My Fates Codex in Type-Moon

For the Einsworth Family, Displacement Magic was the source of their power. Yet once that power fell into the hands of a young man opposed to them—it became a complete and utter nightmare.

As for why Sakutsuki had mastered Displacement Magic...

Did you remember the subject numbered 001, recorded by Sakutsuki's cheat ability, the "Fates Codex"?

001: Angelica Einzbern

Character Information: A doll (DOLL) of the Einsworth Family...

Hidden Information: Conditions insufficient

Recording Conditions (2/3)

1. Escape Einzbern Castle (Completed)

2. Successfully evade her pursuit for seven days (Incomplete)

3*. Hidden condition (Incomplete)

Without a doubt, if the "Fates Codex" were merely an emotionless recording machine, it would not deserve to be a transmigrator's essential cheat ability.

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

And Sakutsuki, who had escaped Einzbern Castle and fulfilled a condition, had received—

The crystallization of the Einsworth Family's magecraft over a thousand years: Displacement Magic.

It had not told Sakutsuki the secrets or principles behind Displacement Magic, but to someone utterly uninterested in studying magecraft like him, it was enough for Displacement Magic to be as convenient as a skill button in a game.

Although Angelica had immediately begun pursuing him after Sakutsuki escaped, this time, he did not have to stand still to protect his little sister. With Displacement Magic in hand, he followed the old principle of "when the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy camps, we harass," waging guerrilla warfare against Angelica. He had not been caught even now, and had even caused Gil-Girl no small amount of trouble.

But—

"This can't go on. As long as I remain in this world, Einzbern—especially Angelica, who has taken the Hero King's power, that Gil-Girl—will always be able to find me."

Thinking that, Sakutsuki could not help but laugh. "Emiya-san, who entrusted everything to me, really gave me a difficult problem."

Hero King Gilgamesh.

A supremely powerful king who possessed every treasure in the world, even counting the weapon that split Heaven and Earth among his endless riches.

As if bound by some inescapable cursed fate, in every World Line, the existence known as "Shirou Emiya" would oppose this oldest Hero King.

With that thought, Sakutsuki stopped before an elementary school. As magical energy surged through his body, a magic circle marked with crimson patterns slowly formed around him, then sank into the ground and vanished the instant it was complete.

The moment the magic circle disappeared, Sakutsuki raised an eyebrow and turned toward the church.

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

As he spoke, the white-haired young man did not stop moving. An even more complex and strange circular magic array spread outward, enveloped the elementary school, and vanished from sight once more.

"A woman who chases too closely isn't very lovable... At least give a man some personal space."

Inside the church.

Using a Class Card to obtain the Hero King's power, Angelica was surrounded by golden ripples. Treasures from the Gate of Babylon poured from those ripples, blocking the overwhelming beams of magical energy before ultimately destroying the magic array along with them.

The church had become ruins in the aftermath of the clash. Angelica, clad in golden armor with golden hair, swept her gaze over the surroundings expressionlessly. After confirming that the troublesome bug had not appeared, she reached into a golden ripple beside her and removed a compass from the Gate of Babylon.

Watching the red dot move rapidly within the compass, Angelica murmured:

"What exactly is this man trying to do?"

The Hero King's treasury contained the "original texts" of all human wisdom, and this compass was a prototype similar to a tracker. Once it collected traces left behind by Sakutsuki, it could continuously display his location.

Unfortunately, being a prototype, its function was nowhere near as precise as later generations. It could only show the target's general area—this was why Angelica had mistakenly entered the department store at dusk, giving Sakutsuki more time to escape.

But this time, Angelica did not immediately give chase. Instead, she lowered her head respectfully and softly called out:

"Lord Darius."

Space shifted in an instant, and a simple little doll appeared on Angelica's shoulder. Its pale eyes stared at the golden-haired maid as it spoke in a low voice:

"Though it is difficult to believe, I must admit it—Shirou Emiya has indeed learned our Einsworth Family's Displacement Magic."

"He currently calls himself 'Sakutsuki,' Lord Darius."

The doll's head moved slightly, conveying surprise.

"Sakutsuki... Sakutsuki... Isn't that the name of the family that produced the Godly Child? If I remember correctly, everyone in the Sakutsuki family aside from Sakutsuki Miyu should have already perished, shouldn't they?"

"Exactly."

The doll suddenly fell silent. Clearly, the person controlling it had become lost in confusion. Angelica said nothing; though capturing Sakutsuki was urgent, she did not interrupt Darius's sudden interest.

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

"Hmm... Is it because he misses his little sister? And there is also that sudden Displacement Magic. Come to think of it, how he survived the dungeon and stole the Class Card I painstakingly made is also suspicious... Hmm, it seems someone has run out of patience."

The doll's head suddenly drooped. When it lifted again, its controller had completely changed.

"Sakutsuki... Hmph, so you have finally abandoned even your own past?" After delivering that mockery in a harsh tone, a younger voice ordered, "I have had enough of this cat-and-mouse farce. Angelica, you are permitted to use that Noble Phantasm. Blast the rat's hiding place clean."

Only before this voice, this man, did faint ripples of "emotion" arise beneath Angelica's lifeless expression.

"But Lord Julian..."

"Do not concern yourself with the consumption of magical energy, nor with damage to the buildings." Her words were mercilessly cut off. The man on the other side of the doll looked out at the sunny Einzbern Castle, his eyes filled with wind and snow. "As for Shirou Emiya... no, Sakutsuki."

"He is no longer the person I knew. It does not matter if he dies—no one is allowed to destroy the Last Myth of Old Humanity."

After saying that, the doll lost control and fell stiffly to the floor, shattering into pieces with a crack.

Angelica quietly stared at the broken doll on the ground. After a long while, she picked it up.

"As you command, Lord Julian."

A "sword" rose from below and stood before Angelica.

—Could this weapon truly be called a "sword"?

Its form was too solemn, too bizarre. While its golden-blue hilt still resembled that of a longsword, its most essential part—the "blade"—was utterly unlike any weapon humanity defined as a sword.

It consisted of three rotating cylindrical blades, each branded with ancient blood-red patterns and symbolizing Heaven, Earth, and Underworld. Each revolved in a different direction, displaying the form the world was meant to take.

And the union of those three blades meant... the universe.

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

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

This was the thing of Heaven and Earth that had split open the beginning of this planet, a sword symbolizing origin and end.

"Speak of the beginning." The golden figure raised the Primordial Sword high. Amid a vast, surging torrent of magical energy, her cold voice spoke the Noble Phantasm's true name:

"Enuma Elish!"

More than ten kilometers away, a beam of magical energy that separated Heaven and Earth and rebuilt order surged forth. It tore apart every creation in its path and, in the blink of an eye, swallowed the place marked by the Tracking Disk as Sakutsuki's location!

Collapse, collapse, collapse—

After this sword fell, all things in existence faced only one end: collapse.

Destroy, destroy, destroy—

It was not only the earth. Even the sky had crumbled, and all things returned to chaos.

Reconstruct, reconstruct, reconstruct—

At the instant the sword of god destroyed everything, the miracle of creation descended as well.

But could the new order built upon old human civilization still be understood and accepted by humanity?

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

Thus, wherever the power known as Enuma Elish reached, all the world saw was the utmost destruction.

When the aftermath, impossible to distinguish as creation or destruction, finally faded, what appeared beneath the curtain of night was a ravine stretching more than ten kilometers, dozens of meters wide and deep enough to bury several people.

If a pilot had observed from above at that moment, they would surely have been horrified to discover that this enormous trench had nearly cut half the city in two. This shocking, immense scar had been carved into the city, almost connecting with the deep pit at its center.

Retracting the vicious sword of god, Angelica took out the Tracking Disk again and reported calmly:

"The Noble Phantasm has been released. The space where the target was located has been destroyed. The pursuit mission is complete... Hmm?"

The woman's hand clenched fiercely. Her gauntlet and the Tracking Disk both let out strained groans.

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

After a long silence, Angelica threw the Tracking Disk back into the Gate of Babylon and started walking again.

"The pursuit continues."

Elsewhere, the white-haired young man stood atop a high-rise building, staring at the trail of destruction that nearly ran through all of Fuyuki City. His pale golden eyes were hollow, as if he were looking at the sight before him, yet also thinking and calculating something.

In the end, the young man reached a conclusion.

"If that was her maximum output... perhaps I can do it."

He lifted his head and looked up. The morning star at the horizon shone brilliantly.

Before long, the rising sun would emerge from beyond the horizon and illuminate this troubled night.

Unfortunately, he would not live to see that day.

Sakutsuki withdrew his gaze and looked toward the golden figure speeding in from the distance. He pressed his lips together, then broke into a bright smile.

"Trace On!"

With the young man's whisper, countless phantasmal blades emerged behind him, then condensed and tore through the night's chilly wind.

Longswords flew.

The golden figure stopped. Without any restraint, she unleashed her treasures, annihilating the blades Sakutsuki had fired, then raised her blue eyes.

"Vile imitator, how did you evade my attack?"

"Who knows?" The young man rose to his feet.

The tracksuit he had taken from the department store had been replaced by a lighter Spirit Dress.

The Shroud of Magdalene fluttered, and a white headband tied back his loose hair. Clad in light armor, the young man raised his head, a sharp glint appearing in his pale golden eyes.

"You pursued me for seven full days. Did you really think I had no way to evade your surveillance?"

Hearing that, Angelica took out the Tracking Disk once more. Looking at the red dot far off on the horizon, still moving erratically, she tightened her hand and crushed the disk into powder.

Though she still had doubts about how Sakutsuki had evaded the tracking, they no longer mattered.

"I see—so you have decided not to run anymore."

The young man answered with a fearless smile.

"Exactly. Angelica Einzbern, tonight, let us put an end to all of this."

Faced with the young man's killing intent-laden declaration, the golden-haired woman remained unmoved and merely replied flatly:

"Though I do not know why you insist on this meaningless flight, I already told you: a counterfeit like you can never obtain a miracle."

Golden ripples spewed forth swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks, transforming into a torrential rain that poured down upon Sakutsuki.

"This farce of your jumping about ends now, mongrel!"

What answered her was an equally savage storm of blades—and the silhouette of the Shroud of Magdalene already fluttering in the air.

As he ran forward, the young man glared at the golden Heroic Spirit. The instant the golden ripples entered his vision, he analyzed them.

—The magical energy within his body began to boil.

There were fourteen design blueprints—Noble Phantasms—displayed before him.