In the dark passage, there was only a little light flashing ahead, just like the moonlight paving its way, faintly blue.

The end of darkness may be light.

Dismusk walked leisurely on the road paved with bluestone. The hard uppers of the leather shoes collided with the stone slabs, but no sound was left. The swaying figure seemed to be a wandering ghost.

The darkness here, the bluestone here, and even the pool at the end of the passage, Dismusk is extremely familiar with it. Although it was his first time here, and although this was the ancient city of Einzberen, these scenes were the environment he lived in when he dreamed of Ari.

At this moment, he was quietly stopping beside a pool of water, staring blankly at the stagnant pool, and his thoughts floated there. Is it a dream or reality.

For a moment, Dismusk seemed to have returned to that dream, that real and sad dream, in the quiet pool, Alice Phil struggled hard, and the white and transparent slender hands stretched into the sky helplessly, waiting for the arrival of her knight. The water of the pool slowly rotated, swallowing Alice Phil step by step until it was gone, and the unlimited hatred for her guardian knight.

Dismusk, who was deeply trapped in the situation, could not extricate himself. He stretched out his hand to try to get the figure in white clothes back. He leaned forward and stepped forward.

The sound of "Crazy...!" was remembered from the ghost's pool. It was the sound of gravel falling into the pool water. Dismusk was stunned, then suddenly woke up, watching the stone rolling in the stagnant water, and from time to time, it was still breathing white air, and finally disappeared.

Dismusk couldn't help but feel cold in his heart, and murderous intent appeared on his face, and an idea that came from nowhere suddenly surged into his mind.

"If that dream is true, then is Alice Phil now real or false? What's important is, is she still alive??"

My heart suddenly tightened, my five fingers suddenly clenched, and the invisible energy burst out from all directions, causing waves of polyester in the pool water.

"Hmm!" Dismusk's brow bent slightly, his eyes staring at the rippling water surface with a clear look, as if he had discovered something new continent.

"What a strong soul, so powerful resentment,..."

The next moment, Dismusk's face returned to calm, his clenched fists slowly stretched out, and a faint green light lit up between his fingers, and the invisible blue gas spread unscrupulously to the surroundings.

"Canniferous corpse gas..."

The green gas brushed across the water was like a small hand, gently lifting up a layer of blinding veil, revealing an unknown scene here.

Under the quiet water of the pond, there was a bloody smell, and the lake water turned into blood red.

Countless girls in costumes floated between blood. Some were pierced by a long sword through their chests, some were hung on a spear, some were facing the sky, and some fell into the water, leaving only a pair of jade feet, showing her past existence. Who are they? Are they alive or dead.

"Who can explain it to me?" Dismusk's eyes at this moment turned into a blue color, a faint flame swaying ruthlessly in his eyes.

The woman hanging on the spear suddenly raised her cherry lips and said in a hollow voice, "We are the Einzberen family, the product of the third magic... The artificial human beings they do can also be called dolls. The meaning of our existence is to help the Einzberen family and obtain the sound of the "Holy Grail War."

"We are the product of the "Holy Grail War" of all dynasties. Our current situation also shows the failure of the Einzberen family in previous wars. This is our destiny and this is our destination." Another woman facing the sky added.

Dismusk listened quietly, suddenly he discovered something terrible, he dreamed that Alice Phil also fell into the pool of blood.

"Alice Phil von Einzberen, what is she?"

This question is very strange, abrupt, with no beginning or end, but here you can get the answers that men want.

"Alice Phil is a doll made for this "Holy Grail War"!" The stagnant water gave the man the answer he wanted.

Dismusk was shocked and shocked. What was shocked was that Alice Phil was not a human... No ~ It was a human, to be precise... Idiot?! What was shocked was that she was still alive. She was alive, and she actually fell in love with a doll and was loyal to her for twenty years...

The story of the knight and the princess is full of twists and turns. If you love her, you have to accept everything about her. Even if she is a doll, he will overturn the whole world for her just to correct her reflection.

"What is the purpose of the Holy Grail?" Dismusk calmed down and asked a question with a vague answer obtained from Old Man Ahad.

"The Holy Grail is a universal wishing machine. Whoever gets it can satisfy his wishes." The woman who was inserted into the sword said softly.

Dismusk snorted coldly in his heart. Sure enough, the old fox hid a lot of content, "Where is the wish~!"

"What kind of role does Alice Phil play in this kind of war?" Dismusk continued.

"Don't you want to know Lord Ahad's wish?" a woman in the pond asked suddenly interrupted.

"Hmph~" Dismusk snorted softly. A dying man knew what his wish was use. Of course, he did not intend to discuss these words with this pool doll. He just opened his palms and a cluster of faint flames gently swung from the palm of his hand.

"Alice Phil acted as the role of the Little Holy Grail in the Holy Grail War. As the battle continued, the death of the Servant and the return of the soul needed a reserve container, and the container was the fate of the doll. When the magic was full, it was also the time when the Great Holy Grail came. Of course, it was also the time when the doll lost all human emotions. This was our fate..." The woman hanging on the spear replied tactfully.

Dismusk closed his eyes. At this moment, he really didn't know how to describe his mood. The flames in his hand gradually disappeared, and the light green gas in the pool gradually dissipated. He got the question he wanted, and there was nothing to ask.

In the deep passage, a clear sound of footsteps suddenly came to mind, and waves of murderous intent burst out from Dismusk's eyes, which eventually turned into a blue sky.

He closed his eyes again, and his anger gradually calmed down. Now, it is not the time to bleed, and of course, it takes a specific time to judge the crime, plus a specific place.

Flashes of green air swayed, and the figure standing by the pool gradually became blurred... until it disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

After a long time, the sound of footsteps in the passage became clearer and clearer from far to near.

A figure in a white robe reflected on the water surface. The eyes covered by long white hair swept across the pool majestic, without saying a word for a long time, just staring at it.

Time seemed to solidify, the old man stood still like a statue, staring at the water with his eyes like an eagle.

"Someone came just now?" A low and hoarse voice suddenly rang in the quiet environment.

"No one has ever been here, respected Mr. Ahad." A woman's voice sounded again in the pool.
Chapter completed!