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He never imagined that simply asking a student to pick up a package would result in this bastard running off with it. Inside were relics of Alexander the Great, the conqueror, which were priceless.

If he could summon Alexander the Great and combine that with his powerful magic, he would have a 99% chance of obtaining the Holy Grail. But now it's too late; nothing he says will help.

The.

At this moment, a woman was sitting next to Director Ken; she was his fiancée, Sora.

Both of them came from magical families, and their marriage was more of a political alliance. However, Director Ken genuinely loved his fiancée and was very protective of Sora.

Sora was somewhat displeased with her fiancé's hysterical state. Now that things had already happened, was he throwing a tantrum for her?

"That's why you shouldn't offend people easily, even if it's your student. Is there any way to salvage the situation now?" Although Sora didn't think much of Director Ken, she still...

She said that since he was also her fiancé, she should offer him comfort.

By this time, Director Ken had gradually calmed down. Looking at the mess on the ground, he realized that his behavior might have frightened his fiancée, and he immediately apologized in a low voice:

"I'm sorry, did I scare you? The problem is, that kid is really infuriating. I only gave him a few words of criticism as a teacher, and he retaliated against me in this way."

Sora knew her fiancé's temperament. He wasn't exactly a bad person, but having grown up in an ivory tower, he was always proud of his lineage and considered himself superior to others.

However, they didn't realize that such an idea was foolish in itself.

"Alright, I'll come up with a solution now. We don't only have one relic." Director Ken was genuinely wealthy and powerful, even though the relic he had prepared earlier was gone.

But who doesn't have a few artifacts?

The so-called sacred relics are the items belonging to these celebrities.

Although this relic is not the first choice, it still has considerable historical value.

Diarmuid, a legendary Irish hero.

Diarmuid, a member of the elite Fiona Knights of Ireland, is known for his strong sense of justice, chivalry, and loyalty. He is also renowned for his exceptionally handsome appearance.

A radiant appearance.

Because this guy was so incredibly handsome, he caught the eye of his lord's fiancée, who used magic to force Diarmuid to elope with her, thus beginning Diarmuid's life...

His only regret was that he was unable to be completely loyal to his monarch.

Sora was a little curious about just how good-looking a man could be.

Director Ken began to inscribe a magic circle on the ground. As he chanted a series of incantations, the magic circle emitted a dazzling light.

When the light reached its peak, a tall figure appeared before the two.

This was none other than Diarmuid, the legendary Irish hero, who strode out of the magic circle, wielding two pistols, one red and one yellow.

"I obey your summons, Master!" Diarmuid knelt on one knee. His greatest regret in life was not having served his lord faithfully, so he sought someone he could completely trust.

His greatest ideal was for his lord to fight to the death in a desperate situation.

"Snapped!"

Director Ken was looking at his servant with satisfaction when he suddenly heard the sound of a teacup shattering beside him. Curious, he looked over and saw his fiancée awkwardly trying to clean up the mess.

Picking up the shards of the teacup.

"I'm...I'm sorry, I'll get ready right now." Sora watched Diarmuid's retreating figure, a strange, unprecedented feeling stirring within her. How could a man possibly...

A teacher of this caliber?

Moreover, this man is not merely a pretty face; he possesses absolute loyalty, a clear sense of right and wrong, and unparalleled martial arts skills...

In addition to being gentle and generous

These were all plus points. Compared to her fiancé, Sora suddenly felt that her fiancé was like a frog perched next to a swan. Why would such a perfect man be...?

Appearing under his command?

This is totally unreasonable.

Director Ken wasn't thinking too much about it; he was preoccupied with figuring out how to get revenge on his disobedient student.

"Ahem." Sora suddenly coughed dramatically. "I have something to say to you. Aren't you going to participate in the Holy Grail War? Your magical power isn't actually that much, is it?"

I have a suggestion that can greatly reduce your stress.

Director Ken looked at his fiancée with some curiosity. Why hadn't he noticed her being so enthusiastic before?

"You're responsible for both combat and supplying the Servants with mana; I'm worried your body won't be able to handle it. How about this: I'll take care of providing the mana to the Servants, and you just need to focus on..."

"Just fight, that will greatly reduce your stress, right?" Sora offered a very thoughtful suggestion.

Director Ken was incredibly excited.

Since their engagement, Sora had been lukewarm towards him, but he suddenly changed his attitude today?

Great.

Director Ken was completely unaware that a few green shoots had unknowingly sprouted on his head.

Now, no one knows her purpose except Sora herself.

She had always disliked her fiancé, but now, finally, a man had come along who could make her heart flutter.

Chapter 1236 (Main Text 1238) The Rain Sounds of Ryunosuke and Bluebeard: A Meeting That Seems Like No Longer Expected

Meanwhile, in a corner of Fuyuki City, a young man used his foot to dab the child's blood and inscribe a magic circle on the floor.

"The Holy Grail War? Is it real or fake? If it's real, can I summon a demon?" The young man looked at the magic circle in front of him with great excitement.

He didn't know why, but this information suddenly popped into his head. Oh right, the boy's name was Ryunosuke Amatsu, a complete pervert, the biggest...

His hobby was killing, especially underage children. His greatest hobby was to remove the organs from these children and make them into various kinds of art.

At that moment, there was a child who was tied up next to him. The child was terrified and had no idea what the pervert in front of him wanted to do.

"Don't be afraid. Your brother wants to summon a demon. If the demon really appears in a little while, it will definitely eat your flesh. Don't cry too loudly then."

Upon hearing what Ryunosuke Uryu said, the child cried even louder.

As the magic circle gradually took shape, it emitted an eerie light, and finally a strangely shaped man appeared.

Ryunosuke Uryu knew nothing about the world of magic and regarded the strangely shaped man in front of him as a demon.

Ryunosuke Yusei's greatest wish in life was to complete his own artwork, for which he was willing to risk his life. Unfortunately, his art was far too extreme.

Even today, no one truly understands him.

"You are my master?" The strange man stared at the boy in front of him, his expression somewhat eerie.

"Are you a demon? Are you going to eat this child?!" Ryunosuke Ame asked in a seemingly innocent tone.

"No, I am not a demon. You can call me Bluebeard." Bluebeard gave a very simple self-introduction.

If Ryunosuke Yusei had ever been involved in the world of magic, he would definitely have heard of this man's name. He was once the Grand Marshal of France and a subordinate of Joan of Arc, though Joan of Arc was persecuted to death.

After that, this person became mentally unstable and began using children as materials for alchemy, killing countless innocent children.

Bluebeard walked to the child's side and gave him a very gentle smile: "Little brother, don't be afraid, uncle won't hurt you, you can go now."

As Bluebeard spoke, he untied the ropes binding the child's hands and feet.

The child's eyes were filled with hope; he had finally escaped from this pervert's clutches. He never expected that this strange-looking man would actually be a good person.

Rain Ryunosuke looked displeased; it was such a waste to have such a fine work of art wasted like this.

Oh well, I'll just consider it a gift for them.

The child walked step by step to the door, glancing back at Bluebeard along the way. Bluebeard smiled innocently and gestured for the child to leave.

There's absolutely no need to worry about anything here.

The child's heart was completely filled with hope, but the moment he opened the door, countless tentacles suddenly rushed over and crushed the child's body.

Blood splattered everywhere, and Yu Shenglongshu gently wiped the blood from his cheek.

Bluebeard then slowly explained, "Simply killing people means nothing to me anymore. Watching people fall from hope into despair, that is the true art."

Rain Sound Ryunosuke looked at Bluebeard with excitement, thinking, "A kindred spirit! I never thought I would meet a kindred spirit in my life."

The two felt an instant connection, their hands clasped tightly together as if they never wanted to let go.

Under the bright sunshine, Matou Kariya was playing with two little girls, who were Ryo and Sakura in their childhood.

This is the Tohsaka family residence.

At this moment, Tokiomi Tohsaka and Zouken Matou are discussing the Holy Grail War on the second floor.

"Hehehe, I never thought that even in my old age, someone would still want to chat with me." Zouken Matou leaned on a cane, his expression strangely twisted, yet also...

His faint smile carried an indescribable eeriness.

He already knew about the "Holy Grail" wanted notice.

Tokiomi Tohsaka maintained his gentlemanly elegance, not harboring any improper thoughts towards the old man simply because he was worth a Command Seal. The relationship between their two families was...

Their relationship is profound, and they benefit each other in the Holy Grail War.

"You probably don't take this to heart, do you? After all, even if you could summon a Servant, the vast majority of mages in this world wouldn't be your match." Tokiomi Tohsaka said with a slight smile.

He smiled as he looked at the old man in front of him.

"I'm old. If I were decades younger, I would have participated in the Holy Grail War myself, but alas." Zouken Matou let out a very eerie laugh.

"Have you thought about what we discussed before? I plan to have one of my daughters adopted into your family. Both of my daughters have high talent in magic, and as their father..."

I should be happy, but the family tradition can only be passed down to one person. If you inherit the family magic alone, then the other person will inevitably become mediocre. This is something I, as a father, don't want.

"What I saw." Tokiomi Tohsaka said in a heavy tone.

Zouken Matou let out a strange laugh: "Are you sure you want your daughter to inherit our family's magic? That's going to be a very painful thing."

"This path is inherently agonizing." Tokiomi Tohsaka had made up his mind.

Zouken Matou stood on the second floor, looking down at the two little girls below: "Which girl do you plan to adopt? I do have a grandson, but he has absolutely no talent for magic."

""

“Sakura, I plan to give my second daughter to you for adoption.”

"What a lovely little girl, that's wonderful. But... I heard the rules of this Holy Grail War have changed to 7v7 team battles. Do you have any intelligence on the enemy?"

Zouken Matou stared at Sakura below. "When I throw this little girl into the swarm of insects, her cries will be quite beautiful, won't they?"

"Although I don't have any intelligence on the other side, I've used my resources to investigate all the well-known magician families. Guess what the result was? None of these families..."

"The fact that only one person participated in the Holy Grail War means that the remaining seven are all self-taught and not worth considering." Tokiomi Tohsaka's eyes were filled with arrogance; this was the orthodox view of self-taught individuals.

Those inferior magicians will never understand just how powerful we orthodox magicians truly are.

A legacy spanning hundreds of years cannot be overturned by so-called talent.

"This time, I'm having my son participate in the battle. Although his talent is low, with a little modification to his body using our family's magic... he can still be used, albeit barely! Hehehe."

"!" Zouken Matou stared at Sakura with a smile.

Chapter 1237 (Main Text 1239) Misaka Mikoto? Archer?

Aoi Tohsaka looked at her two daughters with a slightly sad expression. From now on, one of the girls would leave her forever. What a tragedy this was for a mother.

Zouken Matou left the room, and a young figure appeared in a secluded spot—it was Kirei Kotomine, the sculptor of the Kirei Kotomine family.

"Teacher." Kirei Kotomine bowed very respectfully.

Kirei Kotomine comes from a family of magicians for generations; his father was a church bishop, and his teacher was Tokiomi Tohsaka.

He initially entered the Holy Grail War as a support character, but the rules of the Holy Grail War suddenly changed, catching everyone off guard.

The original two-person team suddenly became a seven-person team.

Tokiomi Tohsaka stood on the second floor watching his daughter. He knew what she would suffer once she was taken to the Matou family; everyone knew that Zouken Matou liked insects.

But in his father's eyes, if one wants to gain extraordinary power, one must of course pay an extraordinary price, which he believes is absolutely worthwhile.

Zouken Matou had already come downstairs. Looking at the innocent and lively Sakura, the old man's smile became even more sinister: "Sakura, come with Grandpa. From now on, I'll be your grandpa."

Sakura looked at the strange old man in front of her, a hint of fear in her eyes. But her father on the second floor was nodding to her, and her mother was also looking at her. She should be alright, right?

The girl slowly raised her small hand, and just as the old insect's hand was about to touch hers, suddenly, Zouken Matou felt his sleeve sink, and not just his sleeve...

The edges and corners of his clothes were nailed to the ground with evenly sized steel nails, and in a short moment he lost the ability to move.

The next second, a girl appeared in front of everyone without any warning.

The girl was very thin, looking only twelve or thirteen years old, at most a middle school student. She had two long ponytails and wore a school uniform she had never seen before.