On the Eve of the Final Battle

After listening to Emiya Kiritsugu's account of what happened last night, Wang Xiaoming, having roughly understood what had happened, casually asked a question.

Emiya Kiritsugu nodded silently, a hint of hesitation flashing deep in his empty pupils.

When he encountered that unexpected situation last night, Emiya Kiritsugu's first thought was to consult with Wang Xiaoming, and he did just that. When he returned, he discovered that Wang Xiaoming was seriously injured.

After finally waiting for Wang Xiaoming to wake up, Emiya Kiritsugu couldn't wait to come over. Clinging to his last glimmer of hope, he wanted an explanation from him.

"Well, actually, I was planning to tell you this even if you hadn't asked."

The atmosphere was slightly tense, broken when Wang Xiaoming made a move to get up. Medea instinctively reached out to help him, but Wang Xiaoming smiled at her and then turned his gaze to the silent man before him.

"Let's go downstairs and talk. We can call Saber along."

"Kiritsugu..."

Saber, who was sitting in the living room waiting for news, turned around when she heard the noise coming from the stairs and saw Kiritsugu, followed by Wang Xiaoming and Medea.

"Wang Jun, it's so wonderful that you've recovered."

Seeing Saber's sincere gaze, Wang Xiaoming responded with a calm smile.

After everyone was seated, Wang Xiaoming calmly recounted a fact that shocked the three people present:

"The Holy Grail has been corrupted."

Under the shocked and incredulous gazes of Saber and Emiya Kiritsugu, Wang Xiaoming revealed the "truth" he knew.

"That was the Third Holy Grail War sixty years ago..."

Under Wang Xiaoming's storytelling style, the truth of sixty years ago slowly unfolded in everyone's minds.

Before Wang Xiaoming could finish speaking, Emiya Kiritsugu already had the urge to escape from this place immediately.

He couldn't believe that the all-powerful wish-granting machine he relied on to achieve miracles and grant wishes had been corrupted and could only grant wishes through destruction.

According to Wang Xiaoming's account, if he were to make a wish to end war, what would await humanity...?

The thought sent chills Emiya Kiritsugu.

The source of the information was no longer important. Even if he didn't believe what Wang Xiaoming said, Emiya Kiritsugu still didn't dare to gamble with the future of humanity.

Not only was Saber's expression Kiritsugu, but even the ahoge (cowlick) on her head was trembling slightly.

Although her obsession with obtaining the Holy Grail had largely dissipated, Saber's heart was still far from at peace when she thought about the consequences of unleashing the Holy Grail.

Looking at the two impacted figures, Emiya Kiritsugu and Saber, Wang Xiaoming sighed softly.

Let's give these two some time to calm down.

Thinking this, Wang Xiaoming stood up from his seat, and Medea reached out and took his arm.

The two quietly left the living room and returned to their room.

Once back in his room, Wang Xiaoming finally breathed a sigh of relief. The heavy atmosphere in the living room had really made this patient feel...

Wang Xiaoming gently shook his head and looked at Medea beside him, who had a calm and composed expression. Although he knew it was inappropriate, he was still a little curious.

Don't you care?

Wang Xiaoming's question echoed in the quiet room. Under Wang Xiaoming's gaze, Medea shook her head and chuckled softly.

"Fortunately, my wish did not require the Holy Grail, and it has already been fulfilled."

As they spoke, their eyes met. Her gaze remained unwavering and unblinking, like the purest primary colors, devoid of any falsehood.

The words Wang Xiaoming was about to ask also disappeared from his mind.

Medea's smile possessed such captivating beauty.

Language suddenly lost its meaning, and their pupils seemed to be colored by the emotions flowing from their hearts; they simply gazed at each other.

Their thoughts were already self-evident.

"That..." *2

The two who spoke at the same time couldn't help but smile at each other. This feeling of mutual understanding was special and captivating.

However, getting back to the main point, now that we know the "truth" about the Holy Grail, the next thing to do is to discuss how to deal with Holy Grail. As for the two children, Medea had already cast a detection Magecraft on them. Although she couldn't pinpoint their location, fortunately, the feedback from the Magecraft indicated that the two children were safe and sound.

So what's next...?

"Cough cough--"

As Wang Xiaoming was pondering, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, followed by a violent cough.

Seeing Wang Xiaoming's pale face, Medea quickly used Magecraft to stabilize his body. Although the wound from the Noble Phantasm had healed, the aftereffects of excessive blood loss were not so easy to resolve.

After Wang Xiaoming finally recovered, Medea couldn't help but scold him:

Why work so hard?

Wang Xiaoming glanced at Medea beside him. Through her flowing, azure hair, her fair face appeared before him, and her clear, crystal-like eyes looked at him.

"Because..."

Looking at Medea like this, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but laugh:

"The things I want are all expensive, the places I want to go are all far away, and the person I like is absolutely perfect."

Medea, from the Age of Gods, had never heard such sweet words before. The moment Wang Xiaoming finished speaking, her fair cheeks flushed red.

Thump, thump--

Medea's heart pounded wildly in her chest, but when she glanced out of the corner of her eye at Wang Xiaoming was smiling, she didn't react.

--no

In this "war," the Witch from the Age of Gods is not prepared to surrender so easily.

Under Wang Xiaoming's gaze, Medea's embarrassment faded:

"Master, are you prepared to pay the price?"

"What price?"

Hearing Medea's puzzling words, Wang Xiaoming was somewhat stunned and subconsciously asked a question.

"Of course, it's the price for flirting with Witch."

Wang Xiaoming was slightly stunned, and then he was met with a pair of warm and soft lips.

"Hmm, a barrier?"

Saber went up to the second floor, wanting to find Wang Xiaoming to learn more about the Holy Grail. She stared blankly at the barrier located at the top of the stairs on the second floor.

And a message with purple fluorescence above the barrier.

Do not disturb

Chapter 121. On the Eve of the Final Battle

It felt like I had just closed my eyes, and not long after, when I opened them again, the setting sun was already shining on the windowsill.

"Woke up?"

The voice coming from beside me sounded like someone who had just woken up, very languid.

Wang Xiaoming turned his head and saw Medea beside him, her head tilted as she gazed at him. Her beautiful eyes shimmered, and her long, flowing hair was spread out on the bed, with a playful strand of hair winding around the back of her neck and slipping into the cleavage of her chest...

Wang Xiaoming stared at her, dumbfounded. Only then did he understand the true meaning of a line of ancient poetry he had casually encountered in a book in his previous life.

--Unexpectedly, the heavens bestowed upon her a beautiful figure.

Seeing Wang Xiaoming's stunned expression, Medea chuckled. She gently traced circles on his chest with her right index finger, then sighed softly. From the moment they were summoned until now, the scenes they had experienced flashed before her eyes like a series of images:

"It feels like a dream..."

"This is far more bizarre than a dream."

Wang Xiaoming gently grasped her hand and placed it on his heart, smiling as he replied:

"I'd never dream of such a beautiful lover."

Hearing Wang Xiaoming's words, Medea simply smiled and then snuggled into Wang Xiaoming arms.

No communication is needed, yet our hearts are connected.

The two people, bathed in the sunset streaming through the window, quietly enjoyed this precious moment.

"Evening... um..."

Wang Xiaoming, who had just come out of his room, was about to greet the two people sitting in the living room, but as soon as he raised his hand, he keenly sensed a strange atmosphere in the living room.

Saber appeared to be sitting in the living room, resting with her eyes closed, just like always. However, the undeniable blush on her face and the slightly trembling ahoge on her head betrayed her.

--Something's strange

Thinking it over, Wang Xiaoming turned his gaze to Emiya Kiritsugu on the other side of the living room, wanting to see his reaction. Then...

What the hell?!

Can you imagine Emiya Kiritsugu gazing at someone with that kind of meaningful look?

Wang Xiaoming couldn't imagine it, so he felt like his worldview was about to collapse.

Emiya Kiritsugu looked at Medea, who was following behind Wang Xiaoming and had a slightly flushed face. As someone who had been through similar experiences, how could he not know what had happened?

Glug~

The stomach, protesting its hunger, timely interrupted the somewhat awkward atmosphere in the room.

"Let's... eat first..."

After the meal, everyone returned to the living room and sat down. Emiya Kiritsugu then recounted his "achievements" from the day:

Fuyuki City, which had already entered the depths of winter, experienced an unprecedented and unusual celestial phenomenon today.

--The north winds that had been blowing for days suddenly stopped, catching the Fuyuki City, who were wearing cotton-padded coats and preparing to go out, off guard. The heavy and cold air dissipated under the summer-like blazing sun, which was incredibly hot out of season.

The hot and humid weather, which even meteorological experts cannot explain, only occurs in the area centered around Fuyuki City.

However, as Magecraft Emiya Kiritsugu could clearly sense that the magical energy in the spiritual veins beneath Fuyuki City was slowly converging towards Mount Enzo, the location of Magecraft Greater Grail, which was based on Justeaze.

Standing at the foot of Mount Enzo, he didn't need to get close to sense that something seemed to be forming and gradually taking shape at the Mount Enzo...

Emiya Kiritsugu secretly made up his mind.

--This kind of thing absolutely cannot be kept.

"So what are you planning to do... Holy crap!"

Before Wang Xiaoming could finish speaking, he saw Emiya Kiritsugu solemnly pulling out explosives from his person. After he had emptied his "stockpile," he looked at the layers of explosives piled on the table...

Is this an armory version of Doraemon?

"So you're planning to blow up Mount Enzo?"

When he asked this question, Wang Xiaoming could already imagine Emiya Kiritsugu's definite answer, but...

What's with you shaking your head?!

"While destroying the Greater Grail within Mount Enzo is the quickest solution, I currently don't have enough explosives to destroy the entire Mount Enzo... so..."

"You're planning to destroy the Greater Grail attacking the spiritual veins that maintain its operation, aren't you?"

Medea, who had been observing from the sidelines, stated her conjecture with certainty, which also made Wang Xiaoming was standing nearby, suddenly realize the truth.

If we compare the entire Holy Grail System to a lake, then the vesicles that supply the magic power that makes the Greater Grail function are the source that constantly infuses the lake with fresh water. If the source is destroyed, then the Greater Grail, lacking magic power, will naturally stop functioning.

Although this comes at the cost of the entire Holy Grail System, it is insignificant compared to the consequences of liberating the "being" within the Holy Grail.

"So I need Caster to help me pinpoint the exact locations of those ley lines."