[Comprehensive] BE saves the world

After dinner, El-Melloi II came to my room.

"Is the knee injury still not healed?" He pulled up my skirt and frowned as he looked at the wound that had been torn open during the previous battle. "Didn't you use healing magic?"

I scratched my cheek: "It's not like you don't know my level of healing magic..." Although I have used dress skills on the wound a few times, the effect is even worse than I thought.

Thinking of this, I have the urge to sigh again.

Although it is not the Lesser Holy Grail, is it really good to have such limited functions?It is a waste to use such a precious combat model as a consumable.It’s okay for the magician and Jin Xingxian to call the artificial man a puppet all day long, but it’s impossible for the artificial man to really treat himself as a puppet, right?

Forget it, let's stop thinking about the brain circuits of those magicians.It is enough to know that they are not normal, but what kind of neuropathy are they?

"That's it."

El-Melloi II frowned even deeper, he stretched out his hand to my knee, and activated the magic circuit.

"Although my level of healing magic is rubbish...but it's better than nothing."

Under the nourishment of the warm green magic power, the wound from the fall a few days ago no longer oozes blood.

However, it just stopped bleeding.

El-Melloi II's magic aptitude is indeed mediocre, but such a healing magic caused thin beads of sweat to grow on his forehead.After a while, he finally stopped the input of magic power as if giving up, and put down his sore right hand.

"nothing."

I gently held that hand and said with a smile.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. It's just such a small wound."

It will be fine.

So, stop showing that look.

However.El-Melloi II did not just believe my words.

He was silent for a long, long time, when even I couldn't stand the silence, he raised his head, and his pale green pupils fixedly looked into my eyes.

"Since when?" he asked.

——When did it start?

I looked away, avoiding his gaze, and stopped at a point in the void.

Probably when that black shadow found me for the first time.

Just like the ceremonial attire of the Black Holy Grail, wearing a black and red dress and a black veil, between the gap between dreams and reality, the black shadow that appeared behind me silently, to calm down An almost indifferent voice, like a question thrown by me.

- Do you know what you will become?

Denying the Holy Grail, abandoning the Holy Grail, and even destroying the Holy Grail.

So far, you, who can be said to have survived almost by the Holy Grail, do you really know what you will become?

"I understand." I just answered it like this, "But, I still have to reject you."

Birth that rejects all the evils of this world.

The calamity of refusing all this is poured on the people again.

"Is that so, what a pity." Sombra said, "I thought we could be friends."

——Since that day, the magic connection between the Holy Grail and me has been severed.

Lancer and Berserker were summoned systematically by using the Holy Grail War. Most of their magic supply is provided by the Holy Grail, and only the part related to materialization is provided by me.

And for those, the energy of my stored Command Seals is enough.What's more, although the magic power of this body is not as good as Illya, but under the long-term transformation of Einzbern, it is not a problem to bear the burden of releasing the magic power.

The real problem is the loss of the Holy Grail offering.

"...Probably the second day after setting foot on Fuyuki." I whispered.

El-Melloi II was silent for a while, and then gently stroked the newly gauze wound with his fingertips.His movements were so light that he couldn't feel any pain at all, only fine and dense itching, and his fingers finally stopped at the edge of the bandage, leaving a small pale mark.

"How long do you have?" he asked.

...He still asked the question after all.

I think.

It's just that he didn't know that he was not the first person to ask these questions.

The last person who asked me this question was Illya.

In the courtyard under the setting sun, the silver-haired girl leaned against Uncle B with her hands crossed and her chest expressionless, turning her head away as if she didn't want to see my face.It took a while before Eliasviel von Einzbern asked that question.

"How long do you have?"

The heir of the Einzbern magic asked.

As a half-human android, as a magician carefully cultivated by the Einzbern family, it is impossible for Eliasviel not to be aware of my situation.

I am deteriorating.

For Ilyasviel and Irisviel, it is normal to gradually lose the five senses with the degree of Holy Grailization.

Because they are the Lesser Grails, their transformation is from human to instrumental.In this process, they will gradually lose their five senses, human consciousness, and human flesh and blood.

However, I was different from them from the beginning.

I was a weapon from the beginning.It is a projection container created by Einzbern in order to obtain combat power close to that of a heroic spirit.My makeover was done long before Illya.

I was already a puppet.

Deprived of human senses and part of the human body, it is a battle doll whose 70% of the nerves in the body have been transformed into magic circuits.I am the finished instrument, the mana-stealer and relay connected to the Holy Grail.

——However, magic power is required to run the puppet.

The Greater Grail has withdrawn its generosity from the traitors.

So, I'm degrading.

Restore human perception.

Lost magic circuit.

Restore the flesh as a human.

No longer possesses superior combat qualities.

The first thing that comes back to me is the sense of smell.I knew the deterioration had started when I realized I could smell the food and the cocoa.

I'm gradually becoming human again.

For the battle dolls of Einzbern, this is irreparable and irreversible deterioration.

According to the speed of deterioration, it is not difficult to push back to the end.

So, I quickly gave my answer.

The answer is the same whether it is for Eliasviel or El-Melloi II.

"Probably before spring."

I said softly.

Before I finished speaking, El-Melloi II tightened my grip on my hand.But when I looked down, I met the man's calm eyes.

"Then, let's go to the sea tomorrow."

He said.

"Your favorite sea."

I opened my eyes slightly.After a while, he laughed again.

"Okay."

I nodded to him.

We will go to see the sea.

pale blue.Endless.The sea so far away that it seems to echo only in dreams.

The author has something to say: When I wrote the last paragraph, I thought of "memoria" by Aoi Eilu.