Type-Moon Traveler's Enemy

The forest outside Fuyuki City has not been very peaceful since nightfall. If there were no sounds like gunfire spreading, and if there were no magic to disperse ordinary people, someone would have called the police long ago.

But even so, Shirou Emiya was quite worried when he came here. While running in the forest, he suddenly saw a flying bird. It was sent by Illya to pick him up.

Shirou Emiya felt a little relieved upon seeing this, and then followed the bird's movements. He came here to discuss cooperation, but he didn't expect that a war was going on here, which made him worried.

Shirou Emiya had a smooth journey as he followed Asuka, and he didn't encounter any insect ambushes or sneak attacks that could kill Asuka.

After following Asuka to an open place, Shirou Emiya finally saw Illya and Zouken Matou who were confronting each other.

Seeing Illya, Matou Zouken, no, it should be said that Machiri, who had survived for hundreds of years, grinned.

Zouken Matou was at a great disadvantage during the previous battle, and now it is thanks to the arrival of Shirou Emiya, otherwise Illya would probably stay in the castle and not come out.

Before, Illya was like a lord whose castle had not been breached and who had powerful guards around him, so there was almost no danger.

Illya first glanced at Zouken Matou and felt helpless about his decayed and old appearance. That was the memory passed down from her ancestors, plus she was also helpless because she had recently been influenced by Dong Yu and the others and had some understanding of Machili.

It is extremely ironic that he used to be a good person but has now become like this.

Illya sighed, then looked at Hassan of the Cursed Arms on the other side and said, "You're really like your Master. A Servant like you is so cowardly and afraid of death. You have absolutely no desire to fight us. Do you value your life so much?"

Hassan of the Cursed Arm remained unmoved by this. He was Hassan, and even if he became a Heroic Spirit, he was still an assassin. In his opinion, there was probably no other assassin who could fight head-on in an upright manner except that person.

Matou Zouken responded as a matter of course: "Ah, of course I have to cherish my life. My wish is to live forever."

"Look at this body." Matou Zouken leaned on his cane and spread out his left hand. Under his clothes, foul-smelling blood and insects kept falling from his body. "It's decaying every moment, and even the wisdom accumulated over the years is being lost."

While explaining, Zouken Matou's body continued to decay, and a large number of insects poured out of his body. His emaciated body, like a dead corpse, fell to the ground.

"Can you understand this pain, this pain of living decay? No one is not afraid of death."

At the same time, all the insects hidden by Matou Zouken in the mountains and forests gathered towards him and rebuilt a new body for him, but this body was more short-lived and could only exist for a shorter time.

As he rebuilt his body, he became a monster that was no longer human, like a tumor growing into the shape of a human. Matou Zouken declared, "If I could truly achieve immortality as I wish, I would kill every human being in the world, and I would do it at all costs."

Looking at the now inhuman Matou Zouken, Illya's inherited instincts from her ancestor, Yustiza, made her feel a little sad, as if she was mourning a friend she knew but was about to die. She said, "That's enough. You are so stubborn, Machiri. Please remember, remember the magician's long-cherished wish."

"Why do we magi yearn to achieve miracles? Why do we, in human form, strive to explore the divine realm, the source of magic?"

Hearing these words of advice, which sounded like those of his former friend Justissa, brought back memories for Zouken Matou. His expression darkened, "Hmph... a mere puppet is quite sharp-tongued, even imprinting the foolish actions of our ancestors on it?"

Just when Zouken Matou was about to stop talking, a voice that he was very familiar with but had not heard for hundreds of years rang out. A person who should have died hundreds of years ago walked from the area behind Illya and stood shoulder to shoulder with the girl.

"Machili, if I feared death, why did I choose death over completing the Heaven's Grail?" Justisia, the Winter Saint, looked at her former friend, now a monster, with compassion. "Although you're not the Machili of my world, do you think those actions were foolish now?"

"You?! Justissa... No! This is impossible!" Matou Zouken's expression changed completely, and he stared at her fiercely. "You can't be Justissa! You've already become the Greater Holy Grail. You can't still be alive. At most, your soul and will remain in the Greater Holy Grail. There's no way you can still be alive! Did the Einzberns get involved and imitate Justissa again?"

Even if he has become like a monster, forgetting his past pursuits and abandoning his humanity, it is impossible for him to remain indifferent to the person in front of him.

Justissa was extremely disappointed with him. "Machili, didn't you notice? You've lost a lot of wisdom, and yet you didn't pay attention to what I said?"

"...I'm not the Machiri from your world?" Matou Zouken finally noticed what Justissa had said. He was silent for a moment, then chuckled softly, "Is that so? Justissa, from another world, you didn't become the Greater Holy Grail? You betrayed the path you sought?"

"No, Machiri. In my world, I still completed the Heavenly Grail. I haven't slacked off in my pursuit of the Third Law. It's just that some changes occurred during the Fourth Holy Grail War."

Matou Zouken: “Oh?”

Mo Li appeared with the two Yustizas. Together with the Winter Saint Yustiza, he looked at Matou Zouken and said, "To put it simply, I finally resurrected Yustiza with the Greater Holy Grail."

Matou Zouken saw the three Justisans wearing different colored clothing, and after hearing what Mo Li said, he couldn't help but be moved: "So you are the winner of the Holy Grail War in that world? Instead of using the almighty wish-granting machine to control the root, you resurrected the dead who had been dead for hundreds of years. How stupid!"

Although the three Yustizas made him a little concerned about where the extra two came from, this was not important compared to Mo Li's waste of the wishing machine.

"Stupid? But I don't think so." Mo Li smiled and put his arms around Dong Yu and Hei Yu's waists. Their faces turned slightly red. Sheng Yu, who was standing next to them, was speechless when he saw this. He simply went behind Mo Li and hugged him.

Matou Zouken was speechless, then amused. "Even Justissa, who's pursuing the Third Law, would like someone else. The Einzberns are truly surprising. It seems there's a reason they keep failing in the Holy Grail War."