s skin reddish-brown. Then the other type of power that had intertwined
- with the “mud” formed a white pigment, and marked his chest with a radial design, like a scar
- from having his heart gouged out. As it did, the hero’s scream suddenly stopped, and he rose
- silently to his feet as though nothing had happened.
- “How does it feel to have rid yourself of excess?” Bazdilot asked coolly, his left hand still
- raised. “From now on, that mud should give you power to make up for it.”
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- The Heroic Spirit stared wordlessly back at him.
- “The pass is already connected, but... I’ll ask first.”
- Bazdilot stared at the Heroic Spirit who, although shrunken, was still a head taller than
- himself. His tone was indifferent.
- “I ask you: are you my Servant?”
- After a brief lapse of silence, the Heroic Spirit answered.
- “...Why not?”
- He spread the cloth that he had been wearing on his shoulders, and draped it over his head
- so that it concealed his face.
- “In order to achieve my revenge... I will use you. When you lose your value... I will twist your
- head off with my own hands.”
- Having donned this bizarre outfit, the Heroic Spirit delivered a disturbing pronouncement
- in a voice so intelligent that it was difficult to believe he had been on the verge of madness.
- “Why do you hide your face?” Bazdilot asked. Naturally, he still wore no expression.
- “...A precaution. So that the works of man never again enter my sight.”
- “...Oh, I see. So that cloth is ‘its’ skin. If you can move freely like that, it’s no problem.”
- “That is the way of it... Either way, I have no intention of exposing my face to the world. Not
- until I use the Holy Grail to purge my true name.”
- The Heroic Spirit claimed that he would use the Holy Grail to erase a “name.”
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- When Bazdilot heard that strange declaration, he grunted, then brought a hand to his chin
- and mused aloud:
- “In that case, what should I call you? Your original nature has altered so much... Alternative...
- Why don’t I call you ‘Alter’?”
- In response, the Heroic Spirit gave a little shake of his head, and uttered his name. He had
- changed completely since he had been summoned, and yet the name he spoke was his origin.
- “My name is...”
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