Fate/Magus Path

58 Holy Maiden

The momentary light vanished in an instant.

The intersection of two distinctly different magics, space and time, and soul... brought forth a terrifying power capable of annihilating everything.

In the final moment of death, the only sight reflected in his eyes was a blinding white light, before his body disintegrated.

"Is this what death feels like...?"

He quietly closed his eyes, thinking this, but the darkness did not come as he had expected.

No, it seemed he was still alive.

Soon, he realized it.

Because his soul had not settled nor had it reached the destination it was supposed to.

Opening his eyes, Roy found himself in a dreamlike place.

The scenery around him flowed, just like the Avalon in his dreams, here too was a mix of countless colors, with vibrant petals constantly falling in the gentle breeze. All he could see was a sea of flowers stretching infinitely along the horizon.

There was no sunlight here; the sky was a curtain of pink and blue, yet it radiated a colorful halo. Light and a gentle breeze echoed throughout this world, creating a warm and peaceful atmosphere.

If it weren't for the absence of the familiar white tower and the annoying figure of the incubus, he would have really thought of this place as some scenic spot in Avalon.

However, the scenery here was enough to amaze him, rivaling the stunning view he had when he first entered Avalon.

"What a truly beautiful sight."

Roy squatted down and picked a colorful flower, bringing it to his nose to inhale its faint fragrance.

He had both touch and smell.

This was not the Avalon of his dreams.

Then he looked at his arms, waved the arm that should have been torn off, and found that the wounds on his body had healed completely.

His body was restored, and both his sense of smell and touch remained, but the magic crest and the saint graph were gone.

A spiritual form...? But does a spiritual form with senses really exist? And where exactly was this place?

After confirming that he was not in a dream, he began to analyze his situation. Just then, he heard an ethereal voice coming from behind him.

"Isn't it beautiful? That's how I feel."

"After all, this is the beautiful world I took a long time to construct."

"Who?!"

Roy, who had been admiring the scenery, suddenly heard the voice behind him and instinctively became alert.

He turned around and saw a graceful figure in a white dress, a beautiful silhouette wearing a golden crown, smiling at him... she was the owner of that voice.

Irisviel?

At this moment, if it were Emiya Kiritsugu or Artoria present, they would surely call out the name of this woman immediately.

However, this was not her; Roy already knew her true identity.

Seeing her, he could guess without a doubt where he had been taken.

Thus, Roy nodded slightly to the woman in front of him, then smiled and greeted her, "It's good to see you still exist."

"Mm, thank you for saving me."