[Double North] Fate

"My...Master...my lord. I...failed. I didn't kill that man."

A maiden as soft as a lilac flower under the moon is about to die among the rose bushes.The magic-sucking vine roses entwining her body lamented her doomed fate, whispering in the wind.

The most delicate and lovely flower can be so cannibalistic.she thought unexpectedly.

Until the last moment, she never forgot to report to the Master who is far away from her. She is a loyal and respectable servant.If Caster had heard her words, he might have said: You deserve my respect, but I also have a Master that must be protected.For him, I have to ask you to give up the idea of ​​saying goodbye to the Master and die here.

The girl peeped at the humans who were facing Caster not far away.She can't be called innocent, just a few minutes ago, she was completely in the upper hand and was about to cut off the head of the strange male master with a dagger.

But they were able to get so close—the girl who was a killer had a moment of hazy reverie.

She is a poisoner.

A poisoner who is both born and not born.In people's stories, she is a flower of the night grown from seeds soaked in venom. She has a beauty that makes the beholder's heart tender and distressed, but when the viewer stretches out his finger to touch her petals, she can be placed in her heart. deadly.

nail.skin.body fluid.flesh.mucous membranes.The whole body, even the inside, has turned into a poisonous weapon, a poison equal to the concept of "poison" itself.

In this way, no matter if it is an enemy, a loathsome being, or a friend, or a favorite being, as long as one gets close to her, and has a momentary and slight contact, one will get death.

- ah ah.Obeying the assassination order like a machine, the introverted and quiet girl longs for contact and closeness.

Hold, touch, hug, kiss.Anyone is good, no matter what kind of warmth, I want to be touched by others.Just stroking her hair with fingertips, even if it is only a second to separate, that second will become the supreme joy that she has lived with at the same moment, and will be engraved as an eternal precious memory.

But no.No matter who it is.Any creature that expected her would not be able to open their eyes again after she was close to them.

I can never be with anyone.

I can only touch, caress, embrace, and kiss forever, and bestow killing and death on all beings close to me.

Like a cursed fate, an abandoned figure walking alone in the lonely darkness.The girl who dreamed of someone who could still survive after being touched by her and became a legend fell into a long sleep in the Hall of Valor.

Waking from the creaking old wooden bed, she realized that she had been called again in the Holy Grail War.Who is going to touch and kill them this time?She stood up, with a face so obediently numb that she was used to being a killing machine, and looked for the summoner who had the imprint of the command spell.

His eyes fell on the Master with whom he had made a contract.

The girl opened her eyes wide, and the longing in her chest burned her wordlessly.She couldn't stand steadily for a while, staggered, fell, got up, moved forward, fell down again, and knelt in front of the Master.

"Can I touch you?" she asked, her voice trembling and fragile, like brittle glass.

"Allow you."

She touched the Master, and her fingertips felt the touch that she had gained before killing so many creatures.She quickly moved her fingers away.Nothing happened.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Allow you."

She kissed the Master, a joy that touched life on her lips.She had created countless illusory happiness for herself, danced drunkenly with the assassination targets all night, and took their lives with a kiss before going to bed.At this moment, she hoped that nothing would be taken away from this kiss.

"Can I touch and hug you?"

"Allow you."

She stroked the Master and embraced him in her arms.The ecstasy of satisfying a lifetime's longing surged in her palms and chest, and the waves of joy completely submerged her body and mind.

"Finally found you. The master who won't die even if I touch you, you are... ah, ah... you are so perfect, so kind." The girl calmly shed hot and clear tears.

Those tears and love for the Master are the fire that completely ignites the girl's life and soul.All her life, she only wanted to find a master who would not die because of her closeness.This master has already appeared, and this fact alone is enough to make her, who has always been quiet, passive and repressed, become a fanatical and loyal devotee.

His own assassination fell short, and Caster won a landslide victory.

...but so what.

At the last moment of the life of the servant who is about to lose, the most regretful thing is still the memory of meeting with the loving Master.don't want to leave.Don't want to forget.

Still, death was at hand.A servant who cannot complete the only task entrusted to him by his beloved master will not be able to make up for the lack of life.

Therefore, even if I have been completely restrained by the two, I still have to make the final struggle with the mentality of fighting to the death.

She conveyed the last moment of consciousness to the Master who was far away from the untouchable distance.

"I just hope... to see you again. ——My dear master, the master who will not die even if I touch, kiss, and love. You bring me the joy of life, the joy of dedication, I want to be here here--"

die for you.

The girl writhed among the countless rose vines piercing her body.In order to gain a little room to maneuver, she left herself scarred, physically broken, and self-abuse without sensual pain.

"The Assassin, Daughter of the Poison Kiss. ​​I am the Poison itself, 'Hassan Sabah'."

Assassin, who was given the heroic name "Hassan the Tranquil", opened his lips and began the final chant.

"It's hot, scorching hot, as if it's about to melt away. Burn your body and mind together—"

Her whispers were quiet. Caster and his Master were still unaware of what was about to happen.Indeed, her magical power has been absorbed a lot, making it difficult for her to normally release the strongest magic unique to the Heroic Spirits-"Noble Phantasm" formed through the realization of the legend in her lifetime.But that doesn't mean she can only sit still.

It is enough to activate the Noble Phantasm only by returning the magic power that made up the body to its original form.

That is to say, self-destruction spiritual base.Suicide as a servant, towards death.

If it were any other servant, he probably wouldn't be able to use the Noble Phantasm smoothly after abandoning his body.But Assassin's treasure has a way of unfolding that she is not proud of, and it can only be activated once.

He blew himself up less than three meters away from the two of them, causing thousands of highly poisonous pieces of flesh, blood droplets, and bone fragments to splatter everywhere.It only needs one piece, one drop, one piece to touch the body of the opponent's master to end his life and eliminate a strong enemy for the master.

You can't have time to defend yourself.She stared at her prey, the male master who had just woken up to the approaching fatal danger, with eyes full of panic, and showed the only satisfied smile in her life.

farewell--

"Zabaniya!"

(Delusion is poisonous!)