Lu Mingfei is transforming into the final boss.

All of this was the work of that dead apostle, Jesta, who plotted this conspiracy after being defeated by the church priests that night.

Kugaoka Tsubaki was indeed a simple and innocent, pitiful child who knew nothing.

Her parents implanted bacteria from South America into her, hoping that these billions of bacteria would form magic unlike anything they had ever seen before, allowing her to overtake others and elevate the Matou family, one of the three families that established the Holy Grail system, to a higher position.

This is not the right path, but an evil path so wicked that it must be executed. Most magicians are inhuman beings, unable to be considered human. In pursuit of that distant and unattainable truth of the world—the Root—they will do anything.

"Teacher, something is running up from below!" One of the four nuns turned around and looked at the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

But it was too late. The glass shattered, and the newcomer was Kyojinko, whose entire body was completely covered by a black robe and veil.

"What's wrong, Flatt? What happened?"

"There's a woman, probably a follower," Flat said, still with his usual nonchalant attitude.

"You've come over here too?" Hansa calmly looked at Kyoko. "Let me tell you beforehand, I'm the supervisor of the Holy Grail War today. And I should also let you know that none of these people have any intention of fighting. Until we leave this Reality Marble..."

"Hmm... are you also one of the magicians who crave the Holy Grail?" she asked, glancing at the Command Seals in Flat's hand.

Kyoko's sole objective was to kill all magicians who craved the Holy Grail, friend or foe. This was the reason she killed her Master immediately. To her, the Holy Grail was nothing but a seductive and evil thing, and anyone who wanted it had to be eliminated.

"Eh...me?" Flat didn't react for a moment, then it dawned on him. He was the only magician present. Who else could they be asking if not him? The priest who was the overseer of the Holy Grail War?

He crossed his arms, tilted his head, and thought for a moment. "Hmm... I initially wanted it just because it's cool, and more than what I would do with it, I'd prefer to donate it to a museum as a collectible for people to admire."

Perhaps this answer didn't touch Kyoko's sore spot, so the conversation continued. She didn't attack Flat, but continued to ask questions.

"One question: If the only way to leave this world is to kill the Master who created it, would you do that?"

"Our approach is to avoid armed conflict as much as possible."

While everyone else was still thinking, Weber Velvet answered first on the other end of the phone, which was also what everyone present was thinking.

"Who are you?" Kyoko asked.

"People like his guardians, although I think it's wishful thinking to expect you to believe me when I wasn't there, if you're willing to kill your child to leave this world, please let us give you another way out."

This answer aligns with Kyoko's thinking: to save, not to kill.

"Let me hear your thoughts."

"That method doesn't exist, big sister." A childish voice echoed through the misty air on the hotel's rooftop. "In this world created by Tsubaki."

The mist then condensed, forming the shape of a boy, another face of the vampire Jesta. Its ability, the Six-Man Costume, gives it six different appearances: a young man in a white suit, an old man nearing fifty, and this seemingly young child is one of them.

"You actually came out and introduced yourself this time, you vampire." Hansa put his hands in his pockets and looked at the boy sitting on the railing with displeasure. "Even if you've changed your appearance, your twisted smile is still so disgusting."

"I don't think I can fool you twice with the same trick. After all... ugh!!!"

Before Jesta could finish speaking, its condensed mist clone seemed to have been struck a heavy blow, plummeting from the railing in agony and collapsing undignifiedly to the ground. "What the hell did you do?!"

This was his clone, but even his original body suffered a heavy blow, and the pain seemed to be linked to it, echoing in his soul.

"Flat?" Hansa turned to look at the blond youth. This wasn't what they had planned.

Flatt shrugged repeatedly, saying, "No, no, no, it wasn't me! I haven't done anything! It seems I've committed many evil deeds and been punished by the gods. Like that older sister... no, judging from her appearance, she's younger than me, so should I call her younger sister...?"

Flat, scratching his head, offered a completely unconvincing opinion, and at this crucial moment, he even began to ponder the issue of how to address someone.

"A god?" Jesta gasped weakly, clutching his chest. "No, she is."

"The monster that will eventually destroy the world?" Lu Mingfei suddenly appeared next to Jesta and smiled gently.

"When...did you get here?"

Jesta roared in agony, looking like a drowning dog.

The others also shrank back warily, but Flat remained unmoved.

"It's just a short distance, a quick step and you're there," she said, shrugging. "An attack that strikes straight to the soul, that must be painful, right?"

"So it was you who did it!!! You damned bastard. What are you anyway?"

"I don't seem to have any obligation to answer your questions." Lu Mingfei squatted down, looking at the vampire with the twisted expression. "Just the things you've done are enough to make you die tens of thousands of times over. Scum."

Those golden eyes flowed like lava, and the wildly spreading pressure seemed to crush everything, almost materializing, destroying Jesta's will.

"Word of Power: Emperor"

It's just a Word of Power that amplifies the dragon's might, but it depends on the user. In her current hands, spreading that pressure throughout North America is just a matter of a thought.

"That's... oppression... It's truly frightening," Hansa remarked, observing the scene.

That was no joke. The almost tangible pressure emanating from the fantasy species could crush the vampire's will and soul with just that. The same principle applies to humans; there is no possibility of resistance.

"It's only been less than half a day, and it's completely changed, miss." Father Hansa gripped the cross on his chest.

"Yes. It's only half a day, I actually feel it will take much longer." Lu Mingfei nodded, walking over as she spoke, "Sometimes that's how you realize the meaning of life. Suddenly everything changes completely."

"Yes, that's true. People change quite quickly."