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

No, this is not your problem.

Morgan looked at Artoria.

"We...have done our best."

At that moment, Sakura Tohsaka slowly moved her nearly numb body and made her way to the Britannian sisters' side with great difficulty.

With all her might, she raised her hand and, for the first time in a long time, took the initiative to ask Morgan:

"teacher."

“I have another Command Seal—if I use it, will it be able to help Mr. Ian?”

"How……"

Morgan, who was about to refute Sakura Tohsaka's idea, suddenly paused for a moment.

She realized there was still a possibility of giving Ian a final chance.

That would involve concentrating all Command Seals on Sakura Tohsaka and then having her use them directly on Ian, achieving the most efficient mana replenishment.

This process is not constrained by physical space—Morgan knows he can convey this idea through magic and, with Irisviel's help, complete the transfer of the Command Seal out of thin air.

The key question is whether they will agree.

After all, transferring them in such a weakened state would inevitably sever the magical connection between the Master and the Servant.

in short--

All Servants except Ian will disappear at the same time, and their respective Masters will suffer immense pain.

In return, Ian had an opportunity to attack.

Will this kind of thing really be recognized?

Morgan dared not think about it further.

Sensing that her sister seemed to have come up with some kind of plan, Artoria grabbed her hand and asked anxiously:

"elder sister!"

"If there's any way, please tell us quickly—Ian desperately needs our help!"

"..."

Morgan's throat was moving slightly.

Finally, she nodded and voiced her idea of ​​concentrating Command Seals.

Hearing this, Artoria was overjoyed.

"Then what are you waiting for—let's start now."

“Artoria.” Morgan looked at her, his eyes filled with reluctance.

"In that case, you will simply disappear."

The witch who once wished for Artoria to disappear now wishes for her to stay.

This change in mindset was something Morgan could never have predicted in the past.

"..."

Artoria remained silent for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

"Then please begin, sister."

Morgan paused for a moment upon hearing this.

"Artoria, are you willing to accept this?"

"Of course I don't want to leave like this—after all, it wasn't easy to see Ian."

"But if he needs my help."

Artoria gazed at Mount Enzo, which had been engulfed in flames.

"Then I'm willing."

"Sister, go tell them."

"Please...don't overlook the love that others have for Ian."

This is a supplement you wouldn't expect.

Morgan relayed his idea of ​​consolidating the final blow to everyone.

[Without any hesitation—all three Servants besides you chose to sacrifice themselves.]

And their Masters have also transferred their Command Seals to you.

[Adding Sakura Tohsaka's stroke—you now have a total of ten strokes of spell magic!]

"Mr. Ian, please fight with all your might!"

The knight heard Sakura Tohsaka's desperate voice in his ear.

Caster Solomon also noticed the change in Ian's magic.

He realized something.

"Ian Pendragon—"

"You actually managed to unite the fairies and dragons of Britain, the monsters of the Heian period, the beasts of the Age of Gods, and even modern humans."

"How on earth is this done?"

"..."

"You can ask about that after you win."

Feeling the abundance of magic power within him, Ian dared not be negligent in the slightest.

He knew that such powerful strength could not have appeared out of thin air.

That's the magic they gave their lives for, from all eras!

So--

I absolutely cannot hesitate any longer.

Think back to the weapon that was most likely to defeat Caster!

As Ian pondered this, the weapon that had destroyed him quickly came to mind—Rhongomyniad, the spear that shone at the end!

Ten Command Spells are not enough to sustain its presence in the world.

Given the current situation, it's even less likely that they will ask Sakura Tohsaka for magic.

Then burn your own body!

sizzle.

The knight gradually transformed into an indistinguishable black shadow.

He raised his hand high, conjuring a weapon shrouded in a sinister mist.

"Illusory Rhongomyniad: Shining in the Lance of the End!"

"Caster, can you withstand this attack?!"

With a bang—

Ian threw his pseudo-canon, which he had created by gathering everyone's magic, at the closest possible distance!

【However--】

Reality is a cruel reality that cannot be changed by one person alone.

[Your self-forged pseudo-canon, shining in the spear of the end (Illusory Rhongomyniad), still failed to kill Caster.]

Under his gaze, you vanished with the wind.

What you don't know is that your attack stirred up his innermost thoughts.

On the burning Mount Enzang.

Marisbury gasped as he looked at the hundreds of newly formed ravines.

If it weren't for Solomon, there would have been absolutely no way to withstand that attack.

and--

Marisbury glanced at Solomon beside him, a few beads of cold sweat appearing on his forehead.

This was the first time he had ever seen the Magic King with his hands covered in blood.

It seems that destroying that Noble Phantasm called [Illusory Rhongomyniad] will be far more difficult than imagined.

Fortunately, it's all over.

He and I have won this Holy Grail War!

Blue light rose from the ley lines in front of them, shooting straight into the sky—a sign of the Holy Grail's reappearance.

“Magic King,” Mariss Billy bowed to Solomon, “thank you for your protection just now.”

Faced with this thank you, Solomon asked about something else.

"You said the Holy Grail can grant wishes, right?"

“That’s right,” Maris Billy replied respectfully.

“My wish has been made up—I want to acquire enormous wealth.”

"I see--"

Solomon nodded, then asked.

"Then I'm entitled to make a wish too, right?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Maris Billy was taken aback—he had never heard him mention such a thing before.

"Magic King, do you have a wish that you want to fulfill?"

"Yes."