Looking at the dagger in front of him, Emiya Kiritsugu's mind was in a trance, and he thought of the girl again, with her waxy skin, protruding veins on her face, and her torn arms and mouth full of blood.
kill me.
Kiritsugu silently raised the dagger, walked to the door and pushed it open.
It was no longer a small room, but an extremely wide plain, with withered grass growing on the ground. In the distance, a train roared towards them, and the track split into two in front of Kiritsugu Emiya. Kiritsugu stood at the fork in the two tracks, with an operating lever in front of him.
"Kiritsugu?" A cold female voice.
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