恩，开始。转载于www.baka-tsuki.net有部分是我协助翻译的...（中文版本译英）开始。Let us tell the story of a certain man.The tale of a man who, more than anyone else, believed in his ideals, and by them was driven into despair.The dream of that man was pure.He wanted for everyone in this world to be happy, that was all his wish was about.It is a childish ideal all young boys grow attached to at least once, but that they abandon when growing accustomed to the mercilessness of reality.Any happiness requires a sacrifice; all children learn that much when they become adults.But that man was different.Maybe he was just the most foolish of all. Maybe he was broken somewhere. Or maybe, he might have been of the kind we call 'Saints', entrusted with God's will, one that common people cannot understand.He knew that for any existence in this world, the only two alternatives are sacrifice or salvation...When he understood that he would never be able to empty the scale plates...From that day on, he set his mind on being the one to tip the scale.To abate the grief in this world, there was no other, more efficient way.To save even one life on one side, he had to forsake one life on the other side.

That is, to let the majority of people survive, he had to kill a minority of people.Therefore, rather than saving people for the sake of saving them, he excelled at the art of killing people.Again and again, he kept painting his hands the color of blood, but the man definitely never flinched.Never questioning the righteousness of his acts, nor ever doubting his goal, he forced himself to only faultlessly tip the scale.Never ever misjudging the value of a life.With no regard to the humility of one existence, and no regard to its age, all lives weighed evenly. With no discrimination, the man saved lives, and with no discrimination, he killed.But he realized that too late.To value everything in equal fairness, that would be the same as not loving anyone uniquely.Had he carved that inviolable rule into his spirit sooner, he would have attained salvation.Freezing his young heart into necrosis, achieving his self as a measuring machine with neither blood nor tears, he kept leading a life of sorting those that were to die, those that were to live. There probably wasn't any suffering for him.But that man was wrong.Anyone's delighted smile would fill his chest with pride, and anyone's wailing voice would shake his heart.Anger was added to resentment full of regrets, and his tears of loneliness needed hands reaching out to him.Even though he was pursuing an ideal beyond reason of the world of men — he was too human.How many times was the man punished for that contradiction.He did know friendship. He did know love.Even when putting that one beloved life, and the countless number of perfect strangers, on the left and right of the scale—He definitely never made a mistake.More than loving someone, to judge that life equally to that of the others, he had to value it impartially, and impartially forfeit it.Even when he was with someone precious to him, he would always seem to be mourning.And now, the man is being inflicted with the greatest punishment.Outside the window, a snow storm froze everything. A mid-winter night is congealing the ground of a forest.The room is in an old castle built on the frozen soil, but it is protected by a gentle flame burning in the fireplace.In the warmth of that shelter, the man was holding one new existence in his arms.It was a really small one — a body so tiny it could be ephemeral, and no weight that could tell it was ready.

A delicate response can be dangerous, as with the first snow scooped by hand, which would crumble with a mere jolt.In frail eagerness, the child preserves her body temperature by sleeping, breathing leniently. That is all that the modest throbbing of the chest can do at the moment."Don't worry, she's sleeping."As he lifts the baby in his arms, the mother, resting her body on the couch, smiles upon them.From the haggard look of the child, she isn't fine yet, and her complexion isn't perfect, but even though, her beautiful face reminiscent of a jewel doesn't decline in any way.Above all, the color of bliss brightens her smile and erases the exhaustion that should wear out her gentle look."She would always be difficult and cry even with the nurses she should have gotten accustomed to. It's the first time she lets herself be held so quietly... She understands, doesn't she. That it is fine because you are a good man.""..."Without answering, dumbfounded, the man compares the mother on the bed with the child in his arms. Had Irisviel's smile ever looked that dazzling?She originally was a woman of little happiness. Nobody would have thought of giving her that feeling called happiness. She wasn't a creation of Gods, she was created at the hands of men... As a homunculus, such a treatment was normal for that woman. Irisviel had never had any wish.Created as a puppet, brought up as a puppet, maybe she never even understood the meaning of happiness to begin with.And now — she is beaming."I'm really glad I had this child."

Quietly bringing forth her love, Irisviel von Einsbern speaks, watching over the sleeping child."From now on, she will be first and foremost an imitation of a human. It may be tough, and she might hate the mother who gave her such a painful life. But even though, I am happy. This child is lovely, she is splendid."Her appearance is nothing unusual, and looking at her she is a lovely baby, yet —While inside the mother's womb, a number of magical treatments were conducted on the unborn body, to rearrange it so that, even more than her mother, she was different from humans. Although it was born, its usefulness was restricted, so that it would be a body that is a mere cluster of magic circuits. This was the true nature of Irisviel's beloved daughter.Despite such a cruel birth, Irisviel still says, "fine". Giving birth to such a thing, being born as such a thing, she loves this existence, finds pride in it, and smiles.The reason for that strength, that bracing heart, was that she was, without a doubt, 'a mother'.The girl who could just be a puppet found love and became a woman, and found an unswayable strength as a mother. That must have had the look of a 'happiness' that nobody could invade. Right then, the bedroom of the mother and child protected by the warmth of the fireplace was indifferent to all despair and sorrow.But — the man knew better. That to the world he was part of, the snowstorm outside the window was the most appropriate."Iri, I — "By firing one single word, the man's chest felt like it was pierced through by a blade. That blade was the peaceful, sleeping face of the baby, and the dazzling smile of the mother."I will be, someday, the plight that will kill you."As he felt like vomiting blood, Irisviel nodded with a peaceful expression to his declaration."I understand. Of course. That is the earnest wish of the Einsberns. That is what I am for."That was the future that was already decided.

After 6 years had passed, the man took his wife to her dying place. As the one victim to save the world, Irisviel had become the sacrifice devoted to his ideal.That was a matter that had been discussed several times between the two, and on which they had come to an agreement.The man had already cried his heart out at that decision, cursed himself for it, and each time, Irisviel had forgiven him, and encouraged him."I know your ideals, and I grew attached to your prayers, that's why I am here now. You guided me. You gave me a life that isn't that of a puppet."For the same ideal, she sacrificed herself. She had become a part of him like that. So was the shape that took the love of the woman Irisviel. Because it was her, the man was able to permit it."You don't need to grieve over me. I am already part of you. Enduring only the pain of your own breaking apart is enough.""... So, what about her?"The infant's body was light as a plumage, yet a weight of a different dimension made the man's legs shiver.He couldn't understand yet, nor was prepared to, what he would do when placing that child against the ideal he carried.Don't judge or forgive such a man's way of life. There isn't the power for that yet.But, even with such a pure life, his ideal is merciless.With no regard to the humility of one life, and no regard to age, all regarded evenly —"I am... Not suited to hold her."The man squeezed out his voice, despite his sweetness being likely to be crushed in insanity.One drop of tear falls on the plump, cherry colored cheek of the baby in his arms.Sobbing silently, the man bends on one knee.To overthrow the heartlessness in the world, He aspired to a greater heartlessness... And yet, to the man who still had people he loved, that was being finally inflicted the greatest punishment.his most loved one in this world.

Prologue: 3 years agoWhen we speak about occultism, theories on dimensions say that there is a 'power' from outside of this world.Pinpoint the beginning of all happening. That is the dearest wish of all magi, the 'root', Akasha... The place of God, Akashic Records, the beginning and the end of all things, that records everything, that creates everything in this world.200 years ago, there were those who put into execution experiments on that place 'outside of this world'.Einsbern, Makiri, Tōsaka. Called the 3 families of the beginning, what they designed is the reproduction of the 'Holy Grail', the subject of many traditions. Expecting that the summoning of the Grail would realize any wish, the three families of magi offered their secret art to finally manifest the 'omnipotent container'.... However, that Grail could only grant the wish of one person. As soon as that truth was known, the bonds of cooperation were washed in blood by conflicts.That is the beginning of the 'War of the Holy Grail'.Henceforth, once every 60 years, the Grail is summoned again in the far-East land of 'Fuyuki'.Then, the Grail selects 7 magi who have the power to take it, and divides a huge amount of prana distributed among them, to render possible the summoning of heroic spirits, called 'Servants'. The conclusion of a battle to the death decides which of the seven is most suitable to receive the Grail.—To put it simply, that's what Kotomine Kirei was undergoing."The pattern that has appeared on your right hand is called the 'Command Seals'. It is the proof you were chosen by the Grail, and the holy mark that grants you the right to control a Servant."The person with the smooth but carrying voice who explained this was Tōsaka Tokiomi.In the room of an elegant villa built atop a small hill in the neatest district in the South of Turin, Italy, 3 men sat in a lounge chair. Kirei and Tokiomi, and the Father who introduced them and mediated the conversation, Kotomine Risei... Kirei's actual father.

"Does the Grail have preferred people to select?"Tokiomi nods to the yet unconvinced Kirei."I mentioned the '3 families of the beginning' — for the granting, will be favored the magi related to the Makiri who have now changed their name to Matō, the Einsbern, or the Tōsaka houses. In other words..."Tokiomi lifted his right hand to show the threefold pattern."As the current head of the Tōsaka family, I will participate in the next battle."Then was this man planning to cross arms with Kirei after having kindly guided him so thoroughly? Although Kirei couldn't comprehend that, he carried on with his numerous questions."I wonder about the Servants you mentioned earlier. Heroic spirits summoned and used as familiars, you said...""It may be hard to believe, but that is the fact. That could be the one wonder of this Grail."The legends of great men, supermen who have left their name in history and folklore. They are those who remained in the permanent memory of men, after their death, and were taken out of the category of mankind, promoted even in the spiritual realm; they are 'heroic spirits'. Those are on a whole different status from the vengeful spirits or common evil spirits from nature that the magi usually summon as familiars. So to speak, it is an existence with the spiritual status of a god. Although a part of that power can be brought out and borrowed, it is unthinkable that they would be used as familiars in the present world."If you consider that making this impossibility possible is the power of the Grail, you understand how outrageous a treasure it is. In the end, even the summoning of a Servant is but a mere fragment of the power of the Grail."As if to say that he himself was dumbfounded by what he was saying, Tōsaka Tokiomi sighed deeply and shook his head."Heroic spirits from between the ancient age of gods up to at best a century ago can be summoned. Seven heroic spirits follow seven Masters, each protect their own Master, and exterminate the enemy Masters. Heroes from any era and country are summoned in the present era, and meet in a deadly competition for supremacy. That is the Holy Grail War of Fuyuki.""... Such a monstrosity? In a place where thousands of citizens live?"All magi follow the common idea of hiding themselves. It's the one obvious way to go in this era that believes that science is the sole universal truth. Considering the Holy Church as well, revealing their existence is definitely impossible.

Remaining in the room, Tōsaka Tokiomi and Father Risei silently watched Kotomine Kirei off."That's a reliable son you have, Kotomine-san.""His strength as an 'Executor' is guaranteed. None of his colleagues are more studious than him during training. I'm the one you should doubt.""Ho... Is that the exemplary attitude of a defender of the faith?""Oh, it shames me to say it, but this Kirei is the only pride of a senile old fool like me."The old Father was known for his rigor, but, feeling at ease with Tokiomi, he smiled. As his eyes turned to his only son, his trust and love clearly showed up."As I still didn't have a child past 50, I had given up on a heir... But now, I am amazed at how far my son has gone.""Though, he agreed more easily than I thought, hasn't he.""My son would jump in a fire if that was the will of the Church. That's how far he would go for his faith."Though Tokiomi didn't mean to doubt the words of the old Father, the impression he had had of Father Risei's son wasn't quite such a 'passionate faith'. The quiet appearance of the man called Kirei felt more nihilistic to him."To be honest, that was a disappointment. However I look at him, it seems he was just involved in something that is of no concern to him.""No... That might really be salvation for him."Speaking ambiguously, Father Risei started muttering gloomily."It is a private matter, but his wife died a few days ago. They hadn't been married for even two years.""Oh, I—"Tokiomi was at loss of words under the unexpected circumstances."Though it doesn't show, he seems to endure it fairly well. ... He has too many memories in Italy. Maybe, for Kirei, right now, returning to his old fatherland for a new mission could help healing his wounds."Risei sighing in his speech, Tokiomi kept gazing straight at him."Tokiomi-kun, doesn't one's true worth show as hardship increases?"Tokiomi deeply bowed at the old priest's words."I am obliged. My debt toward the Holy Church and both generations of the Kotomine family will be carved as a family precept.""Not at all, I am only fulfilling my oath for the future generation of Tōsaka. —The rest will be only praying for God's protection until your journey takes you to the 'Root'.""Yes. My grandfather's regrets, the dearest wish of the Tōsaka, this is what my whole life has ever been for."Hiding how much his self-confidence was suffocated by the weight of his responsibilities, Tokiomi nodded resolutely."This year, I will reach the Grail. I will make sure of that."At Tokiomi's dignity, Father Risei blessed the memory of his late friend.'My friend... You too got a good heir.'

The wind of the Mediterranean sea rustling his hair, Kotomine Kirei returned from the villa atop the hill, alone and silent on the narrow, winding path.Finally, Kirei put in order the many impressions he had had of the man called Tōsaka Tokiomi, whom he had met just then.Perhaps he had led a hard life. As if pride was proportionally converted to the experienced hardship, he was a man endowed with a firm dignity he could rightfully boast about.He understands that sort of personality quite well. Kirei's very father was of the same kind as that Tōsaka Tokiomi.Men who have defined the meaning behind their birth, behind their own existence, and follow it, without doubting it. They definitely never waver, never hesitate.Forging it into an iron will of acting with a clear objective, vectorized only by the fulfillment of 'something' that was identified as their lifelong goal, in any aspects of their life.The 'form of this conviction' can be, in the case of Kirei's father, a pious faith; and in Tōsaka Tokiomi's case, perhaps it was the self-confidence of one who was chosen — a privilege not for the plebeians, and the self-consciousness of someone with a responsibility to shoulder. He was one of those remaining 'genuine aristocrats' you would rarely find nowadays.From then on, the existence of Tōsaka Tokiomi would probably hold important implications for Kirei... But even so, he was of a type that was incompatible with Kirei's kind. That was just the same as saying that he was similar to his father.Those who see only their ideals can never understand the pain of those unable to have one. People like Tokiomi had a 'sense of purpose' as the base of their convictions, but that was totally absent of Kotomine Kirei's mind. Not once, in over 20 years, had he ever felt such a sensation.By judging so, he couldn't consider the most noble idea, have comfort in any quest, or find rest in any pleasure. Such a man couldn't have any such thing as a sense of purpose in the first place.He couldn't even understand how he was so far removed from the sense of values the ordinary world held. Kirei couldn't even figure out a passion to throw himself in about anything.He still believed there was a God. That there was a supreme existence, although he didn't have the maturity to perceive it.He lived believing that one day, the holiest word of God would lead him to the supreme truth and save him. Betting on that hope, clinging to it.But in the depth of his heart, he already knew. That salvation would no longer come from the love of God for a man like him.Being confronted to such anger and despair drove him to masochism. Under the pretense of penance for moral training, he simply kept wounding himself repeatedly. But those tortures forged Kirei's body like iron, and when he realized, he had risen to the top of the elite of the Holy Church, as an 'Executor', where nobody had followed him.Everyone called that 'glory.' Kotomine Kirei's self-control and devotion were praised as a model for the clergy. His father Risei was no exception.Kirei understood very well why Kotomine Risei had so much faith and admiration for his son, but that was a misunderstanding so far off the point; for in reality, his heart was shameful. A whole life would probably not be enough to amend for that misunderstanding.Till this day, there is no one who has come to understand how much Kirei lacked.Yes, even the only one woman he was to love—"..."

Feeling a sense of lightheadedness, Kirei loosened his pace and put his hand to his forehead.When he tried to remember the wife he had lost, he lost his diffuse thoughts in a rising mist. Feeling like standing in a fog before a precipice. An instinct for survival that told him to not take even one step forward.When he realized, he had arrived at the bottom of the hill. Kirei stopped and looked back to the faraway villa at the top.Finally, he still hadn't reached a satisfactory conclusion on his interview with Tōsaka Tokiomi... That was the important problem that concerned Kirei the most.Why had a miraculous power such as the 'Grail' chosen Kotomine Kirei?Tokiomi's explanation was a desperate one. If the Grail wanted a supporter to Tokiomi, there must have had as many capable person as you wanted who would be friends with him; not Kirei.There must have been a reason to his selection for the next Grail's appearance.Yet... The more he thought about it, the more Kirei found the inconsistency worrying.He essentially didn't have any 'sense of purpose.' Nor any ideal or aspiration. However you would look at it, he had no reason to be the bearer of a miracle such as an 'almighty wish machine.'With a gloomy face, Kirei looked at the three symbols that had appeared on the back of his right hand.They say the Command Seals are a holy mark.Would he find a pledge to carry, three years from now?

Aoi replies with a feeble, bitter smile to Kariya's rock hard voice."When I decided to marry into the Tōsaka family, when I decided to become the wife of a magus, I was prepared to something like that. When you enter the bloodline of a wizard, it is a mistake to seek for the normal happiness of a family."And, facing Kariya who tried to speak again, the magus wife gently, but clearly, stopped him—"This is a matter between the Tōsakas and the Matōs. This is of no concern to you, who turned your back to the world of the magi."She finished with a slight nod.With this, Kariya couldn’t move anymore. As if he had turned into one of the trees of the park, his chest felt choking from weakness and helplessness.Since long ago when she was a girl, then when she became a wife, and even after she had two children, Aoi's attitude toward Kariya never changed. Three years older than him, friend since infancy, she always attended to Kariya, kindly and without constraint, like a real sister to a brother.This was the first time that she so clearly pointed out their respective position."If you are ever able to see Sakura, please treat her kindly. She has always been fond of you, Kariya-kun."Aoi watching over her, Rin was playing brightly, full of energy, as if to chase her grief away.As if Rin's very behavior was the reply, pushing back the speechless Kariya beside her, Tōsaka Aoi showed him only the profile of a peaceful mother in holidays.But Kariya still didn't miss it. There was no way he could miss it.The firm, serene Tōsaka Aoi who accepted her fate.She couldn’t even completely conceal the tears gathering at the corner of her eyes.

Kariya hastened through the scenery of the hometown he thought he would never see again.Everytime he came back to the city of Fuyuki, he would never cross the bridge to Miyama town.That must have been 10 years. Unlike the Shinto area where business went on everyday, nothing had changed in this neighborhood where time seemed to have stopped.Quiet streets filled with memories. But not a single pleasant one would come back if he stopped to have a look. Ignoring such a worthless nostalgia, Kariya thought about his dialogue with Aoi from an hour ago."... Are you fine with it?"The thoughtless reprieve Aoi threw at him, turning her eyes away. He hadn't used such a sharp tone in several years.Don't raise your eyes, don't be a bother... That's how he had lived. Anger, hatred, Kariya had left it all in the desolate streets of Miyama town. After throwing away his hometown, Kariya had never made a fuss over anything. Even the foulest, the ugliest matters were nothing compared to what he had hated in this land.That's why— yeah. It must have been 8 years since his voice last held such feelings.That time, wasn't it with the same woman Kariya had used the same tone, the same words?"Are you fine with it?" —He shot the same question, that time. Turning toward his senior childhood friend, the night before she received the name of Tōsaka.He never forgot. Her expression at that time.She had given a small nod, as if she was sorry, as if apologizing, yet still blushing in shyness. Kariya had been defeated by the quiet smile."... I was prepared... It is a mistake to seek for the normal happiness of a family..."Such words were a lie.That day, 8 years ago, when she was proposed to by the young magus, her smile definitely showed her faith in happiness.And so, Kariya fully accepted his defeat because he trusted that smile.Maybe, the man who was marrying Aoi, that man was the only one who could make her happy.But that was a mistake.More than anyone else, Kariya should have realized that it was a fatal mistake.Because he had fully realized how despicable magecraft was, hadn't Kariya rejected his fate and left his family?Nevertheless, he could forgive that.

Starting at the front door, the small but risky dispute soon carried out inside the Matō residence where Kariya settled down on a sofa of the drawing room."I thought I told you never to show your face in front of me again."Sitting facing Kariya, the small, old man who spat the detestable words is Matō Zōken, head of the family. He was so withered his bald head and limbs looked like he was mummified, yet the light deep in his eyes filled his spirit; both his appearance and personality made him an uncommon, mysterious person.To tell the truth, even Kariya couldn't determine the exact age of the old man. The aberrant entry in the family register said he was the brother of Kariya's father. But even at his great-grandfather, his ancestor at the third generation, there were records of the old man named Zōken in the family tree. There was no way to figure out for how many generations this man came to reign over the Matō family.Speaking of repulsive deeds, he was a magus who could be called immortal, stretching and stretching his age. A person at the root of the Matō bloodline with little direct connection with Kariya. He was a genuine specter surviving in the current era."I got wind of something inexcusable. About how the Matō house is carrying out some outrageous disgrace."Kariya had manifold admitted that the magus he was now facing was powerful with an unequaled cruelty. A man who was the personification of everything Kariya had come to hate, despise, scorn throughout his existence. Even if that man were to kill him, Kariya would definitely, severely hate him until the end. With the confrontation 10 years ago, Kariya had faced that strong spirit, and escaped the Matōs, managing to earn his freedom.

"I heard you took in the second daughter of the Tōsakas. Do you want to preserve the Matō lineage of magi that much?"Zōken scowled at the provoking tone of Kariya's cross-examination."Do you want to talk about it? Nothing else? Just who do you think is responsible for the downfall of the Matōs?In the end, the son this Byakuya finally got turned up to be void of Magic Circuits. The pure-blooded Matō line has collapsed with this generation. But, more than your big brother Byakuya, you are the one who has realized the basis of a magus, Kariya. If you had obediently received your inheritance and accessed the secrets of the Matōs, we wouldn't be pressed by the circumstances. And this is all yours..."But Kariya, with a snort, deflected the threatening attitude of the old man who was heating up with foam on his mouth."Stop your comedy, vampire. What's with the fuss over having the Matō line persist? Don't make me laugh. There's nothing wrong for you even if no new Matō generation is produced. The discussion is over since you yourself will continue living for two hundred years or a thousand years, eh?"As Kariya guessed right, Zōken gave a leery smile, as if the anger up to now was a lie. That was the smile of a monster that doesn't even consider human emotions as splinters."As usual, you are a loveless fellow. You speak and behave frankly.""Whatever, that's how you trained me. I'm not one to beat around the bush."

"You, what trick do you have in mind?""A deal, Matō Zōken. I’ll bring the Matō name to the next Grail war. In exchange, you'll release Tōsaka Sakura."Taken aback only for the time of one breath, Zōken then sniggered scornfully."Kha, don't be stupid. A failure who never studied anything would be the Master of a Servant in one year?""You have the secret for making that possible, don't you. With your worm-using skills you're so proud of, old man."Kariya jumps straight to the point, staring in the eyes of the old magus head-on."Plant your "Crest worms" in me. You can do that, in the flesh and blood of the filthy Matōs. The compatibility should be far better than with the daughter of another house."Zōken's face changes back from that of a human to that of a magus, all expression vanishing."Kariya —Do you want to die?""Don't tell me you're worried? 'Uncle'."Zōken seemed to realize Kariya was serious. Coldly, the magus evaluated Kariya, gazing at him, then took a deep breath."I must say I wish more of you than of Byakuya. After expanding your Magic Circuits with the Crest worms, if we can train you thoroughly for one year, maybe the Grail will end up selecting you.... Even then, I cannot understand. Why would you go so far for one little girl?""Just let the Matō tenacity be taken care of by the hands of the Matōs. Don't involve unrelated outsiders.""Again with your admirable dedication."

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