Let the Mythological War Begin Again!

The final battle will also begin there.

"..."

Seeing Gilgamesh before him, who was full of fighting spirit and anticipation, Kirei Kotomine said nothing or asked any questions. He simply followed in his footsteps and continued to move forward.

He looked at Gilgamesh, then rubbed the bright red Command Seal on the back of his hand with his fingers, a fleeting glint of cold light flashing in his eyes, making it difficult to fathom what he was thinking.

And at that very moment.

In a hidden room at the very bottom of the Fuyuki City Gymnasium.

Her long, silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall as Irisviel, the Lesser Grail, lay quietly on the platform awaiting her end.

Looking at his wife lying on the stone platform, Emiya Kiritsugu knelt before her, his face filled with complex emotions, and his empty eyes were filled with despair.

Because just now, even Maiya Hisau, whom he considered family, died in front of him.

And it was in the midst of their joy, celebrating the success of their plan, that their lives were silently taken by a spear.

The long, silver spear pierced the sky, disappearing in an instant like a shooting star.

The light came too fast, so fast that they couldn't detect it, much less dodge it.

In the blink of an eye, before he could even hear the last words Maiya wanted to say to him, her life was taken away right before his eyes.

In that brief instant, Emiya Kiritsugu's eyes widened as he desperately tried to pull out the silver spear to save his partner. However, Gungnir, possessing absolute causality and the ability to hit its target with every throw, was not something a mere human Emiya Kiritsugu could easily defeat.

At this moment, there was nothing he could do but watch helplessly.

"What happened... what happened?!"

Looking at Maiya Hisau, who had been pierced through the heart by a spear and was frozen in place like a statue, with a smile still on his face as he died, he almost roared.

Great ups and downs, great joy and great sorrow, the transition between the two can happen in the blink of an eye.

In that instant, the joy of eliminating all Masters vanished from his heart. Emiya Kiritsugu closed his eyes in pain and despair, then knelt down in front of his partner like a deflated balloon.

Then, this man, who had shed all his tears since the moment he killed his adoptive mother, tasted the bitterness of loss once again.

All the emotions that had been building up inside him finally erupted uncontrollably at that moment.

He wailed, grieving the loss of his family; he roared, furiously denouncing the cruelty and injustice of the world.

He has dedicated his life to saving the world and redeeming humanity, working tirelessly day after day for decades, all to fulfill his childhood dream.

His entire life was a constant cycle of loss: his childhood sweetheart, his biological father, his adoptive mother who raised him to adulthood, and the wife he was to sacrifice himself for that wish...

He did nothing wrong, so why does the world always seem to make him lose everything step by step?!

Even now, on the verge of success, on the verge of fulfilling his initial wish to save the world and humanity, this cruel world is about to make him experience loss once again, to witness his only remaining family member die before his eyes, and is unwilling to even give him a chance for redemption.

This cruel scene caused Emiya Kiritsugu to completely lose control of his emotions and shattered the defenses in this man's heart.

He simply couldn't understand why the world had to be so cruel, why he, who insisted on pursuing the path of justice, had to constantly lose in order to move forward.

He cursed and raged at the injustice of the world, accusing God of turning a blind eye. If there really was justice in this world, if there really were miracles, then prove it to Him immediately!

"Kiritsugu..."

Looking at the man kneeling on the ground, crying his heart out, Irisviel, whose body lay on the platform, and who felt the soul of another Servant returning to the Holy Grail, murmured softly to him.

"Irisviel... Iri!!"

Hearing his wife's soft call, Emiya Kiritsugu hurriedly crawled to her side and held her hand tightly, seeing the poignant smile on Irisviel's face.

He knew his time had come, and he was about to experience loss once again.

For a moment, Emiya Kiritsugu's inner torment and despair had reached a point of near numbness. He was so sad that he could no longer utter a sound. All he could do was lean on her side and accompany her through her final moments.

Because things have progressed to this point, and it has come to this.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... Iri, I..."

He, Emiya Kiritsugu, is the most pathetic man in the world. When facing his wife, all he can do is bow his head and say "I'm sorry" over and over again, but he can do nothing else.

There's no turning back...

Both he and his wife were like that.

He has lost far too much along the way, and his escape route has long since disappeared.

"It's alright... Kiritsugu, don't be sad for me. This is the mission I was created for, and it is also the destiny of the Lesser Grail."

And... I'm already very happy that I was able to help Kiritsugu fulfill his wish in the last moments of my life."

Alice took his hand, a sorrowful yet satisfied smile on her face. She turned her head away, comforting Emiya Kiritsugu while quietly awaiting death.

For her, being able to use her last life to fulfill Emiya Kiritsugu's dream and die in the company of her lover was already the best ending for her as Einzbern homunculus, but this gentle comfort undoubtedly hurt Emiya Kiritsugu's heart even more.

But at this moment, there was nothing he could do.

"Kiritsugu... I can sense that it's almost time for me to leave..."

"I guess we really have to say goodbye here."

Irisviel lowered her eyes.

"Iri..."

Emiya Kiritsugu held her hand tightly.

"But Kiritsugu, please promise me that even though Maiya and I are gone, you must live a good life, take good care of Illya, and live happily with her. You must be happy for the rest of your lives..."

The blood-stained saint on the altar spoke softly.

These were her last words, the final words of this android who had only been born a few years ago, and also her last wish as a mother.

"I, I promise you, Iri, I... I will take good care of Illya, I will... I will achieve the salvation of all mankind, I... I will create the most beautiful world... I promise."

In that instant, Emiya Kiritsugu, a man who had always been cold and strong, finally revealed his inner weakness.

From his youth to middle age, he personally saw off his father and adoptive mother, and today his wife sacrificed herself because of his wishes. This double torment of physical pain and mental anguish is pushing him to the brink of collapse.

At this final moment, at the last instant, countless painful memories surged like a tide, completely shattering Emiya Kiritsugu's defenses. At this moment, this ruthless and world-renowned Magecraft assassin became incredibly vulnerable.

But there was still a voice in my ear telling me something.

"It's alright now, Emiya Kiritsugu. We're just one last step away from success."

'Once you complete this final step, you will have redeemed all of humanity, and then both you and everyone in the world will achieve... happiness.'

Happiness...

That's right, as long as you realize that wish, everyone can achieve true happiness.

Emiya Kiritsugu gazed at the stained altar and murmured softly.

His tone was like that of a drowning person who, at the last moment, grasped at the last straw and refused to let go.

This had clearly become his last motivation to live, but...

Will things really go as planned?

"Hmm, now it's time for the main character to make his appearance."

While Emiya Kiritsugu was saying his final goodbyes to his wife, in the underground parking lot not far from the Fuyuki City Gymnasium.

The confirmed heroes are Assassin, Rider, Berserker, and Lancer, who just left the stage.

After all four offerings required to activate the Holy Grail were gathered, the young man, who had also been waiting for this moment for a long time, slowly ascended the high platform that had been prepared in advance, under Scáthach's gaze.

"Ah, it seems Irisviel is going to sacrifice herself, which means things are almost over... So we should prepare for the final celebration."

Rovey turned to Scáthach behind him and asked, "Are you ready, Scáthach?"

"Of course, rather than saying that I've actually been impatient for a long time."

Scáthach smiled slightly, then swung her two Crimson Magic Spear, unleashing two dazzling beams of light.

Everyone had a great time tonight, but she followed Rovey Wei around like a purple camera, and Scáthach was itching to play.

"I see. Then... let's make a huge scene!"

Seeing Scáthach's attitude, Rovey nodded slightly, a smile appearing on his face.

Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed the massive energy block that had absorbed almost half of the Greater Grail's magic, along with the Philosopher's Stone, which served as its vessel. He then embedded both of them into the wand he had prepared beforehand.

"Sing your heart out, my Supreme Mystic Code!!!"

With Rovey's final action, the Philosopher's Stone, which had been waiting impatiently, along with its immense magical power, nearly half the size of the Holy Grail, began to work together to frantically shape and modify the wand in his hand, with an enormous amount of magical power continuously gathering within it.

With the suppression array gone, a beam of white light shot into the sky and pierced the darkness.

The enormity of the magical power, comparable to that of the Holy Grail, sent a chill down Fuyuki, and indeed, the entire surrounding area.

Even Gilgamesh, who was on his way to the Fuyuki City Gymnasium, frowned when he saw the towering pillar of light that suddenly rose into the sky in the distance.

"That brat... he really dares to do that!!"

Meanwhile, as Rovey gazed at the silver staff before him, its shape twisted and its entire body gleaming silver— the Philosopher's Mace, the Supreme Mystic Code he had painstakingly forged until its final completion—a wildly unrestrained smile crept across his face.

"Now, it's time to bring this Holy Grail War to a close!"

As Rovey gripped the newly unveiled silver staff tightly, feeling the amplification brought to him by the auxiliary spells contained within, which far exceeded his expected five times the Magecraft power, and might even reach nearly ten times, he said with full confidence.

"Next, no matter who our opponent is, we will definitely achieve final victory."

"Oh, then please let me witness your heroic fighting spirit... Master."

Scáthach spoke to him provocatively.

"Don't worry, I will never let you down..."

Rovey simply smiled at her provocation, "I have never forgotten your share of the wish."

"I see... That really makes me feel at ease."

Chapter 83 Let the War of Myths Be Replayed!

As darkness began to fade, the night was not yet completely gone, and the early morning fog carried a slight chill. However, because Fuyuki City is close to the inland sea, the climate here is quite pleasant, and even in the early morning fog, one does not feel too cold.

Or perhaps it's because, for Rovey at this moment, the feeling of cold, which is something that only ordinary humans have, is no longer very likely to affect him. These changes began the moment he gripped the silver cane in his hand.

In the darkness, Rovey walked step by step up the steps in the distance, step by step, through the thin mist.

He did not use the power of the wind angel Raphael to fly over directly, nor did he use any special Magecraft to create a huge momentum for himself like some protagonists who reach the final battlefield. He simply quietly arrived at this place that was most suitable as the place for the final battle.

However, although he did not do it intentionally, the enormous momentum seemed to have been created long ago, starting when the staff symbolizing one of the pinnacles of the magic path in this era was unveiled.

That moment—

The magic of shimmering light surged forth.

The dazzling light roared.

The terrifying magical power it unleashed shook the entire Far East region.

Just like in myths and legends, whenever a divine artifact appears, it will cause strange phenomena in the heavens and earth.

This magical staff, made from nearly half the magical power of the Greater Grail of Fuyuki City, with the Philosopher's Stone of Alchemy —as its core, and the Primordial Runes— the most outstanding element of Northern Europe Magecraft —as its linking point, was forged using fairy forging techniques. Thus, this magical staff, which shouldn't have been born in this era, though man-made, was created in no way inferior to divine creation in terms of materials and imposing presence, and was born right here in this very city.

—The Philosopher's Philosopher's Mace

Although Rovey called it the most suitable Supreme Mystic Code for himself, and because its top was combined with the legendary Philosopher's Stone, he very casually but very specifically named it - Philosopher's Mace's Mace.

Although it was only referred to as a "formal dress" by Rovey, anyone with a discerning eye would know that this thing could not be described as merely a "formal dress."

This slender silver staff contains not only nearly thirty years' worth of Leyline magic, but also the terrifying power of the Philosopher's Stone, which is constantly under the influence of immense magic and Rune.

While it may not possess the same level of wonder as Gilgamesh's Ea or the Chains of Heaven, nor as powerful as King Arthur's Sword of Promised Victory or Karna's Spear of Godslaying, the wonder and effects it contains are at least comparable to them.

Consider this: where did all of those come from? And what level of Noble Phantasm are they?

To the world, to the Anti-Purification, and to the enemies of humanity...

Where did they come from?