Heading to Romania / Goodbye, Matou Zouken

But hatred is hatred, and gratitude is gratitude!

Mikaela's decision not to kill him was, in a sense, a favor.

If Waver II were to suddenly die now, the El-Melloi Faction, which had finally begun to show signs of improvement, would very likely perish along with Waver.

The logic is simple: El-Melloi Faction has run out of bargaining chips, and Waver is now their only bargaining chip.

"This is my former mentor's bedroom." Waver led Mikaela into a very simple-looking room and said in a calm tone, "My mentor liked to separate rest from Magecraft. He believed that rest was rest and studying Magecraft was studying Magecraft."

Waver placed his hand on the wall, seemingly triggering a switch, and the bookshelf moved to the side, revealing a simple door in the room.

"The place for studying Magecraft is usually there, while resting is in this room." Waver led Mikaela through the door and into the small Magic Workshop that once belonged to Kayneth.

"... died too young."

As soon as she entered the room, Mikaela understood why Kayneth was called a child prodigy, a genius, and Magecraft with the potential to be Grand.

It was just a small Magic Workshop used for ordinary research, but according to Mikaela's perception, it contained many Magic Crest used in daily life.

There were over fifty Magic Crest, and from a cursory glance, it was clear that they all had different functions! Over fifty Magic Crest for everyday use! And all of them had different functions!

What does this mean? It means that in Kayneth's mind, the same Magic Crest is unnecessary! Making more would be a waste.

Besides those Magic Crest, Mikaela also sensed that the Magic Barrier here had been damaged, meaning that... most of the valuable things here had been taken away.

Those worthless items were left here, which made Mikaela somewhat boastful. Even worthless Magic Crest were quite useful in his eyes.

Kayneth really died young.

"Here." Waver was quite familiar with this place. He casually took out something that looked like a wristband and tossed it to Mikaela, saying calmly, "This is something my mentor casually researched. Its specific function is to see how much energy the Servant you summon will consume."

"??????"

Mikaela tilted her head, looking completely bewildered. Kayneth could actually make this?!

"It's a pretty useless thing, isn't it?" Waver took out a cigar, seemingly wanting to smoke, but then, remembering that this was his mentor's place, he hesitated for a moment, finally putting the cigar down and calmly saying, "However, in this Holy Grail War, this thing is actually quite a useful Magic Crest."

"Generally speaking, you can't feel how much of your mana you're consuming before Servant is summoned."

"But the Magic Crest created by my mentor were clearly designed with in mind how much trouble the arrival of top-tier Servant would cause to the 'Master'."

"However, since my mentor was carrying three Mana Furnace at the time, even if the most powerful Servant were summoned, he did not think he would experience a lack of magic power. Therefore, the gadgets he researched could only be temporarily placed in this small Magic Workshop."

At this moment, Mikaela was beyond words to describe her feelings. Kayneth wasn't just a genius; he was a treasure in himself!

PS: "Starting today, my dear author, I will be updating twice a day. I suggest you take it easy, because... the Chinese New Year is coming soon."

Chapter 145 Heading to Romania

Looking at the wristband in her hand, Mikaela felt a pang of regret for the first time. Should she have intervened to save Kayneth?

Someone like him... ah, no, someone like him, a genius, should stay in this world and fight for people. Dying young is obviously not a good thing for him.

"Hmm?" Looking at the reluctance on Mikaela's face, Waver asked with some surprise, "Saber, why do you have that expression?"

"I'm starting to regret it." Mikaela didn't say much, just sighed, placed the wristband on her hand, and calmly asked, "How do I use this?"

"It's very simple." Waver pointed to the bracers and explained, "When you want to summon Servant, that is, when you recite the summoning incantation, it means that someone in the Throne of Heroes has 'responded' to your summons."

"When someone answers your call, the blue orb on this bracer will shine. The more powerful the Servant, the brighter the light will be."

"Wait a minute!!!" Mikaela interrupted Waver, somewhat puzzled, "Servant strength, can that be detected too???"

"No."

Waver led Mikaela out of the small Magic Workshop, explaining as they walked, "The Servant's strength is not great, Servant responds to your summons and is about to descend from the Throne of Heroes, in my teacher's words, two invisible threads will wrap around you."

"One type is the Command Seal, which represent the control line of absolute command."

"The other one is the thread of magic you provide. I believe you experienced that during the Fourth Holy Grail War."

Now Waver understands that Irisviel is just a facade, Master in name only.

Mikaela's true Master is actually Emiya Kiritsugu. Although we don't know what that Magus Killer was doing from beginning to end, he is Mikaela's true Master.

Then he must be working hard somewhere that I don't know about.

"And this bracer is a temporary connection to the magic line, allowing you to feel how much magic power the Servant you summoned is consuming."

After leaving Kayneth's former room, Waver took out a cigar, put it in his mouth, took a small puff, and sighed, "Even though it's just Magic Crest that my mentor didn't think much of, it really makes me realize how powerful my mentor was when he was alive. His wisdom is far beyond what I can match."

"What a pity, what a pity. If I had known this would happen, I should have saved him." Mikaela touched the wristband in her hand and could understand Waver's feelings at this moment.

This is merely a substandard Magic Crest that Kayneth prepared out of boredom for the Holy Grail War.

If he had really gotten serious, he could probably have created an even more powerful Magic Crest. It's a real shame that someone like him died so tragically in the Holy Grail War.

"Saved your mentor? If you hadn't killed your mentor and me back then, that wouldn't be like you." Waver didn't think Mikaela would let Kayneth go. The situation was extremely dire at the time, Mikaela had vowed to kill them all.

If it weren't for a series of coincidences, Waver felt he wouldn't have survived the Holy Grail War.

"... That's true." Mikaela pondered for a moment, but did not deny Waver's words.

He gave everything for the victory in the Holy Grail War, and under those circumstances, he would never have had the mindset of 'saving people'.

"However, I can grant you a small wish." Seeing Waver's dejected look, Mikaela produced a card in her hand and said calmly, "I'm about to leave for Romania, so after showing you this, I'll be leaving."

"??????"

Waver, smoking a cigar, couldn't understand what Mikaela was up to. After a week together, the two were no longer like they were at the beginning, ignoring each other.

However, their relationship remained deadlocked, and they were always just talking buddies and friends.

"Although you didn't say it, you should have seen it when I fought Gilgamesh at the end: I can transform into other people." Mikaela said calmly, "So, as a small gift, I plan to let you see the dead 'people'."

"Snap—!!"

With the sound of the card shattering, Mikaela transformed.

"..." Waver's cigar fell out of his mouth. His eyes were filled with shock and bewilderment. His body trembled, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Waver Velvet".

The sarcastic voice rang out again, Kayneth El- El-Melloi Archibald 'looking' at Waver, his tone extremely irritating. "Are you satisfied?"

"Teacher..." Waver lowered his head. Even though he knew that the teacher in front of him was Saber in disguise, he was filled with excitement and bitterness.

For Waver, being able to hear his teacher's voice again and see his teacher's face again was an immense blessing.

"Well then, goodbye."

Seeing Waver trembling all over, Mikaela didn't say anything. Instead, she turned around, transformed back into her original form, and walked outside.

"Saber!"

When Waver came to his senses, he immediately reached out as if to stop Mikaela, but when he looked up, he found that she was already gone.

"This is punishment for me, Saber."

After leaving Archibald family, Mikaela boarded a plane to Romania, 'looking' at the Command Seal in his hand, already lost in thought.

Without any Holy Relic, what kind of beings can one summon solely based on 'affinity'?

"Sigh, I hope I can summon a weaker Servant. The mana I have stored up right now is not enough for those powerful Servant to squander."

Although Mikaela possesses the Lesser Holy Grail within her, this Lesser Holy Grail only contains the magic power accumulated over three years. If it were to be used in its entirety, it would be enough to allow even top-tier Heroic Spirit to fight.

But rather than letting top-tier Heroic Spirit fight, it would be better for him, as the 'Master,' to carry out assassinations and kill every Servant and Master.

Since this is an incomplete Holy Grail War, according to Waver's calculations, the Servant in this Holy Grail War should be very weak, and he should be able to handle them with his current strength.

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P. S.: "It's Chinese New Year, so the author won't be updating excessively. Two updates a day is quite normal!"

Chapter 146 Farewell, Matou Zouken

"Damn Matou Zouken."

Inside a luxurious castle, the nobleman known as Darnic Preston Yugdomilenia looked extremely grim.

He just reported the situation here to the Clock Tower.

"Why worry, Darnic? You've already done your best so far." Vlad III looked at Darnic, whose face was very pale, and said in a very calm tone, "Although the Holy Grail War has already begun, we have the best resources."

"No, Your Majesty, the so-called best resources are considered from various perspectives."

Darnic sighed, somewhat annoyed, "In my original plan, after placing the Holy Grail in the spiritual vein, it would take sixty years to prepare for a true Holy Grail War. That time... would be the perfect time."

Indeed, just as Waver and the others suspected, Darnic was no fool. He was willing to sacrifice his spiritual veins to obtain the Holy Grail, so he naturally had his own desires.

However, before that goal could be achieved, Matou Zouken's underhanded tactics within the original Greater Holy Grail fragments led to the Holy Grail War!

This nearly drove Darnic insane; he wanted nothing more than to grind that country Magecraft to dust! He had finally seen a glimmer of hope, and now this guy wanted to extinguish it!

Unforgivable!!! Unforgivable!!! That filthy Magecraft!!!

"I don't see it that way. Perfection itself doesn't exist." Vlad III poured himself a glass of red wine, swirled it around, and said calmly, "I gave everything to resist the invaders during my lifetime, but I'm still considered a 'vampire' by my descendants."

"I acknowledge everything I did during my life, whether it was punishing the invaders, being imprisoned, or spending a very unpleasant time, I can accept it all."

"Yes!" A fierce glint flashed in Vlad III's eyes, and he said with unusual rage, "I absolutely refuse to admit that I am a vampire! Those damned bastards!"

"... The same goes for you, Your Majesty." Darnic poured himself a glass of red wine. It seemed that his plans had been disrupted, and he wasn't in a particularly good mood. He confided in this Guardian Demon General, "A long time has passed since the Clock Tower prophesied that my bloodline would decline. Because of those boring words, I, who should have been on the path to glory, was banished from the Magecraft society. I have already died once as Magecraft."

"Family, future, this is my wish. I do not yearn to go to the source, but hope that the family can remain in this world for a long time."

Darnic's eyes burned with a fierce fire; he had to win this Holy Grail War. According to Matou Zouken, the Holy Grail was an omnipotent wish-granting machine.

Since the Holy Grail can reach the Root, it should also be able to fulfill the simple wish of 'resurrecting' his own family.

Therefore, after learning about the Holy Grail War, Darnic quickly found his trump card and used political means to place the Holy Grail in Romania.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly, and he even managed to summon his Servant, Vlad III, the Guardian Demon General, ahead of time through some tricks!

Mana consumption? Darnic didn't care about such things at all. Since he dared to summon Servant, he must have prepared mana supply long ago. It's just that the one providing the mana wasn't him, but an artificial human created by his family.

"Long-lasting... I see. Is this your wish, Darnic?" Vlad III smiled with admiration and said, "Then I'm afraid I will get along very well with you."

Has it become so ugly?

In a dark corner of Trifas, a young man with blue hair and an unusually serious expression looked at Matou Zouken face, and sighed helplessly, "Why did you become like this? Zolgen Makiri."

"You?! You!! How is this possible?! This is impossible!!!" Matou Zouken held three Command Seal in his hand, but when he looked at the Servant he had summoned, he showed a terrified expression. Yes! There was no mistake!

This guy, who fears neither heaven nor earth and would twist anything for his own life, actually showed such a terrified expression.

"Answer me! Zolgen Makiri!!! How many people have you murdered to maintain this body! Have you forgotten?! Our wish is to end all evil?!"

The blue-haired youth roared, while blue butterflies fluttered around him, seemingly telling a story.

Similarly, ferocious insects were also flying around Matou Zouken, as if they were telling a story.

"Immortality... I want to obtain the Holy Grail, with the Third Magic! Grant me immortality!!!" Matou Zouken raised the Command Seal in his hand, looking at the blue-haired youth before him, his expression twisted as he said, "My pursuit!! Is immortality!! To live forever!"

"By Command Seal Spell!! Die, Machiri Zolgen Makiri!!!"

That's right, the Servant in Servant is Machiri Zolgen Makiri, a participant in the first Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City, and the ancestor of the Matou family.

Or rather... Machiri Zolgen Makiri is Matou Zouken himself.

In a parallel world, or in another world, Machiri Zolgen Makiri died. He did not become Matou Zouken, but instead, like his friend Paracelsus, became Heroic Spirit who protects the world.

"Die? I'm the one who developed the Command Seal system, have you forgotten that already, Zolgen Makiri!"

Machiri Zolgen Makiri was not afraid of the Command Seal at all. The Command Seal system of the Holy Grail War was something he created. Using something he created against him? It was utterly ridiculous!

"Enough, Zolgen Makiri... no, I should say Matou Zouken, your sins disgust me. Immortality has brought you unimaginable sins." Machiri Zolgen Makiri waved his hand slightly, and the blue butterfly beside him fluttered its wings and rushed towards Matou Zouken.

"Then, let 'I' draw an end to your sins."

Blue butterflies filled the surroundings, completely destroying the insects on Matou Zouken.

"No! No!! No!!! I'm almost at the point of immortality!! You can't do that!! Machiri Zolgen Makiri!!!!" Matou Zouken tried to escape, having already used up all three of his Command Seal, but the Servant in front of him remained completely unaffected.

As he said, using the technology he developed to fight against himself... that's a ridiculous tactic.

"Goodbye, Matou Zouken, and the sins I have committed."

Marchi Zolgen Makiri showed no mercy; his eyes were filled with indifference and ruthlessness.