The woman's voice lacked emotion.
Mayuri stood there, her rose-red eyes fixed on the other person.
She had imagined many different wishes.
In her past life, when she played FGO, she often fantasized about what she would wish for if she could make a wish upon the Holy Grail.
The answers at that time were varied.
Become rich, become good-looking, bring your favorite characters to life, achieve world peace, and have everything.
Now it's truly her turn to stand before the Holy Grail.
Mayuri has only one wish left.
It's very simple.
It's also very selfish.
My wish is--
Mayuri's voice echoed in the white space.
"To obtain a real physical body."
The white-haired, red-eyed woman looked at her without saying a word.
"A body that allows me to completely shed my Servant status and live as a normal person in the real world."
That's all I have to say.
Mayuri stood still, waiting for the Holy Grail's response.
Servant's body is ultimately not a true physical body.
That's a body made of magic, capable of mimicking all human senses.
It has taste, touch, pain, and temperature—it has them all.
Simulation is simulation.
Even if they look alike, there's still a layer between them.
Furthermore, Servant's body cannot exist for long.
After the Holy Grail War ends, without Master to supply mana, the Servant's Spirit Origin will slowly dissipate.
Mayuri doesn't want to disappear.
She transmigrated to this world and has barely managed to survive until now.
She wanted to keep living.
that's all.
There was no grand ambition to save the world, nor any intention to rewrite history.
She just wanted to live.
The woman with white hair and red eyes nodded.
I know your wish.
Her voice remained flat.
"Then, as you wish."
The white space began to vibrate.
Mayuri sensed a surge of magical energy rising from beneath her feet, passing through the white expanse, and gathering around her.
Creating a physical body for Servant is not difficult for the Holy Grail.
The King of Conquerors's desire was to obtain a physical body.
If he wins, the Holy Grail can do it.
The soul strength of an ordinary Heroic Spirit has a general range, and creating a body that can contain that soul consumes about a small fraction of the total mana required by the Holy Grail.
But Mayuri is no ordinary Heroic Spirit.
Her Spirit Origin core is Cherub Cherub.
Angels are of a higher rank than most heroic Heroic Spirit.
Creating a body capable of accommodating such a person would require far more than simply multiplying the resources required.
The magic stored in the Holy Grail for sixty years began to leak out in large quantities.
Cracks appeared on the surface of the white space.
Beneath the white background, something else was visible.
Dark red lines crawled underneath.
That's Angra Mainyu.
The white covering was stripped of its magic, and the pollution beneath began to be revealed.
Mayuri ignored the dark red patterns.
The magic swirled around her for about ten seconds.
In about ten seconds, more than half of the magic power that the Holy Grail had accumulated over sixty years was drained away.
The remaining magic power is less than half of what it was originally.
Mayuri's body began to change.
Start from the inside.
The Servant's Spirit Origin is like a shell, enclosing her soul.
Now this shell is being replaced little by little by a new body.
The tissues created by magic transformed into real flesh and blood.
The bones gained weight.
I felt a stretching sensation in my muscles.
Real blood began to flow in the veins.
The first heartbeat.
Thump.
Mayuri heard it.
That wasn't a rhythm simulated by the Servant's body.
It was a real heartbeat.
The second time.
Thump.
My chest moved slightly.
She began to breathe.
Air enters the nasal cavity, flows down the throat, and expands the chest cavity.
The air here might not be real.
But her current body is real.
The third time.
Thump.
Mayuri looked down at her hands.
Fingers, palm, back of hand.
It looks no different from before.
It was still those same pair of fair and slender hands.
But it feels different now.
She clenched her fist, then relaxed it.
The knuckles are bent, the palms are clenched, and the skin is pulled.
These sensations can also be experienced by Servant's body.
But now that sense of separation is gone.
The white space began to crumble.
The woman with white hair and red eyes remained standing in the same spot, her expression unchanged.
She spoke her last words.
"Your wish has been granted. Please leave."
Mayuri's vision disappeared.
White fragments scattered around her, swirling around a few times before disappearing completely.
Vision restored.
Mayuri stood beside the shattered octagonal gem array.
The golden Holy Grail remains in its original position, though its luster has dimmed considerably.
The beam of light extending upwards from the rim of the cup flickered intermittently, looking as if it was about to go out.
Mayuri looked down at herself.
The black Astral Dress is still there.
The two pairs of white wings are still there.
There was no change in appearance.
She could clearly feel the coolness of the stone floor in the basement.
Mayuri took a breath.
As air enters the body, the chest rises and falls, and there is a clear tactile sensation in the throat and trachea.
It's been a long time.
The real flesh and blood.
From the moment she was summoned as Servant, she has lived in that body made of magic.
She's back now.
It returned to its living body.
Mayuri raised her hand and slapped her face.
"Hiss."
pain.
It really hurts.
She couldn't help but laugh.
The contract was broken.
While she gained a physical body, her Master contract with Tokiomi Tohsaka also ended.
The prerequisite for Servant Contract is that the Servant needs the Master to provide magical energy to maintain its existence.
Mayuri now has her own body and no longer needs Tokiomi Tohsaka with magic.
The contract naturally becomes invalid.
The Holy Grail War has ended.
Mayuri turned and walked up the basement stairs.
She heard the sound as soon as she reached the first-floor corridor.
The entire mansion was shaking.
The tremors came up from underground and continued without stopping.
Mayuri walked to the window and glanced outside.
The sky cracked open.
A black crack appeared in the sky directly above the Tohsaka Residence.
The edges of the tear were twisted, as if something was being squeezed out from the other side.
What gushed out of the crack was dark red mud.
Mud fell from the sky, hitting the roof of the Tohsaka Residence and then flowing down the roof tiles in all directions.
The stench of decay quickly filled the air.
It smelled even worse than Zouken Matou.
Mayuri frowned.
The mud of Angra Mainyu.
The Holy Grail after it has been contaminated.
Less than 40% of the Holy Grail's magic remains, and this residual magic is being used by Angra Mainyu to create Black Mud.
If Mayuri's wish hadn't consumed so much magic power, even more Black Mud would have flowed out by now.
Even at this current level, problems will arise if left unattended.
Mayuri hurried back to her study.
Tokiomi Tohsaka was still lying on the floor, unconscious.
Outside the study window, dark red mud had already flowed down the wall to the first floor.
The mud wasn't moving very fast, but the crack in the sky was still spewing mud down.
At this rate, the entire Tohsaka Residence would be submerged within a minute.
The Black Mud will then continue to spread to the surrounding neighborhoods.
Fortunately, Tokiomi Tohsaka had evacuated the residents near the mansion in advance, in case Saber came knocking tonight.
There are no ordinary people within a radius of 300 meters.
But going further out, it involves tens of thousands of people.
Mayuri did not hesitate.
She was also a participant in the Holy Grail War.
This mess needs to be cleaned up.
Mayuri walked to the window and opened it.
The stench of Black Mud assaulted my face.
She shut her mouth, suppressed the urge to vomit, spread her four wings, and flew out of the window.
Take off.
As she walked through the edge of the Black Mud, a few drops of mud splashed onto her arm.