Please Let Me Ascend to the Throne of Heroes

“I transmigrated into Type-Moon and earned the Root’s recognition. As long as I can die an unnatural death, I’ll ascend to the Throne of Heroes and become its master, an existence stronger and freer than the Seven Grand Servants.”

“To that end, I started doing everything I could to get myself killed in Type-Moon.”

“I cursed Gilgamesh to his face, challenged the omnipotent god Zeus in Greece, brazenly abducted Skadi in the Norse lands, declared in Great Qin that immortality was impossible, and unified Europe in the Roman Empire...”

“But why am I still alive?”

Fuyuki, 1994.

A legendary figure throughout history: the friend of the King of Heroes, the sage of Uruk, beloved by the Greek gods, king of the Norse giants, immortal master of Great Qin, Rome’s first minister, and the king most revered by the King of Knights...

Luo Wei, whose youthful face was weathered by the years, sat at the top of Fuyuki Bridge. He sighed and looked at the people before him. “Tell me, where exactly did things go wrong?”

“Why don’t you kill me and let me ascend to the Throne of Heroes? Please!”

Kiritsugu Emiya lit a cigarette. He glanced at Artoria, who had raised her holy lance, at Gilgamesh’s Gate of Babylon opening wide, and at the crimson spearpoint emerging from the Land of Shadows... The hand holding his cigarette trembled ever so slightly.