Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Whether or not the Pandora's Box exists, human suffering has never increased or decreased.

Whether hope exists or not, these ants, tenaciously struggling to survive on the ground, have never given up.

Perhaps, only when these self-proclaimed saviors, who call themselves partners of justice, abandon their self-pity, lower their proud heads from the clouds, and look down upon the masses in the soil, will they realize...

Humanity does not need salvation from others.

In fact, the human race might be better off without these righteous partners.

Pandora glanced at the "savior" who was engrossed in his own grand script, shook her head inwardly, and couldn't help but recall a conversation she had had on a whim a thousand years ago.

"I am merely a vessel for amplifying calamities; you can never eradicate human suffering at its root."

"So what? Even gods have their rise and fall, why can't humans withstand the trials and tribulations of life?"

"As the creator of humankind, doesn't your conscience bother you when you see them suffering?"

"Anyway, I haven't seen it yet. I'll talk about it when I do. Besides, kindness is a virtue that everyone should strive to cultivate. But sometimes, being too stubborn can backfire, leading to committing evil deeds in the name of kindness."

"What should we do then?"

"Give up the urge to help others and respect the fate of others."

The savior who once saved the Greek people, watched them grow, and then chose to let go, spoke these words under the moonlight to a witch of calamity imprisoned on an island.

Perhaps this answer offers valuable lessons for those self-satisfied and self-indulgent "partners of justice."

Oh, right.

The last person to harbor such a delusion was... Machiri Zorgen.

However, that person seemed to have deteriorated more quickly and thoroughly.

Lost in thought, a sudden feeling of pity welled up in my heart.

Pandora lowered her head and looked at Darius beside her, asking in a low voice.

"Is it worth it? To sacrifice the bloodlines of thousands of generations of your descendants to achieve your 'salvation'?"

"For the sake of humanity's salvation, all sacrifices are worthwhile! I believe they will understand."

Darius answered without hesitation, his eyes filled with twisted obsession and fanaticism.

"Savior"? How arrogant...

Aren't your descendants part of humanity, part of the people you should save?

You're clearly just trying to "save yourself" and fulfill your "desire to save yourself."

Pandora sneered, a mocking glint in her eyes as she gazed up at the dark sky.

It seems that this broken man is destined to ignore such advice.

Because compared to how many lives would be lost in this upheaval, what he could least accept was that "the story couldn't continue," and his mission to save the world could not continue.

Therefore, he would not allow anyone to disrupt his plans, not even the person who gave him the Pandora's Box.

After a brief pause, the man snapped back to reality and asked about the issues he was concerned about, thus steering the conversation back on track.

"Your Highness, what are your plans next?"

"Since I can't go to him, then let him come to me."

Pandora lowered her voice, her eyes filled with meaning. She raised her fingers slightly in mid-air, then slowly released them. Five teardrop-shaped gold crystals floated upwards and disappeared into the rotating black cube in the blink of an eye.

"In that case, would we also need Beatrice and Angelica..."

Darius gazed at the five Holy Grail drops floating in mid-air, their light reflecting off each other. He raised his hand to stroke his chin, his eyes gleaming, a hint of cruelty and ruthlessness flashing deep within his dark eyes.

"No need, this is enough."

Pandora immediately lost interest and waved her hand dismissively.

"Alright, you may leave, Julian."

The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback, and after a moment of hesitation, he finally realized what was happening.

Julian Ainsworth, this is the body he currently inhabits, a very weak and immature child.

Tsk, it's clear that his young age is the reason why his soul's capacity is insufficient to accommodate his spiritual replacement.

It seems that the most appropriate way to select the next host is to let him grow to a certain level before replacing him.

Darius, deep in thought, frowned inwardly, made up his mind, and then turned and left.

As the man's hunched figure gradually disappeared at the end of the spiral staircase, the seemingly weary Calamity Witch yawned, closed her eyes again, and appeared to fall back into a deep sleep.

Beneath the pillar of black light, a small, transparent humanoid silhouette quietly turned out of the Star Palace and made its way to a corner of the tower's spire.

Wow...

When the invisibility cloak, secretly taken from the Gate of Babylon to conceal her presence and figure for tracking purposes, was unveiled, Beatrice, dressed in a red and black Gothic Lolita outfit and holding a parasol, gazed wistfully at the hunched figure walking towards the courtyard, her face gloomy, and murmured silently.

Darius…Ainsworth…

Julian…sir…

The ancestor of the Ainsworth family, a man who had long since died, was somehow able to reappear in the world through the bloodline of his descendants using a substitution magic that defied common sense.

Unexpectedly, a surprise follow-up led to such groundbreaking news.

The violent little girl, whose expression was unpredictable, turned her back and bit her fingers hard. Even though her fingertips were bleeding from being bitten by her sharp teeth, she remained oblivious, her gaze conflicted and hesitant.

Meanwhile, in Fuyuki City.

"Stab!"

A black Mercedes performed a beautiful drift, and the luxury sedan, which had come to a steady stop downstairs, opened its door.

"arrive?!"

Just as Irisviel, sitting in the back seat, was gazing at the peacefully sleeping face on her lap and hesitating whether to wake her, Samael sprang up like a spring, his eyes flashing with a glint of cunning.

"Why don't you rest in the car for a while, and we'll go upstairs and take a look?"

Irisviel felt a little reluctant and wanted to take on the task of the investigation.

"Don't worry, I'm fully recovered after a good night's sleep!"

Samael stretched his limbs, smiled reassuringly, then got out of the car, looked up at the room upstairs, his gaze deep.

"Besides, it's more appropriate for me to go there in person."

Tsk tsk, this time it's my turn to pursue you, Your Highness.

Looking at the scene that seemed like yesterday, the ancient snake muttered to itself, composed itself, and started going upstairs.

I hope you can give me this chance, Ai Ge.

Chapter 206 Love Song, You Understand Me (4.2k)

In a two-bedroom rental apartment in Fuyuki City.

Samael pushed open a door, turned on the light, and stepped inside.

The small pink apartment is simply and quietly decorated, with slightly wilted green plants on the windowsill, bookshelves piled up in the corner, and a bed with plush toys and pillows... You can see everything at a glance.

Unexpectedly, this is how I entered the boudoir of the Root Princess.

Samael muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over the few suspicious pieces of white silk fabric haphazardly tucked under the corner of the blanket before landing on the low desk placed in the center.

It seems that a girl's room is not necessarily clean and tidy.

After a brief pause, just as Gu She casually picked up the half-open light novel on the table, a paper bookmark floated down.

On the back of the bookmark, several intricate and ever-changing symbols form a petal-shaped emblem.

If a princess enters the castle and longs for the arrival of a prince, she will surely receive some hints as the journey is long and fraught with danger.

Whether it's a fairy tale or reality, it's no exception.

Samael bent down to pick up the bookmark from the ground, his gaze sweeping over the dense runes inside the emblem's petals. He flicked a corner of the bookmark with his finger, a pleased smile playing on his lips.

It seems the beacon has been found.

Then, I will come to pick you up soon, Your Highness.

Meanwhile, next door.

The half-open curtains fluttered gently in the breeze. Artoria, who was in charge of searching this bedroom, stood by the window for a long time, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun. Her brows furrowed and relaxed, as if troubled by something. Her golden eyes, which looked down at the bustling city streets, seemed to have lost focus.

"Saber? Saber...Saber!"

After an unknown amount of time, the increasingly loud shouts from behind finally woke Artoria, who was lost in thought by the window.

The Knight King snapped out of his daze and quickly turned to ask.

"Huh? Alice, did you call me?"

“Saber, you seemed distracted on the way back from the Reiryukan Dojo. What’s wrong? Is something on your mind? Should we rest here for a bit?”

Irisviel, who had roughly searched the room, put down the trinkets she was carrying, came forward, and inquired with concern.

"It's nothing, I just..."

The Knight King gently shook his head, then bit his cherry lips tightly, lowered his head, and lowered his voice.

"Sorry……"

Irisviel was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, tilting her head in surprise as she examined her somewhat unusual Servant.

Why are you suddenly saying all this?

"Damn it! Arthur! It's all that guy's fault!"

Artoria's expression shifted rapidly as she slammed her fist into the wall, her taut face filled with shame and indignation.

"I am clearly your servant! I am clearly the sword you trust most! I am clearly the servant you formed a bond with! Yet, when you needed me most, I actually... hesitated! This is simply unforgivable!"

"this is not your fault……"

"No, Alice, you don't need to make excuses for me! When facing danger, I should have been the one standing in front of you, but an outsider beat me to it. That's my dereliction of duty!"

The Knight King shook his head firmly, his golden eyes filled with frustration at his own incompetence.

"No, I'm the one who should be apologizing..."

However, faced with Artoria's depressed self-loathing, Irisviel stepped forward, gently cupped the Knight King's face, which was buried in shame, with her warm hands, and shook her head with a smile.

"Because it was I who hesitated."

During the battle at the Reiryukan Dojo, the Ainsworth family members who wanted to take her away mentioned a term—the Lesser Grail.

In the Holy Grail War, the Einzbern family usually provides a "minor Grail." On the surface, the minor Grail is what we call a "wish-granting machine" that can grant wishes. It is also a device for storing the souls of deceased Servants and a necessary device for achieving the third magic.

In addition, the Lesser Grail also serves as a "key," allowing the final victor to unlock the Greater Grail within the Great Hollow Cave of Mount Enzo and obtain the reward.

Therefore, in a sense, the Holy Grail War is a game of vying for the Lesser Grail, the "key".

Before the Fourth Holy Grail War, the Lesser Grail was a physical object. However, due to the damage to the Lesser Grail during the Third Holy Grail War, the Einzbern family, in order to avoid a similar situation, used artificial life technology to create self-managing "living Lesser Grails" based on Justeza, the Winter Saint. They are generally called Grail Guardians, which is Irisviel in front of us.

According to the pre-set procedure, this "key" that unlocks the Greater Grail is destined to be accompanied by a glorious mission, and as the Holy Grail War comes to an end, it will gradually move towards its conclusion.

Created by the Einzberns as a tool to save humanity, it did not resist the call of the Creator, but calmly faced death.

Even so, using Command Seals to order Servants to commit suicide or to remain still would be the right choice for a created being.

But at the very moment she was about to be taken away, Irisviel hesitated.

The Master's emotions and decisions also influence the Servant's choices.

"Actually, I was very scared at that time..."

The silver-haired beauty gently brushed aside a stray strand of hair from her ear, a slight blush spreading across her fair cheeks.

"I'm afraid of this ending, afraid of dying."

As she murmured, Irisviel covered her agitated heart with her hand, gently biting her cherry lips with her pearly teeth, and gazed intently at the knight princess before her with her ruby-red eyes.

"Probably because if I die, I'll never see you again, never see Sera and Liselle, and never see him again..."

The Winter Saintess's voice lowered, and her slightly flushed face was filled with a deep sense of self-mockery.

"You wouldn't believe it, would you? The dolls created for this purpose are actually afraid of their mission and have chosen to shamefully evade it."

"Who says the Creator has the right to control the fate of his creations? God created man; if man had been obedient, he should have perished in the great catastrophe unleashed by the gods long ago! Even ants cling to life, so what's wrong with being alive!"