Messmer vanished into the air, returning to where he had come from.
Horace was talking to the dove.
Horace asked the dove, "All right. What next?"
The dove said, "Go to the distant East."
"There's a war. You need it."
Horace raised an eyebrow. The Holy Grail War?
If it was that battle to the death over an "omnipotent wish-granting machine."
Then the dove probably meant not the so-called Holy Grail, but the "Third Magic," Soul Materialization.
Well, setting aside whether the Third Magic could function normally in the Lands Between, Soul Materialization could indeed solve Hötter's problem.
If that excessively powerful soul could be "materialized" into a stable form, the imbalance between soul and flesh would be resolved completely.
But the problem was, even if he didn't help the dove, he could still participate in the Holy Grail War.
Or, even more simply, he could just abduct the Third Magician. It happened to be the first century AD, so the timing was about right.
What did he care what happened to this world? At worst, he could grab his prize and run. No matter how powerful Alaya was, it couldn't send Guardians to the Lands Between.
Even if it really did send them there, who would be beating whom was still up in the air.
Even if he couldn't find the Third Magician, surely the Einzbern Family was around?
The system in Fuyuki City had been created by the Einzbern Family, and that "Winter Saint," Lizlaixi Justeaze von Einzbern, was the Greater Grail.
He could just take her.
With his strength, as long as the dove and the Awakened One didn't interfere, wouldn't it be a matter of minutes?
The dove seemed to see through his thoughts.
"Don't do that."
Horace frowned. "Why?"
"Although you have a guarantee, please