It’s dark.
It’s dark.
It’s dark.
Filled with a darkness like the darkness had been allowed to agglomerate, it was a place where natural light wasn’t allowed to shine.
Silence, and death.
Not one just person existed.
If it is the place where hundreds of girls had once lost their lives while crying, the millions of Tokyoites who lived on the surface wouldn’t know about it. For example, if a person who was alive breathed in this place even once, the sorrow and despair that wafts in the huge space, even the dregs of fear would fill their lungs, burn into their brains, and probably instantly make their minds go mad.
Even their last moments due to madness is possible enough.
The underground cavern, which was in a certain place in the Tokyo Metropolitan Area.
The spot where the Greater Grail which ought to be called the centre of the Holy Grail War was made.
Something was squirming in there.
That which was squirming as if it was awakening from a death-like sleep, was unmistakably the sticky mass, the huge meaty mass that should’ve vanished without a trace from the holy sword’s blow, 8 years ago.
It didn’t perish.
It was still going strong.
The colossal light, did certainly at one point blew it away from the underground cavern while it was perfecting itself into a repulsive beast, but ahh, however it exhausted the seeds of humanity’s evil. The strongly pronounced vestiges of death twisted space, and the beast appeared in the depths of the darkness.
A newly born egg, with the revived Holy Grail as its shell, it waits for its incarnation, while starving itself.
Foaming like water which has begun to boil, it was a black sticky mass.
Black mud.
The cradle of a black beast.
In front of the swollen bulge that was like a small hill――――
A lone…...
…. Girl, was dancing by herself.
Manaka: “Ahh, Saber! Saber! Saber! I had faith, that you would definitely come back one day!”
Innocently and cheerfully…...
……dancing.
Manaka: “Ahh, I love you Saber!”
Around and around.
Like a pre-programed mechanical doll.
Manaka: “I think of you, so much that it seems like my innards will completely fall out of my stomach, enough that it seems like I’m completely waking up from a dream in a heart burnish pain, I love you so much!”
A fairy.
A lovely flower.
A magnificent lady.
No, that’s not it.
Was this that sort of thing?
There was once a princess who made the world her belonging.
She carried the entire world in the palm of her hand, and at any time, she could be someone who could easily possess power if she felt like it.
Ahh, she already felt like it.
After waiting for the perfect chance, she could just break the world according to its existing protocols. There with the Greater Grail which was protected by the beast, her goal hadn’t changed a bit from 8 years ago.
――――Manaka Sajyou.
Right, nothing about her, had changed whatsoever.
The months and years didn’t provide growth to her.
Along with the Beast, she had returned.
It’s exactly like that time, the girl who is wearing a green dress is smiling.
There’s no changes in her physique at all. Her white porcelain body and her clear transparent eyes, her soft hair which shined sparkle sparkle if it’d received the light, also hadn’t changed at all.
Her smile too.
There’s not a bit of gloom in that loveliness, and the feelings that were charged into her moist eyes as they were liable to do far surpassed the ones from 8 years ago. If there was a clear point of difference about her, then it’d be the chest area of her dress?
Audaciously exposed there, was a portion of her white body and――――
Manaka: ““I want meet you soon.”
Proof of her being the first ranked Master.
A 7 winged Master’s Degree.
Piercing the centre of it in a heart-piercing shape――――was a red, sword cut――――
Manaka: ““I want meet you soon, I want meet you soon!”
The girl sings, screams and wishes….
……For her love.
Love.
A fierce thing that drinks up all of creation, as it hides in the backside of her chest as a replacement for her heart. In the darkness, a pale magical light burns as if to symbolize all-encompassing death. Is Manaka dancing on a black stage with no audience?
No.
An audience exists although it’s merely a few. Behind the girl who continues to dance, are 6 shadows! Locked up with the Holy Grail without being able to return to the Throne, are now, 6 twisted Servants who have achieved manifestation here in this place!
???: “Ahh. I, want to kill Sigurd again……it bothers me, so very much……”
Lancer.
Once someone who guided heroes.
A total of 6 vials which had formed close to the back of her neck were packing a lot of black.
The needles which protruded from the back of the vials drilled into her neck, and a black malevolence, a poison with very similar properties to the one that made her personally go mad, 8 years ago, pours out of them melting her brain and mind.
There’s no way to fight it. She’ll immediately go crazy.
With puppy love. With love.
Quickly she swings her lance.
To kill the blue silver knight whom, she cannot stop loving.
???: “…………. tch!”
Archer.
Once someone who divided the world.
The thing reflected in those eyes was not the whereabouts of the blood-smeared Holy Grail War, but was that the beast who had finally accomplished a violation that sprung out on the earth and their way?
He had no choice but to walk towards a future that he was gazing at. Refusal was not permitted for him.
After all he had been made to be a slave who obeys the girl.
Thus, he will raise a black rain that will shatter everything it touches.
To defeat the Golden King of Heroes who controlled the city of Uruk, someone who is more older and nobler than anyone.
???: “Impudent―――――”
Rider.
Once someone who subdued the surface.
He had scrupulously restructured himself not as an ancient raging king, but as a vanguard who especially brings destruction. He will smash the earth together with the black bowman.
Freely manipulating divine beasts and his divine ship which had likewise turned pitch black like himself, he will smash all creation with the light of his black sun.
By changing the sparkling sun into a black radiance, instead of illuminating everything, he will engulf everything into darkness.
To kill the Golden King of Heroes who acts in a manner just like the King of the Surface.
???: “HIHI, HYHAHA! It’s been too long, finally that son of a bitch Jekyll has retired!”
Berserker.
Once someone who embraced a great evil.
Now his core has reversed. With evil as front and good as back, he has been reborn from the black muck. He probably cannot maintain his human form for an hour at most. While emitting black miasma from his thin open lips, his blood boils, as he tiredly waits for his small Master’s order to be passed down to him.
He exercises his claws which have become like a mad beast’s, and devours his prey with jaws which have grown a full set of huge sword-like fangs.
In order to smash the clan’s savage dog who carries his famous red lance from his legend in one hand, and to sip his fresh blood.
???: “Your orders. My Master.”
Caster.
Once someone who spread hope.
Flinging off his white robe and wrapping himself in a robe of despair, he uses his magic.
O’ the four elements madly cry and scream, and the 5th dies in obscurity cursing the entire world.
While recognizing all forms of love, and violating all forms of love, he assists in favour of the fulfilment of darkness which he must face in this Holy Grail War. He will stand in front of those who will save the world.
In order to defeat the Hero of Hope?
No.
In order to face off, with the clan’s savage dog.
???: “Everything. Everything, is as our Master wills it.”
Assassin.
Once someone who sought love.
Drenching her entire body in the black that sways to and fro in the Underground Greater Grail, she will turn everything dead. Freely manipulating the black muck as poisonous waves right now, she is hot on their heels. Neither human nor class of Heroic Spirit, is there just one person who could escape her?
Before this soundlessly approaching poisonous sea, all forms of power are merely powerless.
Either way her black waves will become a poisonous tsunami that will fully cover this far eastern city.
In order to engulf the blue silver knight, whom she may not remember facing, 8 years ago.
Manaka: “―――――My Saber! My one and only prince!
As the black Heroic Spirits wait on her, Manaka Sajyou continues to dance in the darkness.
Gracefully.
Brilliantly.
She still conceals her love, while flashing a smile.
Manaka.
The 6 Black Servants.
And, the gigantic squirming black mass
Here, they complete a military force that will invade and conquer the world.
Able to easily crush the thin skin called “reality” of 1999 where people live, they are incredible people, who conceal enormous magical power in their bodies.
Since it is an incomplete ugly quaking existence the great beast squirms like its trying to form a “head” similar to the one from 8 years ago, but in that far from completed “head,” hides enough power for it to control everything in the world as its belonging, even now it surely cherishes the Princess of the Root who is laughing loudly.
Who, will defeat them?
Who, will save them?
No.
No.
No.
No human being, could possibly confront this crisis.
They would only be ripped apart and sliced in two.
They would only be pierced and gouged.
They would only evaporate and vanish like mist.
They would only be flattened.
They would only be manipulated into becoming a speechless corpse.
They would only be tormented and melted.
However, they’ll recognise that the world is a great sea called “despair,”and at the furtherest ends of it where no person nor hands could reach, they’d whimper, they’d scream, and without being saved no matter how much they cried their eyes out, they’d turn into misery itself and die.
There are no exceptions, and no hope as well.
You, people can only meet your end from here.
――――But,
Or.
――――if that knight, who carried the Holy Blade were to appear again…….
