Please Put Me on the Throne of Heroes

"I traveled to Type-Moon and gained the recognition of the Root. As long as I can die an abnormal death, I can ascend to the Throne of Heroes and become the Lord of the Throne of Heroes, an existence that is stronger and freer than the Seven Crowns." "For this reason, I started to act like a fool in Type-Moon." "I scolded Gilgamesh to his face, challenged the almighty Zeus in Greece, openly kidnapped Skadi in Northern Europe, declared that Solomon was a demon god instead of the Son of God in Israel, and stood on Morgan's side in Britain..." "But why am I still alive now?" 1994, Fuyuki. A famous figure in history, the third friend of the Most Ancient King, the first prime minister of Mesopotamia, the man favored by the Greek gods, the king of giants in Northern Europe, the incarnation of God who awakened Solomon's humanity in Israel, assisted by Prince Camelot... The young but weathered-looking Lovi sat on the top of the Fuyuki Bridge, sighed, and looked at the scene in front of him: "Tell me, what went wrong here?" "Or, you kill me and let me ascend to the Throne of Heroes? Please!" Kiritsugu Emiya lit a cigarette, glanced at Artoria who was holding the Holy Spear next to him, the King's Treasure unfolded by Gilgamesh, the red spear tip extended from the Kingdom of Shadows... The hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly.