In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

The two madmen's loud laughter in the fire melted away everything around them, as if they were the most understanding friends in the world.

Boom——!

Boom——!

More and more explosions could be heard from outside.

That was the trap Mephisto had set up starting to take effect.

Centered on the building beneath Scáthach's feet, the flames, following the whims of this mad Caster, began to spread in all directions.

This is a scene that resembles hell on earth.

Everyone was running away, yet no one could get out onto the street.

Mephisto and Ryunosuke Uryu's final "performance" was so tragic.

This is their most perfect work, and their death will surely declare that no one can surpass it.

In this setting, Mephisto looked at Scáthach again, a triumphant, ambiguous smile on his face.

"alright--"

"Next, it's time to execute Lancer."

"Ticktock Bomb—!"

As Mephisto uttered the incantation, countless buried bombs appeared beneath Scáthach's feet.

of course.

They are not physical entities, but rather pseudo-objects formed by magic.

Mephistopheles has used it to create many tragedies.

"Lancer!"

"These bombs were already strapped to you the moment you walked in!"

"No matter how hard you struggle, you will never be able to break free!"

"You will be the first person to die here! Then there will be a second, a third, and a fourth!"

"Fear it, worry about it, ha... you will become part of the supreme creation!"

"..."

"Then detonate it," Scáthach replied coldly.

"what?"

Mephisto could hardly believe what he was hearing.

The Lancer in front of us is actually asking to detonate the bomb himself?!

Is this a provocation?!

"What?" Scáthach pointed her Gae Bolg Alternative at Mephisto.

"Don't you dare?"

“You’ll regret this!” Mephisto angrily activated his Ticktock Bomb.

however--

The imagined explosion did not occur.

Instead, all the bombs disappeared.

Scáthach, having analyzed all of this, revealed a disdainful smile.

"really."

"What you call an explosion is just a manifestation of fear."

"It will lose its effectiveness in an instant if it encounters someone who is not afraid of it."

“That’s perfect, that’s exactly who I am.”

“You look just like a clown, Caster,” Scáthach said.

"The so-called works are no different from circuses."

"..."

Mephisto felt his head buzzing, and in a fit of rage, he retaliated against Scáthach.

"Lancer! I am a demon! A demon that makes the entire city of Fuyuki tremble with fear!"

"Everyone remembers me. They are afraid to see me, and they tremble at the sight of my work!"

"But the people in this city clearly only call you 'perverts,' right?"

Scáthach sheathed her spear.

How dare you equate it with the devil?

"Fire! Explosion! I've done so much!" Mephisto roared hysterically.

At this moment, Scáthach's eyes sharpened.

"But the fire has long been extinguished, and the explosions will eventually stop."

“Your actions have left no trace whatsoever.”

"No one will want to remember what you did, and no one will want to know your names."

"Even so, do you still want to claim that your actions are works of art?"

“I take back what I just said—you’re not just like a clown, you’re a real clown.”

"what?!"

Mephisto, utterly rejected, shook his head.

"No! You're talking nonsense! I am the devil! The real devil!"

Access to the laboratory was lifted due to Mephisto's mental instability.

Scáthach glanced at the people escaping from the house outside, her expression somewhat complicated.

"never mind."

"Just keep clinging to your fantasies and waiting for others to approve of you."

Anyway... everyone escaped.

"..."

Mephisto turned his head and looked out the window at the surging crowd through the fire, slowly sliding to his knees.

He knew he had failed—it was a poorly made work!

Scáthach completely lost interest in the attack and turned to walk into the sea of ​​fire.

Meanwhile, Ryunosuke Uryu was holding Mephisto and shouting.

"Caster! Caster!"

There was a bang.

The wind blew and flames rose, and the houses were engulfed by the flames.

The horrific arsonists ultimately died because of their own evil deeds.

This is a scene that has never been recorded in any archives.

Because the person telling the story didn't know the outcome of the campaign.

Or rather, by the time he arrived, it was all over.

"They are indeed a formidable opponent." Sakura Tohsaka sighed as she sat in the waiting area.

"Fortunately, we managed to resolve it in the end."

"Speaking of which-"

Sakura Tohsaka looked at the man in the distance who was holding a glass of water and had a serious expression.

"Should we ask Mr. Weber again?"

"After all, it was he who gave Professor Vivian the investigation report."

"Maybe he knows something else!"

291. Iskandar vs. Sakata Kintoki/Weber: A Memoir of Their Four-Game Match (4k)

"The Holy Grail War?"

Looking at Sakura Tohsaka, who was asking him questions with a serious expression, Waver Velvet (or El-Melloi II) looked rather troubled.

Why are you asking me this for no reason?

"And shouldn't everything have been made clear in the report given to Vivian?"

"Sakura Edelfelt, you can't even understand this, can you?"

“No, Mr. Weber.” Sakura Tohsaka shook her head. “It’s not that I don’t understand.”

"There are many details involved, and I would like to ask you, who has personally experienced them, for advice."

"Please teach me?" Weber's expression became even more unpleasant.

"But I didn't win that Holy Grail War either... Even if I knew more details, it wouldn't make any difference, would it?"

“But you are so amazing, Professor Weber.”

Sakura Tohsaka was generous with her praise.

"Even if we were defeated, we must have learned quite a lot, right?"

"..."

Weber was taken aback at first, then a sad expression appeared on his face.

He clenched his fists, his expression one of deep regret.