Chapter 467 Theater, the Assassin Who Died and Ken's Mother

"Huh...huh..."

The Judge, who had crossed hundreds of kilometers with perseverance and reached here on only two legs, passed through the forest where the red Berserker invaded the castle and started a fierce battle, and found that the center of the battlefield was in front of him.

The cyborgs, golems and dragon tooth soldiers collided with each other and started a miserable fight. Magic exploded everywhere like cannonballs, and the battles between the followers turned the surrounding area into a desolate place, creating phenomena like sunset, thunder, and even storms in the early morning darkness.

No longer looking at the miserable battlefield, Joan of Arc looked up at the red side's aerial fortress. Although there are as many Holy Grail Wars in this world as stars, such things are too abnormal, and even the Age of Gods cannot reproduce such a magnificent scene.

"Ziege, I am going to cross this battlefield now to meet 'someone' on the other side."

"Why?"

Standing next to the saint was a thin man with silver hair and red eyes. It was precisely because he bumped into her on the way here that Jeanne arrived late.

"There is a 'someone' on this battlefield that I must see, but I don't know who that person is. Maybe it's a Servant or a Master, or something other than both. But, I must see that person. people."

Although Sieg was puzzled, what Joan said was incredibly convincing. She was not full of confidence, but there was a little uneasiness in her voice. This is obviously the case, but it can make people feel a strong will that will never stop.

That’s it—the android understands. It was not during her lifetime that she won the admiration of her soldiers by speaking powerful words with a strong will.

What she said did not contain the element of coercing others. Those are just words to convey the will of "I want to go".

"If this is your will, there is nothing you can do about it."

After saying that, Sieg turned his gaze to somewhere on the distant battlefield as if he had a telepathic connection, and he could no longer look away.

"It seems you have found something to do." Jeanne smiled slightly, but there was a little sadness hidden in her eyebrows.

How long can the helpless androids persist in this unprecedented war?

If Sieg had not obtained the Command Seal, she would still have a reason to protect her. As long as she told him the name of the judge, ordinary servants would not make things difficult for Sieg... But now, the Master named 'Sigur' Having signed a contract with Black Rider, she is inevitably on the battlefield.

As a Ruler, all Joan of Arc can do is bless this ill-fated man:

"May the Lord protect you."

"Thank you." Zig smiled lightly. She greeted the saint who helped her a lot, then turned around and left without looking back. Jeanne stopped for a long time, then turned around and ran in a different direction from Sieg.

The holy flag was flying, and accompanied by a sharp roar that split the battlefield, Joan of Arc sped towards her destination.

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Amakusa's movements suddenly stopped. He clicked his tongue and jumped back with a serious expression.

"Caster, we have to retreat. It seems that her 'revelation' came faster than expected. Maybe she really heard some sounds."

Frankenstein, who was trapped in a bitter battle, felt baffled by the sudden distance between the enemy and decided to temporarily observe the situation, while the two people on the opposite side also communicated as if nothing had happened.

"In order to carry out fair and impartial judgments, I heard that most of the people chosen as judges are saints. Does she belong to that category?" Shakespeare shrugged with an ironic attitude. As a writer, he was destined to use Look at every profession with a critical eye.

"It seems like this... This is a critical moment, Caster. If she impeaches me, the situation will become very confusing. No, in your words, it will become very boring."

"Forcibly extending a part that has no climax is a characteristic of stupidity. In this case, let's stop writing the story of the Master on the battlefield."

"Well, let's retreat - it doesn't matter. On the other hand, we just need to get through this level. It will soon develop into a situation where even the Ruler can't do anything. Moreover, it seems that my decision is correct. Because I still take the slightest step. Avoiding 'death'."

Amakusa shook her hands, as if erecting a wall, and inserted the black key into the ground in front of Ken-niang, then turned her back to her and left the battlefield with all her strength.

"Master, the Ruler guy is charging straight in your direction, hurry up! There's no way to stop it with the Dragon Fang Soldiers alone!"

"I see!"

There was a hint of anxiety in his heart, and Amakusa used his legs to further increase his speed. In that dark forest where there were no lights, and even the moonlight was almost impenetrable, his speed could only be described as abnormal - it was far more than sixty kilometers per hour, and it was definitely not a speed that humans could control.

However, there was a person chasing after him. When Amakusa turned around and saw that person, his eyes widened slightly.

"You are so persistent in pursuing me..."

As he spoke, four black keys flew out, dragging the spiritual flames towards Frankenstein.

"Ugh!?"

Caught off guard, Ken Niang made a throbbing sound, but even though the four black keys hit her, she remained unmoved and even accelerated her pace, just because it didn't take long for the handle of the knife to slip off her body. , and the wound healed in an instant.

Ordinary numerical damage is ineffective against the monster Frankenstein. As long as there is magic in the air and the core is not shaken, she can continue to operate - this is exactly the function of the second type of perpetual motion machine created as "Eve".

"...I didn't expect it."

Looking back at this scene, Amakusa didn't know whether to sigh or feel helpless. If it was to knock down the black key, it would be understandable. It would be best if she stopped. However, she did not change her speed at all after being hit directly by the black key!

"It's called Dr. Frankenstein, her creator. How can you design a monster like that?"

For Shakespeare's words, Amakusa couldn't help but smile bitterly, and at the same time, he suddenly came up with a vicious idea.

"Caster, please materialize. I need your 'theater' now."

"Oh, I see, that's it! Then let him whom you both love and hate meet you! 'A person's life is a wandering shadow, just a poor actor. When it's his turn to appear, he just shouts a few times on the stage!'"

Like the devil in "Faust", the man in flashy robes appeared like this, he saluted exaggeratedly, and the pages of the book in his hand rustled.

"The moment of performance has come, and there should be thunderous applause (First Folio)!"

With such a clean and neat release of the treasure, the figure of Red Caster disappeared in an instant, and Frankenstein, who was galloping in the forest, and the girl in the white wedding dress - met that person there.

"Stop."

"Uh...!?"

It was an incredible miracle. The man who couldn't possibly be here was talking to her with a gentle expression that was unlike his style. When he was alive, he had never smiled at her like this.

Frankenstein, who was still accelerating despite being attacked, stopped at this moment. She, who was always reluctant to show her emotions, opened her mouth in disbelief.

The man in a white shirt and black vest who appeared in front of her was the one who created her: Dr. Frankenstein.

He was the man who created her, her father, and the object of her hatred--

Why? What on earth is going on?!

Mother Ken was not surprised that he was here. What really shocked her was the extremely gentle smile on the doctor's face.

From the moment she first opened her eyes, her father's face was a distorted expression of disgust. I thought he would bless me, but all he said were insults.

That happened on a quiet night in November--

"Failed, failed, failed, failed, failed, failed! ”

“How could this happen? This guy is just a useless wooden doll!”

“No emotions! Is the wire not connected properly? The tear glands are not working. If this is the case, let alone the perfect girl Eve, he is not even a human being!”

——I see, it seems that I am a failure.

The reason why I feel sad is not because I was judged to be a failure, but because I feel that my father who was half-crazy and grabbed my hair is too pitiful.

“I’m sorry, father. I’m sorry, I’m a failure. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I will change. I will correct it well. So please don’t be angry. Don't be angry, don't be angry, don't be angry——"

I wanted to cry, but I didn't know why I couldn't cry. It seemed that even the function of shedding tears was not working properly. Every time I wanted to comfort him who was drinking to relieve his sorrow, he would always push me away, beat me, and kick me away.

I didn't feel any pain. But every time he beat me... my heart would feel like it was being tightly strangled, but Frankenstein didn't know why.

Seeing that her father was still full of regret after a few days, the girl felt sorry for him. She secretly thought about what she should do, and how to comfort her father? So she made up her mind and walked outside the house.

There were all kinds of things there.

Green trees, clear and transparent pools, and the bright and dazzling sun. Maybe if I give these things to my father, he will be very happy. As she thought this, a wild dog suddenly attacked her, probably reacting to the rancid smell coming from her clothes.

Seeing the dog biting her arm, she tore the dog's neck off. Instantly, she got a revelation.

"It's beautiful, it's really beautiful, a symbol of life, a symbol of vitality, because I don't have such a thing, so it must be very beautiful-"

She then tore open the dog's abdomen and found the more colorful internal organs. This was also something she didn't have, so she thought it must be very beautiful, and finally, she decided to take it as a gift to her father. The peach-colored internal organs were beautiful, and the bright red blood was also beautiful. She didn't feel ugly or dirty at all, and as for the bloody smell, she didn't feel any discomfort.

…The moment she showed it to her father, her relationship with him broke down decisively. Dr. Frankenstein abandoned everything and started to run away just to avoid his creation, because she was not only a failure, but also an ugly, inhuman monster - this fact has been revealed.

A life form that thinks blood is beautiful and is intoxicated by seeing internal organs - that is the existence called a monster.

“No, it’s not like that, it’s true, I’m normal, I just want to make my father happy.”

But her father never smiled at her until the very end, just kept running away in fear. In the end, her father left her with an absolute curse.

“You are a monster! A crazy monster!”

…So, she tried her best to keep herself normal, determined to keep herself rational, determined to understand the common sense of the world, and also determined to get a partner.

Why? Because normal people have their own families. Now that she has been rejected by her father, she needs to have a family anyway. However, that is not something she can get if she wants it, nor is it something she can snatch back. So, she decided to visit her father.

"Please give me someone who is willing to love me, please give me someone who is willing to look at me. If you say I am the perfect girl Eve, you should have the obligation to create Adam as the original human being--"

The father rejected her request, and the girl went crazy in anger and sadness. The anger came from her father's betrayal. The sadness--was because she had realized that she could only live alone until she died.

She just wanted to be loved, she just wanted to love others, she just wanted to know what love is.

... No, if even this wish cannot be realized, then at least I hope he hates me.

Hate me, this is my only connection with this world and you.

She began to chase, and she was impatient with her father's escape and killed his family. Even so, her father kept running away, his heart was broken, and he didn't even want to take revenge on the murderer who killed his beloved.

"Why don't you want to hate me? Why don't you want to look at me?"

In the Antarctic ice field, the desperate girl finally caught her father and threw herself into the flames with him. Thus, the story of Frankenstein ends. In the end, all that remains is the legend of the "ugly monster".

Now, the father who betrayed the girl is right in front of her, and he is looking at her with a gentle expression. This is exactly the moment she has been dreaming of.

"- Yes, that's good. You don't have to fight anymore, because I didn't create you for this purpose."

"Ugh, ah..."

The doctor reached out to his head-it seems that he is going to do what parents often do to their children. That is to touch his head. That is what he has always longed for.

He wants to be loved and to be loved by others.

He also wants to fall in love with others.

This wish will soon come true.

However, because of this-

Sizzle!

The sharp blade flashed, and the doctor's smiling face froze. His appearance dissipated like a phantom. In the flying wood chips, the remains of the two puppets fell to the ground and there was no movement at all.

"If you are a coward who escapes from your own creation and sins and is not even as good as the evildoers who sacrificed their children, don't come here to embarrass yourself."

The young man threw the sharp blade in his hand with disgust, opened his palm, covered the head of the rushing Berserker, and exerted force suddenly, slamming the girl holding the war hammer into the ground!

Boom!

Amid the dust, the young man's calm voice continued to sound: "Of course, even if I don't do it, you will hammer him into pieces, right?"

"Berserker of the black side, Frankenstein"

"Goooo..."

The girl groaned in pain, her black robe was blown away by the wind, and the image of the assassin was finally reflected in her blurred vision-

White hair fluttering, sharp temperament, rainbow blue pupils seemed to be able to kill everything.

Shuoyue's body still had traces left by the battlefield, but for some reason, he always held a white flower in his left hand. Even if one hand was holding her head, the young man still squatted down and gently placed the flower in front of her.

"It's the second time we meet, Frankenstein."

He said, "You will die here."

No doubt, although it's a bit embarrassing, the updates have been resumed, and the work and rest schedule will be adjusted back to normal as time goes by.