In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

"Hmph, let's end it here. From now on, we're even, Kirei."

He tossed the blood-stained short sword in his hand to the roadside, then left his last words to the dying man before coldly turning away, ignoring Kirei Kotomine, who lay on the ground barely clinging to life.

Having gone through so much, it wasn't just Kirei Kotomine who changed; Tokiomi Tohsaka also gained some insights and made a choice.

Having experienced life and death, and the betrayal of his disciple, he no longer has such a strong desire for the Holy Grail or to reach the Root. Especially after witnessing Kirei Kotomine's change, repentance, and sense of relief, the past bond between master and disciple involuntarily resonated in his mind.

"It's all over now."

In that instant, Tokiomi Tohsaka understood many things. In a daze, he also thought of his beautiful wife and two lovely daughters, and...

Matou Kariya's hateful, sour face.

You wretched bastard, who asked you to save me? Don't think that just because you saved my life I'll acknowledge you!!

Even if you want to beat me, or even kill me, I won't care, because you gave me this life, but...

'Hmph, you're still a long way from trying to take advantage of Aoi!' Tokiomi Tohsaka scoffed inwardly.

This time, I will not neglect my family again, nor will I forget my past promises. Only I can give Aoi happiness!

"The Holy Grail has already served its purpose to a more suitable person, and now I have nothing left to cherish... Ancestors, please understand..."

Tokiomi Tohsaka shook his head, fumbled for a family photo of the four of them on his pocket watch, and couldn't help but laugh as he looked at it. "Looking at it this way, it seems that my long-cherished wish isn't... in such a hurry after all."

Having witnessed so much, he could rest assured that Sakura had been handed over to the mysterious head of the Crowley family. He was very glad that he hadn't made a mistake in choosing Sakura's adoptive family.

It's already daylight...

Having been lost for so long, it seems it's time for him to go home.

I'm starting to vaguely miss the black tea my wife used to brew... I'll go back and savor it properly, and then have a good night's sleep.

With a smile on his lips and his confusion gone, Tokiomi Tohsaka walked back to his home, facing the rising sun.

And right there in the alley after he left.

Not long after...

"Hey!! How are you? Uncle, hang in there! I've already called an ambulance, and they're carrying you to the hospital right now."

Kirei Kotomine, who had lost too much blood, slowly opened his blurry eyes at the urgent calls of the red-haired boy.

"...Am I...not dead yet?" he asked himself.

"You're not dead yet, don't worry! Just don't give up, you must hold on, uncle. You've lost a lot of blood, I'll take you to the hospital for treatment right away."

"...Hmm? Who are you...?"

In his dazed state, he saw a boy's face full of concern.

"My name is Fujimaru Shirou. I'm a student who just happened to be passing by. I came to help you because I saw you bleeding and unconscious. Anyway, you'd better not say anything carelessly, old man, and save your strength."

The boy named Fujimaru Shirou offered a concerned reminder.

However, Kirei Kotomine didn't care, because he realized that it would be difficult for the boy's frail body to carry him to the hospital.

"Why...why did you save me?" he continued to ask.

"Huh? Do you need a reason to save someone? It's because you need help, uncle. What kind of strange question is that? Of course you should lend a helping hand when someone needs help."

"Haha...I see...That's right, you don't need a reason to save people..."

"Because...that's the right thing to do..."

Upon hearing the boy's answer, Kirei Kotomine smiled with relief, finally understanding everything. He then gently closed his eyes and leaned against the boy's back. Before completely losing consciousness, he vaguely heard the sound of an ambulance siren.

On this day, he finally understood the meaning of his life, and...

I've met a true champion of justice.

This is really great...

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At the end of the age of gods.

Riverbanks on the Mesopotamian Plateau.

The blond man stepped out of the river after his bath.

His scarlet eyes looked at the piece of snakeskin that had just been shed and left on the shore.

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha—!!"

The man covered his face and let out a hearty laugh, then put on his clothes and embarked on his journey back to Uruk without a second thought.

"What an interesting lad, and a memorable one for me. But don't die too soon, you mongrel, or your soul will become my collection."

"We will meet again soon."

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I hereby announce that Tokiomi Tohsaka, Kirei Kotomine, and Gilgamesh have finished filming!

I wonder how this ending will turn out? Is it kind to everyone?

In short, I really like this ending, so I pondered it for a long time.

Now Shirou has a new mentor, hehe...

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Chapter Ninety-Eight: Reunion in the Future, Heroes

It draws upon the immense magical power drawn from other parallel worlds by the Second Magic, as well as the miracles bestowed by the Holy Grail itself.

The wish that Luo Wei made is still in effect, and the boundary between life and death is constantly being reversed.

Soon, the rays of dawn pierced straight through the gloom, scattering golden light across the dark earth.

As his wishes were fulfilled, the golden Holy Grail in Luo Wei's hand, which originally radiated immense magical power, still contained a considerable amount of magic power, but it was no longer as exaggerated as it had been before.

The magical power accumulated over hundreds of years, surpassing Fuyuki City, is now reduced to about one-fifth of its original value after the wish is fulfilled.

If the initial magical energy within the Holy Grail was an endless ocean, symbolizing infinity, then what remains now is a vast, boundless lake, merely symbolizing immensity.

So much so that when his wish came true, the Holy Grail in his hand dimmed considerably.

However, Loewe had nothing to regret about this. Although it felt a little regretful, he had already extracted most of his magical energy to create the Mystic Code in his hand, and the remaining magical energy was provided by the Jewel Mage. The wish he wanted to fulfill could not be achieved with the Holy Grail anyway, and Scáthach did not have such a deep desire for the Holy Grail. Therefore, it was not a big deal to return the magical energy that he had taken from the Jewel Mage. After all, repairing this world was also helping himself.

Ever since he met the Jewel King and learned that Grand Hassan had been mobilized, he had been faintly hearing the sound of bells for more than a moment.

The reason he acted so decisively was largely due to the chill that ran down his spine after hearing the Gem Elder's warning. It was as if a kind old man wielding a greatsword and shield would suddenly emerge from the shadows and stab him in the neck.

Moreover, he has now mastered all the primordial runes, grasping the supreme magical foundation of the Norse mythology magic system. He has also forged the highest-level magical artifacts possible in the modern era, a wand comparable to alchemy and the pinnacle of modern Western magic, completely completing the temple spells he created and refined, achieving perfection in angel summoning, and reaching the pinnacle of his understanding of the Book of Law. If one had to describe it…

It's not that Luo Wei is bragging, but at this moment he can truly be called the modern-day King Solomon.

However, the magic that the other party created and mastered was demon summoning, while he followed the path of angel summoning left by Aleister, as well as many special theories such as the Silver Star.

In short, any one of his achievements—whether it's reforging a mythical Mystic Code with human power, completely completing a temple spell, or completing the theory in the Book of Law in his own way and resummoning four magical angels—would be enough to reach the highest rank, [Grand Rank], far surpassing the achievements Aozaki Touko once created.

However, those trivial matters were no longer that important to Loewe. The Clock Tower's "Grand Rank" was not a "Grand Rank" chosen and bestowed by the Root. Apart from being an empty title and having the value of prestige to put on the negotiating table, it had no effect on magical skill or the advancement of magic. Perhaps only Kenneth would be excited about reaching the Grand Rank.

A Holy Grail War; the ascension ceremony continues upon returning.

However, this time it's not as simple as just being promoted to the [Classic Rank] or [Color Rank]; it's a direct ascension to the [Crown Rank].

Unlike Orange, this is only because the highest rank in the Clock Tower is [Grand], not because Loew's achievements only qualify him for [Grand].

But compared to all that useless stuff, now—

"It's time to fulfill my last wish."

Standing atop Mount Enzo, before the newly restored Ryudouji Temple, and gazing at Scáthach, who was spinning her crimson spear with an expectant expression, Lovi gave a somewhat troubled smile.

I didn't expect that we'd still have to fight in the end...

He originally thought that after going through so much and defeating so many opponents, Scáthach would finally say with satisfaction, "I've had a great time this time," and then leave gracefully.

However, Luo Wei did not expect that his master still cherished his original wish.

Even after everything is over, does he still want to fight himself, so that he can give himself a death?

Luo Wei was truly helpless about this.

If he could, he truly would never want to fight Scáthach, who had once fought alongside him and whom he could entrust with his life, but alas…

"If this is truly what you seek, then I will do everything in my power to fulfill your wish, Master."

Gripping the legendary staff that was radiating a silver light tightly, Rowe muttered to himself, his eyes resolute and his words unwavering.

"I see... It seems Master never intended to breach the contract. I thought you would say something like..."

"Shh, can we not fight? And then you try to make peace with me or something like that."

Scáthach watched as Rowe's magical energy surged, clearly indicating he was ready for battle, and a slow smile appeared on her lips.

"Haha, if it were really possible, I would really like to run away or make some kind of attempt to reconcile. But a promise made must be kept, isn't that what we agreed on in the beginning?"

"Oh? You still remember what I said to you when I was summoned, Master?"

"Of course, I've never forgotten."

When Scáthach asked him a question, Rowe nodded very frankly.

What you said to me back then was—

"Your fate is tied to my gun. In this war, I will do everything in my power to help you get everything you want."

"In return, I hope that once everything is ready, you will engage me in a real battle, bringing my long life to a perfect close."

"—This is my ultimate wish as the Queen of the Land of Shadows, Scáthach."

"Pfft, you really remember things clearly."

"However, could you please stop mimicking other people's tone of voice in front of them with such a serious expression? It's really annoying, Master."