Pandora meant "one endowed with every gift."
She was the Witch of Calamity, and also a rare genius.
Samael looked down, raising a hand to touch the patterns on the stone foundation. His pitch-black eyes flickered faintly.
The Saintess of Winter—Anastasia? The Third Magic that would save humanity?
Heh. If he remembered correctly, he had given her that name.
It seemed that during her time wandering the human world, his dear daughter had not only inherited his talent for deception, but had also learned quite a few useful things.
The Holy Grail System before him, bearing numerous traces of Age of Gods techniques, was probably one of her masterpieces.
Come to think of it, should he simply dismantle it?
It seemed that if he did, many problems would be solved at once.
Having obtained a general understanding of the information within, Samael withdrew his hand from the stone platform, stroked his chin, and pondered silently for a moment before gently shaking his head.
Even without the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City, there would still be Tokyo, Romania, Snowfield City...
As long as humanity continued to exist, its pursuit of desire would never cease.
Since there was no way to solve it once and for all.
He might as well try this...
With a plan forming in his mind, the ancient serpent's lips curled up pleasantly. He bent down and crouched before the ancient altar, tracing and sketching across the weathered rock surface with his fingers. Thread after thread of blood seeped into the dense Magic Formations.
The primordial runes and spells underwent subtle changes under the contamination of holy blood.
The Holy Grail System was undoubtedly a massive and complex project. Just as Samael made a "minor" adjustment to the Magic Formations according to his design, faint rustling sounded