In this crossover anime, Yoshikage Kira longs for a peaceful life.

He looked down as a gleaming blade pierced his left chest, along with his heart.

"what--"

Tokiomi Tohsaka wanted to speak, but all that rose to his throat was the sweet, metallic taste of blood, and he couldn't utter a sound.

“Teacher, my wife died in front of me, and my father was shot. I have always been disappointed, not because of their deaths, but because I was unable to kill them with my own hands. But at least this once, I hope to kill you with my own hands, teacher.”

Tokiomi Tohsaka turned around with difficulty, only to see his usually emotionless disciple smiling. It was a smile more cheerful and joyful than ever before.

Tokiomi Tohsaka staggered and fell onto the carpet, his eyes filled with confusion.

He never understood why Kirei Kotomine wanted to kill him even after the Holy Grail War had ended.

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Einzbern Castle.

Irisviel hung up the phone and smiled:

"It's all arranged. A chartered plane back to Germany will take off tomorrow at noon."

Saber asked in confusion:

"Is there a rush? Is something urgent?"

Although the Holy Grail War has ended, is there really a need to rush things like this?

A gentle smile appeared on Irisviel's face:

"Because Ilya is still waiting for us, I don't want to keep that child waiting too long."

"It's so wonderful to have a mother like Alice..."

Mordred looked on with envy, glancing at Saber out of the corner of her eye every now and then, as if trying to hint at something.

"Weber, do you want to come back with us?"

Yoshikage Kira looked at the boy sitting in the corner of the conference room.

As the only outsider in the castle, Webber Wilville remained silent for a long time before finally speaking:

"it is good."

Given the current situation, even if he were given the chance to refuse, would he dare to refuse?

Whenever Weber looked up and glanced at the other people in the room, his eyes were somewhat lost.

Even now, Weber finds himself completely unable to see through the people in front of him.

Although Waver's own reasons for participating in the Holy Grail War were also childish, he simply stole the relics collected by his teacher in order to prove himself, and even caused his teacher's death as a result.

But none of these people before us, from Masters to Servants, truly have the Holy Grail War as their goal!

If their goal wasn't the Holy Grail, why did they still participate in the Holy Grail War?

If their goal was the Holy Grail, then why did they want to destroy it?

What are you all after? Just for fun?

Even from a magician's perspective, these people's behavior can only be described as incomprehensible.

They seemed like just ordinary tourists, but it was precisely these tourists who stirred up the Holy Grail War into such a mess.

All the Servants except Assassin died at their hands.

And this Holy Grail War ended in an unexpected way due to their intervention.

The only reason Weber is still here is because his teacher Kenneth's body is still in their hands.

"At the very least, we must find a way to bring the teacher's body back..."

Weber clenched his fists, his heart filled with regret.

If he hadn't stolen his teacher's relics, and if it had been his teacher who summoned Rider, would the outcome of this Holy Grail War have been different?

Chapter 234 Let's pretend this daughter was never born!

Amidst the deafening roar of the aircraft engines.

A special plane departing from Japan slowly landed on the runway of Hamburg Airport in Germany.

Airport staff drove in a passenger boarding bridge and slowly connected it to the aircraft's cabin door.

Webber Velvet was standing by the cabin door, about to disembark, when someone grabbed his shoulder.

Weber paused slightly, looking up at the blond youth who had pulled him back. He saw his own reflection in the latter's azure eyes. A slender boy in a gray-brown suit, carrying a suitcase.

“Didn’t you tell them?” Weber heard him ask.

"what?"

Weber didn't react at first, but he quickly realized something was wrong—

It's so quiet!

Although the airport itself is relatively spacious, as one of the busiest airports in Germany, Hamburg Airport handles tens of thousands of passengers and hundreds of flights every day.

Such a large airport couldn't possibly be completely deserted, nor could it be this 'quiet'!

But at the airport right now, apart from the passenger boarding stairs coming from afar, he didn't see a single person.

Even the passenger boarding stairs themselves are not right, because when an aircraft lands, there are more than a dozen other vehicles of various sizes, such as garbage trucks, cargo tractors, lift trucks, and aircraft towing vehicles, that come to maintain the aircraft or transport its cargo.

But none of these were available.

Such a large airport couldn't possibly make such a basic mistake, unless...

Weber thought of a possibility and turned pale:

Apart from him, everyone on the plane was from the Einzbern family.

But it's unlikely that anyone came specifically for Einzbern; the most likely reason is for the corpse in the cargo hold—the corpse that belonged to his teacher and contained an extremely valuable magical crest.

While in Fuyuki, he contacted the Archibald family and informed them of the Einzbern family's terms.

In Weber's view, both sides should have tacitly agreed to exchange his teacher's remains through negotiation and a deal-making process.

But clearly, the Archibald family didn't think so. They probably felt that it would be more cost-effective to just snatch Kenneth's body back than to pay an extremely high price to get it back.

"I didn't tell them the plane's departure time!"

Weber couldn't help but offer a defense of himself.

"I know."

Kira Yoshikage pulled him back through the hatch, seemingly expecting this, his expression unusually calm. "My question is, didn't you tell them we had Servants?"

Taking off is something that can be done with a quick check of the airport's takeoff and landing records; any magician skilled in hypnosis and suggestion could easily accomplish it. Moreover, they were traveling on a private jet, making them conspicuous enough among the numerous takeoff and landing records.

The journey from Japan to Germany takes 17 hours, enough time for the British magician to fly to Hamburg airport and lay in ambush. The reason they didn't destroy the plane during landing was clearly out of concern for the possibility of damaging Kenneth's remains.

Whether Kenneth's body is intact or not is irrelevant, but the magic mark inside his body must be complete—this is the fundamental reason why the Archibald family does not intend to pay but instead plans to hijack the plane.

A complete magic imprint passed down through an entire family for over a thousand years is far too precious, even though exchanges of favors are common among magicians. But magicians aren't people who play by the rules, so rather than obediently paying and accepting the loss, they'd rather take a gamble.

But the problem is—

How dare they do that?

"Of course I told them, but..."

Weber broke out in a cold sweat, clearly realizing the problem.

He certainly informed the Archibald family that the Einzbern side had two followers.

However, this may have caused a misunderstanding within the Archibald family, who mistakenly believed that Kenneth died at the hands of a Servant.

But now that the Holy Grail War is over, theoretically the Servants have already returned to the Throne of Heroes. What's left are the homunculi of the Einzbern family, right? In the eyes of most mages, these homunculi may have many magic circuits, but due to the lack of the inheritance of magic crests, they can only be considered half-baked mages.

Faced with a group of half-baked androids, what could be more efficient than robbing them?

However, the Einzbern family's Servants did not disappear with the end of the Holy Grail War!

"I...I'll go and try to persuade them..."

Weber's throat bobbed laboredly as he tried to make a move.

"Need not."

Kira Yoshikage gave a kind smile. "People always have to pay the price for their actions, don't they?"

Webber's lips twitched a few times, but he said nothing, silently mourning for the magician outside.

"So, who's going up?"

Kira Yoshikage looked at Saber and her son; Irisviel was inside the cabin with Sakura and the others. One of the two Servants needed to stay behind to protect them, but the remaining Servant was enough to deal with the mages.

"Then leave it to me!"

Mordred burst out of the hatch with excitement; she had been itching to make a name for herself for a long time!

Inside the nearby terminal, the magicians who witnessed Mordred charging towards them realized they had been exposed. They then began to unleash their magic without reservation, attempting to stop the approaching berserker.

The colorful magic trails left brilliant streaks across the sky as they rushed towards the girl.

In fact, Saber is more suited for this kind of work. Because Saber's magic resistance is A-rank, she can nullify magic below A-rank. Even the highest-ranking 'Grand' magicians of the present day cannot directly harm Saber with magic.

Mordred, who descended as a Berserker, shouldn't theoretically possess high Magic Resistance, making her far inferior to Saber in this aspect. However, in practice, thanks to the armor gifted to Mordred by Morgan, this Noble Phantasm itself grants her B-rank Magic Resistance!

Among the attacking magicians were also some of the highest rank. As third-rank magicians, their strength was second only to the twelve monarchs of the color rank, and they could be said to be the true backbone of the Magicians' Association.

But against B-rank magic resistance, their magic, even if it hit Mordred, was no different from a tickle.

Moreover, with Mordred's A+ agility, the magic spells cast by these magicians simply couldn't hit her.

No matter how hard they struggle, it's all in vain.

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"Lord Euryphus, we beg you to lend a helping hand. The Archibald family will surely repay you handsomely!"

On the second floor of the terminal, a blond middle-aged man in a suit bowed respectfully.

In front of him stood an elderly man who appeared to be around seventy years old.

His grayish-white skin was taut and clearly visible on his cheekbones, dotted with age spots. Long, grayish-white hair fell down from both sides of his face, and he had a long goatee on his chin.