Saving Someone / Creating a Miniature Holy Grail

Robin Hood, standing nearby, heard Mephistopheles's mutterings, but he admitted he couldn't understand a word he was saying. Why did Morpheus speak with such an air of nobility, yet he couldn't understand a thing?

He himself is a nobleman; did he miss some other nobleman's party or something?

"Don't understand? That's alright, it's normal that you don't understand. Most people in this world probably don't understand either." Mephistopheles reached out and patted Robin Hood on the shoulder. "But you should be able to understand YHVH, right?"

Robin Hood nodded blankly; he certainly understood. "Isn't this similar to praying to God before a battle? I've rarely seen people pray to God before casting Magecraft, but I can't say it doesn't happen, can I?"

Robin Hood lived around the 12th century, a time when Christianity had already spread throughout Britain. Robin Hood naturally knew that the YHVH the other person mentioned referred to Jehovah.

"No, Mr. Robin Hood, this is part of a True Magic spell, not a prayer, it's a necessary part." Mephistopheles shook his head, put the book away, and asked, "What are your plans for the future? Are you planning to live here forever, or will you go back on your own after a while?"

Robin Hood immediately said, "I said from the beginning that I was going to take a walk around the area. The environment now is much better than it was back then. It is said that it was also very good during the Age of Age of Gods, but of course, that's questionable. At least it wasn't as good as it is now in my time."

"However, I am ultimately a dead man. Once I have seen enough, it is time for me to leave. Perhaps this will allow my true self to gain some new knowledge, or rather, experience, on the Throne of Heroes?"

Mephistopheles nodded, finding the other person's attitude quite good, and then he looked at Astolfo.

"Huh? Stay here forever? Impossible! I need magic to move, but other people don't have enough. And I can't directly use the Great Source's magic; they'll disappear very quickly. Unlike Robin Hood, who was Archer, I'm not!"

Astolfo's words were less a statement of future plans and more a complaint.

"I don't even have much time to wander around!"

Then, he felt a magical force appear and quickly concentrate around him.

Astolfo blinked, and then Mephistopheles said, "You should be able to absorb the magic I control directly. It's not much different from Lesser Source's magic. If you don't use your Noble Phantasm, it should be enough for you to move around for about ten days. If you're living a purely normal life, it should be enough for a month."

"I'm researching how to keep the Servants here indefinitely. If you want to stay, you can come find me, but only before you disappear," Mephistopheles added. "I'm not sure what will happen in the future. If you stay, perhaps you can protect humanity or something."

"Protect humanity?" ×2

"Yes, to protect humanity." Mephistopheles nodded. "Perhaps in the future, Earth will be destroyed—no, I should say Gaia will be destroyed, leading to a major crisis for humanity. Or perhaps before that happens, someone will be trying to do something inhuman. That's when you can step out."

"However, our preservation requires a large amount of magic power, which is a difficult problem to solve."

Mephistopheles shrugged. "Actually, I can enable you to achieve perpetual motion with magic. Although I haven't truly come into contact with the Third Magic yet, I believe that the principle behind Third Magic implementation might be the same as the theory I'm currently considering."

Astolfo seemed not to understand what was so great about the Third Magic, but Robin Hood knew that it was the Third Magic, which was said to have the Infinite magical power. However, seeing how young the other party was, Robin Hood wanted to say that the other party was simply daydreaming, and there was no way to achieve the Third Magic so easily.

However, he ultimately didn't say it aloud, only saying, "Alright, then I wish you success in achieving this goal before I disappear."

After saying that, he grabbed Astolfo.

"Why are you arresting me? Let go of my collar!"

Faced with Astolfo's struggle, Robin Hood made him obediently follow him with just one sentence.

"Let's go, to the basement, we're off to rescue someone!"

Seeing the two of them begin clearing the rubble from the ground and paving the way to the basement door, Mephistopheles smiled and walked over. "Let me help too. The people down there can still be saved. The only problem is that the psychological damage will take many years to heal."

"That's better than losing your life," Robin Hood said, moving the last stone to reveal the entrance to the basement.

The three of them walked down the dimly lit staircase, a slightly damp smell wafting towards them.

Soon, the group arrived at an underground space area located more than ten meters underground.

Rather than a basement, this place is more like an underground cave. The natural cave has been carved by humans, so it has obvious traces of walls.

Here were many coffin-like objects, and inside them lay people, each one a living person, emaciated, pale-faced, lying there like zombies.

But clearly these people are still alive; death has not yet taken their lives!

Chapter 108 Rescuing People

Seeing this horrific scene, even Astolfo and Robin Hood, with their vast experience, couldn't help but gasp.

"This is too ruthless. The guy who did this is definitely a psychopath, the kind with serious psychological problems. In today's terms, he's a mental patient, and a very serious one at that!"

Astolfo was ranting and raving. If Gilgamesh heard this comment, he might have been furious and raped Astolfo a hundred times over. However, Gilgamesh had already returned to his Throne of Heroes, saving Astolfo from a backdoor crisis.

Robin Hood nodded slightly. He first carefully examined the condition of these people, then frowned and said, "These people are in terrible condition. It's a miracle they're even alive. If we expend a lot of magic, we might be able to save a few, but there are so many people here. What do you plan to do?"

Before Mephistopheles could speak, Robin Hood spoke up first, "If it were me, I would choose to kill them all myself. At least death would be better than this situation. Although I don't like Gilles, what he said is true. For these people, death is just a relief."

Mephistopheles knew what Robin Hood was thinking, and he nodded slightly, saying, "You're right. If it's a regular healing Magecraft, it can indeed replenish these people's life force and heal their injuries while consuming a lot of magic power."

"However, a Magecraft's magic power is limited. Without access to the Great Source, a large amount of magic power accumulated over time must be used to save one or two people. Even if Magecraft disregards their own life and insists on saving people, saving one or two more people, the limit is four people in total."

When Rin Tohsaka saved Shirou Emiya from near death after he was seriously injured, she relied not only on her own magical power, but also on the jewel given to her by her father, which contained a vast amount of magical power. However, even with this support, she used up all the magical power in her precious jewel.

This shows just how difficult it is to save a life.

But Mephistopheles didn't need any of that. He had many ways to save people. Even if someone was turned into mincemeat, he knew some ways to restore them, as long as that person wasn't dead yet.

Although he finds it extremely difficult to use these techniques now, he knows the knowledge. As long as he continues to cultivate diligently, he will be able to utilize those True Magic once his rank is elevated again.

Now, Mephistopheles has his own methods for dealing with these people.

"My True Magic has a special relationship with both the Lesser Source and the Great Source, so there's no need to worry too much."

As Mephistopheles spoke, he did not destroy the magic arrays that imprisoned and drained the life force of these people, because these magic arrays were actually keeping these people alive, preventing them from dying directly.

In a sense, they are now in a kind of abnormal symbiotic relationship. This magic circle enslaves these people, yet it also prevents them from actually dying.

As Mephistopheles spoke, he took out the short sword belonging to the God of War, and with a swift motion, cut open his skin, drawing blood that dripped onto the ground. Mephistopheles then began to inscribe the corresponding True Magic circle.

Soon, as the True Magic circle was drawn, special symbols, special angelic marks, and so on appeared within it. Mephistopheles then took out some coins and scattered them casually within it.

Robin Hood was surprised to find that the coins, seemingly randomly distributed around him, appeared to be guided by some special force, their positions seemingly echoing the chaotic environment underground.

At this moment, Mephistopheles took out some more soil. He kneaded the soil and it roughly resembled a person. He placed these people around him, and if you looked closely, you would find that the number of these people corresponded one-to-one with the number of people in the room.

After taking care of everything, Mephistopheles opened his mouth.

He was chanting incantations, but it sounded like a hymn; a soft yet resonant voice emanated from his mouth, transforming into a unique rhythm.

As this peculiar rhythm played, Robin Hood was astonished to find that his surroundings began to distort!

Space began to distort, the earth began to soften, and I felt as if I were about to be swallowed up by this mysterious place.

"W-What's going on?!" Astolfo exclaimed in surprise. He even nervously tried to summon his Noble Phantasm, the Hippogriff, but in the next second, the entire basement returned to normal!

This seemingly normal occurrence was extremely sudden, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.

Just as Robin Hood and Astolfo were about to ask, a dazzling light shone in the dimly lit basement, and before them appeared an angel with a female form, incomparably holy, and with wings on her back!

The angel's form is somewhat blurry, and it appears to be holding a scepter with a snake's body visible on it, or rather, a snake is clearly coiled around the scepter.

"In the name of YHVH, God will heal all..."

With the final chant, Raphael's power erupted within the room, and powerful magic surged throughout.

This magical power, though strong and abundant, was not so violent; rather, it was incredibly gentle.

These powerful magical energies, upon contact with the pitiful mortals, began to flow freely into their bodies, as if they had found a home of their own.

As this magic flowed in, Robin Hood was surprised to feel the hearts of these people beating stronger and more vigorous!

Not only that, their depleted blood also began to regenerate, with a large amount of new blood appearing in their blood vessels and starting to flow and circulate continuously.

Their brains began to process thoughts, and signals began to flow throughout their bodies, as if an ancient machine had been cleaned in an instant and then injected with fresh oil, lubricating everything and bringing new power!

These machines, ostensibly human, have truly begun to come back to life!

This can truly be called a monumental feat, akin to a "resurrection"!

The angels in the room had long since disappeared, while these people were brimming with magic and vitality. If they weren't still under the control of the True Magic circle and unable to wake up, they might have woken up right now and asked these people what was going on.

"What you just summoned..." Robin Hood looked puzzled. He finally understood what Mephistopheles meant earlier, why YHVH was considered a spell—because this guy could directly summon angels to help!

As an England, how could Robin Hood not know which being had just summoned the angel?!

"Is that Raphael?"

"That's right, Raphael. With Raphael's power, these people have regained their vitality. Although they haven't crossed the Abyss, they haven't truly erased the concept of death, at least their vitality has been replenished, so that they can naturally grow old and die."

Mephistopheles admitted this without hesitation, and there was no need to hide it; he had more important things to consider at the moment.

"This is incredible! An angel! You truly are a saint. If Gilles saw this, wouldn't he be so ashamed he'd commit suicide?!" Astolfo immediately added, "After all, the Joan of Arc he worships also worships your God, doesn't she?"

"Whether the Jeanne d'Arc in this world truly believes in God, I'm really not sure..." Mephistopheles muttered, drawing questioning glances from the two.

"Alright, we've finally solved one of the most troublesome issues. Now there's one more thing left." Mephistopheles clapped his hands, made a phone call, and a gentle voice came from the other end.

"Brother Mephistopheles, what's the matter?"

The person who answered the phone was Sakura Matou.

"Let those people see who their family members are. They've lived their whole lives thinking about revenge. Now that they have a chance to leave this world of revenge, they should seize it."

"I understand. Although I know that not everyone's family members are among them, it's still something to be happy about. It's a miracle they survived..."

Sakura Matou spoke softly, chatted with Mephistopheles for a while longer, and then hung up the phone.

Mephistopheles, meanwhile, was looking at Robin Hood and Astolfo.

"Alright, we can leave now. Others will handle the aftermath."

"Then I'll be going now. I need to see more of the place. I'll think about it more carefully later, whether to go back or stay here." Robin Hood smiled and waved to Mephistopheles. "See you in a while then."

After saying that, he walked outside, and Astolfo, seeing Robin Hood leaving, quickly called out, "Wait for me! Don't leave me here alone!"

As he spoke, he chased after them, waving goodbye to Mephistopheles. After the two left, Mephistopheles erased the traces of the True Magic circle on the ground before departing himself.

The church on the ground did not completely collapse, but it suffered heavy losses. If the Holy Church wants to continue sending people here, it will be necessary to spend money on repairs or even rebuild it.

Under the cover of night, a group of people had already gathered. They were dressed in black robes, concealing themselves beneath them, and were rushing toward the Holy Church at an extremely fast pace.

Just now, they received a message from the saintess, saying that she had received a divine revelation that there were pitiful brothers and sisters here who were enslaved. Although they had already been punished by God, these captives still needed their rescue.

God granted them physical restoration, but it is up to them to reintegrate them into the family.

After all, they are all human beings.

"Quickly, find out where the entrance is?!"

The crowd quickly parted on the ruins of the church, searching for the entrance. Soon, someone found the entrance that had not been hidden.

"Here!"

"Quick, let's go in and take a look!"

A group of people immediately rushed down to the basement. They were all surprised when they saw the contents of the basement, and then they saw the people locked in the coffins.

"This, this is..."

"I know him. Didn't he die in the fire ten years ago?"

That's my husband!

"My child!" One exclamation after another rang out from the crowd. Some quickly found the person they were looking for, while others looked around anxiously, hoping to find a familiar figure, but to no avail.

"Don't panic, everyone. Let's get them to safety first. God's revelation says their physical injuries have healed, but their emotional wounds require everyone's help to heal!"

Sakura Matou had appeared at the basement entrance without anyone noticing, spoke to the group, which made them realize what was happening.

Although many people were on the verge of tears, and some had already cried, they quickly adjusted their mindset. After all these years, the fact that even a portion of them were still alive surprised them and made them marvel at God's greatness.

They quickly began to destroy the surrounding True Magic circles, then carried the unconscious people down one by one, wrapped them in blankets and other pre-prepared items, and transported them outside.

Fortunately, cars are relatively cheap in Japan, and almost every household owns one. These people helped each other get into their cars before heading home.

After most of the people had left, Sakura Matou secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She said to the few followers who were still with her, "Alright, you should all go back now. Let's stabilize things for the next few days. These people have gone through so much suffering; everyone should take care of them."

"Please rest assured, Holy Maiden, we are all one family, and we will definitely help each other!"

After these people left, Sakura Matou breathed a sigh of relief. She turned to look in the other direction, then shook her head and slowly walked away into the distance.

After a while, someone appeared from behind. It was Rin Tohsaka. She looked at Sakura Matou was leaving with an incredulous expression on her face.

My younger sister is actually a saintess of some mysterious church?!

And judging from what those people said earlier, they must be those who lost relatives in the tragedy caused by the Holy Grail War ten years ago?!

So, over all these years, while her younger sister appeared to be an adopted daughter in the Matou family, she had actually built up a massive force on her own, directly targeting the Holy Grail? No, she probably wasn't after the Holy Grail; her initial goal was likely to destroy Holy Grail!

Thinking back on this, Rin Tohsaka realized how naive she had been at the beginning.

I thought I was well-prepared, but I didn't expect that in this Holy Grail War, everyone else was better prepared than the last. I was probably only slightly better than some guy who entered the battlefield at the last minute...

Chapter 109 Creating a Lesser Holy Grail