Kirei Kotomine suddenly smiled, somewhat delighted.
A Holy Grail War required him to make use of quite a few connections among government officials he had known before, but as long as someone he knew appeared in such a war and struggled in pain, he would feel tremendous joy. And when that joy overlapped with the joy of Kiritsugu Emiya appearing once more, it became a double delight.
"But I really don't want to hold another Holy Grail War."
"Why?"
"When I was young, I once wanted to become a Holy Grail War referee like my father."
"What kind of reason is that? You used to admire it, which means you've given up on it now?"
"Yes, unfortunately. Becoming a Holy Grail War referee came at a price. The more I refereed Holy Grail Wars, the more I realized that people had limits. It would have been better if I'd noticed that sooner."
"What are you trying to say, Kirei Kotomine?"
As Kirei Kotomine spoke, tears began to stream down his face uncontrollably.
"After using the power of Servants within the cards, the magi participating in the Holy Grail War would also have their strength raised to the level of Servants. The destructive power was simply too terrifying. And if Noble Phantasms were included, they could destroy an entire city. Take Excalibur, for example, or beam-type Noble Phantasms like the Golden Sword of Victory. The Fuyuki Bridge nearly snapped last time!"
"Could you put that more simply?"
Kirei Kotomine looked sadly at Illya. "In short, the cleanup afterward is too troublesome. I have to settle things with the government, quickly repair pavement tiles, repair bridges, repair this and that. And then I have to make the Fuyuki Gas Bureau take the blame, with gas explosions happening every day."
"You always say