I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit

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Golem Keter Malkuth—this was the name of Avicebron's Noble Phantasm.

A construct modeled after the Original Man, Adam, it was an extraordinary automaton. This autonomous Reality Marble could continuously reshape the world around it, gradually converting its surroundings into Eden, a paradise devoid of pain and evil.

If this Noble Phantasm were deployed, it could indeed counter the enemy Artoria had described. Within the realm of Golem Keter Malkuth, the ground beneath would no longer belong to Ivan the Terrible but to Eden itself. Consequently, Ivan's territorial advantage would vanish, along with the oppressive effects imposed on other Servants.

Avicebron was a meticulous and skeptical person by nature. While Artoria's tale intrigued him, he met it with cautious doubt.

However, when Artoria uttered the name of his Noble Phantasm, his skepticism began to waver.

Even a Ruler could only discern a Servant's True Name, not their Noble Phantasm. Moreover, Avicebron had never shared this name—not with his Master, not with Danic. At most, others knew his Noble Phantasm was an automaton inspired by the Original Man, Adam, but not its actual name.

In other words, the only person who should know its name was Avicebron himself.

Unless, as Ruler claimed, she had indeed encountered another version of him, fought alongside that version, and witnessed Golem Keter Malkuth in action.

His voice trembled. His hands shook. Excitement, elation, and overwhelming joy coursed through him. Even though it wasn't "him," the idea that another version of himself had succeeded filled him with an indescribable thrill.

He wanted to seize Artoria, to demand every detail of that moment. Yet a sliver of rationality held him back, preventing such unbecoming behavior. The anxiety, however, gnawed at him—much like the chronic illnesses that had tormented him in life.

Avicebron's frail body had been plagued by sickness from a young age, with his skin condition being particularly severe. It was why he now concealed himself so thoroughly.

Years of suffering had left him jaded and pessimistic. To him, the pain blanketing the earth was a vision of hell itself, fueling his vow to create Eden, the paradise described in scripture.

This vow had given birth to his Noble Phantasm, Golem Keter Malkuth. It was his life's dream, a destination he had never reached.

Because this Noble Phantasm was born from an unfulfilled desire, Avicebron couldn't simply activate it. He had to construct it piece by painstaking piece with materials from the modern world—a task of staggering difficulty.

The automaton's core alone required something extraordinary, and its creation demanded vast resources. Only the well-funded Yggdmillennia family could afford such materials in such quantities.

Avicebron was fully aware of how monumental this endeavor was, yet he persevered. Creating Eden was his sole aspiration, a goal for which he would sacrifice everything, even his bonds and humanity.

And now, to learn that another version of himself had completed this dream—it was no wonder he was beside himself with joy.

"Calm down. Take a deep breath," Artoria advised, watching Avicebron's trembling form. For a moment, she worried he might succumb to a heart attack and dematerialize on the spot.

Surely not, right? While Avicebron's mortal body had been weak, as a Servant, he shouldn't suffer the same frailties.

…Hopefully.

"If you wish to know more, I'll gladly share what I can. But please, don't get too worked up."

It took Avicebron some time to steady himself. His body stopped trembling, though Artoria couldn't gauge his expression beneath the mask.

"…Thank you," Avicebron finally said, nodding politely with an air of refined dignity.

"I admit I became overly emotional. I hope you can understand—this is as if I've spent my life crawling through darkness and despair, only to finally glimpse the light of dawn. I cannot suppress this joy."

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I can truly understand," Artoria said, placing a hand over her heart. "After all, empathy is a lie. Just as an observer cannot forgive a perpetrator on behalf of a victim, I cannot feel what you feel without experiencing your struggles. But I do respect your perseverance."

"…Thank you," Avicebron repeated, bowing his head in gratitude.

For the first time, Avicebron abandoned his urge to rush back to his golems. Instead, he wanted to learn more from Artoria.

"We've been standing here for quite a while, haven't we? If you don't mind, would you come to my quarters? I may take up a bit of your time."

"I don't mind at all, Mr. Avicebron."

Avicebron summoned a homunculus maid and asked her to prepare tea in his quarters.

He wanted to hear more about how the other version of himself had successfully unleashed his Noble Phantasm.

Once they were seated in Avicebron's room, the two began their discussion.

In truth, Avicebron wasn't interested in the broader story. His sole focus was on the details of his Noble Phantasm.

Thus, most of his questions revolved around how the other Avicebron had managed to activate Golem Keter Malkuth.

"I remember," Artoria began, "at the time, we encountered a Servant on the enemy's side. His True Name was Asterios, though the world knows him better as the Minotaur."

"His Noble Phantasm recreated the legendary labyrinth that had imprisoned him—Eternal Labyrinth. After defeating him within the maze, it became an unclaimed artifact. Had it been left unattended, it would have soon disappeared."

"Instead, Avicebron used the labyrinth itself as material, completing his Noble Phantasm."

Hearing this, Avicebron could no longer contain his enthusiasm. He clapped his hands together in awe.

"A genius solution!"

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