In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

The clock tower was in an uproar on this day, and the entire magical world of Europe was stirred.

On this day, the magicians turned their gaze to the Far East, unaware of what had happened there.

Only the 'monarchs' know the truth.

...

"Grandfather, thank you for your trouble."

At the Basemello family mansion, Lorelei stood up and spoke to the frail, aged old man in front of her. The girl with her hair tied in a single ponytail walked with her long boots swaying in the breeze. Her sharp eyes were as imposing as ever. Even when facing her grandfather, the current ruler of Basemello, her sharpness remained undiminished.

The old man nodded: "Whether you befriend that Luvist or not, my actions this time are all for the glory of Barthezmello, and that is only right."

"Lorelei—how are you adapting to your 'magic mark'?"

"It can already be used completely freely."

Lorelei responded, a flash of magical light emanating from her entire body.

The transfer of a magic crest is a complex and precise process. The older the family's inherited mystical formula, the more intricate and complex it is, and the greater the amount of work required. Even for magic families that are less than three hundred years old, which are like infants in the magic world, the slightest carelessness could lead to accidents during the transfer process, resulting in the death of the next generation of successors or even the destruction of the crest. The risk of transferring the magic crest of the oldest family in the magic world, such as Bartholomew, which has a history of more than two thousand years, is even greater.

Its magic markings are so large and thick that they cover its entire body.

Its mysterious depth is almost enough to rival ancient fantasy species.

However, Lorelei only spent less than ten days to fully adapt—she had not yet received the magic mark before Lu Kang left, but now she could use it freely.

Upon hearing this, King Barthelo, who had transferred his magic mark but had not yet relinquished his monarchical position, revealed a look of satisfaction and even admiration.

Others don't know.

He knew his granddaughter very well—not only did she adapt to the imprint at an incredibly fast pace, but she also performed the imprint transplant entirely on her own, without needing anyone's assistance.

The old man understood even better that, although there were no groundbreaking research results, Lorelei had already reached a level of magic beyond the Grand rank simply by relying on practical operation.

Now that she has adapted to the imprint, she will only grow taller and stronger!

It has long since surpassed me.

"Now that the decision has been made, we must do everything we can to qualify for the Holy Grail War—prepare the most powerful 'relics'!"

"I have already informed Dean Bricissan and 'Grand Marshal' Kishua Zelrich Schbein'aogu of the final decision on this Grand Order."

"They may all attend in person at that time."

The old man, who knew the general course of the Holy Grail War, declared: "The glory of Bartholomew will come from you, from the glory of your ancestors!"

Upon hearing those two names, Lorelei nodded solemnly.

As an absolute noble family, the Barthero family is perhaps only the two mentioned above who can truly make them take the clock tower seriously—of course, after Lorelei, perhaps we should also add 'Lovester'!

...

"Does Lu Kang look down on the resources I have as his teacher? He actually sent me something like this!"

Inside the elegantly decorated study of El-Melloi's new mansion, Kenneth gazed at the golden armor fragments in the box before him and couldn't help but let out a cold snort. Though his words were sullen, his narrow, azure eyes were filled with satisfaction.

Luca Luvist... has finally reciprocated his long-standing 'good intentions'.

"Consider it a gift from an outstanding student—I'll reluctantly accept it!"

Kenneth summoned the maid: "Place this item with the two hero relics I collected earlier—"

Once the Holy Grail War begins, we can choose the best one from among them.

I've heard that this Holy Grail War is actually quite extraordinary.

So I guess I should also take this a little more seriously!

...

"—This aura...it truly is the relic of a powerful, ancient hero!"

the other side.

Although there is still some time before the Holy Grail War begins.

King Transberio, thanks to his powerful family background, acquired sufficiently powerful relics in a very short time.

The tall and imposing monarch of the entire Basic Sciences Department looked at the object in his hand, which resembled a fragment of a heavy weapon, and was quite pleased.

"The original berserker."

"The strongest dragon slayer!"

...

The deepest part of the Tomb of Albion.

The interior of the observatory, which is overseen by the Department of Astrophysics.

The Celestial Sovereign observes the situation in the 'Sea Within the Stars'.

...

"Weber, how's your paper coming along?"

"It's all set—this is going to be a huge surprise for that guy!"

...

"Kiritsugu, how are your relic preparations going?"

“It has already been prepared, Princess of the Einzbern family.”

Germany, in Europe, is located deep within a dense forest.

In an ancient courtyard unknown to outsiders, a man with messy, short, jet-black hair and a stubble on his face responded to the white-haired old man in front of him.

He said, "That hero... is certainly capable of winning."

"Yeah..."

The old man narrowed his eyes: "Since you're so confident, then I'll leave it all to you."

"Although we are not good at combat, all the costs of magic can be covered by the Einzbern family."

"As long as you can eventually lift the Holy Grail, that's all that matters."

"—You can prepare in advance."

The man known as Emiya Kiritsugu's face remained impassive despite his cold demeanor.

He said confidently, "My preparations are sufficient—nothing more is needed."

"With my current 'tools,' even if the opponent is a magician of the highest rank, there will be no problem."

"That confidence... truly befits the man known as the 'Magician Killer'!" the old man exclaimed, a hint of regret in his eyes.

Pity...

The isolated Einzbern family seemed completely unaware of what was happening outside—Emiya Kiritsugu was even less aware of the dramatic changes that had occurred at the Clock Tower in a single day.

And what he will face is the mysterious behemoth called the Clock Tower, as well as everyone's monarch—and even the only 'Demonic Marshal'.

...

so.

"What is the point of you doing this?"

"What is the significance of this?"

Returning to her room on the top floor of the hotel during the day, the spirit-like Yustissa couldn't quite understand the young man's choice.

She truly couldn't understand the act of making the Holy Grail War, which should have been a secret, public.

In this regard.

Lu Kang simply said, "Of course it's meaningful."

It has the significance of not allowing the restraining force to cause trouble, and even more so, it has the significance of not letting oneself fall into a 'battlefield'.

In order to seize the initiative—

Whether it's Barthezello or Kenneth.

Even the observatory controlled by the Tramberlio family and the Celestial Sovereign.

He always had a backup plan.

None of them could escape his 'control'.

But can it really be controlled?

Yustisa was deeply suspicious.

...

"The Holy Grail War...?"

"That sounds like a lot of fun!"

In the Far East, in the country of Yamato, within Tokyo.

The blonde girl with short hair, who had stopped on the street, twitched her ears slightly, as if she had caught something interesting in the wind.

She revealed a bright and lovely smile.

"—The Holy Grail, is it?"

"I really want to try it out too!"

Chapter 183 Striving to Become Someone Matching Him, Kyoto Train and New Simulation

A low rumble, like a roar, slowly approached and shook the railway tracks. In front of the bustling train station, Lu Kang stood outside the red line, watching the two girls carrying luggage.

Are you sure you don't want to come back with us?

Under the rising sun, Aozaki Aoko gathered her long hair that had fallen beside her ears, her red lips parted slightly, and the warm sunlight slanted across her face, casting dreamlike spots of light through the gaps in her bangs.

Yu-zhu, standing beside him, remained expressionless, but her gaze towards Lu Kang held a questioning—and hopeful—understanding.

But Lu Kang simply shook his head.

“Not for now,” he said. “I’m afraid that one day I might really anger some lady excavator and get swept away by a slide tackle, which wouldn’t be fun.”

He was faced with Lu Kang's joking words.

Aoko snorted, somewhat disappointed, but still said, "Don't worry, with your luck, even if that day comes, you definitely won't die."

“It might be like a cockroach in the refrigerator, half-dead?” Yuzhu interjected.

"..."

What a wonderful metaphor!

Lu Kang and Qingzi exchanged a glance, speechless, but also couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"okay."

Lu Kang said, "Go back, you still have classes, don't you?"

"Hey, let's not talk about that. I still have homework to do when I get back—I really envy you. We look about the same age, so why are you able to run around everywhere?"

Aozaki Aoko muttered.

Yuzhu said again, "I don't need it either."

It's hard for a green child to die.

"There are beads."

"Hmm," the witch said, puzzled.

Can I kill you?

"No."

"Then I'll kill Lu Kang and make you regret it!" Aozaki Aoko bared her teeth and brandished her claws, pretending to pounce on Lu Kang.

Youzhu shifted her body slightly to protect Lu Kang, her expressionless face masking her obvious intentions.

So Aoko could only run to a corner and draw circles to curse.

Seeing that the girl was still lively and cheerful, it was Lu Kang and Youzhu's turn to exchange glances again.