"I was not wrong"

-Archer

A boy once said,

I don't want to watch people die

If people can be saved, Could it be possible to save anyone?

What the boy was trying to cut down was himself

He wielded his sword for what he came to believe in

This is no longer a path where his battle ends and he turns back

However, he did get his answer

He has regret

And he has no idea how many times he has wished to do it all over again

This fate is set in stone

And Emiya would probably go on cursing it.

But even then,

I was not wrong.

For wishing to save everyone.

Until his heart is at peace

He would wield his sword

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Chapter 1: Prolouge

How long has it been since he has taken this job. How long has it been since he made a deal with the devil. From his knowledge, it has been a long time since he had taken the mantle of a counter guardian. The memories of his mortal life was there, hanging in the inner depth of his memories.

Held preciously, slowing fading, constantly re-ignited by the [Infinite] [Weapons] in his [Inner Universe] , his [Reality Marble].

It held no people in here besides him, it held no sound in here besides the beating of his heart, it held no beauty here besides the [Infinite] [Weapons] , the [Stars] and the [Dawn] all covered by the [Polluted] clouds in the sky and the smell of [Ash] and [Steel].

A land of [Steel, [Cold] yet [Unyielding] ,

[Warm] yet [Bloody] ,

Filled with [Regrets] , sang with [Praises] ,

[Memories] of the [Past] , [Wishes] in the [Present] , [Tales] from the [Future]

[Held] within the [Infinite] [Weapons] , a [Wish] left unfulfilled.

Deep inside his heart, there was an untold amount of [Regrets] left unsaid.

In the [Past] , he once, held a naive idealistic [Wish] to save everyone. To do so he went on to become a [Hero] of [Justice] , trying to save anyone that was in front of his sight. Hideous crimes, evil acts, monstrous being, public evil, necessary evil, justice, laws of the government, all were cut down in his path of [Justice].

And in the end, he was killed by the very ideal he held dear. Betrayed by his comrades, hanged by the masses, framed by the people he once called his friends.

It was not some monstrous being or an evil being that killed him, but his own ideal itself.

The very thing he fought for, was the one to kill him. Hanged by the masses for the justice they yearned for.

All alone, he died.

Yet against all odds,

He did not hate the people who killed him.

'I don't wish to see people suffer.'

If there were ever a motto he once held, then this was it.

To save one, one must be abandon. To save ten, one must be killed. To save everyone, someone must be sacrificed.

The [Original Evil] of mankind.

But even then,

If there was a way for one to be saved, could it be possible for everyone to be saved?

Thus, he strife forward. A foolish notion, a foolish dream.

But...

One that was beautiful nevertheless.

Even after he died, he went on to be a [Hero] of [Justice] due to his deal with the devil.

Forced to kill people after people, to clean up the mess that was deemed a threat to mankind. He was forced to oppose his ideal many times.

His kind words turned cynical. His naive ideals became the source of his hatred. His hands were bloodied with the bloods of many people, evil or innocent. The sky that shined the brightest when he looked up was filled with [Smoke] and [Clouds].

He wished to kill his past self and end this suffering. And he nearly succeed.

Yet,

'This dream is not wrong!'

He failed to kill his past self. Why? He does not know. To this day, he wonders why he lost. The blade was lifted to stab his naive past self yet he couldn't bring it upon himself. The difference between their strength was eminent and all it would take is a single strike to kill him. Yet, he lost. Against any reason that he could give to why he would win, he still lost.

"Ah-"

"So that's why"

"I was not wrong"

A soft whisper.

"Finally, get it huh?"

"Wha-?!"

Emiya's eyes widen at the voice.

The surprise in his voice was given. This was a place that people cannot simply barge in like a walk in the park. Otherwise he would have more then a few people visiting him every once in a while.

Looking to the source of the voice, Emiya located the source of the voice.

"Heya! Emiya boya!"

And immediately regretted his decision.

"Oi, Oi what is that stance? I'm not going to hurt you."

The old man in front of Emiya pouted. The scene in front of him was painful to look with a straight face.

"Zeltretch, what are you doing, here?"

Emiya asked while keeping a guarding stance ready for battle. The person in front of him can be considered to be one of the most problematic people you can find in your life. Anything that came out of his mouth is likely to screw someone one way or another.

"Oh, it's simple my boy."

The old man of jewels said.

Emiya kept up his guard, ready for anything the old man of jewels could throw at him.

"I have lost it!"

Zeltretch cheerfully gave his reply.

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It's really amazing how such words from the person in front of him can cause people to realise how much in deep trouble they were in.

"Well, shit."

Archer confirmed that he was fucked.

"Well off you go!"

A portal opened near him.

Then, Zelretch kicked him into it. It was quiet the hard kick.

It was painful, extraordinarily painful. He didn't know what caused him such pain, but it was painful nevertheless. Blades were knitting his body yet it was still not enough to numb the pain.

Then it went quiet, the pain became quiet.

Something happened, he was not sure what, but something had happened.

He felt something in his hand, something wet and red.

He had blood on his hand.

The scent of blood was everywhere, he had killed.

How many he did not know. It may have been everyone in this entire building. Possibly even more.

His eyes were glossy. But he could see a lot of people were dead.

Lifting his hand, he tried to grasp something and grasp something.

"Huh?"

"A letter?"

The contents of the letter fell off.

Boys and Girls with wondrous talent and much distress, I address thee! If you strive to test your Gifts, then cast aside your friends, your possession and your world and come to our Little Garden.

The last thing I saw before a blinding light engulfed me was-

"Ah-"

The red eyes albino in front of me holding a child with the sheer amount of trail of dead people around her as far as his eyes could see,

And the large bright scene in the massive hole behind her out of this place that stretches as far as possible to freedom with no one to stop her from reaching her salvation.