Thanks for the invitation. I'm in Type-Moon, inheriting the legacy of Zi-O.

The bright red markings on his body were even more striking, and the magician now known as Gilles de Rais was no different from the legendary Bluebeard.

“…” Jill remained silent, gazing at the other woman before him, Joan of Arc, whom he had followed in his lifetime.

"I knew it." Joan of Arc seemed to have expected this all along. No, perhaps she already knew that the holder of the Holy Grail was the magician in front of her.

“Your intuition is truly sharp.” Jill smiled kindly, appearing harmless.

At this moment, two discordant voices also appeared in this enormous palace.

"Ah, he's here!" "I didn't expect him to suddenly turn tail and run away..." It was Kiyohime and Elizabeth who arrived late.

Seeing that the two girls were safe and sound, Nianzhuo quietly loosened his clenched fist.

"Um--Miss Jeanne, what exactly is going on?" Mashu still couldn't understand the current situation. Rather, only Nian Zhuo, Jeanne, and the magician standing opposite could understand the current situation.

"The one who possesses the Holy Grail is not the 'Dragon Witch.'" Jeanne paused, as if feeling that the description was not accurate enough. "To be precise, there is no Servant named her in the Throne of Heroes. Since she is not my dark side, this is the only conclusion I can draw."

"...If that's the case, how did she obtain such great power? Power can only come from the Holy Grail, which means that the 'Dragon Witch' herself is—" Joan of Arc's expression grew increasingly solemn.

"A product of the Holy Grail." Zhuo uttered the answer Jeanne d'Arc hadn't intended to say, then calmly looked at the magician standing opposite them, listening quietly to their conversation. "The Dragon Witch, that girl was created by you, wasn't she? Gilles de Rais."

“That’s right.” The magician admitted this fact without hesitation. “The Dragon Witch is my long-cherished wish. That is, the Holy Grail.”

"What?!" Mashu's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected answer.

"Huh? Huh? Huh? What's going on?" Elizabeth looked completely bewildered. "Are dragons the Holy Grail? Then am I one too?"

As the silly dragon spoke, it touched its tablet to confirm if it was really the same.

“You big, stupid dragon, it wasn’t Joan of Arc who used the Holy Grail to do evil.” Kiyohime tapped Elizabeth on the other side with her fan, and Kiyohime looked like she understood completely.

"So, it was you, Gilles, who created Joan of Arc?" Joan of Arc's eyes flickered slightly. "...using the power of the Holy Grail."

"I made a wish, hoping to resurrect you. This is my heartfelt wish, isn't that normal?" The magician spoke with his eyes closed, genuinely proud of his wish, but then his expression turned cold again. "...However, the Holy Grail rejected me. It's supposed to be an omnipotent wish-granting machine! Yet it says this is the only wish it cannot grant!" The man before him gritted his teeth, revealing the immense rage he had felt. If this omnipotent wish-granting machine couldn't grant his wish, then it was as useless as a piece of junk. {How many times has the Holy Grail been rejected...?}

"But all I want is for you to be resurrected! If that's the case, then let's create a new one...!" The man gripped his robes tightly at his chest, as if enduring immense rage and hatred. "My beloved saint! The one I yearn for! I will create her myself!" Then, he roared excitedly, pointing at Joan of Arc before him.

"So, I used the Holy Grail to create Joan of Arc! I created the 'Dragon Witch'!"

"I see... I suppose she never knew about this until the very end." Joan of Arc's eyes flashed with sadness for the girl who was her creation. But then she calmly looked at her roaring old friend, her tone as calm as if she were simply asking what to eat that night.

“But Jill, even if you do manage to resurrect me, I will never become the ‘Dragon Witch.’” Looking at the banner in her hand, on which golden irises shimmered, she continued, “I was indeed betrayed, I was indeed mocked. To die with my eyes wide open—that phrase might indeed apply to me.” She pouted slightly, like a wronged child, yet everyone present knew the weight of years of pent-up resentment on her lips.

However, the hurt flashed by quickly, and all that remained on the saint's face was a sense of responsibility: "But I don't hate my country. It's impossible for me to hate it. Because this country still has you."

"You are so kind, Joan of Arc, and your words are truly benevolent." The magician opposite him smiled, as if seeing her in her former life, then his expression calmed, and he quietly continued, "But, Joan of Arc. Precisely because you are kind, you have forgotten one thing. Even if you don't hate your country—"

But then, his face contorted, and a surge of rage and hatred seemed to materialize from his body. "I also hate this country to the core…!! I swear to destroy this treacherous nation!"

“Gil…” Speechless, Joan of Arc could only look sadly at her old friend who had fallen into madness.

"You might forgive them... but I will never forgive them! Gods, royalty, or nations...!! I will destroy them, I will kill everyone! This is my wish entrusted to the Holy Grail...! So! Don't get in my way! Joan of Arc!" Without hesitation, she continuously channeled her magical power into the human skin book in her hand.

“…Yes, that’s right, you’re right.” Waving the flag in her hand, the irises on it so glaring to Gilles’ eyes, Joan of Arc continued, “It’s understandable that you hate it. Having gained power through the Holy Grail, it’s certainly reasonable for you to attempt to destroy this country. Though it’s incredibly sad. And I—will stop you!”

"As the arbiter of the Holy Grail War!" The silver spear tip gleamed coldly as it pointed at the crazed Gilles de Rais. "I will block your path! Gilles de Rais...!!"

"Then you are my enemy!" she roared, the light emanating from the human skin book in Jill's hand growing ever brighter. "Let us settle this once and for all, Joan of Arc, the savior of the nation!"

"I couldn't ask for more...!" Joan of Arc waved her flag and assumed a fighting stance.

“Ritsuka, you saw it too, the Holy Grail, didn’t you?” Walking to Ritsuka’s side, he tugged at her side ponytail, and his expression finally turned serious. “Give the order, Chaldea’s only Master.”

"Everyone, this is the final battle, please!" Waving her hand with only two Command Seals left, Ritsuka pointed at the magician opposite her who had set up a magic circle.

"Yes, Mashu, let's go!" He pulled out the driver, started running, and headed towards the magician.

"Yes! Prepare to begin retrieving the Holy Grail! Mash Kyrielight, move out!" Mash also started running and rushed forward.

This is the final battle.

The final chapter of Origin: The Holy Grail Retrieval features the King of Time, the Saintess who saves the nation, and the pure knight. Humanity's last hope faces a crazed marshal who has lost his ideals, abandoned his dignity, and clings to the last glimmer of light in his heart.

A collaboration between those who transcend limits and the king of time.

"With such a pathetic posture, what can you possibly accomplish!" The sea demon, no, the monster inhabiting the consciousness of a magician, roared, as countless tentacles flew towards the few Servants who were utterly insignificant in his eyes.

Jeanne and Mash were the first to move, their silver and golden magic reaching their peak together.

“My banner, protect my people! My Lord is here!” White feathers fell from the sky, bathing Joan of Arc and the earth behind her in gold, and the irises on the banner were more vibrant and in full bloom than ever before.

"Noble Phantasm, unfold...! Hypothetical Noble Phantasm Simulation / Foundation of Humanity {Lord Chaldseas}!" Two silver magic circles unfolded from the shield Mash raised, forming a pure white wall.

Protected by irises and city walls, the sea monster's attacks were easily blocked, but its immense strength continued to assault the defenses.

Irises were stained with dust, and cracks appeared in the pristine white walls. Jeanne d'Arc and Mash's Noble Phantasms struggled against the sea monster's rapid and heavy attacks. The two Servants' stamina was being rapidly depleted.

"Mash!" Ritsuka saw the cracks in the pristine white walls widening, and her Command Spell flashed red. "By Command Spell, I command you to send magical energy to Mash Kyrielight!"

"Thank you so much, senior!" Sensing the magic of the Command Seal, Mash smiled and channeled the magic into the shield in her hand. The pristine white walls were restored to their integrity and solemnity, and the sea monster's attacks could not harm that pure white expanse.

Finally, under the Noble Phantasms of the two defensive Servants, the magical power of the three people behind them reached its peak.

Kiyohime was the first to move. At this moment, she was a far cry from her usual gentle and virtuous self. Her eyes were as cold as ice, and the fan in her hand burst into fierce flames.

“That magician lied…” Her tone made Zhuo tremble, almost causing him to fail to gather his strength. “He spread lies to ruin the saintess’s reputation for his own ugly desires. Such a person…” As she spoke, she looked at Nian Zhuo behind her. Qing Ji’s cold tone contrasted sharply with the smile on her face, causing Nian Zhuo to break out in a cold sweat.

"Lord Anchin~ Please, please don't lie to me~" Kiyohime then took a deep breath and stared directly at the hideous sea demon before her.

"Next, I will destroy that lying liar. 'Turning into the Samadhi of Fire'!"

Flames, blazing flames, flames of destruction. Emerging from Kiyohime's mouth, it was the breath of a dragon, absolute annihilation.

---But that was Kiyohime's most persistent and infatuated deep love for the one she called Anchin.

The flames raged and burned mercilessly on the enormous sea monster, causing the magician to cry out in pain.

"You lowly female dragon! You actually cause me pain!" The tentacle swung down, but instead struck the feathers and the city wall, creating a ripple. "Ooh ooh ooh ooh! Why! Why are you all getting in my way!" It roared in impotent rage.

Next was Elizabeth, whose body shimmered with a magical rose-red aura.

"Agent! You'd better watch me closely and listen to my voice~" The long spear in her hand flipped and plunged into the ground, and a huge black shadow slowly emerged from behind Elizabeth---Prison City.

That was her original ability as a Caster, which she unexpectedly acquired due to her past experiences. The castle's name is Csejte, a prison city. A demonic castle that once tortured and murdered hundreds of young girls, Elizabeth maintains her powerful magic and allure by soaking in blood baths filled with the blood of these girls. The spear Elizabeth carries is a demonic spear weaponized from the city of Csejte.

Using it as their stage, numerous loudspeakers were prominently displayed throughout the prison city.

Elizabeth tiptoed onto the tip of her spear, took a deep breath, and then exhaled her dragon breath.

"The final song, a grand finale to kill you!"

"The final song, watch in all its glory (behold the allure)!"

"Let me sing you the hottest hit song in the Servant world!"

"This is my Blood Witch!" "Laaaa???"

A terrifying, high-pitched dragon breath accompanied an extremely frightening, wide-range sonic attack unleashed from the massive loudspeakers atop the prison city behind Elizabeth. The sound waves materialized, carrying the air as they hurtled towards the sea-enchanted magician.

"Aaaaaaah! This... What is this!... A hellish sound!" The magician's screams came from the sea monster's body, and even the sea monster itself couldn't help but cover its ears, no, if it even had ears.

"What the hell? What the hell? What the hell?!" Elizabeth stomped her feet in anger at the Sea Demon's reaction. Logically, she should be happy for causing the Sea Demon immense damage. "How dare they say my voice is a hellish voice! Manager! Get revenge for me!" she said, looking at Nian Zhuo at the very end.

All eyes turned to Nian Zhuo once again. Finally, Zhuo raised his head, a purple light flashing in his eyes.

"Great Billion"

He placed the green player driver on his waist, and then inserted the purple item in his right hand into it.

In a daze, it seemed as if that misunderstood genius had appeared beside me.

"This time, will the world understand me?" Dan Kuroto slowly turned his head and looked at Nencho beside him.

"Ah, congratulations, this time, the world is captivated by you." Closing his eyes, Zhuo quietly pulled the handle at his waist.

“Gachan-----” “Then, let the world witness the genius of a god.” Dan Kuroto’s figure gradually faded away, and Zhuo slowly opened his eyes.

“henshin------” “Undying----------Destroyed-----------, the highest level of divine talent! Kuroto Da-n! Kuroto Da-n!)”

"God Maximum X!" The limits of God are revealed here!

"System, adjust all attributes to one billion." He gave the final command to the system in his mind, and purple armor slowly appeared above his head. Zhuo leaped high, his figure disappearing into the purplish-black armor.

His limbs were replaced by advanced mechanical limbs, and he landed on the ground. His round body was the God Limit Armor from Ex-Aid.

but------

"Pfft, that's kind of cute." Ritsuka suddenly covered her mouth, her back trembling as she laughed.

“…Indeed, Mr. Nianzhuo looks like this…” Even Mashu covered her mouth, then suddenly remembered that she was activating her Noble Phantasm, so she quickly grabbed her shield.

At this moment, Zhuo was immersed in unparalleled joy.

"This is... the power of a god at its limit." Raising his hand, Zhuo felt invincible. "The ability to set his own data for the strongest form, is this... the talent of a god?! You're truly amazing, Dan Kuroto!"

Then, he calmed down and looked at the trembling sea opposite him.

"No! Impossible! You are clearly! You are clearly just an unknown servant! This magical power! This power! Who are you?!" The enormous sea demon didn't even have time to care about the damage from the dragon's roar and the flames. Its huge tentacles twisted into a bundle and stabbed at the immobile Nian Zhuo.

"Oh no!" Joan of Arc exclaimed. Her irises had finally withered. After being relentlessly attacked by that sea monster for so long, they had reached their limit.

"Mr. Nianzhuo!" The enormous tentacles, like sharp spears, pierced through the pristine white city wall and continued their relentless thrust towards Nianzhuo.

A dull thud resounded, and dust obscured the girls' vision.

"Ha-----ha--------" The sea demon let out a mocking laugh.

"Mr. Nianzhuo! {Agent!} {Lady Anzhen!}" The girls exclaimed in surprise.

However, when the smoke cleared, Nian Zhuo appeared unharmed in their eyes.

"How! How is this possible?!" The sea demon trembled with rage, relentlessly attacking as if it couldn't believe it.

However, Zhuo simply endured his attacks in silence.

“I understand the devastation of your faith, and I understand that the darkness of your childhood shaped your current state of evil. I feel sorry for you and respect you, the former French marshal who led the people in their struggle.” With that, Zhuo pulled on the handle at his waist. “But that is no excuse for your wanton evil deeds and the destruction of lives. Therefore, I will eliminate you, you demon who has now lost everything!”

"In the name of God!" With purple light flashing beneath his feet, Zhuo leaped high into the air once more.

"Kamiwaza!" His right foot shot out, pointing directly at the enormous sea monster. Zhuo descended from the sky with unstoppable momentum.

"God Maximum Critical Blessing!"

At that moment, in Jill's eyes, the sun was right behind Nianzhuo.

---As if taking away their own judge in the name of God.