Fate/Ultimate Antagonist

[89] The Revelation

"I hope Aatrox could bring Medea back..."

Supposedly after being freed from the restrictions of the contract with him, Aatrox should be able to continue to recover his strength through the devouring nature of civilization, and be able to reconnect with his ark and contact his partner on the moon.

In truth, Kratos was well aware that it was him that restaint Aatrox.

So, my friend.

Now, you need not worry about anything.

Bid farewell to your cage.

Vergil and Dante reunited.

With their talents, they would surely find a way to rescue their father and Myrrine.

Caenis, Atalanta... they haven't walked down the aisle yet, so they shouldn't miss me too much.

Although, being Kratos was never easy.

But, living as Kratos...

Truly exhausting.

The chaotic thoughts, the suppressed anger, the seemingly endless battles and pains.

Every day, his mind had to be squeezed into a pulp-like contemplation.

Godslayer... dying on the path of godslayer, might also be a kind of liberation.

Kratos really wanted to take a break for a while.

In the endless darkness, he closed his eyes.

"Settle the account."

[Not settling.]

?

[You're not dead yet, do you understand the value of EX luck?]

"..."

His dim and obscure vision slowly opened.

Before him appeared the purple witch, Medea, with her delicate, slightly overly close face.

No, it wasn't overly close.

It was... tightly pressed together.

Her soft lips, like a shallow drink, pressed against the young man's lips.

Cool, refreshing, mint-like magic flowed into Kratos' throat through her lips.

"Mana transfer."

She was using this direct exchange of bodily fluids, the most efficient way, to transfer her savings to Kratos.

Curving her fingers slightly.

Kratos vaguely felt that his right hand and right leg, seemed to have been repaired.

Looking down at the black-haired youth beneath her who slowly opened his eyes.

Medea, with tears in her eyes, rushed over like a puppy seeing its owner returning home, rubbing her soft cheeks against Kratos'.

"Your HighnessF!"

Kratos gently stroked her hair.

Embracing Medea as she rubbed against him.

He slowly sat up on the wide bed covered in gauze.

In the elegantly decorated palace, the towering dome seemed to weave through the deep night, while within it, shimmering moons and bright stars dotted the night sky.

Shelves stacked with books surrounded them on all sides.

On the obsidian floor, various mysterious stone slabs, rough papyrus scrolls, and rolled-up parchment volumes were scattered around...