Then, while transporting them to Germany, he deliberately made them pass through Trifas and killed every mage and soldier who had once fought alongside him. After that, his days were devoted to research and politics. Before the Mage's Association, Darnic always maintained the facade that "the Yggdmillennia family had always been content with its position as a shelter for fallen magi."
To make the Great Holy Grail adapt to Trifas, Darnic had slowly altered its nature. In the process, the Great Holy Grail had gained not only the ability to summon pure Heroic Spirits, but also the ability to summon "figures who possessed only the aspect of a Heroic Spirit." Could this be called an unexpected byproduct?
In any case, time was plentiful. Ten years, twenty years, thirty years, forty years, fifty years, sixty years...
What exactly lay at the foundation of this obsessive resolve?
Was it the Root, the driving force behind every mage? Of course, that was a major factor. Having been born a mage, it was only natural to make that his goal. But could he truly go this far for such a "pure" wish alone?
The bitter memories of eighty years ago surfaced in his mind once more.
Back then, when he had made a brilliant debut as a promising young mage, he had received a marriage proposal. It had truly been an excellent match. For Darnic, it would lay the foundation for elevating his bloodline into that of a noble family.
And yet, the marriage had been put on hold at that very moment. The Yggdmillennia bloodline was impure and likely could not endure beyond five generations. From then on, it could only decline... That had been the advice of a certain mage.
It was utterly ridiculous. If they still had five generations, then taking