Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 103 The Strictest Father in the Holy Grail War

Even though the other party believed his script and he exceeded his goals, Locke couldn't feel happy despite these two happy things combined.

What a disgrace, utterly a disgrace! Locke, who prides himself on being a veteran actor, has already failed to keep up with the script twice, once in Tengen, and now.

Faced with Gilgamesh's fervor, Locke struggled to control his emotions and played his part, saying, "What you saw was the era before the Dark Ages, but in the end, I plunged humanity into endless suffering. This completely contradicts my original intention, and I will not allow such a future to exist."

"What's wrong with that! You'll lead humanity to fly off this planet, spreading humanity's glory throughout the galaxy! What are you worried about? The Restraint Force and human reason have no right to define your future; you've already surpassed them!"

Despite Gilgamesh's fanaticism, Locke remained steadfast in his opinion, after all, their next chapter involved abandoning their current identities.

He wants to evolve completely from a mechanical pioneer into an arcane pioneer.

"You said you've seen other possible futures for me, and I believe that if I had chosen the right path, all of this could have been avoided."

After saying that, Locke took out a gear from his hand with a dejected look: "Originally, I thought that with the power of technology, I could fulfill my dream. I did lead humanity to break free from the land beneath our feet, get rid of Alaya consciousness and Gaia, and conquer the stars with our own strength."

"But I also caused irreparable harm, the Dark Ages, and in the years that followed, humanity struggled in eternal suffering, which is not what I wanted."

Gilgamesh had a completely different, even contradictory, view of Locke's almost obsessive, womanly compassion.

In the eyes of this most ancient king who witnessed the rise and fall of human civilization over ten thousand years, only through the tempering of hardship can humanity break free from its shackles and complete a true transformation.

Even the most exquisite gemstone in the world, without being refined and polished, will never become a rare treasure that will be remembered for generations. In his opinion, Locke's idea of ​​ending suffering was nothing but a pipe dream.

However, Locke had already shown him what he was capable of, and he had reason to believe that the future Locke had already figured this out, while he was just suffering from being too young.

Therefore, in order to witness the glorious future that belongs to mankind, Gilgamesh made a choice: he decided to comfort Locke and help him understand everything.

First and foremost, he had to do everything he could to stay with Locke and gain his trust.

"Since that's the case, then I have nothing more to say. State your purpose."

Having achieved his goal, Locke was secretly pleased and said solemnly, "I want to know all the futures you have seen."

"I want to find the perfect timeline."

"Huh? Doesn't my unlovable little brother live at your house?"

Fujimura Taiga stuffed a bite of freshly toasted bread into his mouth, put his hands on his hips and swung his legs casually, winked at Matou Sakura who was standing in the entryway, and spoke with a gossipy and mischievous tone.

"Sister, I thought he'd finally come to his senses and did something indescribable with you, Sakura-chan~"

"Mr. Fujimura!"

Sakura Matou's cheeks flushed bright red instantly, even the tips of her ears turned crimson, and her fingers, gripping the edge of her apron, tightened slightly as she called out shyly.

The explosion at the Kotomine Church last night caused quite a stir, and she was restless all night, worried about Locke who might be dragged into the Holy Grail War. As soon as it was light, she rushed to the Emiya residence to ask Fujimura Taiga about Locke's whereabouts, but she didn't expect that as soon as she opened her mouth, she would be amused by her unreliable older sister's joking remark, leaving her at a loss for words.

Seeing that Matou Sakura had her head down and her ear tips were so red they were almost bleeding, Fujimura Taiga belatedly realized that his joke had gone too far.

She hurriedly waved her hands and apologized, handing over freshly poured barley tea to coax the shy girl. After finally calming Sakura down, she took her phone, walked to the entrance, and dialed Locke's private number.

"Young Miss!!!"

As soon as the call connected, Locke's men shouted respectfully, yet with a hint of nervousness, from the other end.

Startled by the shout, Fujimura Taiga immediately took the phone away from his eyes, staring at the contact name on the screen twice to make sure he hadn't dialed the wrong private number. He then frowned and asked into the microphone, "What's going on? Did my stupid little brother bring the wrong phone today? Did he do something terrible to Sakura that requires your cover-up?!"

"Mr. Fujimura!"

"I'm so sorry, Miss!"

Before Fujimura could apologize to Sakura, the voice on the other end of the phone became even more respectful, explaining, "Last night, the young master had some personal matters to attend to. This morning, after we acquired a repair shop, he left. Before leaving, he specifically instructed us repeatedly that if you, Miss, call, please make sure to confirm one thing for him—please take a look at Miss Sakura's hands and see if any strange lines have appeared."

The thought of her ridiculously intelligent younger brother, who had accurately predicted their every move, made Fujimura Taiga furious. She pouted unhappily and turned to look at Sakura's right hand hanging by her side.

On the back of the girl's right hand, a strange, patterned crimson stain suddenly appeared.

Sakura Matou followed her gaze and looked down blankly, only then realizing that, without her noticing, the "omen of omens," symbolizing her qualification as the Master of the Holy Grail War, had appeared on the back of her right hand.

"Tsk, that kid was right." Fujimura Taiga clicked his tongue, put the phone back to his ear, and asked into the microphone, "What else did my stupid little brother tell me?"

"The young master instructed that Miss Ying and the eldest young lady stay at home and wait for his return." The voice on the other end of the phone remained respectful.

"He asked us to convey his message to Miss Sakura."

"Don't worry, just wait for him at home, he will handle everything."

Even though it was just a few words over the phone, relayed by someone else, Sakura couldn't help but imagine the image of Locke saying those words himself.

He was always like that; even the most casual promise carried an undeniable certainty and gentleness. That absolute sense of security, capable of shielding her from all the storms of life, instantly shattered and dissolved all the fear she had accumulated throughout the night regarding the Holy Grail War and her worries about the people she cared about.

With her cherry-red cheeks flushed and light pink, she slowly loosened her hands, which had been clenched so tightly that her knuckles had turned slightly white.

The brass key from the Fujimura family, lying in her palm, was still damp with the thin layer of sweat from her hand. The cool metallic touch spread from her fingertips, causing her thoughts to drift uncontrollably back to ten years ago—that afternoon when Locke-senpai reached out his hand to her, pulling her back from the dark, hellish Matou family home.

"There's no need to worry anymore, it's all over."

"There's no need to worry anymore."

Deep within a high-end villa district on the outskirts of Fuyuki City, in the underground magic workshop of Atram Gariastana, the former Caster Master of this Holy Grail War, which is filled with runes and sacrificial arrays, Locke, leaning on an ornate cane, stands quietly before the "Oil King," who is slumped on the ground, his face filled with disbelief.

His Caster Mephisto precisely gripped Caster Medea's neck with one hand, while using the other to unleash vast spiritual energy, shielding all the children within the magic circle who were about to be used as materials for magical transformation into a shield of light.

Gilgamesh, standing outside the hole in the workshop, crossed his arms and coldly stared at the man on the ground with the look of someone looking at slag.

Locke slowly bent down, the metal tip of his cane gently tapping the ground in front of Atram. His compassionate face, speaking in the most merciful tone, crushed Atram's reason, leaving him with only fear: "Neither the Holy Grail War nor your life is a concern anymore."

"Because—it's all over."