master transferred to spellcaster

【Intermission of Ashiya Michimitsu】

When did it all start?

Did it start from the initial shadow that grew in the heart of that "Michiman Ashiya", or from the alien god who dug out the shadow buried in the deepest part of his heart, and casually interacted with other spiritual foundations like a child playing with mud? Blend together to start?

In the country across the sea, there is a legend that the god made man out of clay.

Soil can breed all things, and the things made of soil are called people.So what should be called the things created by the Goddess of War, the God of Evil, the Wraith, and the ugliest darkness conceived in the hearts of people.

Ashiya Michimitsu, AlteregoLimbo, does not spend time thinking about such philosophical issues.

The facts are clear at a glance.

Limbo, Limbo, forgotten wasteland, where the residue of sinners and villains gathers.

As an apostle of the Alien God, the only expectation he was given was to disturb people's hearts as a domineering clown.He is not dissatisfied with his mission, rather, he is working with all his heart and soul like his nature.

Instigate people's hearts, spread evil, and bring disasters.

Fulfilling his duties as smoothly as cutting butter with a hot knife, and sincerely feel happy for the pain, bleeding, and death he caused, as if returning to the original joy.

No origin, no destination, just a clown making fun between scenes, isn't it the most normal thing to follow one's own nature to have fun?

To this day, he still thinks so.

Humanity continuation guarantee organization Phoenix Chaldea, the biggest obstacle in the alien god's descending plan, saved the history of pan-humanity from the conspiracy of humanism incineration, and achieved an unprecedented feat.

And the central figure who has achieved this great cause is actually such a weak Master who is struggling in the dust with an embarrassing posture.

Ahhh, the world that was rescued by the glory of the Heroic Spirits is about to collapse in front of you in an instant, how pitiful——how exciting.

Loved and respected by everyone, the face standing in the light, how touching it will be when it is stained with despair.

However, the pebbles, which were originally thought to be just appetizers, actually caught the chances that were almost non-existent time and time again, repeating so many annoying miracle scenes to win time and time again.

Obviously he has reached such a situation where there is absolutely no possibility of winning, and he is so weak and powerless, and his actions are so violating the name of "savior", why are those eyes still so firm and bright.

Staring at the light for too long in the dark, even if the light is no longer in sight, the burn marks on the retina will not fade away.Every time you close your eyes, it quietly appears like a ghost.

It was just a taste of general longing, but with the passage of time, it turned into a peerless delicacy that made him unable to restrain his longing. He would wake up in the middle of the night because of the burning of this longing.

With this thought in mind, the time his eyes stayed on the other party seemed to be getting longer and longer day by day.

Oh, oh, compared to the other apostles of the Alien God, it seems that what I have done has made the chosen Master hate and hate him even more.

Being watched so intently by the pair of blue eyes that never seemed to really go out, the growing and spreading desire in the body mixed with evil thoughts almost overflowed the spiritual base as a container.

Desire, desire, desire—the desire made every pore on this body made of spirit particles ache violently, as if blood would gushes out of it in the next second.

What kind of situation will the scenery he wants to see be displayed.

Bleeding, wounded, sad, crying, pain, despair, abandoned, unable to call for help, swallowed into one——

All kinds of ideas that want to be implemented on that master emerge in endlessly, but they have not been satisfied, and even the final give-and-take ends in a very ironic ending.

Even if he swallowed "Michiman Ashiya" as the main body, he couldn't become one body, and even if he cultivated the fantasy tree into a perfect body, he failed because of the reason of "not understanding love".

Even if he brought that Master to the center of his lair, there was still no trace of fear in the opponent's eyes, they were still so bright, full of fighting spirit and hatred.

He hadn't let those eyes be stained with the color of fear and despair that he brought—when he ended this unknown life, what he was obsessed with was actually such an insignificant thing.

I really want to drag that person into hell together, fall into the border of hell together.

In that case, maybe his heart can be satisfied.

Then, unexpectedly and predictably, he was summoned through the Chaldean summoning spell.

Memories of the past are like illusory dreams. It should be said that although I remember it, it is like seeing flowers through the fog, or it should be said that it is like seeing flowers through the fog, but I remember them all.Even he himself couldn't describe it exactly.

The only thing that is certain is that that longing is still burning in his body.

Well, hehehe, the eyes looking at him are very vigilant, but the owner of the blue eyes quickly recovered after frowning in surprise at the beginning, and responded to his greetings like an ordinary follower .

The color of hatred disappeared.

The blue pupils are like the surface of a lake reflecting the sky. They are clear enough, but they can only reflect his own face, and cannot see what is hidden inside.

The other party gave him resource upgrades and breakthroughs just like ordinary servants, gave him the right to move freely and even enter and leave the room, and also gave him the opportunity to accompany him out of the station normally.

He also respects the Master like an ordinary servant, loyally protects the Master in battle, expresses his feelings for the Master enthusiastically, and maintains a false friendly relationship with other servants.

Hmm... But after actually entering Chaldea, I realized that this Master is really welcome.

No matter where he goes, there will be heroic spirits greeting him, and there will be heroic spirits who want to talk to him every moment. The rooms in the newly built base that should be empty are filled with gifts from the heroic spirits.

Every day, every minute, every second, we are receiving the words of heroic spirits full of love and extreme emotions.

The master just answered all the words with a calm smile, calmly accepted the feelings exported to him and gave positive feedback, treated all the heroic spirits equally, smiled and played around, as if he could not feel those expectations at all, The weight of those feelings.

Is the Master, who turns a blind eye to the problems lurking like invisible giants in the deep sea, really so stupid, or is he just pretending to be stupid.

That question was answered that day.

Like other servants, he also got a day to be assigned as a valet.

Perhaps it was because taking up such a position again reminded him of the time when he served in the palace as "Michiman Ashiya", or maybe it was just because the time in Chaldea was getting longer, and he was somewhat too much on that day. Excited.

【No need to lie anymore. 】

The moment he heard that sentence, the words that had been rolling out of his mouthpiece suddenly strangled on the tip of his tongue.

Is that so...

That Master has always been watching him—whether in the past or now, he is watching him carefully.

Then, for the first time, he laughed so heartily, admitted his lie frankly, and uttered the confession soaked in honey and venom, mixed with truth and lies.

The master was not as keen as before, as if what he just said was just an expression of loyalty by an ordinary samurai, he responded normally and calmly.

Um, um, only this kind of place is particularly annoying.

Time passed day by day, during the days of rest, training, simulation, combat, and actual combat, although he never let go of the idea of ​​making trouble, they were all small troubles.

This is by no means because of the love for that Master like other servants.On the contrary, the desire to see the other party's desperate expression at the end is getting stronger and stronger.

It's just that every time he actually does it, he always wants to take another look, and see how far the opponent can go with that ridiculously weak body.

This waiting has come to the last moment.

Chaldea took down the banner of victory on behalf of panhuman history—at the cost of mountains of corpses and blood-soaked land.

Of course, that description is by no means accurate.Because the Servants do not leave corpses behind, the only ones who actually fell to the ground were the humans of Wandering Sea and Chaldea.

Including the Master himself.

Relying on his obsession, he roughly sewed the broken head back to his neck, gasped for breath, and tore apart the remnant soldiers who wanted to get close to that master—the death of that master should be brought by him, only by him Come.

After all, the master was only a human being, and the wounds he suffered in the previous battle had already left him dying. He was lying in his arms obediently and powerlessly, with pale lips and weak breathing.

He used all the methods, but he could only delay the disappearance of the master's life by such an insignificant point.

He could, should have taken the initiative to take what little life was left of the man in his arms before he breathed his last.

That way maybe he could get what he's longed for all along—the fear, the pain, the despair in those blue eyes because of him.

At least it ended in his hands.

He hesitated, hesitating without even knowing the reason, and pressed his sharp fingertips to the back of the heart of the person in his arms, but he didn't do it for a long time.

The other party moved one step ahead of him, showing an ugly smile with difficulty, and said in an inaudible voice.

[When we meet again, cough, again, together, I will accompany you to hell... to play... let's go. 】

This is the last sentence that Master left to him, and also to that world.

……

Talk about hell... Hell doesn't exist at all.

He knows better than anyone else that even with the spirit base of a god, he is still just an onmyoji, and he will never be better than Abe Seimei's onmyoji.

Hell, the underworld, the underworld, he knows neither its location nor the way to it—he cannot even grasp a single soul.

Hehe, hehehe, what desire, if this person does not exist, then everything will become meaningless.

In a trance, everything around him began to disintegrate, and his spirit base was gradually returning to spirit particles, like waves in a river sending water droplets to the direction against the flow.

It is a precursor to the restart of the world.

That's right, after all, they have all turned into this dilapidated state, and human beings are also extinct. If it doesn't restart, the history of pan-humanity will be completely wiped out here.

But... only the person he held in his arms was not touched by this force, but was pushed by another force, as if to exclude him from the world that was about to restart.

This is not something very difficult to understand.

Just like him, the master who saved the history of pan-humanity for the second time was also rejected.

His existence itself is the proof of the second destruction of the world, so he alone cannot obtain happiness in the brand new world.

The world he saved for the second time abandoned this scarred savior.

The anger that came from nowhere almost ignited himself. The master has followed the world's wishes to achieve this level, and has reached the extreme on the quality and path praised by the world. Why, why is he still being rejected abandon……

He will never allow it, never understand it, and never let it go!

Forcibly breaking up his spirit base, sticking each spirit son to the soul of the master, enduring the pain of being disintegrated every moment, he was able to be repelled together with the master.

Just as longing never stops, so do anger and resentment, only growing thicker with each moment of pain.

But he is as clear as he is aware of his own anger. Even if the master knows the truth, he will not be as angry and resentful as he is, and he will never take revenge on everything that failed him, and maybe he will choose to forgive foolishly.

This is absolutely unacceptable to him.

He needs an opportunity.

So after that stupid world held them back, he had a crazy idea that he never had before.

He wants to erase the memory of that master, plant a new fantasy tree here, lure that master to be like in the past, lead the heroic spirits who support him, stand in a place of light, and crusade in the name of light he.

The fantasy tree will take root in the world, and its collapse means the collapse of the world. He will leave clues to guide them back to the history of pan-humanity and carry out a grand revenge on that disgusting world.

And if the master restores his memory in advance, he will surely fall into a desperate madness after realizing that he has destroyed an innocent world with his own hands. A quasi-panhuman history.

As for this world... Another world that tried to grab benefits from that Master and kept him for its own self-interest, so what if it was destroyed?

Go, go, his master.

As before, I will destroy everything that stands in your way, take revenge on the world that failed you, and take back the glory you deserve——