Twin-Faced Tower Izermar: Stirring on All Sides

Tōko Aozaki had naturally heard of the Holy Grail War. It had been a magecraft ritual that took place in the Far East ten years ago, and the previous head of El-Melloi had died there.

It was said that the victor could obtain the Holy Grail and make any wish.

However, regarding the Holy Grail War's true nature, aside from those who had already died, the survivors all kept silent, lending the Holy Grail War an added air of mystery.

"The Holy Grail War that took place ten years ago—the current Lord Animusphere, that Fool, was the victor. I'm curious what kind of wish he made upon the Holy Grail."

"Who knows—"

Tōko Aozaki spread her hands and shrugged.

"But I'm not all that interested in the exact reasons. The payment alone is enough."

She nodded absentmindedly, then turned her attention back to the projector before her.

"If those are the terms, then I'll kill that foolish little sister."

The forest remained dark even in daylight. The sun had not yet fully set, and the evening light slipped through the gaps between the leaves, scattering flecks of gold and mottled shadows.

Inorai raised an eyebrow slightly. Her sand painting had already burst apart. Although it had not been damaged, the puppet within had undoubtedly self-destructed.

Having judged itself to be in a defenseless state, it had proactively destroyed itself to prevent information from leaking. It had to be said, that was a very clever precaution.

"Good day, Lord Barueretta."

The bird-shaped Familiar that had departed from the Moon Tower landed on a branch, "watching" the old woman before it.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Atlas Galiasta."

The voice sounded somewhat languid, making it easy to imagine the condition of the person who was not actually present.