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Chapter 179: A Dreamy Reunion [Please subscribe! Please give me flowers!]

Zelrich is the second magic user.

At the beginning of the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City, he chose to be a witness to the completion of the Holy Grail ceremony at the invitation of his apprentice Tosaka Nagato, and put his own mark of approval on it.

The so-called "brand" actually meant leaving one's own magic power on the base of the Fuyuki Holy Grail, letting people know that the Second Magician recognized the authenticity of this Holy Grail War.

As for the rest, Zelrich didn't care.

Unless it involves magic, or something that threatens the collapse of the Magic Association or the extinction of the planet.

Otherwise, Zelrich wouldn't care.

The Nazis had once seized the Greater Holy Grail's base in the Third Holy Grail War, and he also regarded this as a part of future development.

"Hmm... Performing the ritual with only the remaining seals is not easy in this timeline."

Zelrich is well aware of the strengths and weaknesses of modern magicians.

If it weren't for the immortals who had survived to this day, it would be basically impossible to mobilize such a large-scale ceremony.

But even those old immortals.

There was no reason for them to go to Fuyuki specifically to do this.

"But, there's a familiar feeling, that magical composition, ahh... I remember now, but - did he really succeed?"

Zelrich was doubtful about his own conjecture.

As he spoke, the pages of the book floating in front of him began to turn, and all kinds of "information" were instantly recorded in the book.

The book is about the thickness of an ordinary encyclopedia.

Yet, every time Zelrich swipes his finger, thousands of new pages are born or disappear.

After working on this for a while, he muttered boredly, "I can't confirm it. That's right. If this involves my senior brother, simple observation methods really won't be of any use."

Zelrich smiled cheerfully for the first time in a long time.

He was not distressed by the result of being unable to observe, but instead planned to get up and leave.

"Okay, let me get up and take a look. If he really succeeds, it will be a good thing. At least, we can celebrate."

The old man stroked his chin while muttering to himself.

He raised the corner of his mouth and summoned the jeweled staff.

Apparently, having sensed an unexpected magical aura, the old man planned to go to Fuyuki City himself.

Magical ether boiled in the air.

What should have been a miraculous phenomenon was freely manipulated by Moran, forming a circuit connecting the spirit and matter.

The wind and lightning were so strong that even Tokiomi and Irisviel, who were watching the ceremony from the side, were unable to open their eyes due to the strong wind pressure.

Under the wind pressure, the summoning pattern shines brightly.

The passage in the magic circle finally connected to the real world.

——In the thick ether fog that was almost solidified into mist, a white figure emerged from the depths of the dazzling sea of light.

"Did you make it!?"

Tokiomi was shocked by this majesty.

He stared towards the center with eyes wide open and breathing rapidly.

"Such a strong aura... Where are the Command Seals?! Without the Command Seals to restrain the Servant, it would be dangerous for Moran!"

Irisviel looked anxious.

She was more worried about Moran than the completion of the ritual.

Although magicians are an existence that is difficult for others to imagine in modern times, they are heroic spirits engraved in myths and legends in the past.

This miracle is no less than magic.

So it was natural for her to worry about Moran.

Legendary phantoms come here from beyond, appearing in whirlwind and flash. Though human, they transcend the realm of mortals, possessing extraordinary powers and ascending to the realm of elves.

They came from the throne of restraint—the place where all the supernatural spirits gathered. At this moment, the heroic spirits that existed only in people's dreams descended upon Earth.

The summoned Heroic Spirit wielded the Holy King Sword. (cgfj) The moment she was summoned, she pointed the blade forward, her unruly and domineering nature seemingly etched into the blade.

The moment she was summoned, she knew that the Holy Grail did not exist in this place.

This was simply achieved by using the location where the Holy Grail War had once taken place and using a covert method to successfully accomplish the Heroic Spirit Summoning Ceremony.

A heroic spirit that was supposed to protect humanity.

Being used by a magician for selfish purposes like this, no Heroic Spirit would appreciate such a sophisticated lie.

In addition, this is a high level of magic.

Even Heroic Spirits must be wary of this Master.

Although the summoned servant was wearing armor, she was actually surprisingly proficient in magic.

"You're the one who pulled this whole scam? Wait, this magical aura... and that golden sword... you—!?"

Suddenly, the knight felt angry.

That was a legendary relic that the Round Table had never been able to find after the fall of the Unsullied Knights.

She also tried to explore it for a while.

However, not even a trace was found.

Now, the sword that was equivalent to his incarnation was seen inserted in the center of the ritual, being used as a medium for summoning and the center of the formation.

This knight naturally doesn't have a good temper.

That was very important to her and could not be defiled.

Just as the Servant was about to vent her anger, she saw that figure after the thick ether fog dissipated.

"No, how could it be——"

The servant stood still as if turned into stone statues.

The murderous intent attached to the blade dissipated.

"Great! I thought it wouldn't work, or maybe I'd summon another Heroic Spirit. Apparently, with my luck, I'm not too bad at using the Heroic Spirit Summoning Ritual."

Moran walked out of the dispersing fog.

He just walked up to the sword tip pointing at him.

Thinking back, how long had it been since she last pointed a sword at me?

For her, she had been away for a long time.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a little guilty.

"Mordred, it's been...long time."

"Father... sir...?"

Mordred asked tremblingly.

The emerald green pupils beneath the helmet trembled along with the sword, as if expressing her inner turmoil at the moment.

She had imagined the scene of seeing him again countless times in her dreams.

But I didn't expect that we would meet again in anger.

"What's wrong? You, don't even recognize me?"

Moran showed a helpless smile.

All this was very much like the knight's memory of the man, awakening his first impression of warmth from the past.

In an instant, tears welled up in my eyes.

The summoned knight never imagined that they would meet again like this, and this was exactly what she wanted to achieve with the Holy Grail.

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Not many words were spoken.

In fact, there are too many things I want to say.

Once they opened their mouths, words would flow out automatically, one after another. This was true for both Moran and Mordred.

For example, he asked what happened to Britain after his death, whether everything was going well in the Sea of Stars, and whether Altria and the others could continue to move forward without his future.

The most important thing is whether she saw a beautiful future.

Is the death of the Innocent Knight valuable?

It was impossible to ask all these questions at once, as they were all things he would have to discuss with Mordred in the future.

At this moment, it is the actions that reveal the emotions.

This unruly and rebellious knight.

At this moment, the true appearance of the Liberation Helmet was revealed, a heroic, beautiful and never-fading face.

She shed tears, as if she had found a safe haven.

Throw herself into Moran's arms.

"Father...I miss you so much..."

"Yes, I miss you too, Mordred. From the very beginning, I established this Heroic Spirit Summoning Ceremony for my own selfish desires. No matter what, I want to see you again."

Moran reached out and wiped the tears from the girl's face.

There was deep emotion in his tone.

Up to now, the Holy Grail has not had much effect on Moran, but the stage of the Holy Grail War is what he needs.

The many loves I encountered in the simulation.

They were all the ones he wanted to see again.

This grand ceremony serves as a farewell venue, allowing them to reunite on this fantastic stage.

"But, you've all become independent knights. It's not okay for you to always rely on me like this."

"Well, this has nothing to do with me wanting to stay by your side. Even if someone says something, I can kill them in no time!"

"That's a very Mordred-like, violent statement."

"Hehe, I am who I am~!"

Mordred raised his head proudly.

He has a domineering spirit of conquering the world with a sword.

In the Round Table, she was the most rebellious knight, who once pointed the magic sword at King Arthur.

Tokiomi and Irisviel rushed over.

They made their judgment based on the armor on Mordred and the undeniable magical aura.

There was no doubt that this knight was the summoned Servant.

"I never imagined that they could reverse engineer the Heroic Spirit Summoning Technique solely with the seal left behind by the Great Grail of the Winter Wood. This kind of technology is something we might never be able to master even after decades..."

Tokiomi only felt awe for magical things.

At this point, he didn't even feel envious anymore.

Rather, they regarded it as a miracle.

He already regarded Moran as an incomparable being of the same level as the Demonic Marshal.

"Magician, don't compare your mediocre skills to my father's! A mere Heroic Spirit Summoning Technique, huh? Isn't that something he can do with ease?"

Mordred folded his arms proudly.

Indeed, as she said.