Type-Moon, I Sakura Matou Rewrite Destiny

Everything else held no value in their eyes.

However, being submerged in formalin meant an end to any further magecraft study and research.

Therefore, this was absolutely unacceptable to any orthodox magus.

As for less orthodox magi, it depended on the situation. The world was vast and full of all sorts of people. After so many years since the Mage's Association was founded, it was impossible to say there wasn't one or two eccentrics.

But Sakura Matou and Zouken Matou were definitely not among those eccentrics.

Sakura Matou's talent was more than enough for a Seal Designation. If anyone were to leak information to the Mage's Association, Sakura Matou's chances of being Seal Designated would be extraordinarily high.

However, compared to Sakura Matou, if someone were to leak information about Zouken Matou or the Great Holy Grail to the Mage's Association, Zouken Matou's chances of being Seal Designated would absolutely be one thousand percent.

The Mage's Association would never let go of Zouken Matou, a magus who had lived for over five hundred years, nor the Great Holy Grail that could potentially achieve the Third Magic.

Therefore, the threat Zouken Matou posed was, in Sakura Matou's eyes, nothing more than a joke.

Still, Zouken Matou always had the possibility of a desperate last stand, though the probability was almost nonexistent.

But Sakura Matou wasn't planning to gamble on the courage of this old monster, Zouken Matou.

Moreover... Zouken Matou's rebellion was part of Sakura Matou's plan.

Because... Sakura Matou had never prepared to participate in the Holy Grail War herself.

Whether before or after confirming the timeline... the true Master who Sakura Matou chose to represent the Matou Family in the Holy Grail War was actually Zouken Matou.

It was just that before understanding the current timeline, Sakura Matou had decided to have Shinji Matou control a Servant with the Book of False Attendants for the Fourth War. Now, Sakura Matou's decision was to have this old man, Zouken Matou, fight this war directly.

After all, Sakura Matou's goal from beginning to end was to obtain the complete Great Holy Grail... not the Lesser Holy Grail, which was filled with Servant corpses and whose main function was to create holes.

The Third Magic was good, but venturing to the outer world through a hole, to an unknown destination, to obtain an unknown Third Magic... such a gamble was never within Sakura Matou's scope of choices from the start.

Bending down to pick up the severed hand Sakura Matou had thrown, Zouken Matou looked at the three crimson Command Spells on the hand.

His eyes narrowed to slits, and the moment he saw the Command Spells, he understood Sakura Matou's intention.

"You spent so much cost and effort... even going so far as to spend a fortune to build a passage to this Ley Line node... and in the end, you're giving it to me... Sakura Matou, what exactly do you want to do!"

"Cost and effort? Grandfather, are you sure I spent those?"

What cost did Sakura Matou really spend? Hadn't Zouken Matou accumulated it over hundreds of years? As for effort, Sakura Matou did spend a little, but that was all.

Compared to the effort Sakura Matou spent learning the Yellow Court Scripture, or even the Harry Potter series of magic, the effort used here was negligible.

Only the trip to the Great Holy Grail truly required Sakura Matou's effort, but that was mainly to understand her current timeline through the Great Holy Grail.

Therefore, the cost and effort mentioned by Zouken Matou were almost nonexistent.

"Alright, Grandfather, let the old man's rebellion end here... However, in exchange for the qualification for the Holy Grail War, you'll transfer the deed of the Spiritual Land to Uncle Tsuruno when you get back."

"Heh heh... I'll have someone send it to that fellow Tsuruno..."

Casually peeling off the skin with the Command Spells from the severed hand, Zouken Matou then stuffed the bloody human skin directly into his chest. With his signature cackling laughter, he transformed into countless flying insects and disappeared into the Ley Line node where the Pseudo-Holy Grail was placed.

"Heh heh, struggle, Zouken Matou. Unleash your final value to your heart's content. You have no idea what you're about to face... Ah! Crap, I need to go back first, Orochimaru, or my clumsy older sister might go overboard with the Ley Lines again."

Activating Shapeshift again, she transformed into a bizarre black mist and soared upwards. Soon, Sakura Matou returned to the surface through the artificially dug passage. Suddenly, as if remembering something, she reappeared the moment she flew out of the cave entrance.

Looking down at the trash named Ryunosuke Uryu at her feet, Sakura Matou, who had taken his right hand with the Command Spells just a few minutes ago, spat in disgust at his blood-soaked body and then kicked him down the nearly vertical passage, a drop of over 500 meters.

"Hoo~ My mind is clear..."

Reversing the Ley Lines was naturally not an easy task for Rin.

Moreover, using the reversal of Ley Lines to rapidly release the magic from the Great Holy Grail was even more so.

Therefore, Rin had no idea how much magic was released during the Ley Line reversal, nor how much magic was currently flowing through the Ley Lines.

"Rin, persevere. This is Father's command, and Sakura Matou's wish... Rin, you must persevere."

However, all in all, for Rin, a simple word, 'release,' would suffice.

Just as Rin stood in the center of the Matou residence's garden, her face red with effort as she resisted the backlash from the Ley Lines, Sakura Matou, dusty from her travels, finally arrived home.

"That's enough, Sister... It's been enough for ten years. The Holy Grail War has entered its final countdown. You can stop now!"

"Ah, I can stop?"

"En, you can."

Stopping her control of the magic circle, Rin, who had also stopped casting, then collapsed onto the garden grass, her legs giving out.

"Finally done... Sakura Matou, wasn't I amazing!"

"En, super amazing! Just like you, Rin sister!"

"Hee hee, not super amazing, maybe... very amazing?"

Hugging Rin, who was sitting on the ground, her face pressed against Rin's, Sakura Matou nodded without hesitation.

"Anyway, Sister, you're amazing, that's what matters!"

15. Kischur Zelretch and Animsphere

In the cold winter of early 1994, with the Pseudo-Holy Grail finally completed, this Holy Grail War, meticulously planned by Sakura Matou, naturally began its final countdown according to the established procedure.

As the countdown drew closer to the start of the Holy Grail War, Sakura Matou's daily life also began to gradually become busier.

Of course, Sakura's busyness wasn't for this Holy Grail War.

Because from the very beginning, the outcome of this Holy Grail War had already been decided.

Matou Grand Hotel.

This hotel, once named after Fuyuki City, had, months ago, with a large influx of capital from the Matou Family back into the small area of Fuyuki City, naturally completed its rebranding under Sakura's command and became a Matou Family property.

Simultaneously, with the massive investment, this already aged hotel underwent a complete renovation, its luxury reaching new heights.

However, despite such a no-expense-spared investment, it still couldn't satisfy the 'distinguished guests' currently residing there.

In the penthouse suite of the Matou Grand Hotel.

One of the two mages invited to participate in this Holy Grail War was currently expressing considerable dissatisfaction.

"Such crude taste. Surely the head of the Matou Family won't have the two of us residing in such a dreadful place throughout this magical competition?"

Impeccable blond hair, clothes buttoned up perfectly, and an extremely standard noble posture… all indicated that the mage complaining about the living environment had almost draconian requirements for decorum.

Compared to him, the mage sitting opposite, with silver hair and a 'baby face' that always wore a gentle smile, seemed much more approachable.

"For a place like the Far East, Kischur, having this level of accommodation is already quite good."

"Mr. Animsphere, you are too lenient. However, the taste of country mages… I shall reluctantly accept it this time."

Perhaps it was due to the face Mr. Animsphere, as Kischur called him, was giving, or perhaps Kischur felt he really should be more tolerant of people from the countryside, Kischur ultimately chose to stop complaining.

However, stopping his complaints didn't mean Kischur would show a pleasant expression.

Especially when the inviter had yet to appear.

He glanced up at the crystal clock hanging on the wall.

Kischur's arrogant face began to show impatience as time passed.

"The person who invited us to this rural event can't even adhere to a schedule properly…."

"There are still five minutes until the agreed-upon time, Kischur. Be a little more tolerant. Moreover, according to my investigation, this Holy Grail War we're participating in seems quite interesting."

If anyone else had said this, Kischur would likely have shown disdain.

After all, Japan, a region considered extremely remote in the mage world, was essentially the countryside of the mage world. Furthermore, this 'magical competition' was using the common title of the Holy Grail.

However… if even Animsphere found this interesting, then it was an entirely different matter.

"Oh? Is there any special information, Mr. Animsphere?"

"Mmm, my previous investigation yielded a small discovery. According to my research, this Holy Grail War held in Fuyuki City is said to have been created by the Einzbern family in conjunction with two other magical families hundreds of years ago."

"Einzbern… those guys… Mr. Animsphere, you aren't suggesting that there might be magic hidden in this rural place, are you?"

"I'm not sure about that. My investigation only went this far."

Just as Kischur was about to discuss this possibility further with Animsphere, A crisp knock on the door suddenly interrupted their conversation.

As the door was opened from the outside, Kischur, already displeased with the inviter, naturally had his eyes brewing with anger as he looked towards the opened suite door, his displeasure amplified by the interruption of the knocking and opening sounds.

However, upon seeing the figure entering, Kischur froze.

"Greetings, Lord Kischur Zelretch, and Lord Marisbury Animsphere. I am the one who extended the invitation to you… Sakura Matou, the head of the Matou Family, one of the Three Founding Families of the Holy Grail War."

"Ha, is this some kind of sick joke… a little girl!"

Completely ignoring Kischur's gaze, Sakura, who walked to the sofa on Kischur's left and sat down as if at leisure, seemed to have overlooked Kischur in the room from the start. Since entering, her gaze had been fixed on Marisbury Animsphere.

Sakura's act of ignoring him undoubtedly worsened Kischur's mood, which was already soured by a series of events.

If not for his years as a lecturer and professor, which instilled in him a restraint from attacking children, anyone else might have already flown into a rage and attacked.

However, even if he wouldn't attack Sakura, Kischur, whose mood had reached its absolute worst, still erupted in fury.

"Are you ignoring me? Have your family's true head come out! I, Kischur, will challenge him to a duel!"

Finally, amidst Kischur's roar, Sakura's gaze shifted from Marisbury, the man she currently perceived as the greatest threat to her.

"My apologies, Lord Kischur. I was rude… However, Lord Kischur, you are also being very rude right now… Since when in the mage world has the obstacle to becoming a family head been age, rather than… talent?"

As Sakura said, the world of mages, while appearing glamorous on the surface, with most mages acting like refined nobles with impeccable demeanor.

But in reality, the world of mages was one of survival of the fittest. Within the rules, as long as you were powerful enough and could translate that power into tangible strength, you could obtain almost anything you desired.

At their core, mages were just monsters cloaked in civilization.

Therefore, Sakura's statement that talent determined the head of the family was undoubtedly the most accurate assertion in the mage world.

"Are you serious?"

"Naturally. Although I haven't yet received the family crest, my status as the Matou Family head is undeniable… Lord Kischur."

"Hahahaha, interesting, very interesting indeed. Mr. Animsphere, I believe I am beginning to look forward to this Holy Grail War…"

Watching Kischur laugh heartily, his eyes fixed on Sakura with a cruel and excited glint, Marisbury merely nodded slightly, not taking up Kischur's remark.

"So, you little brat who calls yourself talented, will you personally participate in this Holy Grail War to show off your abilities?"

16. Masters Gather...

"So, you little brat who calls yourself talented, will you personally participate in this Holy Grail War to show off your abilities?"

He gently shook his head, pouring a bucket of cold water over Kischur Zelretch's head.

"Lord Kischur Zelretch, talent also needs time to be realized. I am truly too young for this Holy Grail War right now..."

"Hmph... Just empty talk, brat."

"I apologize for disappointing you, but please rest assured, I can guarantee that you will encounter worthy opponents in this Holy Grail War who will bring you great merit."

Without waiting for Kischur Zelretch to react, Sakura, a magic wand flashing out from her sleeve, casually waved it. Several participant profiles that Sakura had long prepared appeared directly on the coffee table in front of the three of them.

Although his impression of Sakura was not good, Kischur Zelretch was impressed by Sakura's spellcasting.

"A decent Magecraft. If it were a bit more refined, I think I would be willing to publish a paper on this Magecraft for you and help you apply for a patent!"

He was arrogant and conceited, impulsive and irritable, but Kischur Zelretch was undoubtedly one of the rare 'pure' and upright individuals among mages.

Towards enemies, he was absolutely merciless, but towards those worthy of praise, Kischur Zelretch would never hold back his commendations, even if he disliked the person.

"Thank you for the compliment... Now, my lords, would you like me to explain the participant profiles in detail?"