Chapter 448

The disruption of aviation has led to the degradation of intercontinental communication Mosaic City the continents in the New Era. At Cape Canaveral, a space Holy Land, rocket debris is now covered with Yomi Vines, and the New Humanity no longer dare to explore the outside world.

This is undoubtedly a phenomenon that deprives people of possibilities.

Furthermore, from another perspective, the Holy Grail will continuously distribute itself, transforming everyone's heart into the Holy Grail. Isn't this essence precisely elevating humanity itself into a kind of vessel for the Holy Grail War?

Or perhaps, humanity itself becomes the eternal Holy Grail War.

Underworld Tokyo.

The global Holy Grail War that broke out in 2011 not only destroyed the physical environment but also tore apart the natural cycle of the Earth Veins, causing an imbalance in the concentration of Leyline worldwide. This caused a dense aura of death to seep out from the damaged Leyline, forming the 'Yomi miasma' in Tokyo, which is consistent with local mythology and is known as the Underworld.

The small number of people living there can be said to live with death every day, and the line between the dead and the living is completely blurred here.

After young Erice arrived in Shinjuku, the Tokyo Tower, one of the symbols of modern civilization that transmits signals to the world, was twisted and crushed as if punished by the fist of God, revealing a miserable state. The radio waves remaining in the tower resonated with the low-frequency resonance of the Underworld, forming a dual pollution of the physical and the mysterious.

Without a doubt, the Tokyo Tower, which marks a new era, can be described as the 'Amenonuhoko' of the New Era, its distorted form resembling the fall of Creator God artifact.

On the underground ruins of Tokyo Tower, there is a sentence inscribed in a mixture of Japanese and Canaan.

"The inevitability of Human Order's closure, the ultimate fate of the Age of Gods replacing all beings—it's a cycle—"

"All creation will eventually return to the End Times after the Seven Gates of the Underworld."

Chapter 468 The Inheritance of the Borgia.

"My father is filling the Eucharist chalice with Wine again. The day before yesterday, he mixed 14th-century Spain red wine with 20th-century Sprite, claiming it was the blood of Jesus and selling it—now all the vending machines in Shinjuku are spewing grape juice."

"If you ask me, we should just stuff the vending machines full of condoms. Remember in 1498? Those Cardinal saw my father distributing condoms in Florence and actually thought they were some new kind of Indulgences..."

Two young-looking saleswomen were talking. They were very similar in height, build, and appearance, like twins. They were slender and pitiful, giving the impression of being as pure and innocent as Angel — the Cesare and the younger sister Lucrezia.

Known as the 'Borgia siblings', they were a pair of Servant, and their father was Pope Alexander VI.

"Then Alexander VI set the price of the case at thirty silver coins each."

Novia, using Erice's body, pushed open the creaking wooden door of the shop. "So, the prostitutes in Florence all had a box of them, and they even gave him the nickname 'Contraceptive Pope'?"

In addition, Alexander VI's main deeds during his tenure as Cardinal of Siena included hosting nighttime balls and parties with other bishops and other high-ranking clergy, inviting the city's noblewomen and ladies to participate. These parties were extremely licentious, and their "husbands, fathers, and relatives were not allowed to attend."

The Church during the Renaissance was a morally corrupt place, and regardless of any hidden reasons, that is how it appears to history and to people.

"Oh my, what brings you here, lovely Erice? Is there anything you'd like to buy? We offer home delivery."

"Hello, Erice- chan."

Inside the Renaissance -style shop, incense wafting from the second floor mingled with 15th-century Florence arias. Upon hearing the voice of the newcomer, the Borgia siblings turned their gaze to the silver-haired Erice.

The brother and sister welcomed Erice's arrival while silently placing a small glass of wine in front of the silver-haired girl.

In Shinjuku, Erice is a household name, for a simple reason: she has no Servant and is the granddaughter of Chizuru Misasagi.

The wind along the Shinjuku coastline carried a salty, watery mist, ruffling Erise 'Erice. Novia could sense the girl's instinctive nervousness; it was probably because she couldn't handle someone who looked young but was actually quite cunning.

Cesare was the right-hand man of his father, the Rome, and served as an archbishop himself, wielding power both inside and outside the Holy See. Lucrezia, on the other hand, used her beauty, which was hailed as that of a 'celestial fairy,' as a weapon to repeatedly enter into political marriages.

What's most memorable is that anyone who gets involved with this brother and sister always ends up dying under mysterious circumstances.

In later generations, the Borgia family became synonymous with scheming and treachery, and their bloodline, obsession with power, and ruthless methods were fully displayed in Marseille Mosaic City... Of course, in addition to this, there were also scandalous rumors about the brother and sister actually having an affair while they were alive.

Therefore, this New World, far removed from the original Holy Grail War and filled with the praise of peace, became their best stage to shine.

Since an eternal utopia is impossible, as long as people live, they will have Desire. It's not that they will be satisfied just because they are immortal. Desire will gradually increase, which is why evil Servant can actually live quite well because of this.

"I'm still a minor, I appreciate your kindness... but of course I'm here to ask for your help."

Eri, with silver Erice, chuckled softly as she pushed aside the distilled liquor with one hand. "I'm here to discuss information—about my eligibility to participate in the Holy Grail Elimination Tournament."

"I'm very sorry, Erice- chan, but according to the information released by the City Information Network, the Holy Grail Elimination Tournament has a very strict process. We can't get close to the City Management AI in charge of the tournament, and besides, ordinary Servant are not allowed to participate..."

Cesare was stirring his cappuccino with the barrel of his Pistol, the Latin "In the Name of Novia" on the butt of the gun flickering in the foam. "Besides," he said, "Without Servant, you're doomed to die. Under normal circumstances, a human can't defeat Servant."

"But Information Network are one thing..."

Novia touched the crack in Erice's left ear.

This was a long time ago when Chizuru Misasagi accidentally cut Erice's hair. Because Erice didn't cry or make a fuss at the time, Chizuru didn't notice until she bled a lot. And because the cut was almost halfway through, the ear has not recovered to a normal size to this day.

"Participating in the Holy Grail Elimination Tournament as a human is certainly a crime, but violating someone's privacy is also severely punished in Marseille Mosaic City. That being said, if you hesitate for fear of being punished, then what kind of information broker are you?"

Upon hearing this, the expression on the Cesare's face stiffened slightly.

"Don't be so disrespectful, I'm doing this for your own good..."

"Hehe, I really lose to you, silver-haired Eri."

Lucrezia, leaning lazily against her brother's back, chuckled softly. She reached behind her brother's shoulder and pulled out a Bronze statue of the Seven Princes of Hell, gently wiping it with a handkerchief.

"Our highest principle as intelligence brokers is never to say no to our customers. Don't you agree, Cesare? That's my father's daily instruction."

A slight surprise and displeasure disrupted Cesare's previously poker face. "... Yes, Lucrezia, of course that's true, Daddy's right."

Immediately afterward, as the pink-haired girl's fingertips traced Beelzebub's twisted horns, a dense array of Hebrew incantations suddenly appeared on the metal surface, followed by the release of a small Astrolabe locked by a Magecraft lock. "Seleucid Astrolabe from the AD, a genuine artifact stained with the blood of Antioch IV. It can disrupt the City Management AI's perception of the user for a period of time without harming the AI. Although it's an overkill, it's sufficient if you wish."

After conquering Jerusalem, Seleucid Empire Emperor Antioch IV intended to Greece the Jews, abolish Judaism and its Faith, and deem them Adharma. He also converted the Jerusalem Temple into a Greece Temple of Zeus, which is also one of the Prototype of the Antichrist.

"And what is the price, Ms. Lucrezia?"

"A few days ago, our father's Master went berserk and used the Shroud of Magdalene to shred twelve Automaton at Shinjuku Coffee. Even though Chesare and I managed to get them out of the therapy room, they were back in for group therapy just two days later."

Lucrezia tossed the silk handkerchief she had used to wipe the Demon statue into the brazier beside her, and then leaped onto the sales counter.

"Three days. If you can calm that old man and his Master down and get them out of the therapy room, my brother and I will give you Astrolabe stained with Antioch IV's true blood, allowing you to participate in the Holy Grail Elimination Tournament as you wish."

Group Psychotherapy - A strategy proposed by the City's management AI to take care of Master who "have no desires" or "completely refuse help from others" but summon Heroic Spirit that they regard as a burden. Most of the participants are Old Humanity generations of humans who suffered psychological trauma in the previous war.

For example, someone who suffered psychological trauma from witnessing Servant kill their family during the Holy Grail War and Servant phobia.

"Absolutely."

The silver-haired Erice turned and left the Hall without a second thought.

This wasn't Novia's idea, but Erice's. She was already feeling suffocated by the atmosphere between these brother Servant... If it weren't to avoid Erice fainting during the body transfer later, Novia would honestly like to talk to the brother and sister more.

After all, he hadn't met the brother and sister when he was invited to Rome by Da Vinci during his time in Central and South America.

"Come again next time, little silver- Erice."

We're waiting for you.

The brother and sister behind the counter waved goodbye and watched the silver-haired Erice leave.

"... You're so generous today!"

After Erice walked out of the shop, Cesare watched as Lucrezia drank the cappuccino he had mixed.

"They actually gave this kid the real thing."

He could immediately tell that what his sister had brought out was genuine, not a counterfeit product.

"It's the same for everyone; it's all about high risk and high reward."

Lucrezia's pale fingers traced the butt of Cesare's gun. "Cesare, you really do care about Erice after all."

"That's because she's too young, and she's also Chizuru Misasagi's granddaughter..."

Cesare could laugh off Erice, Servant individual, but he had to take Erice, the granddaughter of Manazuru Chitose, very seriously. After all, Manazuru Chitose and Lucius were the creators of the New World, and their strength should not be underestimated.

Even though there are rumors circulating that the two don't get along and that Erice is often "beaten up" by Lucius, that's ultimately a family matter. If outsiders interfere, things could get complicated. Cesare doesn't believe that everyone is like his father, treating their children as "necessary sacrifices for the Church's redevelopment."

After all.

Cesare touched the Latin on the stock of his Pistol.

This is the legacy of my father, no, it's the Inheritance of the entire Borgia.

It doesn't matter.

Lucrezia her chin on her hand on the counter. "At worst, we'll all get group psychological treatment. If Shinjuku doesn't work, we can sell information somewhere else. Akihabara? Akihabara? Tokyo? Oh, no, forget about that. Maybe we should just run back to Rome..."

Ceresa sighed, "Rome already Identification Mark us because of the mess my father made. If we get Identification Mark again, we won't be able to stay here in Marseille Japan; we'll have to go to London or Paris..."

In the New Era of Fr, all the Mosaic City were reorganized into City units according to the power of the Holy Grail, and were reborn as new locations. These reorganized City areas are collectively known as 'Marseille Mosaic City'.

As for Servant who dare to endanger the city's Order, once their Spirit Origin is marked with Identification Mark, the streets will not supply them with Od. Moreover, if they merely remain on the streets, the Od of the streets will gradually become a poison that erodes their Spirit Origin. At the same time, there is also a temporary Identification Mark that allows them to be located in the city as long as they wear it.

It can only be said that the current 'Holy Grail' for managing City can be considered, to some extent, a manifestation of humanity's understanding of 'Artificial Intelligence' in earlier years. After all, under the influence of the Holy Grail, New Humanity will not die, and even any Servant may endanger the City will be dealt with in a timely manner.

"It's alright, it's alright. If all else fails, ask Lucius to plead for us. After all, we're part of the Church."

"I still think it would be better to switch to a different Class, since there are really few Church members in the Assassin Class..."

Cesare, dejected, gripped the Latin on his Pistol. "Still looks like a child. I'm too ashamed to tell Lucius that I'm Cesare."

Nicolas Rochiavelli used Cesare as Prototype for his masterpiece, * the Lord *. Later figures like Hitler and Mussolini revered Cesare, and historians have called Cesare "the Demon," comparing him to "Mephistopheles of the Renaissance."

"But Erice really not have Servant? I always felt that her personality was quite different between her silver-haired and black-haired versions. Could she be some kind of parasitic concept Servant? But Lucius shouldn't be indifferent to such things."

"Perhaps it's a kind of personality split caused by forcibly summoning Servant; this is quite common among Magecraft."

Lucrezia narrowed her eyes and smiled sweetly, "After all, our City's administrator Manazuru, is a very pure Magecraft."

Because Manazuru Chitose always wears that Black Sailor Uniform from the Meiji Era, and because she is Erice's Grandmother, the people of Shinjuku speculate that she is over a hundred years old. As for her appearance... well, she has become a victor in the Holy Grail War and the creator of New World, so that's not a big problem.

Cesare pulled out a gilded pen and began to silently write the Latin for 'Novia' on the paper he had taken out:

"I don't believe that Lord Lucius, who has followed Lord Novia his entire life, would listen to the words of a mere Magecraft..."

Two hours later, at the Shinjuku Group Psychotherapy Center.

Just like a large hospital in the New Era, this place is filled with a complex atmosphere of lavender essence mixed with anxiety. In addition to New Humanity who simply do not want Servant, there are also a few New Humanity who have a very bad relationship with Servant.

While the Holy Grail is theoretically the best match, there are still a few exceptions. For example, someone who dislikes the Servant they have summoned and plans to summon them again on their own. In Marseille Mosaic City, this would be a crime, which means eliminating the possibility of crime in advance.

Paracelsus, who was in charge of the reception Hall, had a table in front of him filled with all sorts of strange potion bottles, the liquids inside shimmering with multicolored light.

"Your Servant has blown you away again due to their Noble Phantasm going out of control? This is the latest 'Spirit Origin Stabilizer,' which will calm your Servant down for at least three hours. The side effect might be that they will temporarily turn into a pig. It was made with Circe's suggestion as a reference."

"... Is this really okay?"

"Of course, no problem. I'm an authority on Alchemy. If anything goes wrong, you can go next door to find Nurse Nightingale."

Each Group Psychotherapy Center in City is equipped with different Servant, and in Shinjuku, they are Nightingale and Russellsus.

At this moment, in the clinic under Nightingale's supervision, the Crimea Angel, dressed in a white nurse's uniform, was administering electroshock therapy to Blackbeard: "Excellent! Release your aggression through Role-Playing! Increasing the voltage to the maximum level of your Spirit Origin will yield even better results!"

However, Blackbeard, whose Limbs were trembling from the electric shock, kicked the Spiritrons Detection Equipment machine. "I'm going to blow that damn vending machine up! Last time I inserted 'coins I found at the arcade,' it spat out a bottle of Lust- inducing energy drink. After drinking it, everyone looks like Astolfo!"

Suddenly, a piercing alarm blared in the examination room. Nightingale turned the defibrillator to maximum power. "What classic Cognitive Dissonance! I recommend a prefrontal cortex procedure..."

Despite the fearsome nature of Nightingale's treatment methods, her cure rate was 100%, because every Servant and Master who received her psychological therapy became exceptionally 'healthy'—at least according to Nightingale's definition.

However, compared to Blackbeard, the other Servant in the clinic are currently shining brightly.

Medea waved her wand as she spoke to Blackbeard, who was being treated. "Be content, pirate. A few days ago, I used Medusa's hair to insert a coin, and it spat out a bottle of 'petrifying antidepressant.' The instructions say that staring at the bottle for three hours a day can cure love-struck brains."

"You have the nerve to talk to me like that! Don't think I didn't see you sneaking into the vending machine in the middle of the night to buy this 'special offer' drink that supposedly helps you temporarily forget the stupid thing you did by summoning your ex-husband with your wedding ring'!"

"Shut up! Nurse, I'll give you Od, turn the shocks up to overload!"

Meanwhile, Alexander VI silently made the Cross the cross on his chest, while Novia and Erice were focused on their target.

"Lord, please forgive these Heresy lunatics who treat salvation like a variety show..."

"You shameless old bastard."

Upon hearing this, the reddish-brown man beside him spoke up, "Save your breath. You were way worse back when you sold Indulgences to buy mistresses."

"... explain!"

In an instant, Alexander VI's Was Scepter pressed against the reddish-brown man's throat. "Shakespeare! Why do you insist that I sold Indulgences to buy mistresses!"

Shakespeare, ignoring the Was Scepter poking his throat, chuckled, "I remember a few years ago you were kicked out of Rome Mosaic City your 'Middle Ages E-Commerce Revival Plan,' because you posted a lubricant purchase link on the Holy See's website..."

"But the sales figures did exceed the target!"

Alexander VI waved his left hand, instantly unfolding a holographic report. "The Easter special offer also includes an electronic Indulgences, supporting bank payments in major City worldwide. Won't this directly boost the Church's revenue for decades to come? And I haven't yet added the 'Cain Family Meal Deal,' which includes Abel's lamb soup and thorn salad. The first three customers each day will receive a 'Kinslayer Alliance' commemorative bracelet!"

Shakespeare rolled his eyes. "Will they also be selling limited-edition 'Stigmata Fries later, which, when dipped in Holy Blood Ketchup, unlock a hidden' Book of Revelation's emoji?"

"Alright, thanks to Medea's help, Blackbeard is now back to normal. We'll observe him again to see if he'll confess his love to his Master, who also loves otaku culture, and if he'll climb into bed in the middle of the night and lock his Master up with his hands and feet."

Nightingale, holding a massive Surgery in one hand and an Axe in the other, her bloodshot eyes filled with unwavering resolve. She addressed Alexander VI: "Post-traumatic stress disorder; I recommend removing the hippocampus from the Spirit Origin..."