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"How about taking a few days off occasionally? Isn't Chaldea getting back on track? You're working too hard."

Looking at Leif, who was more dedicated than himself, Waver also sighed.

"Hmm... that does make sense, but it may be my personality. I hate wasting time, let alone spending it on meaningless things. Well, I'll go back first. I'll send a message to you, the Second, about the specific meeting time."

After bowing again, the future Demon Pillar turned around and left Weber's office without any hesitation.

Only after his back completely disappeared from the entrance did Waver turn his head and look at Roland.

"It's unexpectedly smooth. How about it? Is it just as I said? This guy is a pretty good person...eh?"

"what happened?"

Roland also turned his head and blinked, as if he had not heard what Weber said, and said with a smile.

At this moment, in his eyes, two tigers, one black and one white, entangled with each other, had occupied the center of his pupils, flashing a dim light.

"No... nothing."

Seeing the glow of the spell, Weber's body shuddered unnaturally. He recalled how Roland had kneaded Angela Mainuel like plasticine under these strange powers ten years ago. He lowered his head deeply, not daring to say a single extra word.

"But what are you going to do when you see Marisbury tomorrow?"

"Of course, I'll ask him to give up the Holy Grail War and hand over the Master's authority to me."

"This..." Weber swallowed and said carefully, "I'm afraid he won't agree. It would be better to control him directly and sign a contract to make him give up these things, or just work for you."

Weber was not afraid of being implicated, but was worried that Roland's identity would be exposed.

The death of the monarch of the astronomy department on the way to the Holy Grail War is not a trivial matter, but at most it will just cause a vibration in the clock tower like Kenneth did, and then it will gradually disappear.

But if he had some trick up his sleeve and exposed Roland's evil identity, that would be terrible.

With the style of the Clock Tower that Weber was familiar with, they would not let go of such a precious existence, but he could not accept the outcome that they committed suicide and caused the destruction of the world.

"What kind of image do you have of me?"

Roland felt inexplicably amused. "Since he is not a non-violent non-cooperative guy, there is no need to use such extreme means. What reason did you use to ask Maris Billy out just now? Have you forgotten?"

"Invest in Chaldea?"

Roland nodded, a strange light flashing in his eyes, and spoke softly.

"On the eve of the Holy Grail War, he didn't make any preparations for the war, but was asked out for such a reason. This means that he is very short of money now... If that's the case, I will give him a reason that he can't refuse."

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Chapter 241 More money is needed!

Rafe acted very quickly, and the next day, Roland met Marisbury in Weber's office.

Although "Old Director" is his most widely known title, he himself is not the image of an aged scholar, but a silver-haired young man with a gentle temperament that makes people feel good. He wears a neat white suit, a braided ponytail on the right shoulder, and a gentle smile on his face. He does not look like a magician at all.

"After hearing what Waver said about Lord Animusphia's experience, I thought I would have to wait a little longer before you could free up your schedule. I didn't expect it to be so quick."

Roland sat in the main seat, staring at Marisbury in front of him.

Among all the humans he had ever met, the other person's desire and enthusiasm were second to none. However, even if he behaved like an ordinary person, Roland could still see through the thin moral concepts deep in his heart. This unrestrained kindness was often much more terrifying than those simple evil thoughts.

"Although things have been busy lately, keeping investors waiting is not a good sign for the future, especially when your assets are larger than those of the El-Melloi family."

Marisbilly leaned slightly toward Roland, his tone very respectful.

After knowing that Weber was the matchmaker in this meeting, he naturally understood Roland's identity. After all, the story of how Weber brought a large sum of money and saved El-Melloi like a hero was still circulating in the Clock Tower.

Although it is very dangerous to meet alone with this kind of person who has financial resources comparable to that of a monarch's family but still does not show up in person and instead remotely controls the existence of others as his agent, considering the current situation, it is really not his turn to be picky.

Roland raised his eyebrows and asked calmly.

"That's really surprising. I heard that the construction of Chaldea is booming."

"…Not entirely wrong," Marisberry did not hide anything, "The basic facilities are still under construction, but several major buildings have been completed, and the model of a celestial body simulating the Earth's environment has also been successfully constructed. From the current perspective, Chaldeas can be said to have taken shape, but that's all."

"Because you have no money?"

Marisbury's sincere answer, which covered every detail, made Roland look very interested.

"Yes. Even without mentioning the replenishment of various equipment and the remaining work, it would be a bit of a pipe dream to even start the initial operation now. To be honest, the current daily work of the Chaldean staff is to feed penguins in Antarctica."

Marisbury was quite frank, because there was no need to hide anything. Even in the public plan with a lot of information deleted, any rational person could easily see that this was not a plan that could be supported by the wealth of a family, even if he was the monarch of the astronomy department.

Even if the cost of building Chaldea is shared among multiple countries, the amount is still so huge that it would be a serious blow to the economy.

Even though Marisbili had almost drained Animusphia's thousands of years of accumulation, it was already stretched to the limit after building the basic structure of Chaldea. In addition, in today's era, astronomy is a rather useless subject. There is no means to quickly monetize it in modern times. It is completely a source of no water.

As for external investment, what Marisbili could find was just a drop in the bucket for the plan. Although other monarchical factions in the Clock Tower also expressed interest in joint investment because of the value of Chaldea, Marisbili still firmly refused.

This thirst-quenching behavior of drinking poison will only make the political struggle in the Clock Tower continue. By that time, he, who is not good at this, might end up in a funny scene where he, as the founder, is expelled from Chaldea.

If he had to accept external investment and hand over most of his authority, Marisbury hoped that the number of people would be only one or two people so that he could barely retain his control.

Roland is his best choice at the moment. After observing El-Melloi for ten years, he found that his style is exactly what he likes. He will not completely take away the management rights just because he pays money. If he can get the other party's investment, it will be the best thing.

So after careful consideration, Marisbury chose to come and meet Roland.

"Although the continuation of human rule sounds unrealistic and does not seem to be worth the astronomical amount of effort at the moment, I can guarantee with the credibility of Animphis that as long as Chaldea can successfully accomplish this goal, through this event, there will be technologies and discoveries that far surpass the current era, and they will bring you rewards far beyond your imagination."

After introducing the basic situation, Marisbury seemed to realize that his ability in lobbying was very poor. He straightened his face, summarized it, pursed his lips, and looked at Roland expectantly.

"That is to say, although there is hope for the future, right now Chaldea is indeed a bottomless pit, right?"

In the face of Marisbury's somewhat awkward and nervous expression, Roland thought for a while, tapped his fingers lightly, and spoke slowly.

"However, I do have some interest. If you want me to invest, you need to meet two of my requirements. First, I want the ownership of Chaldea. Of course, the daily operation and management rights still belong to Animusphia, but I will appoint someone to supervise. Is this okay?"

Marisbury let out a long sigh and nodded quickly as if he was afraid that Roland would go back on his word.

"This is what it should be."

Although it sounded excessive for Roland to directly take away the ownership, Animusphia was already trapped. If Chaldea could not be built, the loss to them would be even greater. Moreover, compared with the initial investment, the subsequent expenses would be the biggest expense. To Marisbili, he could still retain the daily management authority, which was a pleasant surprise. In the worst case scenario, he was prepared to work for others.

He suppressed his inner joy and asked Roland.

"So, what about the second condition?"

"It's simple. I want you to hand over the Mastership and Holy Relics of this Holy Grail War to me."

Maris Billy was stunned at first, but he did not show any anger or anything like that because of this condition. After calming down for a while, he spoke.

"I didn't expect you to be interested in the Fifth Holy Grail War, but if you want to fight for the Holy Grail, wouldn't it be more convenient to first obtain the identity of the Master and then turn me into an ally or subordinate through a contract?"

"That was the original plan, but things have changed. This Holy Grail is not a man-made wish-granting machine."

Roland said calmly, "In this Holy Grail War, I am an outsider. If I must say, between the Master and the Servant, I am probably a prize. Therefore, if I want to avoid breaking the rules, I can only borrow the authority of others."

"I see," Marisbili nodded, "No wonder I think the Holy Grail system this time is different from last time..."

Unlike other magicians in the Clock Tower who only relied on hearsay, he had used his own resources to learn in detail about the origins of the previous Holy Grail Wars.

It is a tool made up of the three great families, and is used to reach the source using the third magic.

However, although he knew the truth that would cause the clock tower to vibrate, Marisbury was not interested in it. The materialization of the soul or the growth of the soul were all just foolish dreams, and he would not accept them.

From Maris Billy's perspective, compared to these uses that sound unreliable, the wishing function that comes with it is safer and more reliable.

When not involving his own ideals, this celestial monarch becomes a rather realistic and vulgar magician.

It is too strange to reach the origin in this way, and it is not certain whether you can come back or not. It is a more rational choice to make a large cup with the magic power accumulated by the spiritual vein over the years, and then use them to exchange with the planet for resources that can be exchanged for wealth.

Including the current Fifth Holy Grail War, he participated simply to gain wealth by making a wish. Under the premise that Roland could also fulfill his wish as a financial sponsor, the identity of the Master was just a bargaining chip for Marisbury.

Moreover, to be honest, even though he had prepared his desired relic, he was still a little unsure about the Fifth Holy Grail War that suddenly appeared in the world. Kenneth, who was better at fighting than him, had failed in this. As a monarch, Maris Billy naturally did not think that he was stronger than the other.

Moreover, unlike the last time, this time the Command Seals would clearly indicate the strength of the Master.

This was of course not a prediction, but a fair judgment made by the Holy Grail based on magic circuits and seals. Even with the Animusphia monarch-level bloodline circuit and seal as a backing, he still did not rank first. Perhaps this itself was a sign.

Marisbilly pursed his lips and looked at Roland again.

"If this is the condition, I have no objection. Then, how much can you give me accordingly?"

"everything."

Roland didn't care about Marisbury's implied scrutiny and casually snapped his fingers. Then, the loyal Black Shadow Army took out the gem jar that had become their old friend again.

In the color of gemstones, no words matter.

For a moment, the only sound in the silent room was the crisp sound of Roland casually picking up the gems and then dropping them again.

"This is just a tiny part of the treasure I have. If I took out all of it, it would probably fill up a castle. I will just show you a portion of it. As long as you sign the contract, they will all become Chaldea's helpers in the next moment."

The jar of gems just now could be sold for at least several million pounds, if we were to estimate conservatively. If there were enough gems to fill a castle, even if they were mixed with ordinary gold, it would probably be worth...

When the estimated number appeared in his mind, Marisbury's breathing paused for a moment. He felt that the light in front of him was even brighter than the sky he had observed when he performed the spell.

The monarch from the Department of Astronomy was stunned for a while, but he still showed the fundamental difference between himself and the small families like Toosaka Rin and Orange. He quickly calmed down, looked at Roland, and considered his words.

"Although this may be a bit excessive, this Holy Grail War is the embodiment of my lifelong dream. In order to exchange for the wealth that will allow Chaldea to continue to operate in the future, I will gamble everything, even using imaginary numbers to dive, spending a lot of time and wealth, in exchange for the holy relic that should not have appeared. Although this level is enough for me to agree, it is still not safe enough."

"So, what do you mean?"

Roland didn't care about Marisbury's overreaching and looked at the astronomy monarch with a half-smile.

Marisbilly took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"You have to pay more!"

After a while, after watching Maris Billy's back as he hurried away without even saying goodbye to him formally and just nodded, Weber extinguished the cigarette in his hand and walked back to his office.

"Did Marisbury make a deal with you?"

"It's cooperation. I have no intention of interfering in this matter. I am even happy to see it happen. I'm afraid he will be busy counting the funding I gave him and devoting himself to the construction of Antarctica."

Roland looked at the exquisite wooden box in his hand and gently opened the lid.

And with this action, Weber saw the back of Roland's hand.

On the white skin that was empty before, there appeared a symbol of the opportunity and proof of the realization of the wish. It had the shape of a sacred wing, but because of the color of blood, it was full of sharp lethality.

Even the qualifications for the Command Seals had been transferred, and judging from the results, this meeting seemed to be a happy occasion for both the host and the guests. It seemed that he, the second generation, would have to continue to serve in the Clock Tower.

"Is Marisbury's relic so good? It even asked you to pay. As long as you are at the level of a servant, it is basically impossible for you to disobey me now."

"Servants are not important, what is important is the Master. In this feast, there is a person I must be careful with. Because of the changes in the future, I am a little unclear about what she wants to do now, so let's make more preparations for the time being."

"Each Holy Grail War is getting more dangerous than the last. Wait, that's..."

Weber muttered, looking at the holy relic that Roland took out, his expression slightly changed.

——It was an ancient ring that was inconspicuous even in the sun.

"I got it. Caster and I have a deep connection. But if this happens, I'm going to have to make a scene."

Feeling the original mystery in this ring, Roland curled up the corners of his mouth.

That was an arrogant smile full of fighting spirit.

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Tokyo, Sajo's house.

To put it nicely, this is an emerging magic family. To put it bluntly, the Shajo family is just a small character that has no qualifications to compete for the position of manager in other small cities and enjoy a separate spiritual vein, and can only survive by relying on the spiritual vein fulcrums that the famous families in the big cities cannot take care of.

Even the magic system is quite ancient, or a bit outdated black magic, which still retains the primitive method of gaining power through sacrifice.

"Ayaka, Daddy has to go to work. Be a good boy at home and remember to listen to your sister."

Standing at the door, Hiroki Sajo looked at the cute girl who poked her head out of the small door on the side and smiled helplessly.

Although he is the head of the Sajo family and a working black magician, due to the short family lineage, he is just an ordinary middle-aged man in his daily life. He maintains the family business and runs around every day. If he did not occasionally study magic, he would be no different from the millions of office workers in Tokyo.

"……Um."

Hearing her father's words, Sajo Ayaka, the second daughter of the Sajo family who was still in elementary school, nodded slightly.

Although having two heirs is a disaster in itself for a family of magicians, the advantage of the family's shallowness is also reflected here. Hiroki Sajo, who almost turned magicians into part-timers, does not need to worry about these rules like the Tousaka family, and gives the same care to both daughters.

"Then, I'm out!"

Looking at the entrance that was plunged into darkness as the door was closed again, Sajo Ayaka blinked. The timidity on her face when she was talking to her father had long disappeared.

Although it is easy to give people the illusion that she is always taciturn and very quiet, Sajo Ayaka's introverted temperament is just a disguise she shows in front of her beloved father and her sister who makes her feel inferior.

When she was alone, she was quite bold.

After waiting for a while and making sure her father had completely left, she took small steps and began to walk along the corridor.