Type-Moon, I, Sakura Matou, Rewrite Destiny

And as the Servants died one after another.

The Pseudo-Holy Grail's light would undoubtedly shine brighter, knowing it would be completely finished and become a wish-granting machine.

No one knew that just as this Holy Grail was entering its final countdown, a winged 'centipede' broke through the soil beside the Holy Grail and transformed into Zouken Matou.

"Hehehe... You little monster from the Tohsaka Family, you would never have guessed I had one last trick up my sleeve... Soon, very soon, I will have my wish granted..."

Above the Miyou River.

As more and more Demon Pillars gathered, the strength of both the Demon Pillars and Solomon continuously grew.

Master and Servant naturally complemented each other. Gilgamesh, who had activated the Star of Revelation, knew very well that if he continued to let trash like the Demon Pillars enter his domain, he would eventually have to face a fully realized Solomon.

With a boom, the Demon Pillars' beams, increasing in intensity and density, finally broke through the interception net Gilgamesh had created by combining the Gate of Babylon with the Star of Revelation.

As one wing of the Ship of Heaven was shattered by a beam fired by a Demon Pillar.

Gilgamesh, his face growing increasingly grim, leaped down from the Ship of Heaven in anger and unleashed it.

A golden point of light fell towards Solomon below.

As if sensing danger, the bodies of the numerous Demon Pillars began to rapidly expand as this golden point of light descended. They then stretched out their swollen, massive, and sturdy bodies, blocking the path of the falling golden point.

"Hmph~ Foolish trash."

It was unclear what Noble Phantasm Gilgamesh had used. As Gilgamesh, his face ashen and full of rage, stood in the sky with his arms crossed, continuously unleashing Noble Phantasms from his Gate of Babylon while staring intently at Solomon, who was also looking at him, the golden point of light, as if it didn't exist, pierced directly through several Demon Pillars that tried to block it with their bodies.

With a boom, fire erupted, and the scent of roasted flesh filled the city.

An Ancient Nuclear Bomb, equivalent to a small tactical nuclear warhead, detonated at the center of over a dozen Demon Pillars, with Solomon's head as the epicenter.

Facing the blinding light produced by the explosion of the Ancient Nuclear Bomb, Artoria, who had been standing on the riverbank at the edge of the battlefield, quietly gathering information and waiting for her moment.

Relying on her extraordinary, superhuman intuition, she directly captured this sliver of opportunity that could decide the outcome of the battle.

The Holy Sword was raised once more, and the light of victory illuminated her again.

In the light of the nuclear explosion, Artoria, who was unremarkable at this moment, began to frantically drain Kirei Kotomine's magic, and with all her might, swung the Holy Sword in her hand.

A torrent of holy light surged forth.

Perhaps to outsiders, Artoria's actions might seem like a desecration of this holy light...

But Artoria, who herself was a 'Holy King' and a 'Saint,' thought in this way, and was by no means desecrating it... because this was her, Artoria's, light!

Raising a hand to erect a magical shield, Solomon, who had now isolated the nuclear explosion with Magecraft, suddenly turned his head in surprise and quickly raised his other hand.

Boom... The torrent of light surged past, and the Demon Pillars that were hit along the way began to wail.

Compared to the Ancient Nuclear Bomb, Artoria's holy light seemed to inflict greater damage on the Demon Pillars.

"Gilgamesh!"

Dragging her battered body, she gritted her teeth and maintained the full liberation of her Noble Phantasm.

This was undoubtedly the best opportunity. Facing Solomon, who had to resist the Ancient Nuclear Bomb while simultaneously defending against Excalibur, it was impossible for him to defend against Gilgamesh's trump card at this moment.

However... in such a perfect situation, Gilgamesh gave up.

Casting a disgusted glance at Artoria, Gilgamesh, who was still quite willful at this time, did not do anything extremely irrational because Artoria interfered with his battle.

But he completely ignored the opportunity before him.

"King of Knights, this is my battle!"

"You bastard... Do you know what you're saying!"

She looked at Gilgamesh in anger. If Solomon were to be dealt with, the Holy Grail would be within reach.

But...

Unmoved. No matter how angry Artoria was, Gilgamesh remained indifferent.

Anger, disappointment, vexation...

Seeing victory, which was within her grasp, slipping away, Artoria glared at Gilgamesh one last time, retracted Excalibur, and watched as the Demon Pillars gradually recovered amidst the aftermath of the nuclear explosion. Before the Demon Pillars' counterattack arrived, she quickly retreated from the riverbank.

On one side of the burning riverbank.

Marisbury touched the bloodstain on his cheek, holding a meteorite that wriggled like a crystal sea urchin, and smiled as he pushed back Berserker, whose blade was about to fall upon him.

"Just a rogue summoned Servant whose combat power cannot be fully utilized... and they could force me to use my external..."

He turned to look at Kirei Kotomine, who had several bloody holes in his body and few Command Spells left in his hand.

Marisbury, who had defeated Kirei Kotomine and Berserker single-handedly with the peculiar meteorite in his hand, suddenly paused his exclamation and then calmly put away the strange, seemingly alive meteorite.

After putting away the meteorite, Marisbury did not rush to deal with Kirei Kotomine, who had completely lost his combat capability. Instead, he watched the battle on the river while using Magecraft to heal the minor wound on his cheek.

"Why didn't you kill me..."

"There's no particular reason. I just found you interesting while observing you... and my Servant also wanted a good fight to bid farewell to the past..."

61. Epilogue... The Victor...

One, two...

A total of seventy-two Demon Pillars were finally summoned to this world by Solomon from his Reality Marble.

Although the vast majority of them were now battered and torn apart by Gilgamesh, they were still not completely destroyed.

As long as Solomon was unharmed, these Demon Pillars could not be killed permanently. Even if Gilgamesh destroyed the Demon Pillars in this world, Solomon could easily revive and summon them again from his own Reality Marble, the Temple of Solomon.

Therefore, instead of letting Solomon summon pristine Demon Pillars, Gilgamesh preferred to leave them half-dead, allowing them to recover slowly.

He glanced back at the battlefield near the bridge. Kirei Kotomine lay on the ground, a pathetic sight, which immediately caught Gilgamesh's eye.

"Too incompetent, Kirei... But for a mere clown I created, reaching this level is enough. I won't hold it against you."

Saying this calmly, Gilgamesh, now devoid of anger or impatience, smiled.

Then, Gilgamesh raised his hand and took out a jug of fine wine and two golden cups from the Gate of Babylon.

Without hesitation, he walked past the monstrous and bizarre Demon Pillars, which loomed like mountains and exuded immense pressure, and stepped through the air directly to Solomon's side.

Solomon, looking at Gilgamesh, who stood slightly taller than him, ordered the Demon Pillars to cease their attack. He also smiled and rose from his throne, approaching Gilgamesh.

"One last drink?"

"Of course, you have the best wine here."

Gilgamesh accepted the wine cups and jug.

Solomon smiled knowingly at Gilgamesh's subtle gestures, then poured a full cup for Gilgamesh before filling his own.

After draining their cups, they looked at each other and smiled.

In the aftertaste of the divine brew, they seemed to understand each other's thoughts.

"I have been defeated, defeated by the lackey of that mongrel. I will hand over that insignificant cup to you as well."

"Gilgamesh, you are merely restricted by your Spirit Origin and Master... After all, you haven't used all your trump cards!"

"What an unpleasant pair of eyes... Solomon, defeat is defeat. I will never deny my failure... If I cannot accept even a small failure... then Enkidu... Never mind, why am I telling you this? Come!"

With that, Gilgamesh threw off his armor, revealing his well-built, aesthetically pleasing upper body.

Seeing Gilgamesh's action, Solomon also shed his outer robe.

Beneath it, he revealed a neat, practical outfit and the firm muscles of his arms.

Fist against fist, foot against foot.

These were two kings who acknowledged each other, enjoying the purest form of combat in the most primitive way.

After all, enemies could be found anywhere, but opponents who could acknowledge each other... were incredibly rare.

Punch after punch, each landing with solid impact.

It seemed like a long time since either Gilgamesh or Solomon had experienced such a satisfying and pure battle.

Although both were bleeding from each other's blows, their faces were equally filled with joyous smiles.

As these ancient kings traded punches, beating each other and reveling in the most masculine of battles, On the burning riverbank, A Holy Sword was, at some point, placed at Marisbury's throat.

"Give me... give me the Holy Grail..."

Facing the Holy Sword at his neck, Marisbury showed no fear. Instead, he boldly met Artoria's gaze, her emerald eyes filled with near-despair.

Slowly raising his hand, he gently pushed the Holy Sword away from his throat. With a smile, Marisbury stared into Artoria's eyes and spoke with utmost sincerity.

"No problem, I can give you the Holy Grail... but not now!"

"Are you toying with me!"

Pressing the Holy Sword back against Kirei's neck, Artoria, who had been so close to obtaining the Holy Grail, roared at Marisbury in near madness.

"Give me the Holy Grail... I can't let their sacrifices be in vain... I can do better, I can do better... Yes, I can..."

"I am truly sorry, King Arthur, but I cannot agree to give you the Holy Grail now. However, in 20 years, there will be another Holy Grail War in this city... I can help you remain in this world... allow you to participate in that Holy Grail War, and guarantee your victory!"

Biting her lip tightly, Artoria's hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

Finally, Artoria slowly lowered the Holy Sword.

"The price... What price do you want me to pay."

"For these twenty years, you will serve me and cooperate with my research..."

"Agreed. A contract. You must sign a contract with me!"

Having allied with Gilgamesh, and now watching herself lose the Holy Grail, Artoria naturally no longer trusted mere verbal promises.

"No problem, I can sign a contract with you..."

Saying this, Marisbury walked over to Kirei Kotomine, directly took the remaining five Command Spells from his hand, and then tore a piece of cloth from Kirei's clothing.

Taking out a Command Spell, he simultaneously reached out and collected some blood from Kirei's wound.

Using the magic from the Command Spells, Marisbury wrote a Self-Imposed Contract on the spot.

Without hesitation, he signed his name and then handed the Self-Imposed Contract to Artoria.

After a glance at the terms of the Self-Imposed Contract, although still somewhat unwilling, Artoria, knowing there was no other path to obtain the Holy Grail, signed her name on the Self-Imposed Contract...

A long time later.

On the banks of the Miyou River, as night was about to end, Marisbury, the victor of the Holy Grail War, gazed into the distance with Solomon and Artoria...

The fires from the battle still burned fiercely. Standing by the river in the center of the inferno and looking around, it seemed as if all of Fuyuki City was ablaze.

"Let's go, let's go meet the Holy Grail..."

With a hint of impatience, Artoria quickly followed Marisbury's steps.

However, Solomon, who had re-donned his robe and had recently helped Marisbury allow Artoria to remain in the present world and fulfill his wish through the Uruk Great Cup, shook his head.

"No, let's say goodbye here... I'll bother you again if I ever can't go on living."

"That's fine too... Sol- Romani Archaman, my door is always open to you..."

62. Star-Forged Holy Grail, Counter Force, and Wishes...

Beside the Pseudo-Holy Grail that was about to take shape, King Hassan, his body almost transparent, walked step by step towards Zouken Matou, who was filled with terror and unwillingness, carrying a ferocious greatsword in his hand.

He retreated backward in terror until his escape route was blocked by a solid rock wall...

Zouken Matou, his expression ferocious and full of resentment, had not tried to resist...

But facing King Hassan, even a King Hassan who was about to dissipate on his own... what use was Zouken Matou's resistance?