My Fates Codex of Type-Moon Chapter 2

For the Einzworth family, Displacement Magic was the root of their power. But when that power fell into the hands of a young man who opposed them—it became a complete and utter nightmare.

As for why Sakutsuki had mastered Displacement Magic...

Remember the target recorded as number 001 in Sakutsuki's cheat ability, the "Fates Codex"?

001: Angelica Einzbern

Character Info: Einzworth Family Doll (DOLL)...

Hidden Info: Conditions Insufficient

Record Conditions (2/3)

1. Escape Einzbern Castle (Completed)

2. Successfully flee from her pursuit for seven days (Incomplete)

3*. Hidden Condition (Incomplete)

Without a doubt, if the "Fates Codex" were merely an emotionless recording machine, it wouldn't be worthy of being a transmigrator's essential cheat ability.

Upon fulfilling any one of the record conditions, the cheat ability known as the "Fates Codex" had a chance to grant a reward.

And the reward Sakutsuki obtained for successfully escaping Einzbern Castle was—

The Einzworth family's millennium-old magical crystallization: Displacement Magic.

It didn't teach Sakutsuki the secrets or principles of Displacement Magic, but to Sakutsuki, who had zero interest in delving into magic, as long as "Displacement Magic" could be used as conveniently as a skill button in a game, that was enough.

Although Angelica immediately gave chase after Sakutsuki escaped, this time, he didn't need to stand his ground to protect his sister. With Displacement Magic in hand, he adopted the strategy of his predecessors—"When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy camps, we harass"—and fought a guerrilla war against Angelica. He hadn't been caught yet and had even caused Gil-Girl considerable trouble.

But—

"This can't go on forever. As long as I'm still in this world, the Einzworth family—especially Angelica, who's seized the Hero King's power, that Gil-Girl—will always find me."

Thinking this, Sakutsuki couldn't help but chuckle bitterly. "Emiya-san, who entrusted everything to me, really handed me a tough problem."

The Hero King, Gilgamesh.

The possessor of all the world's treasures, a king so mighty that even the weapon that split heaven and earth was just one of his endless treasures.

It was like an inescapable, tangled fate—no matter which World Line, the existence named "Shirou Emiya" would always stand opposed to this most ancient Hero King.

Lost in thought, Sakutsuki stopped in front of an elementary school. As his magical energy surged within him, a magic circle inscribed with red patterns slowly traced itself around him, and the moment it took shape, it merged into the ground and vanished.

The instant the magic circle disappeared, Sakutsuki raised an eyebrow slightly and turned his head toward the direction of the church.

"The magic array I set up was triggered... Angelica?"

As he spoke, the white-haired young man didn't stop moving. Another circular array, more complex and stranger than the first, spread outward. The moment it enveloped the elementary school, it too faded from sight.

"A woman who chases too hard isn't likable... At least give a man some personal space."

Inside the church

Angelica, who had used a Class Card to obtain the Hero King's power, was surrounded by golden ripples. Treasures from the Gate of Babylon poured out from within the ripples, blocking a barrage of magical beams and ultimately destroying the magic array along with them.

The church was reduced to ruins in the aftermath of the battle. The golden-haired, golden-armored Angelica swept her gaze expressionlessly around the area. Confirming that the annoying insect hadn't appeared, she reached into a nearby golden ripple and pulled a compass from the Gate of Babylon.

Watching the rapidly moving red dot on the compass, Angelica murmured softly:

"What is this guy... trying to do?"

The Hero King's treasury contained the "originals" of all human wisdom, and this compass was a prototype of a tracking device. After collecting traces left by Sakutsuki, it could constantly display his location.

Unfortunately, as an original, its function wasn't as precise as later generations' versions—it could only show the general area of the target. That was why, at dusk, Angelica had mistakenly entered a department store, giving Sakutsuki more time to slip away.

But this time, Angelica didn't immediately give chase. Instead, she bowed her head respectfully and called out softly:

"Lord Darius."

In an instant, space shifted. A simple, small puppet appeared on Angelica's shoulder. Its stark white eyes fixed on the golden-haired maid, and it spoke in a low voice:

"Hard to believe, but I have to admit—Shirou Emiya, that guy, has indeed learned our Einzworth family's Displacement Magic."

"At this moment, he calls himself 'Sakutsuki,' Lord Darius."

The puppet's head moved slightly, conveying a sense of surprise.

"Sakutsuki... Sakutsuki... If I recall, isn't that the name of the clan that gave birth to the Godly Child? If my memory serves me right, aside from Sakutsuki Miyu, the entire Sakutsuki family has been wiped out, hasn't it?"

"Exactly."

The puppet suddenly fell silent. Clearly, the person controlling it was lost in thought. Angelica said nothing, even though capturing Sakutsuki was urgent, she didn't interrupt Darius's sudden interest.

Perhaps, in Lord Darius's eyes, capturing Sakutsuki was far less important than satisfying his curiosity.

"Hmm... Could it be longing for his sister? And that sudden Displacement Magic. Come to think of it, how he survived the dungeon and stole the Class Card I painstakingly made are also suspicious... Hmph, it seems someone's getting impatient."

The puppet's head suddenly drooped. When it lifted again, the person controlling it had changed entirely.

"Sakutsuki... Hah, finally abandoned even your own past, have you?" After a sarcastic jab in a biting tone, a younger voice commanded, "I've had enough of this cat-and-mouse game, Angelica. I permit you to use that Noble Phantasm. Blast the rat's hiding place clean."

Only when facing this voice, this man, did a ripple of something like "emotion" stir beneath Angelica's lifeless expression.

"But, Lord Julian—"

"Don't worry about mana consumption, and don't worry about building damage." Her words were ruthlessly cut off. The man on the puppet's side looked out at the sunlit Einzbern Castle through the window, his eyes filled with nothing but snow and storm. "As for Shirou Emiya... no, Sakutsuki."

"He is no longer the person I once knew. Killing him means nothing—depict the Last Myth of Old Humanity, and allow no one to destroy it."

With those words, the puppet lost control, fell stiffly to the ground, and shattered into pieces with a sharp crack.

Angelica quietly gazed at the broken puppet on the floor. After a long moment, she picked it up.

"As you command, Lord Julian."

A "sword" rose from below, standing upright before Angelica.

Could this weapon truly be called a "sword"?

Its form was too solemn, too bizarre. If the gold-blue hilt still resembled a longsword, then its most crucial part—the "blade"—was far removed from what humanity defined as a blade.

It consisted of three rotating cylindrical segments, etched with ancient blood-red patterns, symbolizing Heaven, Earth, and the Underworld. Each spun in a different direction, reflecting the world as it should be.

The union of these three blades meant... the cosmos.

This was a treasure among treasures in the Hero King's vault.

This was the sword named after a god in the Mesopotamian myth.

This was the blade of heaven and earth that split the very beginning of the planet, a sword symbolizing both origin and end.

"Recount the Primordial." The golden figure raised the Primordial Sword high. Amid the surging torrent of magical power, a cold voice spoke the Noble Phantasm's true name:

"Enuma Elish!"

Over a dozen kilometers away, a beam of magical power that sundered heaven and earth and reestablished order burst forth, tearing apart every creation in its path. In the blink of an eye, it devoured the location marked by the Tracking Disk—where Sakutsuki stood!

Collapse, collapse, collapse—

After this sword fell, all phenomena in the world were left with only the outcome of ruin.

Destroy, destroy, destroy—

Not only the earth, but even the sky crumbled, and all things returned to chaos.

Reconstruct, reconstruct, reconstruct—

In the instant the divine sword annihilated everything, the miracle of creation descended as well.

But could the new order, built upon the civilization of Old Humanity, still be understood and accepted by humans?

In the shallow and ignorant eyes of humanity, perhaps the so-called rules of the new world would be as incomprehensible and unacceptable as chaos itself.

Thus, wherever the might named "Enuma Elish" passed, only the most extreme destruction appeared before the world.

When the aftermath—indistinguishable between creation and destruction—finally faded, what lay beneath the curtain of night was a deep trench spanning over a dozen kilometers, dozens of meters wide, and deep enough to bury several people.

If a pilot were observing from above at that moment, they would be horrified to find that this massive chasm had nearly severed half the city. The shocking, enormous scar remained etched into the city, almost connected to the deep pit at its center.

Withdrawing this ferocious divine sword, Angelica retrieved the Tracking Disk and reported calmly:

"Noble Phantasm released. The target's spatial location has been destroyed. Pursuit mission complete... Hm?"

The woman's hand suddenly clenched, the gauntlet and Tracking Disk groaning under the strain.

On the image displayed by the Tracking Disk, the blinking red dot was unmistakably clear.

After a long silence, Angelica tossed the Tracking Disk back into the Gate of Babylon and resumed her steps:

"Pursuit continues."

Elsewhere, the white-haired youth standing atop a high-rise watched the trail of destruction that nearly pierced through all of Fuyuki City. His pale golden eyes were hollow, as if gazing at the scene before him, or perhaps thinking and calculating something.

Finally, the youth reached a conclusion.

"If that's its maximum output... maybe it's possible."

He looked up. The morning star shone brilliantly in the sky.

Soon, the rising sun would emerge from the horizon, illuminating this troubled long night.

But he would never see that day.

Sakutsuki withdrew his gaze, watching the golden figure racing toward him from afar. He pressed his lips together, then broke into a bright grin.

"Trace On!"

With the youth's whisper, countless sword silhouettes manifested behind him, then condensed, tearing through the cool night breeze.

The longswords flew.

The golden figure halted, pouring out her treasures without restraint, neutralizing Sakutsuki's blades in mutual destruction. Then, she raised her blue eyes.

"Despicable copyist, how did you evade my attack?"

"Well, who knows?" The youth stood up.

The tracksuit he'd swiped from a department store had been replaced by a lighter Spirit Dress.

The Shroud of Magdalene fluttered. A white headband tied back his stray hair. Clad in light armor, the youth lifted his head, a sharp glint flashing in his pale golden eyes:

"You've been tracking me for seven whole days. Did you really think I had no way to evade your surveillance?"

Hearing this, Angelica retrieved the Tracking Disk once more. She watched the red dot, far away and still moving erratically, then crushed the disk to pieces with her hand.

Though she harbored doubts about how Sakutsuki had evaded pursuit, it no longer mattered.

"I see—so you've decided not to run."

In response, the young man's fearless laugh rang out:

"Exactly right, Angelica Einzbern. Let's put an end to all of this tonight."

Faced with the young man's murderous declaration, the golden-haired woman remained unmoved, replying flatly:

"I don't know why you insist on this meaningless flight, but I've told you before: a counterfeit like you could never obtain a miracle."

Golden ripples spat forth swords, spears, axes, and halberds, raining down on Sakutsuki like a storm.

"Your pathetic little dance is over, mongrel!"

In answer, an equally fierce storm of blades rose to meet her, along with the already billowing silhouette of the Shroud of Magdalene.

As he broke into a run, the young man fixed his glare on the golden Servant, parsing the golden ripples the instant they entered his retina.

—The magic power within him began to boil.

The designs (Noble Phantasms) laid out before him numbered fourteen in total.