Men Remain Boys Until the Day They Die

"Why did you let him go? You know he's Assassin's Master, don't you?"

Watching Kotomine Kirei vanish into the dark woods, Irisviel finally could not resist probing the matter.

She simply could not understand why Allen had not taken the opportunity to kill that man who radiated evil and danger from head to toe.

After all, the rules of the Holy Grail War were to eliminate every Master and kill the Servants they summoned, gathering the endless magical energy connected to the leylines to ultimately form an omnipotent wish-granting machine.

"Kill Kotomine Kirei? No! It isn't time yet. As the most unstable factor in this Holy Grail War, he still has other duties to fulfill." Allen answered casually.

"Other duties?" Irisviel frowned instinctively.

"That's right! But compared to that man who was evil by nature, I'm more concerned with whether Caster is dead. As the vessel of the Holy Grail, you should know better than anyone, right?"

As he spoke, Allen turned his gaze toward the Homunculus of the Einzbern family.

It has to be said, those Magi who had sought to achieve the Third Magic had truly been insane. They had actually created an artificial life-form with virtually no flaws.

What was more, they had turned their entire family into a perpetual automated doll workshop.

Having never received an order to stop, they had endlessly repeated the task given to them by their creators, attempting to recreate the true Greater Holy Grail—the Heaven's Feel, also known as the Third Magic.

More precisely, the magecraft of this world actually corresponded to magic in other worlds.

And the magic of this world corresponded to a kind of rule-based power, something that ought to be called a miracle.

In fact, Tohsaka Tokiomi's desire to seize the Holy Grail and reach the so-called