In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

"Alright, alright, let's do as you say then," Red Archer said casually. "So what if we really lose? After the war between the two factions, there will be a civil war among the seven. Do you think you can win against the Servants on your side? Will your wish be granted?"

"That doesn't matter. My only wish is to complete that Noble Phantasm. The ownership of the Holy Grail has nothing to do with me," Caster Avisbro said in an unchanged tone.

“In that case, you should join us even more,” Red Arcehr chuckled.

"I don't think it's a wise choice to join the losing side."

"But if the Black side wins like this, your Noble Phantasm won't be necessary anymore, right?" Red Archer said quietly.

Avisbro clenched his fist inwardly: "No, the King has already promised me. If we can defeat the Red Team, he will give me that android..."

Do you really believe what he said?

Red Archer's words struck Avisbro's heart like a hammer blow, causing his breath to catch in his throat for a moment.

"Your Noble Phantasm was originally prepared by them to increase their chances of winning, but now they're about to win. After they win, you'll be enemies. Do you think they'll still give you the chance to unleash your Noble Phantasm?" Red Archer spoke slowly and deliberately, each word resonating like ripples in Avisbro's heart. "No one will believe your claim that you don't want the Holy Grail. In the face of real interests, so-called agreements are worthless, especially for those hypocritical high-ranking individuals. Deception is merely a means for them to achieve their goals."

"When the birds are all gone, the good bow is put away; when the cunning rabbit is dead, the hunting dog is cooked. When the Black faction is defeated, the first one they will definitely settle accounts with will be you, because you are too weak, but your puppet is very threatening. No wise Master would keep you alive."

"Enough!" Avisbro suddenly growled, interrupting Red Archer's narration.

"So, have you made up your mind?" Red Archer chuckled.

“It’s too late.” Avisbro took a few breaths, then silently turned his head away. “My Noble Phantasm still needs a skilled magician as its creator. Even if I join you, my Noble Phantasm still cannot be completed.”

"What does it matter? I can bring you a magician right now," Red Archer said casually.

"Hmph, naive." Avisbro sneered. "[The One of Origin] is the ultimate golem, a manifestation of the divine creation of humanity. Not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry is qualified to become its core!"

“What about Servent?” Red Archer asked.

“Don’t joke around!” Avisbro said in a deep voice. “I created the [Original Beings] to guide the entire world toward the final paradise, to completely cleanse this world of its sins, and to create the paradise of Eden. The characteristics of Servants absolutely mean that they cannot stay in this world for long. If they disappear, the magic circuits of the [Original Beings] will also disappear. Doing so is completely meaningless.”

In fact, if it were simply used as a magic block to replenish the [Original Person]'s nutrition, then even a Servant would be fine. But doing so completely deviates from the meaning of the [Original Person]'s creation. In the end, what is obtained is nothing more than a weapon with temporary and powerful combat ability. Such a desecrating act is something that Avisbroun can never tolerate.

“Sigh, you really are troublesome.” Red Archer sighed helplessly. “Since ordinary magicians won’t work, and Servants won’t work either, then let’s use your Master.”

“What did you say…?” Avisbro was completely stunned. Although the temperature in the underground factory was not low, he could not feel any warmth, only endless cold.

"I said, use your Master as the core of your Noble Phantasm," Red Archer said calmly. "There's nothing strange about that, is there? Your Noble Phantasm is naturally the most compatible with you, and your Master is the same in that respect. Besides him, is there a more suitable candidate for the core?"

"But...but, that child respects me a lot. He likes golems, and he even calls me teacher..." Avisbro stammered, his mind filled with the pure smile of the blond boy and the excited expressions and sparkling eyes of the two of them talking about golems.

The world only knows Avisbronn as a rare expert in puppets, but they don't know that he studied puppets entirely out of disgust and disappointment with humanity. Compared to those hypocritical and two-faced individuals, the cold earth and stones allowed him to feel the reality of the world more deeply.

But that child was different; his smile was pure, his love was genuine, and his respect came from the heart.

I... I can't...

"Face reality." Red Archer's eerie voice echoed in his ears, like a devil's seduction. "Unbound by any human morality, ruthless in achieving one's goals—that's what a magician is. Giving up your aspirations for a moment's pleasure will only leave you with nothing in the end."

"Only by firmly grasping our destiny in our own hands can we have the opportunity to create our future."

"Now, it's time to take off your mask of pretense and show your true self, Caster."

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Betrayal

Twenty minutes ago.

At the same moment that Berserker's spirit core was shattered by Nidhogg's claw, Koles, who was inside the Yggdrasil Castle, suddenly trembled, and his face instantly turned pale.

Fiore immediately noticed her brother's unusual behavior and quickly asked, "What's wrong, Koles? What happened?"

A bitter smile appeared on Koles's lips, and his eyes dimmed instantly: "Berserker... she's gone."

The hall fell silent instantly. Everyone looked at each other, their eyes filled with disbelief.

No one expected that they, who were clearly in a dominant position on the field, would lose a Servant first.

Although Berserker wasn't the strongest, she was still a Servant, and her powerful sustained combat ability was crucial to the battle. Her departure was a significant blow to the Black team.

“It’s alright. With Caster here, our direct combat capabilities won’t be diminished much. Once Rider is free, dealing with these Dragon Tooth Soldiers will be a piece of cake.” Danic took a deep breath. He was naturally shocked and puzzled by Berserker’s sudden death, but as the patriarch of the Thousand World Tree, he certainly couldn’t afford to lose his composure at this time.

Upon hearing Caster's name, Roger's face immediately lit up with pride. "Now you finally know how amazing my teacher is!"

"Tch, what's with the arrogance? My Saber chased away the opponent's Saber in no time," Gordes said, scoffing.

“Koles…” Fiore looked at her younger brother with worry in her eyes. She had never seen the latter so depressed.

“I’m fine, sister.” Koles forced a smile. “I’m just a little tired and want to go back and rest for a bit.”

“Don’t worry, Koles,” Danic patted Koles on the shoulder. “I promise, whoever killed your Berserker, I will make them pay!”

Koles nodded silently, turned and walked out of the hall without a word, his back view lonely and desolate.

Fiore watched Corles' departing figure with a complicated expression, wanting to call out to him several times, but ultimately choosing to remain silent.

She knew her brother's personality very well, and that letting him be alone and quiet at this time was the best choice.

"Is that Servant really that important to him?" Gold muttered to himself.

“Of course, Servent is our best friend. If the teacher were to have an accident, I would probably feel the same way as him, no, I might even be more upset,” Roger said casually, with his hands behind his head.

"Huh? What a coincidence..."

Roger tilted his ear as if listening to something, then suddenly a look of joy appeared on his face, and he jumped off the sofa with a whoosh. "Well, the teacher needs to talk to me, so I'll be going now."

"What happened?" Danick asked, puzzled.

"The teacher said there's a magic puppet he needs me to adjust." The boy touched his nose and said with a hint of pride, "As expected, I still have ways to help the teacher."

“That’s a good thing.” Danic patted Roger’s head kindly. “Learn some useful knowledge from Caster. The future of the Yggdrasil clan will depend on young people like you.”

"Okay! I understand!" The boy nodded with a bright smile, then skipped and hopped out of the room.

How wonderful it is to be able to get along so harmoniously with one's own heroic spirit.

Watching Roger's retreating figure, Danic seemed to be thinking of something, and a complex expression appeared in his eyes.

“Uncle?” Fiore tilted her head.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about some things for the future." Danick took a deep breath. "By the way, how's Archer doing?"

“I’m not quite sure either. I haven’t been able to sense Archer’s condition since he entered that pyramid.” Fiore looked at the magnificent temple that stretched across the land like a mountain, a hint of worry in her beautiful eyes.

"Don't worry, with Saber around, Archer will definitely be fine." Compared to Fiore's nervousness, Gordes was much more relaxed. After all, they were the great hero of Greece and the dragon slayer of Norse mythology. Even the greatest pharaoh of ancient Egypt would not have found it easy to take them down at the same time.

"We can't be careless. Since the Red team was able to take down Berserker, it means they must still have some tricks up their sleeve. We have to be careful," Danic said in a low voice.

"teacher?"

Inside the underground factory, Roger tilted his head, looking at Avisbro with a puzzled expression as his back was to him.

"Where is the puppet you asked me to adjust?"

“This is it.” Avisbro stepped aside, revealing the enormous puppet to Roger. “This is the puppet I asked you to help me adjust, my Noble Phantasm [Crown of Wisdom].

"Really! Let me debug your life's work, teacher!?" Roger's eyes widened instantly, his excitement overflowing.

“Yes, this is something only you can do,” Avisbro said softly.

"But teacher, isn't that android still in that fat guy Gorde's hands? Without him as the core, your Noble Phantasm shouldn't be able to activate, right?" Roger tilted his head in confusion.

“It’s alright, I’ve already found a suitable replacement, and now it’s just the final preparation stage.” Avisbro stared intently at the tall puppet, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.

"Oh, I see! That's wonderful! Teacher, your wish can finally come true!" Roger excitedly rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the [Primordial One]. "Teacher, don't worry, I will do my best and make sure I don't let you down."

However, what the boy didn't notice was that the instant he passed Avisbro, a gleaming dagger was raised high, its target his right hand, which was engraved with Command Seals.

“Thank you, Roger. You are my most outstanding disciple, and meeting you is the luckiest thing that has ever happened to me.” Avisbro’s voice was as ethereal as a gentle breeze. “However, for my long-cherished wish…”

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the air, and crimson blood bloomed like an eerie rose.

"I have no choice but to sacrifice you."

Roger's expression froze instantly; his right hand... was gone!

"Aaaaaah!! My hand... my Command Seals!!" Roger clutched his shoulder and collapsed to the ground, the intense pain causing tears and saliva to mingle. "Teacher! Teacher, save me! Save me!"

Without a word, Avisbro grabbed Roger by the neck and pressed him against the heart of the [Primordial Man].

His body was gradually dissolving, his consciousness was slowly fading, and the intense fear caused Roger to scream in agony:

"Wait! Wait! Teacher, no! I..."

"......Feel sorry."

In utter despair and helplessness, the boy vanished into the puppet's body. His magic circuits, magic crests, and Command Seals all became the nourishment to power [Crown of Wisdom].

The puppet, now possessing the hearth, had its eyes shining brightly. Its thick thighs stomped powerfully on the ground. Although it was an artificial object made of wood, stone, and soil, its appearance, as if it had directly incorporated the greatness of nature into its body, was indeed worthy of people's admiration for its beauty.

Then, the first [miracle] happened.

The earth beneath their feet seemed to sing praises to the giant, with vegetation flourishing and flowers blooming vibrantly. Trees touched by the giant immediately bore ripe fruit, which fell to the ground and instantly sprouted into new trees.

Not only that.

Birds and beasts that should have been excluded by the World Tree's barrier appeared out of nowhere, seemingly drawn to the giant like phototactic insects, and clung to it without hesitation.

These birds and beasts decomposed without leaving a single drop of blood—becoming pure energy that was absorbed by the giant. They did this voluntarily, and the mindless wild animals longed to be attached to it.

In addition, the surrounding environment, including the earth, comes alive, and a faint, sweet honey scent begins to waft through the air. Simply breathing it into your lungs fills you with an overwhelming sense of happiness.

Avisbro gazed in fascination at the giant's majestic and beautiful figure. This was the supreme creation sought by countless Kabbalah believers, the primordial being with the miraculous power to transform the entire world into the paradise of Eden—[Adam].

His long-cherished wish was finally fulfilled here.

"This thing is indeed different from ordinary Noble Phantasms. No wonder you went to such lengths to complete it." Red Archer's voice came from the shadows. "Anyway, congratulations. But now, it's about time to get down to business."

"Don't worry, I know what to do," Avisbro said calmly.

The giant bent down, caught Avisbro in his hands, and placed him on his shoulder.

"Alright, my golem, let's begin to save the world."

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Let's go back to the present.

"What on earth is going on!" Gold roared, smashing the head of a golem lunging at him with a punch using his magically enhanced arm. "Why are these golems suddenly attacking us!"

"Something's happened!" Fiore calmly unfolded her formal attire, and eight intricate mechanical arms, resembling spider legs, spread out behind her, smashing the surrounding puppets to pieces.

"What on earth happened?!" Danic's expression was contorted. He had finally seen the light at the end of the tunnel, so why did this suddenly happen?!