The Collapse of Peace

Peace was short-lived, so short that Higashino Makoto didn't even have time to finish writing the Lostbelt plan.

A sense of oppression permeated the corridors of Chaldea.

The Human Order Incineration, but Chaldea was not celebrated.

The Mage's Association's messenger arrived on the very day the Human Order Incineration ended, carrying a thick stack of documents, saying he wanted to "examine" Chaldea's actions.

"Review" is a polite way of putting it; Higashino Makoto felt it was more like a reckoning.

Leonardo da Vinci against the wall of the corridor, arms crossed, watching the Mage's Association members come and go.

Sherlock Holmes stood beside her, holding his pipe, but without lighting it.

Mash Kyrielight sat on a bench in the corridor, while Fujimaru Ritsuka stood by the window, gazing at the gray sky outside, lost in thought.

Higashino Makoto walked from the other end of the corridor, with Utaha following behind him.

"What's wrong?"

Leonardo da Vinci turned his head and looked at him.

"The Mage's Association is taking over Chaldea. The new director will arrive tomorrow, and most of the Servants have already been repatriated. Chaldeas's operational authority has been revoked."

Higashino Makoto's brow furrowed slightly, but then relaxed.

Isn't it just the fat director, Secretary Fox, and that Mapo Tofu?

Minor problems; as long as I'm here, they won't cause any trouble.

But he still chimed in with a comment.

"So fast?"

"After all, the Human Order Incineration over, they probably don't need us anymore."

Fujimaru Ritsuka walked over from the window and stood in front of Higashino Makoto.

"Mr. Higashino, will you stay?"

Higashino Makoto looked at her.

"I'll be away for a short while, but I'll be back."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's lips curled slightly upwards as she placed her hand on her chest, feeling the necklace; she was in a good mood.

"That's good."

The next day, the new director arrived.

The sound of a helicopter came from afar, growing closer and louder.

The airflow from the propellers blew the snow off the entrance to Chaldea.

The helicopter landed on the ground, the cabin door opened, and a bulky middle-aged man stepped out.

Gordolf Musik Mujik.

The new director sent by the Mage's Association, or rather, the one who bought Chaldea, was wearing a suit with a tightly tied tie, his belly bulging out of his shirt.

Two people followed behind him.

A woman with long, pink hair cascading over her shoulders, the ends slightly curled, shimmering eerily in the sunlight. She wore a white, fitted suit, a pink scarf tied around her neck, and thin-rimmed glasses perched on her nose.

She stood behind Gordolf Musik, a half-smile playing on her lips.

Koyanskaya.

The other was a man with short black hair and a stern face. He wore a black priest's robe and a silver cross around his neck, and he seemed expressionless.

Kirei Kotomine.

Gordolf Musik walked through the gates of Chaldea, stood in the center of the hall, and looked around.

"From today onwards, I am the new director of Chaldea. Everyone, cooperate with the investigation."

Gordolf Musik's gaze swept over the employees standing in the corridor.

"Also, this is Miss Koyanskaya, my secretary, and this is Father Kirei Kotomine, the inspector sent by the Mage's Association. They will assist me with the takeover."

Koyanskaya bowed slightly, Kirei Kotomine nodded.

"Arrest the Chaldea members and interrogate them... In short, leave these matters to my secretary."

Koyanskaya took over the conversation, adjusted her glasses, and a cruel smile appeared on her lips.

"I'd be happy to help, sir."

With the order given, they began to act.

The Mage's Association staff searched room by room and examined each piece of equipment.

The employees were called to the interrogation room and detained, questioned one by one, and made to sign documents one by one.

Gordolf Musik sat in his office, reviewing documents one by one and signing them one by one.

Koyanskaya by his side, helping him organize the documents.

Her movements were practiced and precise, like those of a well-trained secretary.

But Higashino Makoto knew that this was all an illusion; her true nature was the nascent form of human evil.

Kirei Kotomine stood in the corridor, his hands behind his back, watching the people coming and going.

Higashino Makoto stood at the other end of the corridor, looking at the priest.

Kirei Kotomine,

The apostle of the Alien God, he didn't come to investigate, he came to kill.

But Higashino Makoto didn't make a move; he wanted to see what they were planning to do.

December 31st.

An indescribable atmosphere permeated the corridors of Chaldea, like the calm before Tempest.

Gordolf Musik stood in the control room of Chaldeas, watching the data flashing on the screens, anticipating the potential profits from buying Chaldeas.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Higashino Makoto.

He has now left Chaldea and returned to his own little world to help Tiamat adjust the direction of life's evolution.

Chaldea is bound to have a problem, but he's not worried. He can always be resurrected, right? Resurrection Magic is a very simple thing for him.

Although I always feel that because of the Resurrection Magic, I've become more and more casual about life.

But it doesn't seem to be a big deal.

Shortly after Leonardo da Vinci helped the director unfreeze seven Masters at Chaldea, an explosion occurred.

A crack appeared in the Earth simulation model, the Near-Future Observation Lens Sheba stopped working, and Earth could no longer observe any celestial bodies...

The main gate, the third gate, and the sixth gate are showing signs of magical activity.

A large army of people wearing berets, coats, and owl masks appeared outside the door.

The walls were shaking, the ceiling was swaying, and the light bulbs were swinging violently on the ceiling, making a piercing creaking sound.

The cafeteria door was pushed open. An employee rushed in, covered in blood, his clothes mostly burned.

"Enemy attack! Servant intrusion!"

Before he could finish speaking, an ice spike shot in from outside the door and pierced his chest.

Blood gushed from the wound, splattering on the ground. His body swayed, then collapsed.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes widened in surprise.

"Mash Kyrielight!"

"Yes!"

Mash Kyrielight raised her shield, and a purple phantom of a city wall appeared on it.

Anastasia came from the other end of the corridor.

She wore a white robe, her long silver hair swaying in the icy blue light. Her fingers lightly traced lines in the air, and ice spikes flew from her fingertips, shooting towards the employees in the cafeteria.

Blood splattered where the ice picks fell, and screams echoed throughout the room.

Leonardo da Vinci raised her hand, and a pale golden light appeared in her palm, but before the light could take shape, a hand reached out from behind her and struck her back.

Kirei Kotomine, his hand pierced through Leonardo da Vinci's core.

Da Vinci's body trembled violently; her fingers froze, and the light in her palm vanished.

She looked down at the hand that had pierced through her chest, its fingers stained with red liquid.

Sherlock Holmes' eyes widened in shock. He jumped up from his chair and charged toward Kirei Kotomine, but was stopped by an ice wall.

Leonardo da Vinci's body fell forward.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes reddened.

"Leonardo da Vinci--!"

No one answered her; the killing had already begun.