The light faded.
Standing there was a girl dressed in Astral Dress.
Long golden hair, golden eyes, and the angel's Astral Dress shimmered softly under the starlight.
Mukuro Hoshimiya.
She gently stroked the tin staff that had returned to her side.
The key-shaped tin staff Gilgamesh in the sunlight.
"Now it's time for the final touches."
She returned to the spectator area.
His gaze swept over everyone present.
The Chaldea group, Ritsuka Fujimaru, Mash, Merlin, Metatron, and Arcueid.
There are other Servant as well.
Mukuro Hoshimiya staff.
"Sorry everyone, you might need to take a nap now."
Activated with highest privileges.
An invisible force surged from all directions, suppressing the Chaldea group, including Metatron and Arcueid, to their original positions.
Unable to move.
Ritsuka Fujimaru's eyes widened. He tried to speak, but his lips were sealed shut by force.
Mash tried to raise the shield, but her arm was fixed to her side.
Merlin's body froze in place.
Metatron and Arcueid tried to struggle again, but to no avail.
Mukuro Hoshimiya walked up to Ritsuka Fujimaru.
"You are good people, I know."
"But the world doesn't need you anymore."
"Let's go back."
A white light shone from the tip of the tin staff.
The Michael.
Memory Seal.
The white light swept over everyone who was being suppressed.
Ritsuka Fujimaru's memories have been sealed.
Memories of Mukuro Hoshimiya, memories of the dream world, were all shrouded in a layer of white mist, sinking deep into the depths of memory.
The memories of Mash, Merlin, Metatron, and Arcueid are the same.
Mukuro Hoshimiya used the Michael to open a portal to Chaldea.
Behind the door was a familiar corridor and the lights of Chaldea.
Ritsuka Fujimaru, Mash, and Merlin were swallowed up by the portal and thrown back to Chaldea.
Then.
Mukuro Hoshimiya snapped his fingers towards the location of the portal.
The spatial coordinates connecting Chaldea to this world have been completely shut down.
From now on, they will no longer be able to come over via Spiritron Transfer or Imaginary Number Dive.
"Alright."
She clapped her hands.
"Next, it's time to clean up Little Bei's mess."
She floated into near-Earth orbit, her gaze sweeping across the edge of the solar system.
Those spatial windows torn open by Belphegor, the rifts leading to other parallel worlds, and the irreparable wounds that Little Bei inflicted on those worlds in his previous quest to plunder energy.
Mukuro Hoshimiya staff.
The Michael.
Beams of white light shot out from the tip of the tin staff, flying towards every spatial window at the edge of the solar system.
The windows were closed one by one.
The crack has closed.
Energy from other parallel worlds no longer flows into this world.
Communication between this world and other parallel worlds has been completely severed.
"Now it's clean."
She put away her staff, then remembered something else.
"Oh right, and Jeanne d'Arc and Metatron."
Metatron's memories have been sealed along with those of the Chaldea group, but the matter of him residing in Jeanne d'Arc's body has not yet been resolved.
Mukuro Hoshimiya found the girl Laeticia.
The girl possessed by Jeanne d'Arc of Arc was standing blankly in a corner of the spectator area, her eyes vacant.
Mukuro Hoshimiya walked up to her.
"Thanks for your hard work."
The tin staff lit up.
untie.
Jeanne d'Arc's soul was forcibly ripped from Laeticia's body, and Metatron's consciousness was also sent back.
Two beams of white light emerged from Laeticia's body and dissipated into the void.
Laeticia blinked.
His eyes regained their clarity.
She looked around blankly, not knowing what had happened.
"Alright, you can go back now."
Mukuro Hoshimiya opened a spatial portal and sent Laeticia away.
Now.
Only one last thing remains.
Mukuro Hoshimiya returned to the spectator area and walked up to Heracles.
"Okay, all done."
"Now I'll help you fulfill your wish."
She raised her tin staff.
"This is the simplest; I just need to open one door."
The Michael is opened.
A crack appeared at the tip of the tin staff.
Light from another world shone through the crack.
Parallel world. The Fifth Holy Grail War. Fuyuki City.
Heracles looked at the crack.
"After this, you'll have to figure everything out on your own."
Mukuro Hoshimiya said to him.
"With your current power, the Holy Grail War in that world line should be a foregone conclusion."
"Go."
"Go and bring happiness to your Master."
Heracles stepped into the crack.
He stopped just before stepping into the crevice.
Turn around.
I took one last look at Mukuro Hoshimiya.
"Thank you."
Then he stepped into the crevice.
The crack has closed.
Heracles vanished from this world.
In the spectator area, Atalanta and Astolfo stood side by side.
Amakusa Shirou has gone to fulfill his duties as administrator; the memories of the other Servant have been sealed, and they are being sent back to their respective places.
Mukuro Hoshimiya stood in front of the two.
"There's nothing left for me to cherish in this world."
She was chewing on a new lollipop.
"Although I'd love to find somewhere else to stay home, I guess I'll have to go back eventually."
"Back to that boring place again."
Atalanta's ears twitched.
Are you leaving?
"Um."
"When?"
"Now."
Atalanta paused for a second.
"I see..."
Astolfo scratched his head.
"So Mukuro, will we ever see each other again?"
Mukuro Hoshimiya did not give a direct answer.
She raised her tin staff.
close.
An invisible ripple spread out from the tip of the staff, covering the entire world.
Apart from the three administrators and Atalanta and Astolfo in front of them, everyone's memories of Mukuro Hoshimiya were completely sealed.
The inhabitants of the dream world, the kindergarten children, the Servant under Amakusa Shirou, and everyone who has ever seen her, heard her, or spoken to her.
All their memories of Mukuro Hoshimiya have disappeared.
From this day forward, no one in this world will remember her except for the three rulers, Atalanta, and Astolfo.
Mukuro Hoshimiya.
Then she took two things out of her pocket.
Two small keys.
It's silver-white, palm-sized, and exquisitely designed, with a complex pattern engraved on the key handle.
She shoved one of them into Atalanta's hand.
The other one was shoved into Astolfo's hand.
"This is a little key I made myself."
"If you encounter any problems you can't solve in the future, you can use this little key to contact me."
Mukuro Hoshimiya, don't go over there.
"I just thought it would be more convenient to exchange contact information."
"If you encounter any problems you can't solve, you can use this little key to contact me."
Mukuro Hoshimiya put the lollipop back in her mouth and mumbled something indistinctly.
"However, you should be able to handle most things yourselves."
"This key is for backup."
Atalanta gripped the silver key tightly in her hand.
Are you leaving?
"Um."
Where to go?
"Go back."
Mukuro Hoshimiya shrugged.
My world, my job, my daily routine.
"It's boring, but that's where I belong."
Atalanta remained silent.
The ears drooped.
"Those children..."
"Rest assured."
Mukuro Hoshimiya interrupted her.
"In this new world, the children will always be happy."
"The three administrators will take care of this world. Amakusa Shirou, with his saintly mind, will take all of humanity seriously."
"Your kindergarten will continue to operate."
Atalanta's ears slowly perked up again.
"... Thanks."
"You're welcome."
Mukuro Hoshimiya waved his hand.
"You've helped me a lot, so I appreciate your gratitude."
Astolfo rushed up and hugged her tightly.
" Mukuro! I'll miss you!"
"Release."
"Don't want!"
"Let go. I'm leaving."
"Hold me for another ten seconds!"
"... Okay then."
Mukuro Hoshimiya did not struggle.
Ten seconds later, Astolfo released his grip.
Mukuro Hoshimiya took two steps back and tidied her hair, which had been messed up by the hug.
Then he raised the tin staff and pointed it at himself.
"Untie."
White light emanated from her body.
Her figure began to become transparent.
Bye-bye.
She waved to Atalanta and Astolfo.
"Rock the key if you need anything."
Don't shake it unless necessary.
"I'm very busy."
Astolfo waved vigorously.
Atalanta gripped the silver key, gazing intently at the disappearing figure.
The last glimmer of white light shone in the green pupils.
The white light dissipated.
Mukuro Hoshimiya disappeared.