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Book 1: Chapter 31 Rother: Am I that kind of person?

Rosser's voice was calm, like a ghost drifting from history:

"It wasn't until... that the second-generation Sirius Warlord was shot down by the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow, which was also a Noble Phantasm, at Diaoyu City, that the Mongol westward expedition, which caused most of the world to wail, came to an end."

But the world was not saved as a result; it continued to fall into a state of confusion between humans and ghosts, and between life and death.

It wasn't until Emperor Yuanxian, in his quest for immortality, plundered the legendary vessel from Europe that held the blood of the Holy Son, and combined Eastern and Western magic to create the Holy Grail Ceremony...

But he, who created the Holy Grail ritual, did not expect that the one who would lift the omnipotent cup would not be him, who sought immortality, but a boy who had crawled out of hell after his entire family had been wiped out.

He vowed to re-divide life and death, banishing all ghosts from the mortal realm and completely ending the era of unleashed ghosts.

There was no need to say more; everyone guessed who this person was.

Throughout history, there has only been one emperor like Zhu Yuanzhang, both in China and the West.

Its incredible nature is akin to a refugee in Gaza, without any foreign assistance, defeating the United States, ending centuries of division among dozens of nations and ethnicities in the Arab world, unifying them into a single entity, surpassing China, and even bringing Russia under its wing...

Even more outrageous, the Russians and the Russians are actually the same ethnic group that has been separated for only thirty years, yet they are already irreconcilable enemies, which speaks volumes.

It's not surprising that someone like him defeated all his opponents, won the Holy Grail War, and didn't even wish for the world or immortality.

(This shouldn't be considered glorifying Zhu Yuanzhang, right? All the Servants in the Fate series have been glorified, even the promiscuous ones can be made virgins...)

How could two fifteen-year-old boys possibly withstand such a magnificent "history" that was even more epic than an epic poem?

My heart was filled with such excitement that I wished I could be reborn into that great era.

But then, Rosser changed the subject: "Of course, these things are not something you two brats should get involved in..."

He sat back down, the weariness of time and the smoke of battle fading from his body like the tide, and he returned to his lazy demeanor.

Hikigaya, Ayanokouji:......

You set off the firecrackers and then ran away, huh!

Are you a child?

Also, it turns out the Holy Grail War was actually successful! They thought it was some kind of world-ending device!

And the origins are quite different... compared to the magical rituals constructed by the starter family that they see in the game.

But Rosser clearly had no intention of explaining, and simply chuckled and said, "That's a story from almost a thousand years ago, and so-called omnipotence is always relative."

"The constraints left by the Holy Grail are becoming increasingly ineffective in restraining the existence of evil spirits, Hachiman, you know that too, right..."

Of course, it's clear.

After all, he also had a hobby of reading old news and had some understanding of what the world was like in the past.

All the legends, such as the Loch Ness Monster, the Yeti, evil spirits, and aliens, appeared at the end of the last century.

These all correspond to each other.

This can be interpreted as the limitations imposed by the Omnipotent Cauldron in the last Holy Grail War beginning to be broken.

At this moment.

Kiyotaka Ayanokoji suddenly asked, "Then what is the purpose of Chaldea, which you represent, teacher? To reignite the Holy Grail War and seal away the world of evil spirits?"

Hikigaya also looked up.

Yes.

What is Mr. Rosser's purpose?

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's gaze was deep and unsettling: "Rose-sensei isn't human from this world either, is he?"

ha?

What do you mean?

Hachiman Hikigaya looked at him in horror.

What the hell did you just say?

Rother smiled, picked up his coffee and took a sip: "Of course it's to save humanity. Haven't I said it before? Chaldea is the organization that maintains the survival of human history in various worlds."

Hachiman keenly realized that Rosser was referring to human reasoning, not the world or humanity.

What is human reason?

He couldn't help but ask.

"The rationale behind human existence."

Rosser raised his hand and said, "You can think of it as the world timeline itself."

The wrist is the main trunk, which extends downwards and separates into world lines that develop in different directions at different nodes.

Our human reasoning is the existence of humankind as a parasite on the main trunk, including any corner, which is history.

Whether in the past, present, or future, humanity must exist, and will continue to exist; this is the fundamental principle of humanity.

So grand.....

A word flashed through Hachiman's mind.

Past, future, present, any time and space—this scope is simply too vast.

Is it really possible?

Humanity....

"Well~~"

Rosser waved his hand: "You can think of it as simply saving the world. After all, from a human perspective, humans are the world."

Regardless of Japanese or American comics, the so-called saving or destroying the world mostly refers to humanity, doesn't it?

The difference in power required to destroy humanity versus destroying the world, even just Earth, is not simply a matter of one or two orders of magnitude.

That's a difference of trillions of times.

So...are you interested?

Rother rested his chin on his hand, lazily watching them: "Join Chaldea, become a probationary investigator, and fight to save all of humanity, or something like that."

Needless to say?

Who would pretend to know nothing and go back to playing house after learning so much, knowing that the world might be destroyed, or even almost dying at the hands of ghost stories or evil spirits?

Everyone wants to take control of their own destiny.

Hachiman and Ayanokouji exchanged a glance, stood up simultaneously, and solemnly said, "Yes, teacher (Mr. Roser), we wish to join Chaldea..."

As he spoke, Hachiman said somewhat awkwardly, "But saving humanity is too grand a goal. What I really want is the ability to protect my family, right, Ayanokouji?"

Ayako looked at him expressionlessly, then turned her head away: "I just wanted to protect myself."

"Is it?"

Rosser raised an eyebrow and said, "You guys don't think this is child's play, do you? Even if you're just an investigator, you need to be prepared to die."

"I....."

Hachiman was truly stumped by the question.

Someone who hasn't experienced it might blurt out that they're not afraid of death, but he really almost died not long ago.

The aura of death, the resentment and fear, still lingered in his heart.

but....,

Therefore.

Thinking of the helplessness I felt at that time, thinking of my adorable little girl, thinking of my parents who treated me differently but were actually good to me.

Hachiman clenched his fist: "Yes, Mr. Rosser, I am prepared for that."

Only after he spoke did he realize how dry his voice was.

At this moment.

Ayanokouji also raised her hand: "Um, although I'd like to, could you please not assign me any overly dangerous missions? And what about the benefits? You can't just treat us like expendable resources just because we're doing this for humanity, can you?"

Rother, who was just about to praise him, suddenly flew into a rage: "How did you know... Pah, who do you take me for? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

This is the main character, a valuable asset, how could it be wasted like this?

In just a short while, they've already provided him with several Heavenly Dao Jade!

Ayanokouji squinted at him.

What kind of respectable teacher would throw a fire dragon at their students?!

Volume 1: Chapter 32 Hikigaya: Is the commander really a big shot?

"Ahem... Anyway, young man, I see your resolve."

Rother stood up and patted Hachiman on the shoulder: "Now our Chaldea branch has four people, which is barely enough to be considered established. We can apply for support."

Hikigaya, Ayanokouji:?

what?

What do you mean?

They suddenly felt like they'd been tricked.

"That's great! Finally, someone's doing the odd jobs, and someone's doing the bait too."

Since he had already agreed, Rosser no longer concealed his intentions, and with an expression that seemed to say he had finally found a scapegoat to take the fall, he waved his hand dismissively.

"Don't worry, our benefits are excellent. Annual salary is ten million yen, year-end bonus is at least 9+1 (presumably referring to a bonus for the year's workdays plus one day's rest), five days on, two days off, four hours a day, holidays off, five social insurances and one housing fund, one-on-one medical service, and seventy days of paid annual leave..."

Hachiman's dead fish eyes had turned into the shape of money, and he was about to burst into tears and shout: Long live the commander!

Rosser then changed the subject: "Of course, that depends on the funds coming in."

Hachiman instantly calmed down.

Oh, just empty promises.

Rosser was perfectly justified.

Although he still has a billion in his pocket, that's his money, how could he possibly use it to contribute to all of humanity?

Does he seem like such a dedicated person?

Of course, you should find a sucker to scam... cough, ask him to contribute resources and funds.

"Let's go, I have a mission today."

Rosser walked out of the coffee shop, waved, and signaled his two newly recruited henchmen to follow him.

Behind.

Hikigaya and Ayanokoji squinted at him.

Okay, it's confirmed.

They were definitely on a sinking ship, and their boss was a pretty unreliable guy.

Also, please explain what "bait" means!

But saving the world...

Although they didn't show it, the two boys inexplicably felt as if some weight had been added to their shoulders.

Even those who were merely on the fringes felt different, experiencing a strange sense of responsibility and pressure.

So... what about him?

The two watched as the figure walked out of the coffee shop with light, quick steps.

The pressure on the teacher (Mr. Rosser) must be a thousand times, ten thousand times heavier than theirs.

Is Professor Rosser's ease and nonchalance a form of self-regulation, or is it that he considers things of this level to be utterly insignificant?

Despite having a lot of questions, the two obediently followed.

The voices of the two boys gradually faded into the distance.