"Tools? That's about it. It's a creature without a heart. No matter how many deaths it takes, it doesn't matter to me. After all, humans don't hate themselves for lighting a match, right?"
Another thing Paracelsus did not say was that the magician does not feel guilty about the use of tools.
For magicians, and for the purest [scholars], human nature is something that is not necessary to hold on to.
Be selfless, for the future of mankind? Or is it selfish for fame, honor or wealth?
People who seek knowledge and make efforts for that reason may be considered scholars, but they are definitely not pure [scholars].
There is no reason for a pure [scholar] to seek knowledge.
Know for the sake of knowing, get for the sake of getting.
The scholar who spends his life pursuing the source of mystery is also a magician.
To say that they have no humanity or are not human at all is quite appropriate.
Even if the price is to pay for everything they already own and think they are precious, even if they die after arriving, there will still be countless magicians willing to exchange for the secret of the "root".
And Paracelsus was such a magician.
"You were clearly repenting of your sins just now, but now you are denying them. The self-contradiction must come to an end, Your Excellency Paracelsus."
Mephistopheles was still smiling arrogantly.
"No, that's your misjudgment. These Homonculus - although they do not have a will of their own, they are indeed my creations - my children, even if they are no different from tools, they are made with my own hands. I am still the one who sends them to their end.”
A painful expression appeared on Paracelsus's face, and his frowned brows showed in Matthew's eyes that he was indeed truly grieving for the dead artificial life forms.
"The result is still self-satisfaction, wishful thinking of love, and then wishful thinking of sadness, hahahaha, I didn't expect magicians to have such feelings, hahahahaha, people like you just feel sad that you should be sad. Yeah. He's obviously just a complete magician, but he still wants to pretend to be a human. It's so ridiculous, hahahahahaha~~~~~~
In the final analysis, the Creator (Lord) cannot love. "
Mephistopheles still mocked Paracelsus.
"Is that so? This is your view of 'us'. Is that why you appear as a devil and hate the Creator? Mephisto."
Paracelsus' face
But Matthew felt that the sadness on the other person's face was not simply self-satisfaction.
When talking about Paracelsus, we must not avoid two terms.
One is the lifelong pursuit of countless Eastern and Western alchemists since ancient times. It is the hand of Midas who can turn stones into gold, and it is also the elixir of immortality - the Philosopher's Stone.
The second is the artificial life form——Homon Kurus.
If you look at it this way...
"Is the enemy just now Homunculus?"
Mashu murmured softly.
She is also an artificial life to a certain extent. Strictly speaking, she seems to be only different in appearance from those white humanoid creatures.
If Chaldeas, who created himself, only used himself as a tool...
This is certainly true in the beginning.
Although Ma Xiu accepted this arrangement in both body and mind, words and deeds, when death really came, she still longed for that warmth.
Otherwise, she would not have extended her hands to Fujimaru Ritsuka at that time.
Moreover, no matter whether it is Olga Marie who has passed away, Dr. Roman who is still supporting them, or even the Master of Team A who once broke his own finger, no one in Chaldea has ever regarded her as a real person. tools to treat.
"No...! I don't think so!"
Although it was possible that all of this was just a verbal attack used by Mephistopheles to confuse the enemy's mind and gain the upper hand, Matthew still could not ignore the words from the "demon"'s mouth.
"Even if it is a created 'tool', as long as you put your emotions into it, you will still feel happy for the other person's birth and sad for the other person's passing!"
"Oh, my employer actually thinks so... You are really outstanding. You are truly a member of the Chaldean sect who carries all human rights on his shoulders."
Mephistopheles turned his head in surprise, and then said to Matthew:
"I respect you from the bottom of my heart, Miss Matthew."
Even Paracelsus was a little surprised by Matthew who spoke out to defend him, but he did not accept Matthew's kindness, but accepted Mephistopheles' accusation without disgust.
"No, Mephisto is right. After all, I am just a magician without emotions. Otherwise, I would not have participated in this catastrophe that destroyed human nature. To you, I am a villain with a serious crime. There is no doubt that you are a rebellious person. From before until now, my goal has been to kill the Chaldean Master and prevent you from restoring human nature, and in the future, my goal will not change."
The five-colored elements lingered on Paracelsus' sword, and then accelerated, and dangerous ripples filled the surroundings of Paracelsus along with the rotating elements.
"That is... the true ether formed by mixing five basic elements. Be careful, Saber, Mash, the destructive power of the material born on that guy's sword will probably not be less than Saber's Noble Phantasm."
Leonardo da Vinci, who had met Paracelsus once before, recognized the Noble Phantasm that was accumulating magic power in his hand at a glance.
"Such a way of speaking, such an appearance... I never expected to see you again in a place like this, Lord Leonardo da Vinci."
When he saw the appearance of Mona Lisa, Paracelsus thought that the model of the famous painting had definitely become a heroic spirit, but after hearing Da Vinci's tone, Paracelsus immediately reacted Come over to the other party's true body.
Considering Da Vinci's admiration for the lady's appearance during his lifetime, it does seem like his style to appear in the world with her appearance when he became a heroic spirit.
"I don't want to meet you again on such an occasion, Hohenheim. Even if it's for the sake of origin, you shouldn't be involved in this kind of thing, right? You're not that kind of pure magician, are you?"
"No, I'm afraid you, the genius, have misjudged the person. I am indeed a pure magician, an inhuman who has abandoned humanity and love, and a sinner who should be defeated."
"What's wrong with this guy? Why does he look nothing like when he was young? Is he suffering from some kind of psychological shadow?"
Da Vinci, who thought he could never see the wrong person, ignored Paracelsus's reply and began to doubt his past.
Paracelsus smiled bitterly and shook his head, and then continued to accumulate the Noble Phantasm on the magic sword in his hand, and pointed it at Mashu and the others.
"Chaldeas, I am the enemy you must defeat on your way forward. If you cannot defeat me, just accept the reality of destruction with peace of mind——"
The five-color elements rotated faster and faster on Paracelsus' sword, and finally formed a dazzling white halo.
And Mashu also took a defensive stance in an instant, and the Noble Phantasm can be used at any time.
At this moment, a pure white butterfly appeared silently in front of Paracelsus and landed on the hilt of his sword.
"This is……"
The moment he saw the butterfly, Paracelsus opened his eyes slightly.
"Even if you are the forefather of alchemists like us, and we are all disciples who will inherit your legacy, but think about the combat power. Even if Mephistopheles is excluded, we still have two heroic spirits here. , one of them is Saber. And one of your trump cards, the Homonculus, must have been completely slaughtered. Paracelsus, the possibility of you winning is completely zero. Is it possible that compared to the root cause? , are you looking forward to self-destruction?”
At this time, Dr. Hyde behind Mathiu suddenly spoke.
"you……"
"After all, this is the only possibility. If you don't want to destroy yourself, the fighting here is unnecessary for you and us."
Living up to his reputation as a scholar, Dr. Hyde analyzed calmly.
"Indeed, I really have no chance of winning here."
After making eye contact with Dr. Hyde, Paracelsus seemed to accept his fate and put down the magic sword in his hand in frustration. The magic power accumulated on it also dissipated in the surrounding air in an instant, turning into little gleams of light. .
"Goodbye, Chaldea."
In this way, Paracelsus retreated into the mist.
However, before he completely concealed his figure, he stared at Mashu deeply.
Arturia, who did not want to cause trouble now, did not chase him, but just watched him leave silently.
"Heh heh heh heh, that's really ridiculous."
Only Mephistopheles looked at Hyde, then looked at the direction Paracelsus left, and sneered.
"Without consciousness and courage, unable to carry out one's own good or one's own evil, it would be better to simply throw them away. Now, Your Majesty the Magician."
