Type-Moon: Root Seiko

As the object wriggled, the murky and filthy magic was continuously extracted and transformed into resources for Zouken Matou to control the insects.

Seeing Tokiomi Tohsaka standing there motionless, Zouken Matou became even more annoyed: "I've already said it, that's my workshop! It holds the secrets of the Matou family's magic!"

"...The mystery? You mean these humans, used as breeding grounds?"

Tokiomi wasn't that stupid, but he did realize that he had truly been blind to the truth.

Most of those lumpy monsters were formed from the fusion of objects that were once human, and some of them are still alive today.

They suffered continuous torment, their bodies deformed and decayed, merging with countless filthy insects, ultimately becoming a breeding ground for even more insects.

This magic is produced through endless defilement and the exploitation of their tormented souls.

Tokiomi even spotted a familiar face.

It was a woman's face.

Because the fusion with the sarcoma has not been long, the face is still relatively intact.

She was beautiful once.

Even her virtuous and dignified appearance... reminded Tokiomi of his wife's face.

"You're using your own daughter-in-law, the woman who bore your son's children, as a breeding ground?"

Tokiomi took a deep breath, his eyes wide with shock: "She is Mr. Tsuruno's wife and Shinji's mother!"

“I attended their wedding and held their infant child! Even if it was just a superficial mortal courtesy, and had nothing to do with the demonic path... how could you treat such a great woman as such a lowly breeding ground?!”

“Sakura won’t become a part of it, but rather its controller! Isn’t that enough?”

Matou Zouken roared even more righteously.

The mechanical monster's attack pace slowed down imperceptibly, as if deliberately letting him speak.

Hysterical, Zouken Matou coughed up black blood, his ugly face contorted even more: "You're a magician too! Tokiomi Tohsaka!"

"Can't you imagine or feel the constant deterioration of your family's bloodline?! Isn't it precisely because you want to produce a better offspring that you set your sights on the daughter of the Chancheng family, who once had demonic blood!"

"What use is a woman who can only give birth to offspring with no potential other than a breeding ground! If you hadn't stolen the Chancheng family's daughter back then, I could have had much better offspring!"

This crude old man has clearly gone mad.

He seemed completely oblivious to Tokiomi Tohsaka's increasingly tense expression, and continued to roar:

"It's not your place to lecture me, you Tohsaka brat! Your daughter Sakura has acquired the magic of my Matou family, and I will make her my sole heir! This workshop was created for her, and you'll be next..."

"€€€€【Grant my enemy a harsh cremation】."

Tokiomi Tohsaka ignored those despicable words.

He cast a spell on himself, as if inserting an ice pick into his head, forcing himself to calm down amidst the cold, stinging pain.

Then, he raised his staff, which was as hot as his heart, and unleashed an even more intense sea of ​​fire.

The hideous biological magic seedbed is flammable when exposed to fire, and the organism's oils become the best accelerant for the flames.

Zouken Matou, along with the wails of the seedlings who still retained some consciousness, became fuel reflecting Tokiomi Tohsaka's cold-bloodedness.

"The nobility of the demonic path lies in its continuous ascent and pursuit."

Tokiomi Tohsaka continued to unleash flames, scorching the insects swarming towards him, and arrogantly continued speaking:

"This path is indeed arduous, and it often requires committing cruel acts that ordinary people cannot accept. My daughters' greatest misfortune is that their talents are wasted, and they cannot inherit the demonic path. On the contrary, if their talents can be allowed to flourish freely and they can continue to pursue the origin, then even if they have to kill each other one day, it will be an honor for the Tohsaka family."

“But Zouken Matou—my old friend who has fallen into the path of demons. Your actions have crossed the line, degenerating you into a vile insect devoid of any honor.”

Tokiomi Tohsaka had never hated himself so much for his poor judgment of people.

His daughter, whom he had raised with all his heart and soul, the hope of the Tohsaka family's magic path, was almost about to become the next victim of this evil wormhole.

In this ugly and filthy depravity, the true nobility of the demonic path can never be born.

Thus, Tokiomi Tohsaka coldly declared:

"As the administrator of Fuyuki City, I hereby issue this judgment: I hereby decree the complete and utter destruction of you and everything ugly here."

Chapter 6 The Child of Root

"Tohsaka, Tohsaka ahhhhhh!!!!"

The old man roared in anguish, struggling amidst the sizzling sound of his body being burned by the sea of ​​fire.

His last shred of consciousness seemed to have crumbled, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the man who looked down upon him from above.

At this moment, Tokiomi Tohsaka's face overlapped with that of another long-haired man who had left a deep impression on him.

This made him burst into a tirade:

"Tohsaka Eito!!! You snot-nosed brat with absolutely no lineage, how dare you stand on equal footing with me and Justisa! It's all your fault, the failure of the ritual is all your fault!!!"

(Tohsaka Nagato, the ancestor of the Tohsaka family)

"...?"

Tohsaka Eito? Tokiomi was puzzled by the name.

This is the name of the head of the Tohsaka family two hundred years ago, the first ancestor of the Tohsaka family who began to pursue the path of magic.

How crazy must this old man be to mistake himself for an ancestor from over two hundred years ago?

Moreover, how could he possibly know what happened two hundred years ago, when the Holy Grail ritual was first established?

"...It's just the ramblings of a dying demon, it's meaningless."

Tokiomi Tohsaka watched as Zouken Matou's remains were burned, turning to ashes along with the hideous insect nest.

He deliberately cast a long and drawn-out spell, determined to completely annihilate all the evil within the Matou family.

When he came to his senses, he realized that the mechanical puppets had disappeared without him noticing.

Even the cat on her head, who claimed to be Aozaki Touko's agent, disappeared without her noticing.

...This is truly a case of appearing and disappearing without a trace; Tokiomi Tohsaka was completely exasperated by them.

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Shortly afterward, the entire Matou family mansion burst into flames and burned fiercely.

However, because Tokiomi Tohsaka had set up a protective barrier, no one around could see or smell anything unusual, so no one called the police.

The Matou family's house continued to burn unchecked, and it wasn't until sunrise the next day that it was discovered to have turned to ashes.

Tokiomi Tohsaka was prepared to treat it as an accidental fire caused by a gas leak.

Amidst this destruction, there was still one insect containing Zouken Matou's consciousness that wriggled away from the sea of ​​fire.

This old man's will to live was so strong and twisted that he had long since transferred his soul to the ugly worm.

But this container was so fragile and insignificant that he could not even maintain normal thinking; only the instinct for survival continued to burn.

We must get nutrition as soon as possible.

€€€€As long as there is contact with living things, whether it's rats or cockroaches€€€€€

Then you can survive, continue to survive, until you come into contact with humans.

"That's all for you, Machiri."

Before the flesh worm, a silver mechanical cat strolled atop the wall, gazing down at it in the clear moonlight.

The next moment, a ball of light was spat out of the cat's mouth and materialized into the boy's physical body.

Luo Zhen was truly pathetic, looking down at the insects at his feet.

"Instead of seeking the root cause, you pursue the perfection of the human soul, hoping to eliminate the ugliness of human nature and pursue the Third Law. As a result, you yourself have become the embodiment of all ugliness, and you have indeed personally proven the imperfection of the human soul."

“Your depravity is ugly, but your initial ideals were not wrong. ...No, if you have to say what is wrong, it is that the Third Law cannot eliminate what you perceive as the evil of human nature; the so-called ‘materialization of the soul’ is not used in this way.”

"But there is nothing wrong with trying and pursuing. You can accept your fate and die as a seeker of truth."

“€€€€”

Who is this? What is this...? The insect's instincts, which prevent it from thinking, made that thought.

His soul, degraded to nothing but a remnant, now only felt a dazzling light.

But the light wasn't harsh.

Instead, it appeared soft and bright, as perfect as moonlight stripped of all impurities...

“...Yusitesa…”

Zouken Matou exhaled his last breath, calling out the last name etched in his soul, before dissolving completely into the earth.

In the boy before him, he saw the Winter Saintess he admired and pursued his whole life.

This was a peace he did not deserve, but the young man before him mercifully granted it to him.

The third law has indeed been reproduced and completed.

The Holy Son, who comes from the source, has an immortal and indestructible soul; he himself is the embodiment of the Third Law, "Soul Materialization."