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    So that's how the buildup starts, thanks Comun.
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    canon finish apo vol 3

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    Thanks a bunch Comun.

    "Yes, we can't make any careless moves now that the Eulyphis are always there."
    So Spiritual Evocation just permanently camps out in Fuyuki after the 5th war?

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    Quote Originally Posted by CO9p5JMGv!p9 View Post
    trying to hype people about the ~simuldub~ etc would be super weird if it doesn't end up being just an episode 0 for a partial adaptation. so I'll start imbibing that hopium right now.
    Quote Originally Posted by mami-kouga View Post
    Yeah for a seemingly one off episode all the attention is somewhat curious even barring the precedence with case files
    I'm also kind of suspicious of all the hype they're putting up around it. I don't remember previous New Year's specials getting this much attention, especially not so far out from airing. But maybe it's just because SF has been highly requested.

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    Quote Originally Posted by CO9p5JMGv!p9 View Post
    So Spiritual Evocation just permanently camps out in Fuyuki after the 5th war?
    Oh, I didn't even consider this would need differentiation. Eulyphis here is the family name, not the department. I guess Old Man Ruffles bought himself a beach house on the scene of Sola-Ui's death or something.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Comun View Post
    Since volume 8 in sight and OSoS still haven't returned from his war, drastic measures needed to be taken.

    Let it be known here that I fully intend to return the driver's seat to OSoS the moment he manifests again.

    Have fun.

    -----
    A lodge in the American mountains.

    A luxury lodge deep into the natural boundaries of a mountain.

    At its center, there was a conference room where a group of people distinctively not in tune with the vast greens outside gathered.

    Men and women in high-brand suits or military uniforms decorated with medals one wouldn't find in normal society. Silhouettes together in a poorly lit room.

    One man's presence and treatment clearly informed he was the highest-ranking general. He was indeed a man who didn't show his face in normal ceremonies and announcements.

    Even so, people understood who he was at first glance.

    Half of the people there, be it the ones wearing modern suits or the ones wearing military uniforms, had a mage's mindset.

    Considering this place wasn't the Clock Tower, logically some members there weren't mages or spellcasters. Some didn't even have Magic Circuits in the first place.

    Everyone in the meeting had a tense expression until a report finally put the color of relief in the participants' eyes.

    "I see. The Clock Tower really has gone soft."

    "Yes. Lord Trambelio's spokesman said he will handle the current incident as a formal negotiation, in a way no one owes anyone, be it materially or as a debt of honor."

    "Oh, that's great to hear. Our greatest advantage is being a country with minimal mage interference, but on the flip side, that also means no Lord will trust us. Naturally, we wouldn't trust any of them either."

    Numerous others voiced their agreement.

    "Not that there is any form of true trust among mages."

    "Even more so when they disregard us as mere spellcasters."

    After that quite self-derisive comment, the main general raised a comment.

    "But the Clock Tower signaled they'll turn a blind eye to this incident. All Clock Tower men already in the city agreed it's a fair compromise."

    "Are you sure it's a good idea? The mysterious disease Faldeus report about is clearly some kind of malediction, but under the current circumstances, no curse can leave the city, right?"

    "Anyone who can't escape the curses is considered unnecessary to the world of magecraft, I assume. Or perhaps the Clock Tower wants the mages in the city to be erased."

    "A conflict between factions, you say? So the stalemate between the Clock Tower's three factions continues, huh..."

    "And I hope it stays that way. Large-scale strife there would be a great opportunity for us to make a move, but the continued stalemate is still a better alternative to anything that unified the Clock Tower's policies."

    His choice of words showed how wary and afraid they were of the Clock Tower. They needed to lurk and wait for their moment to strike.

    "What did you tell the President?", the tall woman commanding the business suit half of the participants asked the military man.

    "I reported nothing. I intend to relay everything ex post facto."

    The business suit woman snorted at the general's response.

    "Are you insane? What explanation will you give him?"

    "Just tell the president that we had with emergency switches in case the ritual's magical energy goes out of control... We'll need a different cover story for the media and the other nations, but for the time being, everyone is believing the articles about the shockwaves of two clashing asteroids."

    The military man glanced at his subordinate.

    The subordinate nodded and put numerous TV programs on the conference room monitor. The news coverage in the most high-rating channels in multiple countries.

    "One country is airing cartoons!"

    "That's Japan."

    "Well, it figures, considering how minimal the direct damage was there."

    "The damage on our side wasn't just Washington. Russia was also hit, so any misunderstanding could lead to nuclear warfare."

    With a nervous grin, the suited woman looked at the monitors again.

    The vast majority of the TV shows displayed the same marks of destruction. The screen subtitles showed the words "meteorite" or "missile attack" in multiple languages.

    "What a pity...", the military dispassionately commented, looking at the images occupying half of the TV shows. A gigantic hole in the Arctic sea caps. "If only this power was something within our control, rather than Arcane power manipulated by an individual's will..."

    "Don't be stupid. The moment you think of weaponizing the Arcane, you'll get the Clock Tower and the Atlas Institute knocking at our door and then it's over. Regretfully, we're still babies when it comes to magecraft, remember? Although this could change if we incorporate ancient ones like Tine Chelc's tribe into our ranks."

    After rebuking the military man, the suited woman continued her semi-monologue.

    "This is precisely why we had to go along with Francesca's plan... To choose the route of degrading magic into magecraft. We failed this time, but from the start, we've been making plans on the scale of centuries rather than years."

    The people around her started sighing.

    "So the 1st American Holy Grail War ends in a no contest."

    "Remember how Fuyuki had 4 no contests?"

    "Maybe 5. Our investigation is still struggling to determine the outcome of the 5th one."

    "Yes, we can't make any careless moves now that the Eulyphis are always there."

    The leader of the military men raised his hand to contain the stir in the audience, then proceeded to his speech.

    "We'll cleanse the city, but before that, we'll have Francesca carry the core system of the Greater Grail away to use as the cornerstone of the next edition. Most Heroic Spirits should soon vanish once we cut off the energy resources."

    After this response, the military man checked his wristwatch and proclaimed something to all in the conference room:

    "From this moment onward, Code 983, 'Aurora Fall', is in effect."

    

    The suited woman closed her eyes in response. After opening them again, she glared at everyone present while she spoke.

    "In 48 hours, Snowfield will be 'cleansed'... I won't say this is for the country's sake. Much less that it's for justice. It's a sacrifice necessary for humanity's long-term benefits. You have no reason to feel any guilt."

    And so, it was decided that two days after the meeting, Snowfield City was going to disappear from the face of Earth.

    Along with its 8 million citizens.

    

    Why did the masterminds of the Holy Grail War make this decision?

    That was due to the events of the previous day.

    The death of a young mage named Flat Escardos, and the consequential birth of a new lifeform.


    Bridge chapter: Messara Escardos
    Long ago, there was one mage.

    Although he was below the level of the magicians, he was still a powerful and ancient mage obsessed with bizarre ideas.

    The mage's name was Messara Escardos.

    The mage built his small yet deep workshop in a place currently called Monaco. In his conversation with his magician friend and other big-name mages, a thought crossed his mind.

    It all started in a conversation with an acquaintance.

    There he heard his allegory about countless possibilities. Worlds that could have been, lined up in parallel with our world.

    It was an idea most would dismiss as simple chatter, or perhaps a fable or a joke...

    But the mage Messara found hope in his words.

    His thesis as a mage had been unclear until that moment, and there he felt assured that his brain was simply waiting for that moment to start gushing out ideas.

    Concealing one's research is a natural thought in mage society, but Messara was so flushed with excitement that he start telling other mages about his dreams and proposing everyone should do the same thing he was doing.

    The majority laughed at the stupidity of what they considered to be an impossible dream.

    Some also mentioned that what he wanted could be achieved by simply modifying someone's body, without the need to wait for such a long time.

    Considering Messara's level of proficiency, that would indeed be a viable shortcut.

    But Messara believed that his creation actualizing itself through a process of evolution was the entire point of the project.

    Two people listened to his thoughts in earnest, even if they didn't endorse them.

    One of them was the man who inspired Messara's plan: the magician who would later gain multiple epithets such as Mystical Marshall, Kaleidoscope, or Old Man of the Jewels.

    The other mage was a capricious dollmaker of peculiar descent, who would later gain multiple epithets such as Magical Castle, or Dark Lord of Finance.

    The two men had different positions in life, which lead to different experiences, but both experiences led them to realize that, although the chances were low, Messara's ambitions were possible.

    Though they didn't endorse it, perhaps because they knew perfectly well what the consequences would be.

    

    But that was enough to Messara.

    He had people in his circle who would debate his theories in earnest.

    That alone told him that staking his life was worth it. With a smile on his face, Messara dedicated his remaining years to his plan.

    No, his own life wasn't the only chip he wagered.

    He instrumentalized the blood of his descendants for the next centuries, potentially millenia.

    

    Most mages hearing this would answer "It's simply what every mage family does."

    Many families of ancient mages offer their blood for their ancestor's thesis.

    But Messara's actions didn't follow that common sense.

    When the ancient mage established the Escardos family, he set up one gimmick to further his research.

    The longer his lineage continued, the more they would lose information on the family's purpose.

    Messara couldn't trust the descendants he didn't know.

    He could predict that when the goal was close to completion, someone would try to achieve its conclusion in their own generation instead of waiting for its maturation.

    (I can't let this happen.)

    Messara rejected his descendant's passion before it came to be.

    (My creation will naturally complete itself one random day. It must. There's no point in letting out in an imperfect state. If my theories are correct, my creation will spawn naturally and take away everything the Escardos clan ever had.)

    That's what it meant to instrumentalize his descendants' blood.

    By the time that happens, his mage descendants will all be assuming that the Escardos were a family with no thesis, only a lot of history. Therefore, they would either find some new thesis that exploited their unique Magic Crest or would simply be trying to gain money and status in the world of magecraft.

    Messara Escardos feared that his glory-hounding descendants could add their modifications to their Magic Circuit's evolution system or the Magic Crest in an attempt to "become" his creation.

    To him, that would have been even worse than having the mages who laughed him off come to steal the fruits of his research once they accepted that it was possible. Not that he was expecting any kind of results in the first 1000 years.

    

    The Escardos family gradually forgot its purpose, as Messara wanted, and remained always part of the world of magecraft as an entity that did nothing.

    With no faith in his distant future descendants, he set up a mad mechanism in his own child and Magic Crest.

    The result: In what is almost a miracle, Messara Escardos completed his tightrope walk after 1800 years had passed.


    
    While Messara was still alive, he couldn't know if the day would come or not.

    At that time, he dedicated a soliloquy, not to the bloodline he was sacrificing, but to the one child in the distant future who would see it completed in their generation.

    "Oh, oh, my distant child. Man or woman of blood whose name I don't know, if you're born before the end of Human Order, I won my gamble. You have my gratitude and my apologies. You'll be considered a prodigy in your distant future of minimal Arcane. Some may shun you for that. Such is the nature I'm granting to your body. Your life won't be an easy one. And to top it off, the moment you inherit your Magic Crest... you'll be erased. Not die, be erased. Just disappear, not reaching anywhere nor being engraved into the world. But in exchange, our planet will see the birth of a new prime species. Goodbye, descendant I'll never meet. I'm sorry, and thank you."

    Where no one could hear him, Messara thanked and apologized out loud to someone who hadn't been born.

    One could say this was where he was at his least mage-like.

    

    "You're a necessary sacrifice."


    
    And after a long time, a baby was born.

    The generation he was talking about.

    Flat Escardos, the boy meant to be sacrificed to the Escardos family's ambitions.

    

    Messara Escardos ultimately won his bet.

    But he failed to predict many factors.

    The first is that the boy's parents feared him so much that they plotted to dump their Magic Crest somewhere from where it could never be retrieved.

    Flat's parents went to an underground casino famous among the mages of their region and lost everything they had on purpose, leading them to need to mortgage their Magic Crest as compensation for their gambling debt.

    Messara would have appreciated the amazing irony, as the casino was run by one of his old friends, the one known as the Dark Lord of Finance.

    But this miscalculation was trivial. In fact, Flat, with the help of his friends, took the Fem's Casa challenge and got his Crest back.

    

    The other two are factors that Messara never even came close to considering.

    One of them is that Flat Escardos's talents were even more freakish than Messara had considered.

    And the other is that the boy met someone who changed his life.

    An ordinary mage borrowing the title of a Clock Tower's Lord.

    X X

    Present day, Clock Tower

    "The Lord of Norwich is currently not accepting visitors. Please leave."

    "Oh shucks."

    Hearing the words of someone in a Department of Policies uniform, a boy dejectedly went away.

    He was the private pupil of the dollmaker Rohngall and visited the Norwich building to relay an important message to El-Melloi II.

    However, Policies members blocked the building's entrance.

    He could see a group of protesters, presumably El-Melloi II's current students, in a heated argument against a plump young man commanding a guard of homunculi.

    Seeing how all of them flocked at him instead of at the woman in kimono on the other side, he could assume that the boy was more open to conversation than her.

    Rohngall's young private pupil observed the students, impressed at how much they cared about their teacher.

    Most Clock Tower lecturers, especially Lords, were treated with more fear than respect.

    He doubted that even the notoriously friendly Lord of Creation would have students this passionate about her.

    But that made perfect sense in the boy's mind.

    Although many people from other faculties came for Norwich's lectures after El-Melloi II became its Lord, very few students were enrolled in the Department of Modern Magecraft beforehand.

    And yet, El-Melloi II's Norwich was now seen as a major force capable of upending the Clock Tower's power balance.

    The Department of Modern Magecraft is obviously not as powerful as any of the infamous Three Noble Families of the Mages Association, but the El-Melloi Classroom is said to have the weight to tip the scales on the delicate balance between the Neutral, Aristocratic, and Democratic factions.

    The boy remembered the conversation he had with his mentor a few days prior.

    ー"Werner Ceasarmund, the heir to Butterfly Magecraft. Roland Berzinsky. Org Rum. The sisters Radia Pentel and Nazica Pentel. Fezgram von Senbern. What do these names have in common?"

    He answered "They are mages who rose to Pride and Brand status in the past few years", only to be met with a shocking response from his mentor.

    ー"They're all El-Melloi Classroom students."

    Back then he already reacted with shocked silence, but after seeing Lord El-Melloi II in person, he was even more surprised at how he didn't give off the impression of someone that amazing.

    He looked nothing like a lecturer capable of producing multiple mages who would leave their mark on the Clock Tower's history, but the boy managed to convince himself that this was an act of camouflage to lower others' guards.

    "What an incredible class. Maybe I should ask Mr. Rohngall to let me attend a lecture one day..."

    He looked into Lord El-Melloi II later and found out he left numerous achievements.

    The list of students he produced alone was already enough of a medal. It countained the names of several mages the young boy took as inspiration.

    Svin Glascheit, the talented Beast Mage who reached the rank Pride still during his school years.

    Yvette L. Lehrman, the mad genius who polished gemstones into high-end Mystic Eyes closely comparable to natural ones.

    Caules Forvedge, the distinguished Electricity Mage who handled lightning as if it were part of himself.

    Mary Lil Fargo, the shooting star of the Department of Astromancy, who made a name for herself by producing a whole new theory for her family in a single generation.

    Sajou Ayaka, who didn't stay enrolled in the Classroom for too long, but nonetheless made notorious use of her mixed talents in the Department of Botany.

    "And then there's... No, I wouldn't want these two as role models..."

    He recalled a pair of female mages more infamous than famous. The boy was once a victim of one of the disasters caused by this duo, so he chose to forget the two ladies nicknamed Kischur's Nightmares.

    

    And then, the boy remembered one last name.

    Flat Escardos, the oldest student in the current El-Melloi Classroom. The one currently participating in the Holy Grail War in the United States. A previous topic of discussion.

    He once asked his mentor Rohngall about this genius known as The Unwanted Blessing.

    After a moment of sullen silence, Rohngall confirmed that no one was around and started speaking.

    ー"Keep your distance from it if you can help it. One time, it requested me to build a doll in its image. I ultimately refused, but I had my interest in The Unwanted Blessing's Magic Circuits. Looking into them, I noticed something... Lord El-Melloi must have also noticed, and so must have the genius dollmaker that once called it interesting... The child itself was already something akin to a doll created to be something's receptacle. I'm morbidly curious to know what the Escardos ancestors intended to insert in it."
    Thank you Comun, I could kiss you for thid

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    Quote Originally Posted by Comun View Post
    Since volume 8 in sight and OSoS still haven't returned from his war, drastic measures needed to be taken.

    Let it be known here that I fully intend to return the driver's seat to OSoS the moment he manifests again.

    Have fun.

    -----
    A lodge in the American mountains.

    A luxury lodge deep into the natural boundaries of a mountain.

    At its center, there was a conference room where a group of people distinctively not in tune with the vast greens outside gathered.

    Men and women in high-brand suits or military uniforms decorated with medals one wouldn't find in normal society. Silhouettes together in a poorly lit room.

    One man's presence and treatment clearly informed he was the highest-ranking general. He was indeed a man who didn't show his face in normal ceremonies and announcements.

    Even so, people understood who he was at first glance.

    Half of the people there, be it the ones wearing modern suits or the ones wearing military uniforms, had a mage's mindset.

    Considering this place wasn't the Clock Tower, logically some members there weren't mages or spellcasters. Some didn't even have Magic Circuits in the first place.

    Everyone in the meeting had a tense expression until a report finally put the color of relief in the participants' eyes.

    "I see. The Clock Tower really has gone soft."

    "Yes. Lord Trambelio's spokesman said he will handle the current incident as a formal negotiation, in a way no one owes anyone, be it materially or as a debt of honor."

    "Oh, that's great to hear. Our greatest advantage is being a country with minimal mage interference, but on the flip side, that also means no Lord will trust us. Naturally, we wouldn't trust any of them either."

    Numerous others voiced their agreement.

    "Not that there is any form of true trust among mages."

    "Even more so when they disregard us as mere spellcasters."

    After that quite self-derisive comment, the main general raised a comment.

    "But the Clock Tower signaled they'll turn a blind eye to this incident. All Clock Tower men already in the city agreed it's a fair compromise."

    "Are you sure it's a good idea? The mysterious disease Faldeus report about is clearly some kind of malediction, but under the current circumstances, no curse can leave the city, right?"

    "Anyone who can't escape the curses is considered unnecessary to the world of magecraft, I assume. Or perhaps the Clock Tower wants the mages in the city to be erased."

    "A conflict between factions, you say? So the stalemate between the Clock Tower's three factions continues, huh..."

    "And I hope it stays that way. Large-scale strife there would be a great opportunity for us to make a move, but the continued stalemate is still a better alternative to anything that unified the Clock Tower's policies."

    His choice of words showed how wary and afraid they were of the Clock Tower. They needed to lurk and wait for their moment to strike.

    "What did you tell the President?", the tall woman commanding the business suit half of the participants asked the military man.

    "I reported nothing. I intend to relay everything ex post facto."

    The business suit woman snorted at the general's response.

    "Are you insane? What explanation will you give him?"

    "Just tell the president that we had with emergency switches in case the ritual's magical energy goes out of control... We'll need a different cover story for the media and the other nations, but for the time being, everyone is believing the articles about the shockwaves of two clashing asteroids."

    The military man glanced at his subordinate.

    The subordinate nodded and put numerous TV programs on the conference room monitor. The news coverage in the most high-rating channels in multiple countries.

    "One country is airing cartoons!"

    "That's Japan."

    "Well, it figures, considering how minimal the direct damage was there."

    "The damage on our side wasn't just Washington. Russia was also hit, so any misunderstanding could lead to nuclear warfare."

    With a nervous grin, the suited woman looked at the monitors again.

    The vast majority of the TV shows displayed the same marks of destruction. The screen subtitles showed the words "meteorite" or "missile attack" in multiple languages.

    "What a pity...", the military dispassionately commented, looking at the images occupying half of the TV shows. A gigantic hole in the Arctic sea caps. "If only this power was something within our control, rather than Arcane power manipulated by an individual's will..."

    "Don't be stupid. The moment you think of weaponizing the Arcane, you'll get the Clock Tower and the Atlas Institute knocking at our door and then it's over. Regretfully, we're still babies when it comes to magecraft, remember? Although this could change if we incorporate ancient ones like Tine Chelc's tribe into our ranks."

    After rebuking the military man, the suited woman continued her semi-monologue.

    "This is precisely why we had to go along with Francesca's plan... To choose the route of degrading magic into magecraft. We failed this time, but from the start, we've been making plans on the scale of centuries rather than years."

    The people around her started sighing.

    "So the 1st American Holy Grail War ends in a no contest."

    "Remember how Fuyuki had 4 no contests?"

    "Maybe 5. Our investigation is still struggling to determine the outcome of the 5th one."

    "Yes, we can't make any careless moves now that the Eulyphis are always there."

    The leader of the military men raised his hand to contain the stir in the audience, then proceeded to his speech.

    "We'll cleanse the city, but before that, we'll have Francesca carry the core system of the Greater Grail away to use as the cornerstone of the next edition. Most Heroic Spirits should soon vanish once we cut off the energy resources."

    After this response, the military man checked his wristwatch and proclaimed something to all in the conference room:

    "From this moment onward, Code 983, 'Aurora Fall', is in effect."

    

    The suited woman closed her eyes in response. After opening them again, she glared at everyone present while she spoke.

    "In 48 hours, Snowfield will be 'cleansed'... I won't say this is for the country's sake. Much less that it's for justice. It's a sacrifice necessary for humanity's long-term benefits. You have no reason to feel any guilt."

    And so, it was decided that two days after the meeting, Snowfield City was going to disappear from the face of Earth.

    Along with its 800 thousand citizens.

    

    Why did the masterminds of the Holy Grail War make this decision?

    That was due to the events of the previous day.

    The death of a young mage named Flat Escardos, and the consequential birth of a new lifeform.


    Bridge chapter: Messara Escardos
    Long ago, there was one mage.

    Although he was below the level of the magicians, he was still a powerful and ancient mage obsessed with bizarre ideas.

    The mage's name was Messara Escardos.

    The mage built his small yet deep workshop in a place currently called Monaco. In his conversation with his magician friend and other big-name mages, a thought crossed his mind.

    It all started in a conversation with an acquaintance.

    There he heard his allegory about countless possibilities. Worlds that could have been, lined up in parallel with our world.

    It was an idea most would dismiss as simple chatter, or perhaps a fable or a joke...

    But the mage Messara found hope in his words.

    His thesis as a mage had been unclear until that moment, and there he felt assured that his brain was simply waiting for that moment to start gushing out ideas.

    Concealing one's research is a natural thought in mage society, but Messara was so flushed with excitement that he start telling other mages about his dreams and proposing everyone should do the same thing he was doing.

    The majority laughed at the stupidity of what they considered to be an impossible dream.

    Some also mentioned that what he wanted could be achieved by simply modifying someone's body, without the need to wait for such a long time.

    Considering Messara's level of proficiency, that would indeed be a viable shortcut.

    But Messara believed that his creation actualizing itself through a process of evolution was the entire point of the project.

    Two people listened to his thoughts in earnest, even if they didn't endorse them.

    One of them was the man who inspired Messara's plan: the magician who would later gain multiple epithets such as Mystical Marshall, Kaleidoscope, or Old Man of the Jewels.

    The other mage was a capricious dollmaker of peculiar descent, who would later gain multiple epithets such as Magical Castle, or Dark Lord of Finance.

    The two men had different positions in life, which lead to different experiences, but both experiences led them to realize that, although the chances were low, Messara's ambitions were possible.

    Though they didn't endorse it, perhaps because they knew perfectly well what the consequences would be.

    

    But that was enough to Messara.

    He had people in his circle who would debate his theories in earnest.

    That alone told him that staking his life was worth it. With a smile on his face, Messara dedicated his remaining years to his plan.

    No, his own life wasn't the only chip he wagered.

    He instrumentalized the blood of his descendants for the next centuries, potentially millenia.

    

    Most mages hearing this would answer "It's simply what every mage family does."

    Many families of ancient mages offer their blood for their ancestor's thesis.

    But Messara's actions didn't follow that common sense.

    When the ancient mage established the Escardos family, he set up one gimmick to further his research.

    The longer his lineage continued, the more they would lose information on the family's purpose.

    Messara couldn't trust the descendants he didn't know.

    He could predict that when the goal was close to completion, someone would try to achieve its conclusion in their own generation instead of waiting for its maturation.

    (I can't let this happen.)

    Messara rejected his descendant's passion before it came to be.

    (My creation will naturally complete itself one random day. It must. There's no point in letting out in an imperfect state. If my theories are correct, my creation will spawn naturally and take away everything the Escardos clan ever had.)

    That's what it meant to instrumentalize his descendants' blood.

    By the time that happens, his mage descendants will all be assuming that the Escardos were a family with no thesis, only a lot of history. Therefore, they would either find some new thesis that exploited their unique Magic Crest or would simply be trying to gain money and status in the world of magecraft.

    Messara Escardos feared that his glory-hounding descendants could add their modifications to their Magic Circuit's evolution system or the Magic Crest in an attempt to "become" his creation.

    To him, that would have been even worse than having the mages who laughed him off come to steal the fruits of his research once they accepted that it was possible. Not that he was expecting any kind of results in the first 1000 years.

    

    The Escardos family gradually forgot its purpose, as Messara wanted, and remained always part of the world of magecraft as an entity that did nothing.

    With no faith in his distant future descendants, he set up a mad mechanism in his own child and Magic Crest.

    The result: In what is almost a miracle, Messara Escardos completed his tightrope walk after 1800 years had passed.


    
    While Messara was still alive, he couldn't know if the day would come or not.

    At that time, he dedicated a soliloquy, not to the bloodline he was sacrificing, but to the one child in the distant future who would see it completed in their generation.

    "Oh, oh, my distant child. Man or woman of blood whose name I don't know, if you're born before the end of Human Order, I won my gamble. You have my gratitude and my apologies. You'll be considered a prodigy in your distant future of minimal Arcane. Some may shun you for that. Such is the nature I'm granting to your body. Your life won't be an easy one. And to top it off, the moment you inherit your Magic Crest... you'll be erased. Not die, be erased. Just disappear, not reaching anywhere nor being engraved into the world. But in exchange, our planet will see the birth of a new prime species. Goodbye, descendant I'll never meet. I'm sorry, and thank you."

    Where no one could hear him, Messara thanked and apologized out loud to someone who hadn't been born.

    One could say this was where he was at his least mage-like.

    

    "You're a necessary sacrifice."


    
    And after a long time, a baby was born.

    The generation he was talking about.

    Flat Escardos, the boy meant to be sacrificed to the Escardos family's ambitions.

    

    Messara Escardos ultimately won his bet.

    But he failed to predict many factors.

    The first is that the boy's parents feared him so much that they plotted to dump their Magic Crest somewhere from where it could never be retrieved.

    Flat's parents went to an underground casino famous among the mages of their region and lost everything they had on purpose, leading them to need to mortgage their Magic Crest as compensation for their gambling debt.

    Messara would have appreciated the amazing irony, as the casino was run by one of his old friends, the one known as the Dark Lord of Finance.

    But this miscalculation was trivial. In fact, Flat, with the help of his friends, took the Fem's Casa challenge and got his Crest back.

    

    The other two are factors that Messara never even came close to considering.

    One of them is that Flat Escardos's talents were even more freakish than Messara had considered.

    And the other is that the boy met someone who changed his life.

    An ordinary mage borrowing the title of a Clock Tower's Lord.

    X X

    Present day, Clock Tower

    "The Lord of Norwich is currently not accepting visitors. Please leave."

    "Oh shucks."

    Hearing the words of someone in a Department of Policies uniform, a boy dejectedly went away.

    He was the private pupil of the dollmaker Rohngall and visited the Norwich building to relay an important message to El-Melloi II.

    However, Policies members blocked the building's entrance.

    He could see a group of protesters, presumably El-Melloi II's current students, in a heated argument against a plump young man commanding a guard of homunculi.

    Seeing how all of them flocked at him instead of at the woman in kimono on the other side, he could assume that the boy was more open to conversation than her.

    Rohngall's young private pupil observed the students, impressed at how much they cared about their teacher.

    Most Clock Tower lecturers, especially Lords, were treated with more fear than respect.

    He doubted that even the notoriously friendly Lord of Creation would have students this passionate about her.

    But that made perfect sense in the boy's mind.

    Although many people from other faculties came for Norwich's lectures after El-Melloi II became its Lord, very few students were enrolled in the Department of Modern Magecraft beforehand.

    And yet, El-Melloi II's Norwich was now seen as a major force capable of upending the Clock Tower's power balance.

    The Department of Modern Magecraft is obviously not as powerful as any of the infamous Three Noble Families of the Mages Association, but the El-Melloi Classroom is said to have the weight to tip the scales on the delicate balance between the Neutral, Aristocratic, and Democratic factions.

    The boy remembered the conversation he had with his mentor a few days prior.

    ー"Werner Ceasarmund, the heir to Butterfly Magecraft. Roland Berzinsky. Org Rum. The sisters Radia Pentel and Nazica Pentel. Fezgram von Senbern. What do these names have in common?"

    He answered "They are mages who rose to Pride and Brand status in the past few years", only to be met with a shocking response from his mentor.

    ー"They're all El-Melloi Classroom students."

    Back then he already reacted with shocked silence, but after seeing Lord El-Melloi II in person, he was even more surprised at how he didn't give off the impression of someone that amazing.

    He looked nothing like a lecturer capable of producing multiple mages who would leave their mark on the Clock Tower's history, but the boy managed to convince himself that this was an act of camouflage to lower others' guards.

    "What an incredible class. Maybe I should ask Mr. Rohngall to let me attend a lecture one day..."

    He looked into Lord El-Melloi II later and found out he left numerous achievements.

    The list of students he produced alone was already enough of a medal. It countained the names of several mages the young boy took as inspiration.

    Svin Glascheit, the talented Beast Mage who reached the rank Pride still during his school years.

    Yvette L. Lehrman, the mad genius who polished gemstones into high-end Mystic Eyes closely comparable to natural ones.

    Caules Forvedge, the distinguished Electricity Mage who handled lightning as if it were part of himself.

    Mary Lil Fargo, the shooting star of the Department of Astromancy, who made a name for herself by producing a whole new theory for her family in a single generation.

    Sajou Ayaka, who didn't stay enrolled in the Classroom for too long, but nonetheless made notorious use of her mixed talents in the Department of Botany.

    "And then there's... No, I wouldn't want these two as role models..."

    He recalled a pair of female mages more infamous than famous. The boy was once a victim of one of the disasters caused by this duo, so he chose to forget the two ladies nicknamed Kischur's Nightmares.

    

    And then, the boy remembered one last name.

    Flat Escardos, the oldest student in the current El-Melloi Classroom. The one currently participating in the Holy Grail War in the United States. A previous topic of discussion.

    He once asked his mentor Rohngall about this genius known as The Unwanted Blessing.

    After a moment of sullen silence, Rohngall confirmed that no one was around and started speaking.

    ー"Keep your distance from it if you can help it. One time, it requested me to build a doll in its image. I ultimately refused, but I had my interest in The Unwanted Blessing's Magic Circuits. Looking into them, I noticed something... Lord El-Melloi must have also noticed, and so must have the genius dollmaker that once called it interesting... The child itself was already something akin to a doll created to be something's receptacle. I'm morbidly curious to know what the Escardos ancestors intended to insert in it."
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    trying to parse one part

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    are they saying that clocktower could defeat the entirety of the us military, the country? a part of the us military the us magi stuff or referring to the snowfield stuff
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    I find it hard to believe that the entire Clocktower could defeat a small child.

    Like, they've got power, but they're so petty and jealous and whatnot.
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    Quote Originally Posted by asterism42 View Post
    I find it hard to believe that the entire Clocktower could defeat a small child.

    Like, they've got power, but they're so petty and jealous and whatnot.
    This is true, but I imagine they're talking more in broad stats than personality. Like half the mages we know wouldn't want to fight anybody if not necessary, whereas Luvia and Rin could take out half the U.S. while fighting each other.
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    Quote Originally Posted by asterism42 View Post
    I find it hard to believe that the entire Clocktower could defeat a small child.

    Like, they've got power, but they're so petty and jealous and whatnot.
    I mean, that's the entire point of what the masterminds are talking about in that chapter. The Clocktower has the power to completely stomp them but what stops them is their internal factions conflicts (currently on a stalemate), so the masterminds are capitalizing on that to further their plans.
    Maybe here's where the El-Melloi Classroom will come into play, we are reminded so many times they have the power to tip the scales of the Clocktower's conflicts, maybe Policies is waiting for them to annihilate the masterminds so they don't have to move a finger (sounds like a plan Adashino would come up to).

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    Here's the first out of what I believe will be 3 updates for chapter 21. This one contains everything that comes before our new friend's intro scene. Enjoy the buildup.

    Chapter 21: Beings shaped in man's image (part 1)
    Those who saw the creature or learned of its existence by detecting its magical energy reacted in several different manners.

    However, while some considered it a problem that could be saved for later, none of them could completely ignore it.

    They realized something "extraneous" brought to the land.

    Something equal in rank to a Heroic Spirit manifested.

    

    The team closest to it at the moment of its birth was Saber Richard the Lionheart and his Master Ayaka.

    "A-aaaaah... No... NO..."

    In face of the brutality she just witnessed, Ayaka fell to her knees, covering her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at the blown head of the young man's corpse.

    "..."

    While Ayaka screamed in rejection of that reality, a different emotion welled up in her heart.

    (It happened again. Someone died because I stood there doing nothing. Again.)

    She felt this emotion akin to resignation, and the fretfulness and fear that formed to hide that under.

    When confronted with the fact that the man she just met suddenly died before her eyes, she was assailed by several different emotions. So many that another version of herself showed up as a mental defense reaction to get her to calm down.

    (Tell me, why was he killed?)
    (He seemed like he knew me... But I don't know him.)
    (Wouldn't that because I am a Master.)
    (Then you mean he's also a Master? That's why he was killed?)
    (In that case, who is the next target?)

    "...!"

    Having immediately understood the situation, Ayaka raised her head and tried to stand up.

    She was still startled and unable to put strength in her legs. The shiver in her spine consumed all other sensations.

    Before she noticed it, Saber was embracing her.

    

    He carried her straight to a nearby building. Inside, he placed Ayaka back on the ground, at a spot that wouldn't be visible from any of the surrounding buildings.

    "Ayaka. Are you alright?"

    "...!"

    (Right. Now is not the time to be shaking.)

    "Yeah, thank you."

    What stopped her trembling was her memory of the contract she formalized with Saber.

    ー"Answer me. Are you my Master?"

    She had answered Saber's question.

    Not with the formal response nor with anything clever.

    Just a nod.

    She simply moved her chin down. No other gesture could have been simpler. And yet, the amount of resolve contained in this gesture made it feel like the first time she took action in her life, as far as she could remember.

    (Becoming a Master was a path I chose of my own will.)

    With this reconfirmation, she regained the resolve she had at the moment of her choice.

    Her shaking stopped and her loaded scream sunk back to the depths of her throat.

    She still didn't have any clear idea of what the relationship between a Master and a Servant was like, but she knew that her whining about how she was an outsider roped into the conflict wouldn't cut it anymore.

    She figured out that she wouldn't be able to escape the spiral of fate no matter what.

    She would be pressured into making a choice, whether she wanted it or not. Her life was being targeted by someone she couldn't reason with.

    But she wasn't alone.

    If she let herself be crushed without a fight, Saber would be dust.

    (I can't let that happen. I haven't repaid anything I owe to this King... No, this isn't about owing him. I'm doing what I want because I want it.)

    She was thrown into a life-staking battle when she couldn't find a solid answer to the question of "why am I alive?".

    If she wanted to surmount her grievances, if she wanted to walk side by side with Saber, this uninhibited busybody who was nothing like her, she couldn't run away screaming.

    Her whole body regained strength as her blood started circulating again and she recovered her lost sensations.

    She didn't know if this stir all over her body was that "magical energy" she heard so much of or pure bravado.

    (Besides... It's not the first time someone I know dies before my eyes...)

    After that out-of-place self-derisive thought, she was hit with confusion.

    (Wait...? Who died the first time again...? No, now is not the time to think about it.)

    A stir formed in Ayaka's heart, but she didn't give it enough attention that it would prevent her from standing up.

    And then she assessed her situation to plan the next step.

    "..."

    A tragedy occurred less than a minute ago. Flashbacks to the color and smell of the blood left her nauseated, but she pushed it back down and questioned Saber about the situation.

    "What happened?"

    "A sniper attack. We're surrounded by numerous shooters. Normal bullets don't work on us Heroic Spirits, so they'll be aiming for Masters."

    "Huh? You mean... that wasn't a Heroic Spirit attack? It was all guns?"

    Ayaka gulped and ran her eyes across her surroundings.

    She didn't think she would find any assailants, much less the snipers, but she couldn't go without checking.

    "The guy who talked me is..."

    The Holy Grail War was a bloodshed without rules. She could believe that enemies would attack in broad daylight in a populated district.

    Saber told her about the spirit of arcane concealment, but the same Saber responding to a TV interview didn't make it look like this law was taken seriously. The intensity of the battle in front of the hospital told her everything she needed to know about the safety of the masses in the city.

    "I see... If they kill people with normal guns, that would even touch that arcane concealment thing."

    "That's the idea. There should be a precedent set for that in past Holy Grail Wars. Well, any mage prioritizing efficiency would endorse that thought. And that's why you need a Servant."

    She knew the city was ridden with armed mercenaries due to Sigma and the group surveilling the mansion in the marsh. In any other situation, John's squad of policemen with swords and spears would be a more concerning image, but when the firearms are trained on her, who can blame her for not thinking anywhere was safe?

    With a chill running down her spine, Ayaka questioned Saber.

    "So, they could blow this whole building up with a bomb if that's what it takes?"

    "Perhaps. If killing was all that mattered, modern science has those missiles and chemical weapons to do the job. But one reason not to use them is their potential to destroy the city's ritualistic foundations. In other words, if the enemy didn't mind botching the ritual, they could blow a hydrogen bomb on the city and call it a day. This means they're trying to win the ritual and, well, even then, one or two buildings is not enough of a loss to get them to think twice."

    After this whole preamble, Saber looked at Ayaka with a quite serious expression to deliver the final part.

    "A colosseum full of people would be not a big deal for them."

    "Gh... This is a literal war."

    With a snide comment to lighten the burden of reality, Ayaka calmed down her mind and asked Saber the next question.

    "Do you know what happened to his body?"

    The boy knew something about her. More precisely, he knew about Sajou Ayaka, a girl with the same name and face as her.

    In a mix of a wish for any crumbles of information she could get and the guilt from potentially getting the boy shot because he came to see her, Ayaka wanted to at least learn his name.

    But with a sullen expression, Saber shifted his attention to the entrance he came from.

    "? What's wrong?"

    "Nothing... I was curious about the same thing, actually... Loxley told me the boy got up after the shots..."

    "What...?"

    Loxley was the name of one of the companions Saber carried as part of his Noble Phantasm.

    He received a telepathic report, but Ayaka couldn't understand the meaning behind it.

    "Huh, but he got shot in the head... Did he survive? Don't tell me magecraft can do that?"

    "I can make quite a few guesses... provided I was right in assuming he wasn't a Heroic Spirit."

    Saber listed his hypothesis, raising one finger at a time to count them.

    "The first is that an illusion or a familiar took the bullets instead of him. That is possible, but if it's true, there's no point in him getting up immediately. The second is that he used the power of magecraft to revive his blown head... In the words of advisers more well-versed in magecraft, it'd take a considerably powerful Magic Crest or an arcanum close to magic, but it's not impossible to bring someone nominally 'back from the dead'. Let's keep this one in mind for later. Third. He's something other than a person. Perhaps a high-level vampire or elemental, a mythical being from the Inner Sea of the Planet, or a Foreigner from beyond the stars. If that's the case, things won't be pretty."

    "How bad are we talking here?"

    "His presence would be a bigger concern than the arcane concealment. Non-humans care about toppling a human city as much we would care about toppling a sand castle."

    Saber had a complex expression, mixing drive and excitement with fear and curiosity as he was reminded of "something" he saw in the past.

    But receiving a further report, he turned to Ayaka with a stern expression.

    "The boy's shooters were... already eliminated."

    "What do you mean, eliminated?"

    Ayaka knew exactly what the word meant, but the situation was hard to swallow.

    "Ayaka, what's our plan? I personally would like to continue the battle, but without knowing if he's an enemy or an ally, I recommend prioritizing your safety. You're still fine in terms of magical energy, but your mental exhaustion could hamper our continued battle capabilities."

    Saber's instincts let him pull through multiple battlefields and family conspiracy.

    And those instincts were telling that the presence outside the building was more dangerous than the average Heroic Spirit.

    

    "It's possible this building will already be flattened by the time we decide if he's an enemy or an ally."

    X X

    The ones standing second closest to the incident were the policemen who returned from the Reality Marble together with Ayaka.

    A few minutes earlier.

    John and Vera heard the air razing and the asphalt shattering, and immediately realized it was a sniper attack.

    They looked around and found Flat bleeding from the chest not too far away from them.

    Next, they saw the moment Flat's head burst. Without waiting for Vera's orders, the group hid behind the nearby cars and buildings.

    "What about Ayaka Sajou? Oh, it's fine, Saber will protect her."

    John worried about Ayaka since she was a civilian but to his relief, he saw Saber carrying her away, raising walls of water along the way. At the same time, indescribable anger and sorrow dominated his brain.

    (Shit, why Flat Escardos... Who did this?! Another Master?!)

    His first suspect for the sniper was a member of the Scladio Family, Bazdilot Cordelion's team.

    But they were on Central Avenue.

    Not only it's blocked off to prevent attacks on the police, but it's also directly under the jurisdiction of the Grail War's management.

    (It couldn't be someone from management, could it? Does the Chief know anything?)

    Some of his teammates had the long-range Noble Phantasm necessary to be the sniper, but what he saw looked more like a physical shot from a regular gun than a Noble Phantasm.

    (Then who did this?)

    He couldn't take his time to speculate.

    Vera was trying to call the chief, but the situation changed again before she could.

    

    They saw movement close to their ally's destroyed head.

    An eldritch monster was born next to Flat Escardos, almost ridding everyone who saw it of their sanity, and jumped to the nearby buildings.

    It was Heroic Spirit Jack the Ripper's last stand.

    However, the Heroic Spirit let his emotions get the better of him and overexerted his power, crumbling to light dust before he could reach the building's rooftop.

    His magical energy path was severed, so he couldn't maintain his form.

    They didn't know if he was completely terminated or forced into spirit form.

    Either way, with his Master dead, he was bound to die out unless he formed a new contract.

    John's team only had one brief conversation with the boy in the church, but that alone gave them enough of an understanding of who Flat Escardos was.

    His personality was not like a mage's, but it was far from an ordinary person's either. Regardless, they understood that he was not a bad guy.

    Another factor to consider is that, although they were a group of mages, their unique position as magecraft-practicing police officers gave them values very separate from the Clock Tower norm.

    ー"You are justice."

    That's what their Chief declared when the Holy Grail War started. Those words circulated their bodies like blessings and curses.

    That made it difficult for them to accept the sight of their ally, a very young man, losing his life like it was nothing.

    The members of Clan Calatin had the resolve to put down the child Kuruoka Tsubaki if that was what justice demanded but when this brutal murder happened without giving them time to gather any form of resolve, they were furious.

    Except said fury turned into confusion the next second.

    

    "What...?"

    John wasn't the only one to say it.

    Vera opened her eyes wide and hung up her call before connecting with the Chief.

    The other policemen also reacted with a varied range of bewilderment.

    After all, when it looked like Flat Escardos's head was blown off, his body was encased in shadow, only to stand up the next second, with its lost head recovered.

    For an instant, they were reminded of the "mud" worn by the bowman they fought, but they knew it was something else.

    The "mud" they saw was a dark red that burned all to cinders. And the Kuruoka Tsubaki Servant that swallowed them later was a chilly gloom that dragged all inside it.

    In contrast, what enveloped Flat was a perfect hollow.

    A pure jet-black, seemingly sucking all light in. This black started converging to the bullet holes in Flat's abdomen until a person appeared deep in the hollow's interior.

    Upon processing the image of the individual inside the hollow, many policemen screamed. Even John and Vera were covered in cold sweat.

    They knew that wasn't Flat Escardos.

    That it wasn't even human.

    X X


    The highest floor of Crystal Hill

    Tine Chelc could feel the creature's birth. She mistakenly assumed the sensation was poison being poured all over her body, but despite this misunderstanding, she didn't slow down the magecraft preserving her Servant, Gilgamesh's body.

    That's because she knew that if she lost focus for one instant, the Saint Graph body in front of her would crumble.

    She kept hearing confused voices from her tribe subordinates gathered at the window to see what was happening outside.

    Regardless, Tine wouldn't move.

    Next, her subordinates' voices were filled with fear and panic.

    "What's that?"

    "A monster."

    They exchanged dubious words across the suite room.

    Despite the numerous yells, all too vague to be the words of mages, she didn't think her subordinates went crazy.

    Her magecraft drew energy from the land's dragonvein.

    Therefore, she had a clear feel for what was happening.

    Something not of this world was born on the land.

    It was the advent of something beyond reason, with a power that wasn't that of a mage or a Heroic Spirit.

    However, aware of all that, she didn't take her hands off her magecraft.

    This signified that what was happening was simply trivial to her.

    While she poured her magical energy, she continuously questioned her own way of life.

    What did she lack?

    What must she do?

    Who is Tine Chelc?

    The regretful girl searched for answers.

    Gilgamesh.

    What would make her worthy of being this exceptional Heroic Spirit's Master?

    What would make her worthy of being the great Hero King's subject?

    X X

    West Snowfield, forest region

    "..."

    The one inhabiting Filia's body turned around, letting her silver hair flutter beautiful like a winter lake's surface.

    She looked in the city's direction. Haruri, Berserker Huwawa's Master, asked her about it.

    "What happened?"

    "Hm, nothing huge."

    She tried to say it casually but just hearing her words already agitated the magical energy in Haruri's body.

    She was looking at a homunculus hosting a Saint Graph claimed to be Uruk's god of fertility Ishtar.

    To be more exact, the personality in her body was a "blessing" the goddess Ishtar left in the world, but those details made no difference to Haruri. Talking to her was the same as talking to Ishtar's Divine Spirit.

    Without paying much attention to Haruri, the homunculus possessed by the Divine Spirit's echo looked at the tall Crystal Hill at the center of the city and let out an intrigued mutter.

    "Heh. So this kind of thing can be born even in this era."

    "?"

    "Well, whatever. For now, I still don't need to decide if I should bless its birth or eliminate it. Getting things ready for Gugalanna's arrival is the bigger priority! It's boring work, but I can't go back on my word after I declared to him that I wouldn't lay a finger on the two before we were together."

    The Divine-possessed was interested, but changed subjects, indicating she would deal with it later.

    Her words puzzled Haruri.

    ("The two"? She probably means those two people she mentioned a while ago as "the causes of her manifestation in this place". And I think I already saw one of them, that Archer in golden armor from the battle in front of the hospital. But Huwawa already killed the Archer. What does she mean by "not laying a finger on the two" when she already got rid of one? I can't understand the mind of a Divine Spirit. Is she glitching, or...)

    "That's a pretty nice land. It's going to waste with that bunch of junk on it, so I gotta show how to use it more effectively!"

    Her next words sounded like a joke, but the Divine Spirit voice being used to deliver them shifted the tone to that of a divine message being relayed through an Oracle.

    "I'm gonna make this land into the new Mount Ebih!"

    "Excuse me?"

    Haruri couldn't help blurting out a reaction despite Fillia/Ishtar's overwhelmingly arcane voice.

    (Mount Ebih... like the Jabal Hamrin from the Zagros Mountains? The one goddess Ishtar destroyed in Enheduanna's epics?)

    In response to Haruri's confusion, the beautiful homunculus showed a smile loaded with divinity, containing a charm the common people were unable to resist.

    It was her way of emphasizing she was not joking.

    "I'm going to build a temple here before my boy Gugalanna arrives... I'm counting on your help!"

    X X

    Snowfield's industrial district, meat factory

    "..."

    A meat factory is being used as a workshop for Bazdilot's team.

    Large chunks of it were destroyed by Haruri's Berserker Servant and patched together by Prelati's illusions, but the process to restore its functionality without illusions made a lot of progress in the past 24 hours.

    During it, the Archer in spirit form, known as Alcides, manifested in front of Bazdilot, who was amidst the process of absorbing magical crystals to interact with the Mud.

    "What?", Bazdilot kept his question at the minimal word count.

    "The mage who outwitted me... The man probably from a land related to me, he seems to have flipped inside-out."

    "Is that a problem?"

    "I won't know until I see it. But judging by the quality of his presence... he might be one, not for us but for humanity."

    Bazdilot responded to Alcides's dispassionate words without slowing down his procedure or even looking in his Servant's direction.

    "Then do what you think is necessary."

    After giving an equally dispassionate answer, Bazdilot regurgitated his magical energy and emotions to the interior of the rampaging Mud trying to corrode him from the inside.

    It was as if he was trying to raise this pack of human malice as a cherished son.

    "The enemy of our enemy isn't always our friend, but the more failures we can exploit, the better."

    X X


    North Snowfield, strath

    "Are you okay, Master?", said Rider Hippolyte in a concerned tone.

    Through the magical energy link that connects Masters and Servants, she could feel her Master intensely unsettled.

    She didn't ask why.

    That was because she already had a pretty good idea of their reason.

    A natural workshop was built by altering the very land and space in part of the ravine.

    Inside it, one could see a broad image of what was happening outside. Nonetheless, the space was sheltered from all external interference, as it was highly removed from the world.

    While she was impressed by how advanced the technique was, Hippolyte braced herself and focused her attention on the cause of her Master's disarray: the otherworldly presence that appeared in the city.

    "I can go whenever you're ready. I'm here as a Servant, but even if I were here as the queen of the Amazons, I still wouldn't hesitate to risk my life for the sake of a friend and equal."

    "Oh, I'm fine... Sorry for worrying you, Rider."

    Deep inside the workshop, a young man's voice reverbed.

    Hippolyte believed his words and didn't pry any further.

    Her Master was trustworthy.

    There was one thing she was sure about, as a Servant, as the queen of the Amazons, and as Hippolyte the individual: she was lucky to have what was probably the best Master in this Grail War.

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    One, Im sad for ayaka, because this brings back her memories from her past as Person A.Blaming herself for someone else's death, but it is crazy to see that this new lifeform is on par with servants. The Police will always have my respect, because they were actually upset and angry about Flat getting riddled. Poor Jack though. He may disappear soon sadly. Also, it seems like ishtar and alcides are seemingly indifferent about the new lifeform

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    Ishtar sounds peppier and more casual than I remember.
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    Remember that FGO!Ishtar's personality is influenced quite heavily by Rin
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    He's just putting the bone of his sword into other people until it explodes and lets out parts of him inside them.
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    Genderswaps are terrible, but I think I and other people would hate them less if Fate didn't keep ignoring actual heroines throughout history and folklore. Like, why bother turning Francis Drake into a woman when Ching Shih and Grace O'Malley exist?
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    Fate Zero is just Fate Stay Night for people who think Shirou is too girly

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    I think Raff means compared to her previous appearances in SF. I assume it's just a result of different translators.

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