Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

In the instant that the rain of light shot out, the world around Pandora was dyed with the corresponding colors, reconstructing the world's "foundation".

At the same time, the intersecting halos of light converged above the head of the Calamity Witch, transforming into a colorful four-colored crown, which paid homage and cheered for the monarch who ruled over them.

Elemental Crown!

Upon seeing this, Tokiomi Tohsaka, Maris Billy, Waver, and other magicians, as well as Alexander the Conqueror, all changed color and were filled with shock.

This is a legendary talent that exists only in legends. Only spellcasters who can perfectly control and manipulate the four elements can possess such a phenomenon.

Those who can freely manipulate the four elements, even mortals, can become gods!

Throughout history, magicians possessing this qualification have been few and far between.

Among them, the most famous is Aristotle, the ancient Greek who proposed the theory of four elements (Aristotle appears and is introduced in Book III, The Battle of Thermopylae).

Clearly, Pandora, who "possesses all talents," also has this superhuman ability.

Furthermore, having integrated her own concept into the ley lines of Fuyuki City, transforming this land into her divine domain, Pandora's magical talent and innate ability to control magic have increased exponentially with her all-out efforts.

At this moment, the Calamity Witch, crowned by the aura of the four elements, swung her right arm forward.

In an instant, the earth's fire and wind surged ceaselessly, the world lost its color, and falling meteors, burning apocalyptic flames, frigid vacuum storms, and frost-covered, bone-chilling ice spikes filled the surrounding space, showcasing a scene of apocalypse.

"Whoosh!"

However, just as the newly crowned god on this land was trying to show off his power to others, a sharp sound pierced the air.

"Buzz!"

A streak of silvery light, as powerful as thunder and as swift as a shooting star, resembled a colossal pillar anchoring heaven and earth in the primordial era. Wherever it passed, the surging elements of earth, fire, wind, and water all subsided and calmed down.

"puff!"

The four colors blurred and dissipated, and the world returned to silence and tranquility.

tick...

A trickle of crimson blood dripped from the silver-white gun handle onto the ground, staining the scorched mud with sorrowful, blood-red plum blossoms.

The Holy Lance, Rungomminiad...

The Tower of the End, the Anchor of the End, binds the world together, inside and out.

Suppressing the unrest caused by fire, water, and feng shui is naturally a piece of cake.

Another natural counter...

If this person were not the newly born saintess of the Einberen family, this attack would probably have been aimed at her heart rather than her shoulder.

The Calamity Witch, her shoulder pierced, coughed up a trickle of blood. Dragging her swaying body, she looked up at her former nurture, who stood in mid-air with wings that divided light and darkness, her body like a jewel. Long-forgotten memories flooded her mind, and her ruby-like eyes were filled with resentment.

Why should you dictate my destiny?!

Why should you decide my future?!

Why do you always have to be the one who gets to be superior to me?!

That's so unfair...

No matter what, I'm going to win today!

"puff!"

The Witch of Calamity painfully pulled the holy spear piercing her shoulder. Her blood-stained right arm grasped the golden goblet hanging before her. She twisted her wrist, and the overflowing evil of this world dripped from the goblet's walls, sprinkling down to her feet, corroding the earth, and flowing into the spiritual veins.

In an instant, the malice that cursed all things dissolved everything within that golden cup.

The earth is collapsing, the spiritual veins are in disarray, and the four elements that constitute the world are surging ceaselessly.

Suddenly, the entire city of Fuyuki, and this man-made world of gods, resembled a bomb about to engulf everything around it.

At that moment, the delicate hand that held the Holy Grail relaxed it with a playful air.

The container, laden with the evils of this world, fell to the ground like a burning torch being thrown into a warehouse full of gunpowder.

"laugh!"

Upon seeing this, the ancient serpent's expression changed drastically. Its wings flapped and transformed into a red and black stream of light, plummeting towards the falling golden cup, creating sonic booms and instantly breaking through the barriers of time and space.

"Snapped!"

Finally, at the last second, the fingers that had been lifted from the ground managed to barely grasp the golden cup that was about to fall.

But at the same time, the Calamity Witch suddenly looked up, her lips curving into a pleased smile. A dagger with an irregularly shaped crystalline blade silently slid into her palm. Her left hand, hidden behind her back, drew a concealed arc, circling around Samael's lower back.

The anti-god weapon, forged from the remains of a wandering star, can easily penetrate a god's body and suppress his divinity.

Even the kings of the various divine eras and the former holy sword wielders could not escape it.

Someone had already enjoyed it before.

However, having enjoyed it means having suffered losses, and one will be more cautious.

Using the same trick twice on the same person, especially someone with deep thoughts, is quite foolish.

The instant his right hand gripped the cup handle, Samael abruptly looked up, and with his left hand, which was also free, he thrust forward with a raised arm.

"puff!"

A moment later, the dull thud of a blade piercing flesh echoed, and two figures stood still, their eyes meeting.

That distance was closer than ever before since they had been separated for a thousand years.

tick...

Crimson drops of blood slid down from mid-air and disappeared into the dust.

The man lowered his head, his gaze fixed.

At his lower back, a weapon was held upside down, its blade pointing outwards; and in his hand, the [Charm of All Laws] that he had taken from Angelica was piercing into the soft, unguarded abdomen before him.

pat...

The irregularly shaped crystal dagger fell from the loosened, pale fingers into the mud, its light extinguished.

Her slender arms wrapped around the man's lower back and gently pulled him closer.

But this time, he was not met with a sharp blade.

With her head lowered, a moist kiss landed on Samael's forehead, slightly icy and slightly warm.

For a moment, the lips parted.

"Why……"

The stunned man stared at the Calamity Witch before him, whose black color was gradually fading, his voice hoarse.

"Because, I love you..."

The witch tilted her head, blinked, and gave the same answer with a bright smile. Her ruby ​​eyes looked at the face in front of her, and she couldn't help but show a hint of tenderness and annoyance.

To deceive others, you must first deceive yourself.

But many things cannot be faked, especially... feelings...

In the process of carrying out this fraud, Pandora finds herself seemingly falling for it as well.

"Congratulations, you have once again prevented the destruction of the world, dear Messiah."

The Witch of Calamity raised her hand and cupped the face that was filled with three parts stiffness, six parts confusion, and one part bitterness, and smiled slightly, like a goddess praising a hero.

"As a reward, accept this gift and don't let her down..."

Then, as if she had thought of something, Pandora lowered her head and leaned in to whisper in her ear, her moving lips revealing a half-teasing, half-mocking admonition.

"Also, don't be easily fooled by other bad women in the future, Father..."

As the sound faded, the blackness on the Heavenly Robe faded away, and the beautiful head, no longer supported, gently rested on Samael's shoulder. The light in the depths of her ruby ​​eyes was extinguished, and a faint, enigmatic smile hung at the corners of her mouth as she fell into a tranquil slumber.

Tiny specks of silvery dust drifted down from that slender figure, merging into the air, the river, and the earth.

Faintly, everyone seemed to sense that beneath this scorched earth, a glimmer of life was brewing.

Meanwhile, the red and black markings on the bodies of the Heroic Spirits and Servants, who were controlled by the will of the Holy Grail, dimmed and disappeared, and their dormant thoughts returned. They looked at each other with confusion, astonishment, or relief.

Amidst the ruins, a delicate figure, her wounds gradually healing and her heart beating strongly, opened her ruby-red eyes, shook her groggy head, and looked blankly at the familiar figure before her, murmuring in confusion.

"Samael, what... what's wrong with me?"

"It's nothing, welcome back, Alice."

The ancient serpent gently shook its head, tenderly helping the newly awakened Irisviel to her feet, and led her toward the crowd that had gathered to avert the catastrophe.

However, as he started to move forward, Samael subconsciously looked back, his complicated gaze sweeping over the filthy land. His lips moved slightly, but eventually closed tightly, falling silent, leaving only a self-mocking sigh.

Does being born of sin mean being utterly evil?

No matter how deep the darkness, there will always be a final glimmer of light.

Perhaps I was wrong.

Recalling his past boasts, the ancient serpent fell silent, raising his hand to gently touch his chest, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

"Om..."

Just as Samael was in turmoil, the golden cup in his hand hummed and trembled, as if mourning the passing of its master.

That person is gone; let us move on to what lies before us.

Samael took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

With a troubled mind, he turned to look at the Master in the crowd who had opened the ceremony, and smiled faintly as he pondered.

"Master, thank you for your companionship along the way. Now, according to the oath, it is my turn to fulfill my promise."

Fulfilling a promise?

Tokiomi Tohsaka was momentarily dazed, then suddenly snapped back to reality, his eyes wide with astonishment.

In other words, to see the root cause?!

How can this be done!

The magician looked up stiffly, his face filled with disbelief.

Samael picked up the golden goblet in his hand, tilted his head back, and drank the liquid spiritual particles that had transformed into pure nectar in the goblet in one gulp. He suppressed the bitterness in his heart, absorbed the magical power gathered in the entire Fuyuki City, and his divine power surged exponentially within him.

"Enjoy this, as it unveils the surface of the world and reveals the truth hidden beneath..."

The ancient serpent murmured leisurely, then raised its hand and pulled out the holy spear Rungominiad, which was stuck in the mud. It looked up at the open hole in the sky, its vertical pupils splitting into petal-shaped cross-shaped patterns of light, and its lips and teeth moved.

"—Holy Lance, pull anchor!"

In an instant, accompanied by the deep chanting of divine words, the thirteen light patterns from the hilt to the tip of the spear converged, and a beam of blazing white light shot out from the holy spear in Samael's hand.

Light tore through space, tore through time, and connected the entire world.

hum!

The obscure and profound sound echoed out, and the blazing white light flowed into the open Heavenly Aperture, with rings of blazing white light spreading in all directions from the Heavenly Aperture.

Strands of golden sunlight pierced through the dense dark clouds, falling upon the earth and sweeping away the accumulated gloom.

Looking up, everyone was astonished to find that the dark hole of light piercing the sky was overflowing with dazzling golden light.

The servants bathed in light felt as if they were soaking in a hot spring, with warm currents flowing into their limbs and bones, giving their originally illusory bodies a sense of indescribable reality.

This is... a rebirth of flesh!

All!

In a daze, everyone realized the changes in themselves. One by one, they looked at their newborn bodies through the sunlight. Overjoyed, they were filled with disbelief and looked at the Holy Spirit, who was bathed in light, holding the Cup of Heaven and the Holy Lance, and who was performing miracles.

Click!

However, before everyone present could process the shock of this resurrection, the world shattered like glass, as if a thick barrier had been suddenly breached. Endless starlight fell from the sky, and streams of spiritual energy surged from the earth's veins.

At the same time, the rhythmic, blazing white light, centered on the Holy Lance, swept outwards in all directions, stirring up fierce ethereal storms wherever it passed.

Amidst the twisting and turning, wedges of light, interwoven with blue and white divine runes, emerged one after another from all over the world.

They are rooted in the fertile soil of Mesopotamia;

Or it may have originated from the seabed of Atlantis;

Or perhaps it stands deep in the mountains of Persia;

Or perhaps built in the arid deserts of Arabia;