Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

And now, through the magician's intervention, he has finally brought to a close a thousand years of solitude.

A beautiful pause.

In the coming period, the world will likely undergo a dramatic transformation and experience much turmoil.

However, that's not his concern.

Even if Zelrich of the Clock Tower and the French Emperor of the Vatican came to block his door, begging him to be lenient, he would have a reason to make excuses.

After all, the pursuit of the root cause was Tokiomi Tohsaka's own desire and his plea for the Holy Grail; what did it have to do with him?

If there's a problem, find the culprit; it's all Tokiomi's fault!

At this moment, after being tricked by his own Master several times, the scoundrel who successfully threw the huge, dark pot of hiding mystery and disrupting world harmony onto Tokiomi Tohsaka's head secretly chuckled, the corners of his lips curving into an extremely unscrupulous arc.

However, a certain Master of the Tohsaka family was completely unaware of this and was still gazing with fascination at the light of truth flowing from the hole in the sky.

Similarly, after a series of changes, the Heroic Spirits and Masters who unknowingly became accomplices all gazed with burning desire at the figure standing beneath the hole in the sky, dividing light and darkness.

Pull out the Tower of the End that binds the Age of Gods, maintain the present-day Tower of the End, and let the silent world be reborn!

At this moment, the man's identity is already obvious.

Thinking of their previous promise, everyone felt a mix of trepidation and longing, with a hidden sense of piety and awe in their hearts.

“Then, as agreed, it is my turn to fulfill my oath, everyone.”

Seemingly out of a pang of conscience, or perhaps overwhelmed by guilt, Samael, who had successfully dragged a whole bunch of people into this mess, looked at the group of hardworking, foolish deer before him who had helped him conquer Ainsworth, completed his experiments, and then each had taken the blame for their own actions. With a solemn and holy expression, he poured the blazing white spiritual liquid from the golden goblet in his hand into the earth's veins.

hum!hum!hum!hum!

Instantly, amidst the overflowing joy and excitement on everyone's faces, the heavens and earth resonated, and beams of light descended from the clouds, surrounding the opened [Heavenly Hole], constructing a palace independent of the world, enveloping each yearning supplicant within.

Bathed in the sunlight, the ancient serpent split into several beams of light, each heading towards a newly constructed confessional, listening to the cries from the mortal world.

The deep walnut-colored stone pavilion is decorated with malachite, jade, and agate artifacts, while the three iron gates in the distance and the Astra sculpture on the outside bring a sense of solemnity.

This is a scene captured from the Winter Palace.

“Anassitacia, this is where the souls of your parents rest, one in Italy and the other in Finland.”

A phantom figure materialized on the walnut furniture, picked up a silver long-necked pot, poured herself a cup of hot honey water, took a sip, and savored the Russian flavor from the memories of this Russian princess. Then she put down the teacup, extended her right hand, and the floating light and shadow condensed into two colorful seeds of light in her palm.

“Here, take the memories of your parents that I pieced together from your sea of ​​consciousness. If you use them on them, they might be able to recall some of the past. As for how much they can remember, mortal souls lack resilience, and I can’t guarantee that.”

Samael tossed the two memory chips to the princess sitting opposite him, who was nervously clutching the puppet in her arms. She instinctively took the two chips as if they were priceless treasures, her eyes glistening with tears.

"Well then, the road ahead is still long, let's go."

After paying the fee, the ancient serpent drank the hot honey water in the cup in one gulp, got up and stepped out of the stone pavilion, where a magnificent door took shape at the end of the light.

Father……

Mother……

And there's a younger brother, a younger sister...

Overwhelmed with mixed emotions, the Russian princess snapped out of her daze, suppressed her excited thoughts, and jogged to catch up with the guiding light and shadow.

In a high-tech reception room, Samael glanced at the snow-covered world outside through the sealed glass window, then turned and tossed the data formed from his memories to the Celestial Sovereign across the table.

“Marisbury, congratulations on becoming the first director of the Human Reason Survival Guarantee Agency, Phineas Chaldea. Everything you want has been prepared.”

After overcoming numerous difficulties, Maris Billy finally achieved his goal. He quickly flipped through the documents, and the apprehension on his face was gradually replaced by blatant joy. The magician's self-possessed elegance vanished completely.

"Snapped!"

However, before the Celestial Sovereign could finish reading, the Shadow of God sitting opposite him casually snatched the half-finished document and spoke in a low voice.

"Unfortunately, your defection midway makes things difficult for me."

"I……"

The goal he had pursued all his life was within reach, yet it was cruelly taken away. Maris Billy was restless and anxious, wanting to defend himself but not knowing how to begin, and ultimately he stopped himself from speaking.

"Don't worry..."

But soon, the benevolent Lord smiled slightly, offering warm comfort, then his eyes flickered, and a meaningful glint appeared in his dark eyes.

"I heard you have a daughter?"

"..."

"Olgamari Animusfia? If I remember correctly, you seem to be planning to give up on her?"

"........."

"I want your daughter."

"...!"

The sudden murmur startled Marisbury, who looked up in astonishment.

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puff! puff! puff! puff!

Several beams of light extinguished and shattered one after another, and along with the confessional, the supplicants who had entered the temple of God also disappeared.

Soon, only a few light strips remained on the field, still pulsating and flashing.

At this moment, the pillar of light standing in the very center, bathed in moonlight like water, with the surging tides, and the light and shadows bathed in the bright silver light, stand on the soft sand and gently reach out.

"Then, Irisviel von Einzbern, answer me, what do you desire?"

The Winter Saintess, dressed in heavenly robes and as pure as snow, heard the heavenly voice echoing in her ears. Her fingers, which were pressed against her chest, touched a cool, hard, round object in her bosom. She clenched her fists together, removed the pendant hanging from her chest, and slightly opened her right hand, which was stretched out forward.

A red and black scale shimmered faintly in the moonlight.

The saintess, bathed in moonlight, tilted her head and smiled, gazing at the figure that divided light and shadow in the distance, her lips moving slightly.

"I think……"

With high winds and rough waves, the sound of being swept away by the tide gradually faded into the distance.

The winged figure opposite, upon hearing something, swayed violently, then twisted and shattered, turning into specks of stardust that drifted and scattered.

At the same time, the ancient serpent, standing beneath the aperture of the sky, slowly opened its eyes, a look of astonishment flashing across its face. Then, its body, along with the pillar of light that enveloped Irisviel, disintegrated and shattered, turning into light dust, which was then sucked into the gradually closing aperture of light above the sky.

Minutes later, the desolate battlefield returned to silence, and the people who had been slowly awakening from the shattered light belts subconsciously focused their gazes on the Lord who had given them the gospel.

But the next moment, their unfocused gazes turned to each other in bewilderment.

"Wait, where is he?!"

Martha, who was the first to react, pointed to the empty central area and asked in astonishment.

The group exchanged silent glances, looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Damn it, he got away again!"

Immediately realizing the danger, Jeanne d'Arc Alter clenched her teeth, her face turning as black as the bottom of a pot. The battle flag in her hand burned fiercely, and the black saintess summoned the evil dragon, uttering a sinister and rebellious cry.

"Chase him! If I catch him, I'm going to skewer him and roast him!"

Soon, the Iron Fist Saintess, who had been exploited for her labor, was filled with righteous indignation. Her clenched knuckles cracked as she immediately jumped onto the back of the evil dragon Fafnir and responded enthusiastically.

"Roar!"

Immediately, under the low growl of the superior dragon species, the controlled wyverns dispersed in all directions in groups, like reconnaissance aircraft, surrounding the entire Fuyuki City from the outside in.

In an instant, the mysterious creature flying through the sky thoroughly searched every mountain, city, wilderness, and river, much like a thorough search of the mountains and seas.

Ancient dragons? And a herd of wyverns?

It has an owner? Then it's alright...

At this moment, the citizens of Fuyuki walking on the street only glanced up at the flocks of bipedal dragons in the sky and the huge black shadows with wingspans of tens of meters, before lowering their heads as usual, going to work or buying groceries, and continuing their original life trajectories.

Of course, the sight of hordes of wyverns darting around has its own impact.

For example, flights at Fuyuki Airport were completely suspended today due to a series of emergencies.

However, the airline's leaders remained calm, as this was a result of force majeure, and the insurance company would cover it.

But the insurance company staff, who had just reimbursed several gas explosion claims in the city, looked at the newly issued airline claim documents and amounts and felt like crying.

This is unbearable; let's file for bankruptcy.

In this interweaving of reality and magic, fireworks and ethereal beauty, technology and mysterious wonder, specks of spiritual energy seep from the earth's veins, fall from the sky, enter the human body, seep into rivers, and merge into all things.

Imperceptibly, the trees became greener and the flowers and plants became more lush. Pedestrians, who were suffering from sub-health and occupational diseases, unknowingly burst out with abundant energy, straightened their backs, and walked with vigorous strides.

Similar changes are quietly taking place around the world.

With this, Earth Online's non-stop update has officially begun, and the server is gradually entering the 4.0 version era following [Mythical Descent], [Heroic Epic], and [Rise of the Apes].

Its name is "Mysterious Revival".

A few days later, Mayor Michiyuki Himuro of Fuyuki City, Kirei Kotomine, the local priest of the Holy Church, Tokiomi Tohsaka, the local spiritual vein manager of the Mage's Association, and a series of other forces strongly protested against the mysterious creatures' egregious behavior of disturbing the peace, blocking traffic, and indiscriminately defecating.

Airlines, insurance companies, and other related businesses that have suffered greatly have gone so far as to strike and protest, submitting complaints to the Dark Council for compensation for economic losses.

Soon, the order from the Dark Council was swiftly approved.

Finally, after several days of searching, the flock of dragons circling over Fuyuki City found nothing. Coupled with the constant urging from a certain wise wolf guarding a secret stash, Martha and Jeanne Alter had no choice but to reluctantly retreat.

I'll definitely roast that bastard when I get back!

Before leaving, the two saints, whose labor had been exploited, looked at the compensation bills mailed from headquarters and their meager pay slips after being cheated. Their blood pressure soared, and they angrily swore an oath to raise a rebellious flag against a piece of dried meat on a cross.

"Ah!"

Meanwhile, in an ancient castle covered in snow, a young man with snake-like eyes stood in the courtyard and suddenly sneezed loudly.

Ugh, this place is so cold.

Samael rubbed the

Her nose was itchy and slightly red. She looked around at the pure white scenery and muttered to herself.

This is a deep forest in southwestern Bavaria, Germany, home to the main castle of the Einzbern family. The forest surrounding the castle is protected by concealment and exploration barriers. Without guidance, it is very difficult for ordinary magicians to approach this place.

Unfortunately, he was no ordinary magician.

The ancient snake turned its head and glanced down, its vertical pupils opening and closing, gazing intently at the old man in the courtyard who was lying prostrate on the ground, his bones cracking under the weight. The old man, dressed in white robes and with a weathered and stern face, grinned.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ahadion."

"Outsider, you have entered the territory of the Einzbern family, immediately..."

"Snapped!"

"boom!"

With a dull thud, the old man, who had struggled to prop himself up on the ground, stopped speaking abruptly, as if he had been struck by a giant hammer that had fallen out of nowhere, his body sinking deep into the snow.

Tch, this cold weather is really unfriendly to reptiles. My hands are stiff and I'm feeling a bit sleepy.

Samael yawned, shook his hands which had lost some warmth, and continued to rub his hands together to improve blood circulation.

As the chill of Skin Mountain was gradually dispelled, the ancient serpent seemed to awaken from a dream, tapped its head, and looked down at a certain head of the Einzbern family buried in the snow.

Despite his broken arm and blood spilling from his mouth, the old man named Ahad showed little fear and continued to struggle to his feet, seemingly intending to continue his friendly negotiations with the outsiders.

It's this kind of thing? How boring...

The ancient snake shook its head inwardly, feeling somewhat disheartened.

Yubstakuhaid von Einzbern, commonly known as "Ahad" since inheriting the position of the eighth patriarch, has lived for almost two centuries through continuous life extension. He leads the Einzbern family after the Holy Grail War and the subsequent pursuit of the Holy Grail.

In reality, "Jubstacheit" is an artificial intelligence created by the disciples of the Third Mage to control the castle's central control system. Its full name is Golem Jubstacheit. It is also the father of all the artificial humans created by the Einzbern. "Ahad" is the eighth-generation humanoid terminal created by "Jubstacheit".

His personality no longer exists. At best, he exists as "the existence of operating the castle" and "the existence of reproducing the third magic," implanting the necessary "humanity" into each generation of humanoid terminals, making them imitate human speech and behavior.

Yubustakuhaid is essentially an automaton that "operates forever at the cost of being unable to progress." Its mode of existence is like an ancient clock that records time every moment but has long since disappeared from people's memories before it collapses.

In short, the Arhadon before us is nothing more than an artificial intelligence devoid of emotion, acting solely according to algorithms.

It feels a bit strange to come all this way to cause trouble for artificial intelligence.

But there's nothing he can do about it; he's lived for so long that he's developed a minor flaw.

That is, having an excellent memory.

He still remembered the Einzbern family's defection during the Fourth Holy Grail War.

I'm a reasonable person.