Starting from the Dragon Tribe! - Chapter 105

Starting From the Dragon Tribe

Chapter 105: The Price of Justice

As Gen Chisei continued to narrate, Lu Chen and the others did not expect this man, who was as serious as Chu Zihang, to be so eloquent.

The story was concisely narrated from his mouth, what should be omitted was omitted, what should be emphasized was emphasized, so that the others slowly immersed themselves into the story. 

He told them how Emiya Kiritsugu was adopted by his master, Natalia, and how he and his master hunted down the people researching the ghoul virus together, but Natalia made a mistake while on a plane, causing the virus to spread to the passengers. Kiritsugu used a counter-air missile to bring the plane down, along with his beloved master.

Then he talked about how Kiritsugu joined the Einzbern family and got himself a wife and child. If the story ended here, then Lu Chen and others would’ve thought this man, who walked through countless challenges, finally got to have a peaceful end, although very heavy.

But the story didn’t end here. The Fourth Holy Grail War broke out, and the man, in order to obtain that almighty wishgranter, in order to obtain absolute justice, rid himself of any opponents one by one, by any means.

At the end, the man had faced countless challenges, from being faced with killing a person to save hundreds… to perceiving an anomaly and personally killing his wife and children in the “illusion.”

The story ended with Fuyuki City being burned to the ground by the black Holy Grail. Kiritsugu was able to steal away the grail, but no one knows if he was suddenly enlightened or something, but he rescued FSN’s protagonist, Emiya Shirou, with tears streaming down his face…

After listening to the story, Lu Chen and the others felt a heaviness in their hearts.

Chu Zihang was expressionless, Lu Chen was slightly thoughtful, while Caesar snickered.

Chisei sighed, and after the group clinked their glasses, he exhaled a mouthful of slightly alcoholic air then looked at the others with a serious gaze, as if wanting their thoughts.

“After reading this book, I’ve been thinking, how much can a person pay for justice?”

They were silent, and finally it was Zihang who broke that silence with his paralyzed face, “In a broad sense, Emiya Kiritsugu did carry out his justice.”

But Zihang still had words in his heart that he didn’t say. He was a very rational person on the surface, but he still felt that the story was too heavy, so heavy that there were some plot points that he couldn’t accept emotionally, even if he understood them rationally.

“If this is a light novel, then it doesn’t seem ‘light’ at all,” Caesar joked as he lit a cigar. The smoke was so thick that one couldn’t see his eyes.

Lu Chen sat on the sofa and pondered for a long time. This story reminded him of a lot of past events. If people like Emiya Kiritsugu were considered heroes of justice, then he really didn’t qualify.

He was sentimental for much of his time on the battlefield, never abandoning his companions, even when there were times when it made more sense to abandon them, for which he was also remembered for quite a few times.

Eventually, he returned to his senses slightly and asked Chisei back, “So, Gen-kun, do you want to be a hero of justice?”

Chisei froze and finally nodded. The movement was so heavy and stiff, as if there was an invisible hand forcing him to nod, the invisible hand called the Yamata no Orochi, the hand called responsibility.

And he had already paid the price… for being a hero of justice.

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Time passed gradually; another table within Takamagahara.

“Say, Crow, should we call a host for her?” Yasha and Crow sat together as they whispered discreetly in each other’s ears, but upon sensing the cold glare coming from the  woman sitting opposite from them, the two instantly sat upright again.

But in the next moment, Crow became bold again as he whispered in Yasha’s ear, “Better not. This is Young Master’s girl. She doesn’t look like she needs to let off steam.”

The murderous aura from across the table surged before disappearing without a trace, leaving Crow and Yasha with frightened hearts.

At this moment, they were also complaining in their hearts. Even though they had already more or less accepted it, the headquarters agents were really dumbasses. Why would they choose a place with male hosts like Takamagahara?

“Sakura, your hearing is better. Can you hear what the young master is saying to them?” Yasha asked curiously.

But Sakura shook her head. As an outstanding assassin and kunoichi, her hearing was certainly very good. She could indeed hear them very well, but she would not tell Yasha and Crow.

Her expression, as opposed to being icy, was more like Chu Zihang’s paralyzed expression. She was very good at hiding her emotions. For example, at this moment, she was shocked that the young master would also display dumbass tendencies after drinking with the other dumbasses.

It was already one in the morning, and it turned out that even hybrids weren’t immune to being drunk.

As the newborn emperor of the Yamata no Orochi, Chisei’s bloodline was much more potent than that of Caesar and Chu Zihang’s, but he seemed to be unable to drink more than Caesar.

How long has it been since I drank with my peers without any ulterior purpose? The drunken Gen Chisei leaned back on the sofa, his eyes drifting.

He had been drinking alone for the past two years, drinking when things bothered him, sometimes even before family meetings. He would get a little drunk after half a bottle of soju. Every time, Crow and the others would urge him not to, and Sakura would take out the recovery soup prepared in advance and wash his face so that he wouldn’t be seen in a bad light by the other clan heads.

Looking at the teenagers who were still clinking their glasses, Chisei was a little envious for a moment. Even though he called them idiots, he himself wanted to act like an idiot from time to time.

“Caesar, your wrist is dripping blood,” Zihang put down his glass and reminded.

If they let their doctor know that their temporary discharge today was used to binge drink, then they would be so angry they would probably tie them to the bed, provided that the doctor could do it.

“Oh it’s okay. I’ll pay for dirtying the couch,” Caesar took a look at it and said very calmly.

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