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2010-04-26T20:50:12Z

Setherzam: /* Akira Kogami */

== Rena? ==

Just a question. Why, under Rena, does it say a meer mention of oyashiro-sama will drive her into psychoticness? I thought it was that she believes in it, but I have yet to see her go psychotic by the mention of it. Is that a mistake, or is that something that appears in one of the last two arcs?
Personally, I think Shion was more psychotic/cutesy than Rena, but I'll leave that alone. [[User:Sbloemeke|Sbloemeke]] 13:22, 5 September 2007 (PDT)
::in season 1 the last arc and first arc has Rena over reacting almost every time oyashiro-sama is talked lightly about, she honestly and truly believes that Oyashiro-sama is real and hates to see people use his name in vain or talk about him as if he's not real. Thus she always yells or go into her 'psycho-mode'. [[User:Setherzam|Setherzam]]

== Akira Kogami ==
Are you sure she's 19? I am too lazy to open it up at the moment but I believe her character profile in Lucky Star manga clearly say she's in middle school. I recall vaguely that she's 13 or something.

I could have sworn she was 19 earlier? did they cut her age down in the US translation or something? - [[User:Setherzam|Setherzam]]

==Zero==

Uhm, what is with Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière called Zero shouldnt she be also in the list?

--[[User:Darklor|Darklor]] 05:10, 29 September 2009 (UTC)

User:Setherzam

2007-11-29T02:31:34Z

Setherzam:

The L.O.L. wiki is how available [http://www.baka-tsuki.net/project/index.php?title=L.O.L._Wiki here].

#1 Gin-sama fan! We all love Gin-sama! (just some of use love her more then others)

Talk:L.O.L. Wiki

2007-09-25T20:34:25Z

Setherzam:

User:Setherzam

2007-07-12T01:35:44Z

Setherzam:

'''Psycho-Loli''' (サイコ-ロリ) is a Baka-Tsuki term for a female character that display sudden signs of violence and mental instability. It is a character archetype in many Japanese anime, games and manga. The term is exclusive only for women (who are usually under the age of consent), while the term ‘Psycho-shota’ may be applied, in rare cases, to male characters who display similar traits. Like nekomimi and tsunderekko, Psycho-Lolis are considered to be moe-inspiring characters.

The term ‘Psycho-Loli’ is not to be mixed up with the term Yandere, which has a similar meaning. While ‘Psycho-Loli’ applies to any female character that displays signs of mental instability, ‘Yandere’ only applies to characters who appear kind and loving on the outside but is actually brutal and psychotic on the inside. As such, ‘Psycho-Loli’ could be considered to be a more general term.

==Famous Psycho-Lolis:==
Note: This is not a complete list. Additional characters may be added over time.

===Ryuugu “Rena” Reina===
[[Image:Rena.jpg|thumb|right|Ryuugu Reina in the horror mystery anime, Higurashi no Naku Koro ni]]
Anime series: Higurashi no Naku Koro ni

Often seen wielding a large cleaver, Ryuugu “Rena” Reina is one of the most famous examples of a ‘Psycho-Loli’. While she appears to be generally nice and friendly on the outside, all it takes is a mention of a Shrine God named ‘Oyashiro-sama’ for her to start displaying signs of psychoticness. She is a fervent believer of Oyashiro-sama and his so-called curse, one which affects any villager who dares leave their village of Hinamizawa.

She also appears to have an insatiable liking for things cute and sweet, including (but not limited to) stuffed bears, dolls, broken rice cookers, old tires and broken figures of the Colonel.

Memorable Psychotic Scenes:
:* Smashing all the windows in her school with a baseball bat.
:* Apologizing in the middle of the rain.
:* Taking an entire school hostage with a home-made time bomb.
:* Chopping up her dad’s girlfriend with a cleaver

Memorable Quotes:
:* USO DA!! (You Liar!!)
:* “… kana, kana?”

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===Dokuro-chan===
[[Image:Dokuro.jpg|thumb|right]]
Anime Series: Bokusatsu Tenshi: Dokuro-chan

Dokuro-chan is an angel from the future who has come to the present to protect a certain boy named Sakura. She brandishes the large spiked club named Excalibolg, which she uses to protect Sakura from harm. The club also doubles as an excellent tool for punishment, and more often than not it is used to bash Sakura to death. In addition, it allows Dokuro-chan to transmogrify annoying people (such as the class representative) into various animals (like monkeys or dogs).

Memorable Psychotic Scenes:
:* Killing Sakura during the first 5 minutes of any given episode
:* Having explosive diarrhea as her halo is removed
:* Turning the class rep into a monkey

Memorable Quotes:
:* Pipiru piru piru Pipiru Pi!
:* Oh no, Sakura-kun’s brains are going down the drain!

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===Suigintou A.K.A Gin-sama===
[[Image:Suigintou.jpg|thumb|''Suigintou with her wings extended'']]
Anime series: Rozen Maiden

The first doll of the Rozen Maiden collection. Her desire to win the Alice Game is the strongest of all the dolls, and is primarily driven by her wish to gain the attention of "Father". Sadistic, spiteful, and arrogant (all as a result of her spectacular inferiority complex), Suigintou has no inhibitions in the Alice Game. She will use any method possible, regardless of how brutal, to win.

In the Anime Suigintou is missing her stomach section and a Rosa Mystica but through sheer desire to meet her father she is still able to move. Later she is granted a Rosa Mystica but was still missing a middle section which leads to Shinku believing that Suigintou still wasn't a Rozen Maiden. This sparked the intense hatred that Suigintou has fro Shinku which will be played on the rest of the series. In the manga she is complete but utterly miserable without her father. She derives a sadistic pleasure from causing pain and suffering to her sisters.

She is a cold, spiteful doll to everyone but her medium Megu, a hospitalized girl who suffers a terminal heart disease. Megu wants Suigintou to drain her of everything leaving her dead but Suigintou refuses saying she does not need a medium.

Memorable Psychotic Scenes:
:* Protecting Shinku from Barasuihou
:* Killing her sister Souseiseki
:* Destroying a field of roses
:* Holding Souseiseki's grandmother and grandfather hostages
:* Ripping her own servant dolls apart

Memorable Quotes:
:* JUNK! I'LL TURN YOU ALL INTO JUNK!
:* Have your Lactic Acid bacteria yet?
:* Father!
:* Now I can say it proudly. I am Suigintou, the first Rozen Maiden.
:* The one who will become Alice ... is me! Me, who loves Father more then anyone else!

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===Morino Yoru===
[[Image:Yoru.jpg|thumb|''Morino Yoru from the GOTH Manga'']]
Novel Series: GOTH

'''NOTE: Do not update this section with descriptions regarding details that haven't been translated in the wiki in order to minimize spoilers.'''

Morino Yoru is a high school student obsessed with death. She has shown deep interests in torture devices and execution methods, and is seen frequently discussing these matters with the narrator of the novel.

Morino dresses in nothing but black. When asked for her reason for enrolling in her school, her reply was that it was 'the only school that had a black uniform'. She has jet black hair that extends till her waist. On the other hand, her skin is deathly white, juxtaposing with her black outfits.

She has also been the target of several criminals, none of which she was actually aware of.

Memorable Psychotic Scenes:
:* Slashing her own wrist in order to vent out her frustration.
:* Dressing up as the murdered Nanami Miguchi.

Memorable Psychotic Quotes:
:* Could you teach me how to make that expression too?

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===Flandre Scarlet===
[[Image:Flandre.jpg|thumb|''Flandre from Embodiment of Scarlet Devil'']]
Game Series: Touhou Project: Embodiment of Scarlet Devil

The younger sister of Remilia Scarlet (who is also the last boss of the game), Flandre Scarlet serves as the game's secret boss, one that can only be unlocked by beating the game in Normal mode or higher without using any continues.

Like her sister, Flandre is also a vampire. However, she is almost always locked in the cellar due to her insanity. Although she is somewhat docile in nature, her psychoticness makes it hard for others to comprehend her.

When vampires attack humans, they usually try not to kill their prey in order to feast on their blood later. However, since Flandre has always been fed with cooked dishes, she has no idea how to attack humans, which often results in her releasing all her power and blasting her prey to bits, without leaving a single drop of blood.

Flandre could also be considered an example of Yandere.

Memorable Psychotic Scenes:
:* Filling the screen with an insane amount of bullets (Danmaku)
:* Filling the screen with more Danmaku
:* Waving the apocalyptic wand Lävatein.

Memorable Psychotic Quotes:
:* I've been in the basement for about 495 years
:* (A Shrine Maiden is impossible for you)
:* She died by the bullet, and then there were none ♪~

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===Gasai Yuno===
[[Image:Mirainikkicover.jpg|thumb|right|Gasai Yuno]]
Manga Series: Mirai Nikki/未来日記 (Future Diary) by Esuno Sakae

She's cute, smart and manages to get good grades all the time. She's the second person who's granted a Future Diary and is the protagonist, Yuki's classmate.

She's also a super stalker who's has a crush on the protagonist. Unlike the other Future Diaries, Yuno's Diary does not tell her own feature but instead gives her a update of the protagonist's future every 10 minutes instead (which is useful for stalking him, I might add). She is some what fearless and will do anything for the sake of the protagonist. She's also skilled in using bladed weapons for some reason.....

Memorable Psychotic Scenes:
:* Runs from the teachers during the terrorist bombings to activate the motion sensors on the bombs.
:* Cutting off the 6th's hand.
:* Choped though the 12th head with a axe.

Memorable Psychotic Quotes:
:* I will do anything for Yuki!
:* This means Yuki's future...... belongs to Yuno.

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===Enma Ai===
[[Image:Enma_Ai.jpg|thumb|''Adorable isn't she?'']]
Anime Series: Jigoku Shoujo

Enma Ai is the Jigoku Shoujo, or hell girl. She can be contacted by a website known as the Hell's Correspondence. There a person can instantly send one of their hated enemies to hell through Enma Ai... for a price. In return the person who contacted Enma will be fated to go to hell when they die.

400 years ago when Enma Ai was alive she was chosen to be a sacrifice, her best friend Sentarō helped her hide for 6 years until they were discovered and Sentarō was forced to bury Enma Ai and her parents alive. Betrayed and hurt Enma clawed her way out and massacred the entire village. That act made the mountain god angry and held her parent's spirits hostage, from then on she must work as the Jigoku Shoujo for atonement.

It is unknown what is the extent of her true powers but she can spontaneously set things on fire, shoot a wide beam of destruction, throw black fireballs, take a superhuman amount of physical damage, move the ferry to hell with her mind, and of course, send people to hell, but if done without a contract she will go to hell too.

Memorable Psychotic Scenes:
:* Setting her own village on fire with her mind.
:* Trying to make Tsugumi kill her father.

Memorable Psychotic Quotes:
:* "O Pitiful shadow cloaked in darkness.Thy actions cause men pain and suffering. Thy hollow soul drowns in thy sins. Would you like to see what death is like?"
:* "When one person is cursed, two graves are dug"

User talk:71.123.134.26

2007-07-12T01:33:48Z

Setherzam:

That is me btw
-Seth

User talk:71.123.134.26

2007-07-12T01:33:29Z

Setherzam: New page: That is me btw

That is me btw

Zero no Tsukaima:Volume1 Story2 Chapter4

2007-06-16T05:27:08Z

Setherzam: /* Chapter 7 – Fouquet the Crumbling Dirt */

==[[zeroNT:Chapter07ClaiesOriginal|Raw English translation available here]]==

==Chapter 7 – Fouquet the Crumbling Dirt==

In Tristainia, there is a mage thief who can send every noble in the country in fear with the name “The Crumbling Dirt.” Her full name is Fouquet the Crumbling Dirt.

When Fouquet heard that a noble in the North had a jeweled crown, she went all the way there to steal it. When she heard of a noble in the South who had a staff bestowed by the king as a family treasure, she broke walls to steal it. In the East, none remained of the best pearl rings by the artisans of the White Islands, stored in a mansion. She also eagerly took in a priceless bottle of well-aged wine from a winery in the West. Fouquet is everywhere.

Her tactics range from stealthy infiltration to outright breaking in. She has attacked the national bank in broad daylight, and silently intruded houses in the deep of the night. Either way, her tactics simply leave the royal mage guards in the dust.

The one thing that identifies her is her use of alchemy to enter her targeted rooms, turning doors and walls to dirt and sand, and walking in the gaping hole. The nobles were not stupid, of course. They have tried to magically “solidify” everything around their treasure in an attempt to stop her alchemy, but her magic is simply too strong, nullifying everything, fortified or not, into dirt.

If Fouquet decides on breaking her way in, she uses a gigantic golem made of dirt, up to 30 meters tall. Scattering mage guards and breaking even castle walls, it lets her boldly take whatever she wants in broad daylight.

Nobody has ever seen Fouquet’s appearance up close. Nobody even knows whether she is a man or a woman. All they know is that she is an earth mage of at least Triangle class, that she leaves an insulting note like “I got your treasure. –-Fouquet the Crumbling Dirt” in every robbery scene, and that she prefers treasures and artifacts of great magical power.

Two huge moons shine down on the walls outside the fifth floor of the Academy of Magic, which encases a treasure room. The light stretched out a shadow, standing straight against the walls. Fouquet the Crumbling Dirt.

Her green, long hair moved with the wind, and she briskly stood, openly showing the figure that brings fear to all nobles in the country.

Fouquet felt the wall’s power under with her feet, and could not help but admire it. ''The main tower of the Academy is as strong as it looks…is a physical attack its only weakness? I can’t break through something this thick without attracting attention.'' It’s not hard for an expert in earth magic like Fouquet to check a wall’s thickness with her feet, but breaking a wall is completely different. ''It looks like they only used hardening spells on it, but I can’t even break this with a golem. It’s got a very strong hardening spell though…my alchemy’s not doing much.''

“Damn it…and I already got this far.” Fouquet bit her teeth in frustration. “I’m not letting go of the Staff of Destruction, no matter what.” She crossed her arms and went in deep thought.

Meanwhile, as Fouquet thought in annoyance about the wall, Louise’s room was in chaos. Louise and Kirche stared in anger at each other, while Saito excitedly studied the sword Kirche just gave him on his straw bed. Tabitha nonchalantly read on Louise’s bed.

Louise had her arms on her waist. “What is the meaning of this, Zerbst?” She stared at her rival.

Kirche watched Saito’s admiration, “I told you, I got what Saito wanted, so I came here to give it to him.”

“Ah, that’s a shame. I already got my familiar a weapon. Right, Saito?”

On the contrary. Saito couldn’t let go of Kirche’s gift. He unsheathed the sword, and stared at it. When he held a sword, the inscriptions in his left hand glowed, while his body became light as a feather. He wanted to swing it around, but he was indoors. He still couldn’t figure out what the whole deal about his left hand was about. All he knows is that it glows if he holds a sword.

But all he cared at this moment was this beautifully decorated blade.

“This is so awesome…I still like this one more…and it shines!”

Louise kicked him into the air.

“What are you doing?!” Saito yelled.

“Give this back. Don’t you already have that talking sword?”

“Uh…that’s true…it’s interesting that a sword can speak, but still…” ''It’s so rusty and old and so broken. If a swordsman uses anything, it’s got to be shiny and cool, right? Besides, Kirche just gave me this for free…''

“Jealous words are quite unmannerly, Valliere!” Kirche trumpeted triumphantly.

“Jealous? Who’s jealous?”

“Isn’t it? I, Kirche, easily got Saito’s most desired sword as a gift. You can’t say you’re not jealous, can you?”

“Jealous, my butt! That aside, I will not accept even a tiny bit of generosity from a Zerbst! That’s all there is!”

Kirche looked at Saito, who stared reluctantly at the decorated sword in Louise’s hands.

“You see that? Saito loves this sword, got it? This sword is created by Germania’s very own alchemist Lord Shupei!” Kirche threw a seductive glare to Saito. “You listen here…all that is good under the sun, let it be swords or women, can only come from Germania! Tristanian women, like Louise, are all extremely jealous, impatient, miserly, and snobbish, and nothing can change them!”

Louise glared at Kirche.

“What? I’m just telling the truth.”

“Oh…how…amusing. Women like you are all romantic-minded idiots! Did you hook up with too many guys back in Germania, making nobody trust you, and ending up dropping out and running all the way over here to Tristania?” Louise said all that to Kirche with a cold, uncompromising laugh, interspersed with angry shivers.

“You have guts, Valliere…” Kirche’s face darkened.

Louise only victoriously added, “What? I’m just telling the truth.”

They simultaneously brandished their wands.

Tabitha flicked her staff even faster than the two, blowing their wands away in a gust.

“Indoors.” she simply announced. ''Probably meaning it’s dangerous to fight in here.''

“And who is this? She’s been sitting on my bed since…” Louise angrily muttered.

“She’s my friend.” Kirche answered.

“And why is your friend in my room?”

Kirche stared. “Is that a problem?”

“Hmmph.”

Saito tried to talk with Tabitha, who did not reply, only quietly reading her book, as if she really dislikes conversation.

Meanwhile, Louise and Kirche still glared at each other.

Kirche looked away, “Well…lets have Saito decide.”

“Me? Decide?” Saito immediately felt distressed for being singled out.

“Right. This is about your choice of swords.” Louise also looked at him.

Now Saito felt worse. He liked Kirche’s shiny blade the most, hands down. ''But Louise will never let me pick that. She might not let me have dinner for a week, although I guess I can get that from Siesta, but still…''

He looked at Louise, who glared at him. ''Louise may be a selfish, self-centered, ungrateful girl, but she did take care of me when I was out for days…and I like her looks more…''

''Then again…Kirche bought me this really expensive sword. To top that, a beautiful one like her actually confessed to me. Before this, there is simply no way for me to land someone that good-looking…''

''Okay, that just made this impossibly hard. Now it just feels like I’m picking between the two of them and not the sword.''

“Well? Which is it?” Kirche and Louise both stared at him.

“Uh, well…can’t I have both?” Saito tilted his head and tried to look cute.

It didn’t work. He was sent to the air by both kicks, and collapsed in his straw bed.

“Hey.” Kirche turned to Louise.

“What?”

“Guess it’s time to get this over with.”

“Hmm…you’re right.”

“I really hate you, you know?”

“Same to you.”

“We think quite alike.” Kirche smiled and raised a brow.

Louise, too, defiantly stuck her chin up.

They shouted in unison: “Let’s duel!”

“Geez…you don’t have to…” Saito was shocked. The two glared at each other as if they did not hear him.

“But of course, we have to do this with magic!” Kirche triumphantly declared.

Louise bit her lip, and nodded. “Fine. Location?”

“Really? You sure, Louise the Zero? Are you really sure you want to fight me in a magical duel?” Kirche goaded.

Louise lowered her head. ''Am I sure? Of course…not.'' But it’s a challenge from a Zerbst, so she must take it. “Of course! I will not lose to you!”

Meanwhile, standing on the walls of the central academy tower, Fouquet felt footsteps. She jumped off towards the ground, and just as she reached it, she whispered “Spell of Levitation”, absorbing her momentum, and landed like a feather. She then disappeared into the courtyard bushes.

Entering the courtyard were Louise, Kirche, Tabitha, and Saito.

“Alright, lets begin.” Kirche announced.

“Are you guys really going to duel?” Saito anxiously asked.

“Yes, we are.” Louise confidently answered.

“Isn’t it a bit…dangerous? Lets just stop here and let it go, shall we?”

“That’s true, so whoever gets injured is the idiot,” said Kirche.

“Uh-huh.” Louise nodded.

Tabitha approached Kirche, and whispered something in her ear. Then she pointed at Saito.

“Hmm…now that’s a good idea!” Kirche grinned.

Then, Kirche whispered something to Louise.

“Ah…not bad.” Louise nodded.

And they all looked at Saito. He suddenly had a bad feeling about it.

---

“Hey…are you guys serious?” Saito begged, but nobody cared.

He was hung by rope midair from the main tower. ''Yep…I should have just picked a girl and be done with it.'' On the ground which looked so far, far away he can see the silhouettes of Kirche and Louise. Despite it being the middle of the night, the two moons made for clear vision. He can even see Tabitha on her wind dragon. It held two swords in its mouth.

The two moons warmly shone on Saito.

Kirche and Louise looked up on him, dangling and flopping around in midair.

Kirche rolled up her fists. “Here’s how we do it…first to cut off the rope and let Saito down wins, and the winner’s sword goes to Saito. Sounds good?”

“Got it.” Louise nodded, her face blank.

“No limits on type of spells used. You can go first…my treat.”

“Alright.”

“Okay…good luck.”

Louise brandished her wand. In the air, Tabitha began to shake the rope, wobbling Saito left and right. Spells like “fireball” have high accuracy rates, and as long as the target doesn’t move it can hit it. However, Louise had more than that to worry about – she had to make the spell work in the first place.

Louise thought hard. ''What would work? Wind? Fire? Water and earth are both out…they don’t have many spells that can cut ropes. Fire spells work the best here…''and here Louise remembered that that is exactly what Kirche is good at.

''Kirche’s fireballs will cut that rope easily. I can’t fail this one.''

She picked fireballs anyway. Aiming a small one at the target, she recited the short spell. If she fails, Saito gets Kirche’s sword, and to someone esteemed like Louise, this is completely unacceptable. She finished reciting, and with her utmost concentration, flicked her wand. If it works, a fireball should come out of the tip.

But nothing came out of the wand. The next moment, the wall behind Saito exploded. The shockwave shook Saito even harder. “What the hell?! Are you trying to kill me?!” Saito’s angry yell came to them.

The rope remained intact. If she thought she can use the shockwave to break the rope, she wasn’t thinking. A large crack appeared on the wall.

Kirche collapsed in laughter. “ZERO! ZERO LOUISE! You broke the wall instead of the rope! Now that’s ''talent''!”

Louise looked down.

“Man, I’ve got to ask you…what the heck did you do to make it blow up like that?! Oh god…my sides hurt…”

Louise frustratingly held her fists and kneeled to the ground.

“Next is my turn.” Kirche aimed at the rope like a hunter would his prey. Tabitha was shaking the rope, so it was tough aiming. Despite that, Kirche kept a brisk, easy smile. Chanting a short spell, Kirche waved her wand out of habit. Fire spells are her specialty.

From her wand appeared a melon-sized fireball, flying towards Saito and the rope. It hit the rope, burning it loose in an instant. Saito started to fall to the ground, and Tabitha waved her staff from the rooftop, casting a Spell of Levitation on him, causing him to slowly land to the ground.

Kirche announced in earnest, “I win, Valliere!”

Louise sat down in despair, her hands pulling on the grass.

Meanwhile, Fouquet watched them from the bushes. She saw the crack on the walls from Louise’s blast. ''What kind of magic is that? She asked for a fireball spell, but nothing came out of her wand, and the wall blew up. I’ve never heard of a spell that can make things explode like this.'' She shook her head. ''More importantly, I can’t let go of this chance.'' She started chanting a long spell, waving her wand at the ground when she finished. a mild smile forming on her face. Following her voice, a bulge formed on the ground. Fouquet the Crumbling Dirt is showing her talent.

“What a shame, Valliere!” Kirche laughed.

Her battle lost, Louise reluctantly and gloomily slacked her shoulders. Saito watched her, a complicated emotion on his face. “…why don’t you uh…untie me first?” He managed a low tone. He couldn’t move with the rope wrapped around him in layers.

Kirche smiled, “Oh, why of course, I’ll be glad to!”

Right then, Kirche felt something behind her. She turned around. She couldn’t believe her eyes. “What…what the heck is this?!” Her jaw dropped. What she saw was a huge earth golem moving towards them.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!” Kirche ran away screaming.

Saito yelled behind her, “Hey! Hey! Don’t go! Don’t leave me here!” He was in a panic. After all, he has never seen such an enormous golem, and it’s heading towards him. “Wh…what the hell is this?! It’s huge!” Saito wanted to run, but the ropes had him tight on the ground.

Louise recovered her senses and ran towards him.

“You…why are you tied up like this?!”

“Isn’t that your idea?!”

Above them, the golem raised its foot.

Saito lost hope. “Louise, get out of there!” He yelled.

“Dammit…this rope…” Louise tried in vain to untie the knots.

The golem’s foot descended. Saito closed his eyes.

In that instant, Tabitha’s wind dragon slid from the skies, grabbing the two with its talons, and pulled them out with the foot only inches from them. The next moment, the foot crushed everything under it.

Hanging under the wind dragon, Saito and Louise watched the golem. Saito shakily asked, “Wh-wh-what…the hell is that?”

”I’m not sure…but it’s one gigantic earth golem! Somebody must have summoned that!”

”Something that big?!”

”…whoever that summoned this must be a mage with at least Triangle level.”

Saito bit his lip, and thought of Louise, who tried to untie him despite her danger. “That aside…why didn’t you run?”

“No respectable master will desert his familiar like that.” She answered dryly.

Saito watched her quietly. For some reason, he found her quite attractive…just now.

Fouquet, standing on the golem’s shoulder, smiled. She paid no attention to the wind dragon or Kirche escaping. A dark cape covered her from head to toe. They could not make out her face. She transformed the fist to a metallic composition, and ordered the golem to punch the wall. A dull thump sounded as the metallic fist hit in the wall, collapsing it. Under her dark cape, Fouquet smiled even more.

The golem transported her in with its hand, and she entered through the hole and into the treasure vault. It stored valuables of every kind, but she had only one target.

The Staff of Destruction.

A row of staffs of many sorts hung on the wall, but one came to her as completely unlike a staff. It was a meter long, and made with a sort of metal that she has never seen before. Fouquet looked at the metal plate right under it, reading “Staff of Destruction, do not remove.” Her smile grew to a grin.

She picked up the Staff of Destruction, and was shocked by its lightness. ''Just what is this thing made of?'' She had no time to ponder. She ran back to the golem’s shoulder.

Just before she left, she burned a message on the wall:
“I got your Staff of Destruction. –Fouquet the Crumbling Dirt.”

Sitting on the shoulder with its caped mistress, the golem leaped over the Academy walls, landing with a huge thud, and moved towards the grasslands and beyond.

Midair above the golem, the wind dragon circled around. Tabitha, sitting on the wind dragon, waved her staff for a Spell of Levitation, moving Saito and Louise onto the dragon’s back. She waved again. The air around Saito shook, and the shockwave cut the rope to pieces.

“Thank you,” he said to Tabitha in gratitude.

Her face remained blank, only nodding in acceptance.

Saito watched the gigantic earth golem, and asked Louise, “That mage…broke the wall. But what for?”

“The treasure vault.” Tabitha answered.

“She was holding something when she came out of that hole.”

“It’s a thief. But…that was quite bold.”

They watched as the giant golem suddenly crumbles mid-run into a large mound of dirt.

They descended to the ground.

There was nothing else besides the mountain of dirt brightly illuminated by the moons. The mage commanding it disappeared into the night, just like that.

User talk:Setherzam

2007-06-15T15:18:27Z

Setherzam: New page: we need a list of Psycho lolis to do.

we need a list of Psycho lolis to do.

User:Jumpyshoes

2007-06-14T22:25:56Z

Setherzam:

<Insert missing Oni quote here>
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Setherzam: /* Chapter 6 – Tristain’s Arms Dealer */

==[[zeroNT:Gandvol01editchpter06control|Raw English translation available here]]==

==Chapter 6 – Tristain’s Arms Dealer==

Kirche woke up before noon. ''Today is the day of nothing.'' She looked at her window, and found that all the glass was gone. Burn marks surrounded the frame. Still groggy, she stared at the window for a moment before remembering what happened last night.

“Right…a lot of people came, and I blasted them away.”

She stopped caring about her window entirely after that. She got up, and began putting on makeup, while excitedly plotting how she should seduce Saito today. Kirche is a born hunter.

''When she’s done, she left her room and knocked on Louise’s. She rested her chin on one hand, hiding her smile. Saito opened the door, and immediately embraced and kissed her. Oh…what would Louise do when she sees that…'' Kirche thought of that too.

''And then, right…I can try to eye him outside the room, and maybe he’ll approach me himself.'' The thought of rejection never entered her mind.

Without a second thought, she used an unlocking spell on Louise’s door, and was rewarded with a click. In reality, unlocking spells are forbidden on campus, but Kirche didn’t care. “Passion above all” is the rule of her house.

But the room was empty. The two weren’t there.

Kirche looked around the room. “Still the same as always…a tasteless room.”

Louise’s backpack is not there. Adding that fact with the day of nothing means they have gone out somewhere. She looked out the window, and saw two people on horseback, ready to depart. It’s Saito and Louise.

“What? Going out, huh?” Kirche mumbled in annoyance.

After thinking for a while, she quickly left Louise’s room.

Tabitha was in her room, deep in her sea of books. Under her light blue hair, behind her glasses are her bright blue eyes that sparkled like the ocean. Tabitha is actually four or five years younger than she looks. She is even a bit shorter than the already short Louise, and her body is quite slim. However, she doesn’t care about these things. She is a girl that would rather not care about what people think of her.

Tabitha loves days of nothing. It’s when she can sink in her favorite worlds. In her eyes, everyone else is an intruder to her own little world, giving a melancholic feel to her.

Before long, strong knocks rocked her door. Without standing up, Tabitha simply picked up and waved her staff, which seems to exceed her height. “Silencing spell” [[[NOTE: I’m sure it’s something more fantasy-sounding than that]]] – a wind-type spell. Tabitha is a mage of wind affinity. “Silencing spell” effectively blocked out those distracting door knocks. Satisfied, she returned to her reading. Her expression has not changed through the encounter.

Then somebody forcefully broke the door open. Noticing the intruder, Tabitha moved her eyes from her book. It was Kirche. She began babbling about something, but with the silencing magic, none of her words reached Tabitha.

Kirche took away Tabitha’s book, and then grabbed the little reader’s shoulders to make her look at her. Tabitha expressionlessly looked at Kirche, her face ever so unreadable. However, one can see that she had an unwelcoming gaze.

But it’s Kirche, Tabitha’s friend. She would have blown anyone else away with a cyclone, with Kirche one of the very few excluded. With no way out of this one, Tabitha canceled her silencing magic. As if a lock was opened, Kirche’s voice instantly emerged. “Tabitha! Get ready, we’re going out!”

Tabitha only softly explained to her friend, “Day of nothing.” That’s enough reason for Tabitha, who proceeded to take her book back from Kirche’s grasp. All Kirche had to do was stand up and raise the book really high in the air, and the height difference will bar Tabitha from the book.

“Yes, I know how days of nothing are important to you, I really do. But today’s not the time for this talk! I’m in love! It’s love! Do you get it now?” She doesn’t, and shook her head. Kirche is propelled by her emotions, but Tabitha is a calm and collected thinker. One can only wonder how such polarized people can be such good friends.

“Right…you won’t move until I explain. Geez… I. Am. In. Love! But that lover is going out with that damn annoying Louise today! I want to go after them, and find out where they’re going! Do you get it ''now''?” Tabitha still doesn’t, because she still doesn’t know why that matters to her.

“They just left! On horseback! I can’t catch up without your familiar, you know? Please help me at least with that!” Kirche started crying. Tabitha finally nodded. ''So that’s why…you need my familiar to catch up.''

“Oh thank you so much…so…let’s hurry up!” Tabitha nodded again. Kirche is her friend, and she can’t help it if friends had to go to her for problems that they can’t take care of. It’s a bit annoying, but she doesn’t have a choice. She opened her window, and began playing her flute. Music rang in the azure sky for a moment. She then jumped out the window.

Those who don’t know her would have found it weird, if not alarming. Kirche, however, followed close after Tabitha and jumped out the window without a thought. Just a note – Tabitha’s room is on the fifth floor. She tends to forgo the door altogether when she had to go outside, as out the window is far quicker for her.

Strong and tough wings spread out to the wind, and received its two passengers. Then, a wind dragon flew into the air.

“Your Sylphid is still so awesome no matter how many times I look at her!” Kirche grabbed a protruding spine and sighed in admiration. That’s right – Tabitha’s familiar is an infant wind dragon.

The dragon, which got the Wind Familiar name from Tabitha, quickly and perfectly caught the upward draft around the tower, and reached 200 meters in the air in the blink of an eye.

“Where?” Tabitha succinctly asked Kirche.

Kirche immediately cried, “I don’t know…I was panicking.”

Tabitha didn’t mind, and commanded her wind dragon, “Two people on horseback. Don’t eat them.” Her dragon made a short grunt, showing understanding. Its blue scales glittered, and its wings flapped strongly to the wind. It flew high in the air, scouring the ground for a horse, a simple task for a wind dragon.

Satisfied that her familiar is doing its job, Tabitha snatched her book from Kirche’s hands, laid her back towards the dragon’s back, and started reading again.

Meanwhile, Saito and Louise walked briskly on Tristain’s city streets, having deposited their campus-loaned horse at the city gate’s stables.

Saito’s sides hurt like mad. It’s his first time on a horse, after all. “My sides hurt…” Saito moaned, walking slowly.

Louise frowned while looking at Saito. “You’re useless. You haven’t even been on a horse before? Commoners are just…”

“And you’re annoying. We’ve been on that thing for three straight hours!”

“Well…we can’t walk our way here now can we?”

Despite the pain, Saito curiously looked around. ''White cobblestone roads…feels like a theme park here.'' Compared to the Academy, there were far more people in common garb here. On the street side were vendors selling fruit and meat.

Saito’s love for exotic places momentarily rose. But this is a weird world. There were people briskly walking and people frantically running. Males and females of all ages walked the streets. This bore no difference with Saito’s world, though the streets were a bit narrow.

“A little bit tight here…”

“Tight? This is a really wide street as it is.”

“Just this?” ''Not even 50 meters wide.'' With this many people walking around, every step felt cramped.

“Brudan Street, Tristain’s widest avenue. The palace is straight ahead.” Louise pointed. [[TODO: Confirm “Brudan”]]

“To the palace, then.”

“What business do we have visiting Her Majesty The Queen?”

“Ask her to increase my portion of food.” Louise laughed.

The streets were filled with shops. Saito, full of curiosity, could not take his eyes off them. When he looked at one weird-shaped frog in a jar on a trader’s mat, Louise pulled him in the ear. “Hey, don’t walk around corners. There are lots of thieves and pickpockets here. You ''are'' looking after my wallet in your jacket, right?”

Louise said wallets are for servants to carry, and mercilessly gave that duty to Saito. The wallet was heavily filled with gold coins.

“I am…I am…very carefully, too. How can anyone steal something that heavy?”

“With magic, that can be done in a second.”

But there’s nobody around that looks like a mage. Saito learned how to discern between commoners and mages in the Academy. Mages always have capes on, and they look really arrogant when they walk. According to Louise, this is a noble’s walking stance.

“Aren’t these all commoners?”

“Of course. Nobles only take up 10% of the population, and there’s no way they will walk in slums like these.

“Why would nobles steal?”

“All nobles are mages, but not all mages are nobles. If for whatever reason a noble is disowned from family, left the family name on his or her own accord, dropped status to be a mercenary or a criminal…Hey! Are you listening?”

Saito wasn’t. He was too fascinated by the street signs.

“What does that bottle-shaped sign say?”

“Brewery.”

“And what does that sign with a big cross say?”

“It’s a recruiting center for guards.”

Saito stopped at every meaningful sign, and Louise had to pull him away by his wrist every time.

“Okay, okay, I understand, you don’t have to be in a hurry like that. Where’s the blacksmith’s shop?”

“Over here. They don't just sell swords though.”

Louise walked into an even narrower road. A revolting stench, coming from piles of trash and other dirty things on the ground, soon hit their noses.

“It’s really dirty here.”

“I told you nobles don’t come here that often.”

At the fourth intersection, Louise stopped and looked around.

“Should be near Peyman’s Potion Shop…I remember it’s around here somewhere…”

She saw a bronze sign, and happily cried, “Ah! Found it!”

A sword-shaped sign dangled under it. It looks like this is the arms dealer’s shop. Louise and Saito walked up the stone stops, opened the door, and entered the shop.

Despite the bright daylight outside, the shop was a bit dark inside. A gas lamp flickered. Unorganized walls and shelves were filled with weapons. A detailed armor decorated the room. A smoking man in his fifties eyed Louise suspiciously. That’s until he saw the pentagram on her golden button, at which point he spoke in shock, “My lady…my noble lady…all of my wares here are real and reasonably priced! There’s nothing criminal here!”

“I’ll be your customer.”

“Oh…that’s rather weird…a noble buying a sword! Quite strange.”

“Why is that?”

“Well…priests wave sacred staffs, soldiers wave swords, and nobles wave wands. Isn’t that the rule?”

“Oh, I’m not the one using it. My familiar is.”

“Ahh…a familiar that can use a sword, huh?” The shopkeeper spoke in a lively voice, and looked at Saito. “I believe that would be this gentleman over there?”

Louise nodded. By this time, Saito had already been pulled in by the shop’s vast collection of swords, periodically making cries of “whoa!” and “this one’s awesome!”.

Louise ignored Saito, and continued, “I’m not very knowledgeable about swords, so please show me anything that is reasonable.”

The shopkeeper jubilantly walked into his warehouse, silently rambling, “Oh, this is too great…I can raise the prices so high with this…” shortly afterwards, he returned with a longsword of about a meter in length. It was a very exquisitely decorated sword. It looked like one can swing it with just one hand. There was even a handguard on the short handle.

The shopkeeper said as though he just thought of something, “Speaking of which, it seems that nobles like to let their servants bear swords lately. The last time any of them came to pick one from me, they picked this type.”

''I see…a shiny, glittering sword. Very well-suited for a noble.'' [[TO DO: Is this Saito’s thoughts or the narrator?]]

“Is that the trend?” Louise asked. The shopkeeper naturally nodded.

“That’s right. It seems that there’s an increase of thievery on Tristain’s city streets lately…”

“Thievery?”

“Yes. Some mage thief that calls himself something like ‘Fouquet the Crumbling Dirt,’ and I heard he stole a lot of treasures from the nobles. Those nobles are getting really rattled, so they’re arming their servants with swords.”

Louise had no interest in thieves, and focused on the sword instead. It looked like something that would break in an instant. Saito wielded a sword that’s a lot bigger than this last time.

“I’d prefer something bigger and broader.”

“My lady, please forgive my bluntness – swords and people have personalities, just like men and women. As I look at it, this sword fits my noble lady’s familiar very well.”

“Didn’t I say I want something bigger and broader?” said Louise, impatiently lowering her head. The shopkeeper went inside again, remembering to silently mumble, “oh, the laymen…” After a while, he returned, one hand rubbing the new specimen with an oily rag.

“What about this one?” It was a splendid broadsword of around a meter and a half in length. The handle is made for two-handed wielding and lavishly decorated with jewels. A mirror-like blade reflected with an irresistible glow. Anyone can look at it and say it’s a very sharp and broad blade. “This is the best thing I have. Rather than say it’s for nobles, it’s more like something nobles ''wish'' they can wear on their waists, but that’s something reserved for very strong men. If not, wearing it on the back isn’t half bad.”

Saito walked closer, his eyes staring at the sword. “Awesome. This sword looks really powerful.” Saito instantly wanted it. It’s a magnificent sword no matter how he looked at it. ''I guess this one’s fine…''Louise thought, seeing Saito’s satisfaction.

“How much?” she asked.

“Well…it’s made by the famous Germanian alchemist Lord Shupei. It can cut through metal like butter because of the magic infused in it! See this inscription here?” The shopkeeper proudly pointed the words on the handle. “You can’t get this cheaper anywhere else.”

“Well…I’m a noble.” Louise held her head up high.

At that, the shopkeeper bluntly gave the price, “This will go for just three thousand new gold coins.”

“What?! You can buy a holiday home plus a garden with that!” Louise said, shocked. Saito, with no idea of the currency’s value, stood dumbly.

“A famous sword is worth as much as a castle, my lady. A holiday home is quite cheap compared to this.”

“…I only brought 100 new gold coins…” Louise, being a noble, had little skill in bargaining, and made the taboo of giving away her wallet’s contents. The shopkeeper only waved his hand dismissively. “Come on…even standard broadswords cost at least 200 new gold coins.” Louise’s face turned red. ''I didn’t even know swords cost that much.''

“What…we can’t buy this?” Saito said in a disappointed tone.

“Yeah…we’ll have to go for something more affordable.”

“Nobles are always so arrogant, and now…” Saito mumbled. At that, Louise stared at him.

“Do you have any idea how much potions cost, because ''somebody'' got himself seriously injured?”

“…I’m sorry.” Saito lowered his head in embarrassment. He still reluctantly caressed the sword. “But I really like this sword…”

At that moment, a deep, male voice came from a messy pile of swords, “Don’t be so prideful, kid.”

Louise and Saito looked towards the sound. The shopkeeper held his hands to his head.

“Why don’t you look at yourself for a moment? You? Wield ''that'' sword? Don’t make me laugh. You’re only fit for a stick!”

“What did you say?” Saito did not take that insult kindly, but there’s not a single being in that sound’s direction to be angry at. It was just a pile of swords.

“If you get it, then go home. Yes, you! That noble girl over there!”

“How impolite of you!”

Saito slowly approached the sound. “What…there’s nobody here!”

“Are your eyes just there for decoration?”

Saito looked behind him. ''What?…it’s actually a sword that’s saying it''. It came from a rusty, damaged sword. “A talking sword!” Saito exclaimed.

The shopkeeper suddenly yelled angrily, “Derf! Do not speak such impolite things to my customers!”

“Derf?” Saito carefully inspected the sword. It was the same length as that huge broadsword, though its blade was slightly less broad. It was a thin longsword, although its surface was coated with rust, and one cannot say it was well made to any degree.

“Customer? A customer that can’t wield a sword? You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Could it be…that this is a sentient sword?” said Louise.

“That’s right, lady. It’s a sentient, magical, intelligent sword. I wonder what kind of mage could make a sword speak…but it’s got a rotten tongue, always arguing with my customers. Hey, Derf! Keep up the insolence and I’ll ask this noble here to melt you!”

“Sounds good to me! I’d like to see you try it! I’m kinda tired of this world. I’d love to be melted down!”

“Fine! Then I’ll melt you down!” The shopkeeper approached. But Saito stopped him.

“That’s just so wasteful…isn’t a speaking sword rather important?” Saito stared at it. “You’re called Derf, right?”

“Wrong! It’s Lord Derflinger! Remember that!”

“Looks like a person even with just a name.” [[TO DO: Who said this?]]

“My name is Saito Hiraga. Nice to meet you.”

The sword fell silent, and it seems to closely observe Saito. After a while, it silently spoke. “So you came…are you a user?”

“A user?”

“Hmm…you don’t even know your true powers, huh? What…oh well! Buy me, my friend!”

“Alright. I’ll buy you,” said Saito. The sword went silent again.

“Louise, I’ll take this.”

Louise reluctantly said, “Oh…you want ''this'' thing? You can’t pick anything prettier and that ''doesn't talk''?”

“You don’t like this one? I think a speaking sword’s pretty cool.”

“See…that’s why I don’t like it.” Louise complained. But she didn’t have enough for anything else, so she asked the shopkeeper, “how much for this one?”

“Eh…100 will do.”

“Isn’t that a bit cheap?”

“For this one? I’ll let you take it for cheap.” He waved his hand dismissively.

Saito took out Louise’s wallet from his jacket pocket, and poured its contents onto the counter. One by one, gold coins dropped onto the wooden surface. After careful counting, the shopkeeper finally nodded. “Thank you for the business!” the shopkeeper said as he sheathed the sword and gave it to Saito. “If it gets noisy, just shove it back in the scabbard, and it’ll shut up.”

Saito nodded, and received Derflinger.

Two figures watched Louise and Saito leave the weapons shop – Kirche and Tabitha. Kirche watched the two from the shadows of the streets, fiercely biting her lip. “Zero Louise…trying to warm your relationship with Saito with a sword, huh? Striking out with gifts so quickly after finding out he’s my prey? What the heck?” Kirche stamped the ground in anger. Tabitha, her job done, was reading as usual. Sylphid circled around the skies above them. They followed the two here soon after they spotted them.

Kirche watched for them to walk far away, and immediately ran into the weapons shop. The shopkeeper stared at Kirche as if he couldn’t believe it. “Whoa…another noble? What the hell is wrong with today?”

“Hey there, boss…” Kirche played with her hair, a charming smile in her lips. The shopkeeper’s face turned deep red under the sudden seduction.

“Do you happen to know what that noble bought not long ago?”

“A s-sword…she bought a sword.”

“I see…so she ''did'' get him a sword…what kind of sword?”

“A d-dirty and rusty one.”

“Rusty? Why?”

“Because she didn’t bring enough money.”

Kirche laughed, her hand to her chin. “She went broke! Valliere! Your Duke’s house will cry for this!”

“Uh…is my lady here to buy a sword, too?” The shopkeeper perked up, not willing to let go of the chance. ''This noble looks racked and rich compared to that tiny one.''

“Hmm…show me your best.”

The man walked inside, brushing his hands in excitement. He returned, of course, with the broadsword he just showed to Saito.

“Ahh…a very well done sword!”

“You have a good eye, my lady. That noble not so long ago had a servant that really wanted this one, but it’s too much for them.”

“Is that so?” ''The noble’s servant? So Saito wants this!''

“Of course…this sword ''is'' made by the famous Germanian alchemist Lord Shupei after all. It can cut through metal like butter because of the magic infused in it! See this inscription here?” The shopkeeper repeated what he last said.

Kirche nodded. “How much?”

The shopkeeper asked for more, seeing how Kirche looked a lot richer, “Hmm…for new gold coins, 4500.”

“Hmm…that’s a bit pricey.” Kirche frowned.

“Well…great swords need to be paid for their worth, you know?”

Kirche thought for a while, slowly moving her body towards the shopkeeper. “Boss…isn’t this just a bit expensive?” Upon being caressed at the throat, the salesman suddenly lost his breath. Temptations hit his mind.

“Uh…but…great swords are…”

Kirche sat on the counter, raising her left thigh. “Isn’t the price a bit ''too high''?” She slowly raised her left foot onto the counter. The salesman’s eyes irresistibly stared at her thighs.

“Th-that’s right…then…4000 new gold…”

Kirche raised her thigh further so that he can ''almost'' see in between them.

“Ah…nonono, 3000 would do…”

“It’s getting hot in here…” Kirche ignored him, only opening her shirt’s buttons. “I feel really hot in here. Help me take off my shirt, please…” She threw her most attractive expression at him.

“Ah…I got it wrong, I got it wrong…it’s 2500!”

Kirche took off one button, and looked up at the shopkeeper.

“1800! 1800’s fine!”

Another button, exposing her cleavage. She looked at him again.

“Hey, 1600 will do!”

Kirche stopped with her buttons, and turned her attention to her skirt instead, raising it just so little. The man looked like he could not take any more.

“How does 1000 sound?” she suggested, slowly lifting her skirt more. He looked like he was about to hyperventilate.

And then she stopped. His rapid breathing turned to a sorrowful moan.

“Oh…ohhhhh…”

Kirche straightened herself out, and asked again, “1000.”

“Oh! 1000 will be fine!”

Kirche stepped down from the counter, quickly wrote a check, and slapped it on the counter. “Bought!” She then picked up the sword and left the shop, leaving the salesman to stare at her check.

After a moment, he suddenly regained consciousness, holding his head. “DAMMIT! I SOLD THAT BABY FOR JUST 1000?!” He took a bottle of liquor from his cabinet. “Ohh…I’m done for today…”

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=== Prologue: 8 years ago ===




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 [[Fate/Stay:Translator%27s_Notes#Homunculus|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.

Even if it meant the ruin of the world, he wanted to protect that.

But the man understands. When the time would come when the justice he believed in would demand the sacrifice of such a clean life — what kind of decision would the man called Emiya Kiritsugu make?

Kiritsugu cried, scared of that day that might come, frightened by that one in a thousand chance.


Holding his chest tighter in the warmth of his arms.

Irisviel raises her upper body from the bed, and gently puts her hand on the shoulder of her husband bursting into tears.

"Never forget. Wasn't it your dream? A world where nobody would need to cry like that. Eight more years... And your battle will be over. We will carry out this ideal. I'm sure the [[Fate/Stay:Translator%27s_Notes#Grail|Grail]] will save you."

His wife, fully understanding his agony, caught Kiritsugu's tears as kindly as possible.

"After that day, you must hold that child — Ilyasviel once more. Stick out your chest as one normal father."

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