Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Lord Julian, Lord Julian..."

However, after venting her "love" and calming down, Beatrice muttered to herself in a daze as she bent down, picked up the doll that had been torn apart by five horses, carefully put it into her bosom, and took it back to her room, intending to have someone carefully mend it in preparation for the next "intimate encounter".

Clearly, she had done this more than once, and the numerous fine stitches on the doll were probably the work of this violent little girl.

Some loves are destined to be a burden that humanity cannot bear.

"Ah!"

At the same time, Darius, the disheveled middle-aged man patrolling the corridor, felt a chill run down his spine for some reason and couldn't help but sneeze loudly, as if he sensed a kind of malice from the shadows.

Strange, why do I always have this bad feeling?

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be possible for the enemy's seven riders to find this place so quickly.

Could it be that……

Darius, utterly perplexed, glanced at the lights lit in each of the guest rooms, his brow furrowing.

In the bedroom at the end of the corridor, the Sajō sisters share a room.

"Sis, why are you here too?"

"Of course, it's because it's fun..."

Under the lamplight, Sajou Aika put down a rather old-fashioned knight novel she had found nearby, and answered with a smile, looking completely at ease.

"Imagine, on the eve of stepping into destiny, witnessing heroes and knights from different times and spaces take to the stage, fight for their respective wishes and ideals, and finally walk barefoot across the battlefield of blood and fire, searching for the shining fragments of azure silver from a desolate wasteland, holding the most dazzling light in the palm of your hand. Isn't that interesting?"

The innocent and pure-hearted girl spoke with deep emotion, her hands cupping her heart, her pretty face brimming with anticipation, as if she were a princess immersed in a dreamlike fairy tale kingdom.

"Aige, wake up!"

Hearing this intensely romantic and delusional fantasy, Ayaka Sajou couldn't help but rush forward, placing her hands on her older sister's slender shoulders and shaking her back and forth. She then brought back the cold reality to her sister, who was about to have an intermittent episode, and angrily reminded her in an almost shouting voice.

"Do you know how dangerous the Holy Grail War is? People can die at any moment!"

"Dizzy, dizzy, I feel lightheaded..."

Under her sister's torment, the Root Princess, whose head was swaying left and right, felt the world spinning before her eyes and couldn't help but beg for mercy repeatedly.

Seeing her older sister give up so easily, Ayaka Sajou released Aika Sajou with a look of disappointment and frustration. Her usual timidity vanished, and she put on a stern face, domineeringly scolding and ordering her once genius older sister.

"Listen to me, this isn't some childish story from your novel! People really can die! What will your parents do if something happens to you? Tomorrow morning, you'll quit, go home obediently, or you can continue your trip to Romania, understand?"

"And what about you, Ayaka?"

Faced with the aggressive rebuke, Aika Sajou was not annoyed, but blinked and asked in return.

"The Holy Grail War is not over yet, so of course I have to stay."

"Aren't you worried about dying here?"

"This is a magician's mission and a father's expectation. In short, just leave and don't worry about the rest."

Ayaka Sajou bit her cherry lips, remained silent for a moment, then interrupted her sister's question in a muffled voice, her face resolute.

Under the flickering lights, the girl's gaze swept over her older sister before quickly shifting elsewhere, clearly hesitant to speak.

In reality, whether it's responsibility or mission, this should be something that the older sister, Ayaka Sajou, should have shouldered.

However, the older sister, who was once known as a genius, became increasingly useless after studying at the Clock Tower, turning into a good-for-nothing shut-in.

Faced with his eldest daughter who lacks ambition and is rarely seen, even her father has given up on letting her inherit the family business.

Fortunately, after witnessing her sister's downfall, Ayaka Sajou, the younger sister, was inspired to work hard and took on the responsibility of reviving the family, thinking, "If I don't pull myself together, this family will...!!"

For a long time, Ayaka Sajou had been diligently training on the land directly above the dragon vein where the Sajou family lived. Through hard work, she had reached a good level in magic. The confidence and strength she gradually accumulated allowed her to accept the call of the Holy Grail War and her father's expectations.

After all, seeking the root cause and finding a remedy is the lifelong mission of magicians.

In a family, while some may enjoy a peaceful life, others must bear the burden and move forward.

If the answer isn't hers, then all these troubles will fall on...

"I don't want to go home and listen to their nagging. Here I have food and drink, books to read, and I don't have to pay anything. I think it's pretty good."

However, Ayaka Sajou's painstaking efforts were all in vain due to the resolute shake of her head by a certain lazybones.

"Fine, whatever you want..."

Faced with such a troublesome older sister, Ayaka Sajou was on the verge of tears and could only surrender under her sister's persistent pleading, accepting the situation.

Anyway, her older sister had already fallen out with their father over inheritance rights and ambition, and had been cut off from his financial support. That's why she clung to her and spent her days just loafing around.

If we just send her home like that, who knows what kind of trouble she'll cause.

It's safer to keep it close at hand.

But when she thought of the cruel nature of the Holy Grail War, Ayaka Sajou was still worried, so she couldn't help but put her hands on her hips and repeatedly give him instructions, full of urgency.

"However, if you stay here, you should behave yourself, don't wander off, and don't take the lead!"

"Yes, no problem. There are books to read and food to eat. I won't get tired of staying here, no matter how long I stay."

Sajo Aika sat upright, nodding frequently like a well-behaved child.

Hearing such a lazy, unambitious remark, Ayaka Sajou felt utterly exhausted. She didn't know whether to cry or laugh. She could only rub her stiff cheeks, force a gentle smile, and drag her weary body to her side.

There's no way around it; we've dealt with this one, but there's another problem inside the house.

Kama, the Assassin's Servant, or perhaps she should be called Sakura, is the youngest daughter of the Tohsaka family, a person possessed by a spirit, and a problem child who ran away from home for unknown reasons.

Chapter 200: Overthrowing the Elder Sister's Tyranny and Rebuilding the Glory of the Sisterhood! (6k)

As Ayaka Sajou crawled into the side room to help her servant with her psychological issues, Attila, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV and eating jerky from a plate, turned her head and tilted her head in confusion to ask.

"Why didn't you tell her that you participated in the Holy Grail War for her sake?"

"That was true before, but now, it's not necessarily true."

Saya Aika held the knight novel in her arms, closed her eyes and fantasized, a strong longing and anticipation appearing on her pretty face.

Your Highness, my Prince, is the only one!

"Since you want to keep the Sajou family away from the Holy Grail War, then just follow your father's arrangements, become the head of the family, and restrain your family members from participating in the war, wouldn't that solve the problem?"

Attila thought of another key point in the sisters' argument and couldn't help but scratch her head and mutter to herself.

"This is an option that is absolutely forbidden."

Sajou Aika put down the knight novel in her hand, slowly opened her eyes, and a meaningful smile appeared on her pure and pretty face.

"If I take on this responsibility, they will all die..."

"Is this the future you see?"

Attila seemed thoughtful. She was no stranger to the legendary talent of clairvoyance, and as far as she knew, her Master had a very high level of expertise in it.

"Just one possibility..."

Sajou Aika rested her chin on her hand and spoke casually.

"However, that kind of thing is too troublesome, and I'm too lazy to gamble."

Then, when it came to serious matters, the Root Princess, with her characteristic lazy and carefree attitude, picked up the book she was reading halfway through, picked up a snack and put it in her mouth. Her eyes sparkled, and she gestured excitedly as she described her ideal life to her servant.

"Besides, think about it. Compared to taking on responsibilities and staying in the magic workshop all day, thinking about things like origins and missions, isn't it better to have food and drink, books to read, and not have to work?"

Attila looked at the snacks that had been silently taken from her plate with a look of regret, then looked up at her self-righteous Master with suspicion in her eyes, muttering to herself.

Is it possible that she gave up her position as head of the family simply to find a suitable excuse for herself to lie low?

Meanwhile, lie on your side.

"That's right, I hate genius older sisters the most! They have everything, but they still have to take away our favorite things!"

The black-haired loli, who had been feeling uneasy and sullen at the edge of the bed, clenched her fists and couldn't help but feel indignant at the common enemy after her Master's heartfelt comfort.

Immediately, under the influence of divine power, the little girl's black hair gradually turned cherry red, and her blood-red eyes reignited her burning fighting spirit.

"Therefore, I must prove myself stronger than them! I must obtain the Holy Grail with my own hands! In the end, I will make them all know what regret truly means!"

"Yes, overthrow the tyranny of our elder sister! Let them know that we younger sisters are not to be trifled with either!"

In the inexplicably passionate atmosphere, even though she tried her best to catch up and shoulder all the burdens, she was still often compared to her older sister by her dissatisfied father, which made her feel hurt. She couldn't help but feel excited, grabbed Sakura Tohsaka's hand, pointed out the window, raised her arms and shouted, making a declaration of the oppressed.

At that moment, the sudden noise caused the owner of the Linglong Pavilion in the next bedroom to tremble involuntarily, and his originally elegant brushstrokes turned into an indistinguishable blot of ink.

Why are those two daughters of the Satiao family crying and howling so loudly at night instead of sleeping?

With a calm and peaceful demeanor, like a scholar-magician, he couldn't help but bulge the veins on his forehead as he saw his efforts fall short. It took him a while to calm his frustrated mood. While secretly cursing in his heart, he helplessly crumpled the badly written calligraphy into a piece of waste paper and threw it into the trash can. He then turned to look at his servant in the living room, who was brewing a cup of fragrant tea and sitting on the sofa, quietly flipping through a book.

"By the way, Caster, where's Misaya?"

"Miss seems to have gone to the Ainsworth family's public library with Lancer to borrow some books."

"This child, really. It's so late, and she's still working so hard. I always tell her that even a magician should have a normal life, and she should rest properly when she needs to."

"Diligence is an excellent quality."

Upon hearing Paracelsus's reply, the owner of the Linglong Pavilion coughed lightly, appearing indifferent on the surface, but secretly overjoyed.

As expected, Misaya is the one who makes things easier for me.

Sato Hiroki, at least in terms of teaching my daughter, I've won.

Driven by the innate human tendency to compare, the owner of Linglong Pavilion, who was often overshadowed by his old rival in the magic world, found a breakthrough and was in high spirits, unable to help but feel smug.

Meanwhile, at the Ainsworth family home, in the underground public library.

The dim light flickered, and a slender figure sat at the table, resting her chin on her hand, engrossed in flipping through a very old manuscript, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

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Without a doubt, Paracelsus von Holmheen was a true saint in the secular sense.

His heart was so noble that he could hardly bear any misfortune he witnessed. Relying on his astonishing drive and overly stubborn nature, he did far too many things that he shouldn't have been able to accomplish.

Originally, he simply walked among the common people, practicing medicine and saving lives. Relying on his unconventional skills and knowledge, he saved many impoverished and weak lives. For him, as a magician, this action also had tangible benefits for his research. More than a magician, he could deeply feel the existence of "humanity" through his patients—his own research into alchemy was extremely pure and sincere, and he would likely become a renowned figure for future generations.

At the same time, he never neglected his concern for the students in the clock tower. When talking about his students, a gentle, star-like glow would appear on his face, and a pleasant smile would appear on his lips, as if he were talking about his own offspring with confidence and tenderness.

The revitalizer of his family, a prodigy on whom the magic world pins its hopes, and an incredibly reliable mentor in the eyes of the Clock Tower's students—

No one could have predicted what would happen later.

But who can know why a highly regarded and prestigious magician would gradually cross the line of taboos and even become an object of the Magic Association's urgency to eliminate?

For a magician, advocating for the plight of the unrelated lower classes was already an overly conspicuous act; yet his compassion remained unwavering despite admonitions from his family, uttering phrases like "for all people, for human society," and leaving behind numerous medical writings—though these were done with the same unreserved dedication as when educating his students. In his quest to enlighten the public and achieve genuine medical reform, he committed a magician's cardinal sin: incorporating various mystical elements into his work.

How could he not know that this could very well lead to his death?!

However, this hypocritical magician, who should have been respected by the world, has been questioned by both the secular world and the magicians' association.

His radical and novel views stung the medical authorities who adhered to the revivalist approach, and he was cursed as "mad cow" and "the wild ass of Eindhoven"; the usually modest and prudent magician refused to back down on this point, which made the conflict even more intense.

With the publication of a series of academic books, led by "Archidoxen," the Magic Association finally made a decision.

Investigate and eliminate Paracelsus.

On September 23, 1541, my colleagues and I traveled to Salzburg to handle an operation.

This time, the target might be a bit tricky, so we must not let our guard down.

I gave this advice to my less experienced colleagues. They were new to this work and didn't understand how formidable a skilled magician could be.

Even so, I still have enough confidence in myself. If the other side is trying to create a smokescreen to mislead us, they've miscalculated. Over the years, I've seen too many futile, desperate struggles, and have long since hardened my heart.

Since taking action during the day might attract unnecessary trouble, after arriving in Salzburg, we first found a place to stay and whiled away the time in a hotel. According to our investigation, Paracelsus was only a few kilometers away from our lodging—I wasn't worried about being detected and having to devise any contingency plans; the Mage's Association had already considered this and had made special modifications to our mage-specific combat suits, so this distance was absolutely safe.

During this time, I patiently browsed through the information about this potential partner.

Frankly, most magicians who need to be dealt with have committed undeniable evils against secular society, and very few are simply for revealing secrets. Even more ridiculous, according to this information, did Paracelsus himself do these things with the intention of dying for them?

No, this is clearly a very strange thing. It is absurd to judge the magician's actions by ordinary moral standards, and it is also incomprehensible to include such subjective coloring in the submitted report.

Rather than pursuing something as pointless as saving the world, I'm more inclined to believe that Paracelsus was secretly involved in some shady secret society and deliberately leaked secrets to attract the attention of the Magic Association—what was he planning to do with it?

Ultimately, this is just my subjective conjecture. But when it comes to magicians, pursuing their roots should be their only wish and destiny—at the very least, to pass on their bloodline and carry on the imprint of their family line.

He was unmarried, and the investigation revealed no illegitimate children. His social circle was also nonexistent; his few friends were mostly his patients. Furthermore, the investigation showed they knew nothing about magic.

A strange sense of unease washed over me in an instant. I tried to understand what the meaning of life was for this person who was about to die.

The time for action is almost here.