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

“There’s no need.” Solomon looked at Mount Yuanzang, his eyes devoid of any arrogance, as if in his eyes it was not a dangerous mountain range.

"Let me experience all of this for myself—"

"I'm curious."

"Just what level of magical ambush can they set up for me?"

362. The Solomon Campaign / Harem Cooperation / Britain's Final Blow! (4k)

This is an unprecedented encirclement and suppression operation.

The remaining four Servants have now joined the battle against Caster.

In terms of sheer numbers, you hold an overwhelming advantage.

This is a perfectly normal thought.

After all, this is the Holy Grail War—every Servant possesses considerable strength.

One-on-one combat is already difficult, let alone one-on-several.

It seems you've found a way to increase your chances of winning.

【However--】

There's something you never considered.

That is the Caster of this Holy Grail War, and cannot be measured by the concept of a "Servant".

Normally, the seven Servants who participate in the Holy Grail War all come to Fuyuki City in response to a call.

But for Caster Solomon, this law did not apply.

This Magic King was not summoned by the Holy Grail—because that method would not have any effect on him.

Solomon arrived at the Holy Grail War for only one reason.

That was the future telling him that he should choose to do it.

Many years ago, Solomon, on the verge of death on his throne, threw one of his rings into the distant future.

After going through all sorts of ups and downs, the ring finally ended up in Marisbury's hands.

Upholding this relationship that spans a thousand years, Marisbury "summoned" Solomon in a way that was completely detached from the Holy Grail War.

of course.

This is merely a manifestation of what is called "summoning".

In reality, Marisbury was neither able to command Solomon nor needed to supply him with magic.

This one-of-a-kind magician in human history is beyond the reach of even Command Seals.

Similarly, Marisbury's orders had no binding force on Solomon.

certainly--

Out of appreciation for the encounter and appreciation for Maris Billy's impeccable hospitality along the way.

Solomon continued to "follow" his orders as a "friend".

Whether you kill Assassin or annihilate Lancer, it doesn't matter.

Everything stems from the recognition of a meeting across time.

Inside Yuanzang Mountain.

"A wish-granting machine that can grant wishes?" Solomon murmured, repeating the words the man beside him had just spoken.

"Maris Billy".

"Do you have any wishes that you absolutely must fulfill?"

"..."

Maris Billy was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes, Magic King."

“I… do have a wish that I must fulfill—it is quite important to me, no, to the world.”

"You actually have such grand ambitions?"

Solomon looked at the respectful man beside him.

"So--"

"You can tell it to..."

Solomon's eyes turned serious before he finished speaking.

He looked toward a certain spot as if he had a premonition, as if something was about to appear there.

The next moment, this symbolism became reality.

A shout came from the woods.

“Phoebus Catastrophe!”

Atalanta pointed the black and gold bow of the heavens (Tauropolos) at the sky.

Under the moonlight, hundreds and thousands of arrows fell like meteors, hurtling towards Solomon and Marisbury.

This is a distance that cannot be avoided by physical means—Atalanta has been holding her breath and waiting for this moment for a long time.

This is the patience that hunters have cultivated over a long period of time!

"Fall down, Caster!"

however--

Despite the countless arrows raining down from the stars, Solomon and Marisbury showed no sign of moving.

The Magic King reached out his hand, as if he had caught the attack.

He squinted slightly and clenched his fist with a little force.

Boom——!

All the arrows in the air exploded and shattered in an instant, then transformed into raindrops like stardust and fell to the ground.

Faced with this situation, Solomon said softly:

"Is it relying on the power of Apollo and Artemis?"

"What a pity... I thought there would actually be humans who could shoot arrows of this caliber."

“The Magic King,” Maris Billy chuckled, “your expectations of humanity seem a little too high.”

"Have it?"

Solomon waved his hand, and all the stardust on the ground vanished.

"Then I might have to lower my standards a bit."

Atalanta could not hear what Caster was talking about with his "Master".

But she knew that her Noble Phantasm, Phoebus Catastrophe, was useless against him.

hateful.

They could have made a name for themselves in front of their master!

Now we have no choice but to retreat.

Atalanta symbolically shot an arrow in the direction of Caster, and then fled.

"Magic King, should we give chase?" Maris Billy asked.

“Yes.” Solomon nodded without hesitation.

"Otherwise—wouldn't all the traps they painstakingly set up for me be meaningless?"

"That's it, I know."

Pursuing Atalanta, who was deliberately slowing down, Solomon and Marisbury soon arrived deep within Mount Enzo.

The moonlight was pale, and the forest seemed to have a touch of night.

In this tranquil setting, a faint, almost imperceptible sound drifted through the air.

"Ilya—!"

"It's now!"

As Irisviel's will subsided, another childish voice rang out.

"Berserker, charge!"

Bang!

Several trees fell, and Ibaraki-dōji, who had conjured four arms (six in total including his original arms), pounced on Caster with the ferocity of a beast.

Her movements were so fierce that she looked exactly like a ball of fire rampaging wildly.

Along with this attack came Atalanta's hidden arrows—she was adept at using such moments to deliver a fatal blow to her prey.

only.

Neither Ibaraki-doji nor Atalanta expected that Solomon would recognize the true nature of this "combination technique" almost instantly.

"The burning will-o'-the-wisp and the arrow from the forest are truly an unexpected pairing."

"pity--"

"This is still not a power that humans have exerted on their own."

Solomon stretched out his hand forward.

A blue light swirled between his fingers, and all ten rings, including the one Mariss Billy had returned to him, began to shine.

"All things, separation."

The Magic King murmured a sentence.

The raging fire of Ibaraki-doji and the arrows of Atalanta, which were originally mixed together, seemed to separate into different worlds at that moment.