Shirou, who returned from the Fairy Kingdom

Each Servant participating in the Holy Grail War corresponds to two specific Command Seals. These Command Seals can be freely transferred to the Master, but the Ruler cannot use all Command Seals on a single Servant at the same time.

Of course, Jeanne's power is not omnipotent; she cannot command a Master's Servant who still possesses a Command Seal to commit suicide simply by virtue of a Command Seal.

The wing-shaped Command Seals form a Catholic-inspired pattern on the girl's beautiful back, conveying a sacred atmosphere.

—Seraphim.

The word involuntarily popped into Shirou's mind.

There seems to be no problem.

If Joan of Arc possessed a Command Seal shaped like wings, then it wouldn't be surprising if Aigo also had one.

But—as expected, something still felt off, and Shirou frowned suspiciously.

"Um... Artorius, have you made up your mind?"

Joan of Arc asked, her face flushed.

"Sorry, please wait a moment."

I never expected that this would bring joy... cough cough!

I never imagined that letting a respected man see my back would be such a shameful thing.

The girl was filled with regret, wondering why she had accepted Shirou's request just five minutes earlier.

Moreover, my hand was sore from brushing my hair aside...

"Isn't this good enough?!"

Shirou asked, "Excuse me, Ruler, may I touch it?"

"Huh? Of course not! What are you thinking?! Waa ...

Joan of Arc let out a piercing scream—

The reason was that Shirou had touched her back without her consent.

Waaah...!

I'm sorry, Leticia...

She's already unmarriageable...

The saintess closed her tearful eyes, pursed her lips, and felt Shirou's hands stroking her back.

It was a situation so shameful that I wanted to commit suicide, but why—

I feel so comfortable being touched by Shirou, and I want it to continue forever...

Joan of Arc felt weak all over and finally—couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"Hmm... Hmm?"

"Teacher! I'm here!"

The "Black" sorcerer maintained his usual demeanor, nodding slightly as he stood by the lakeside filled with clear water, welcoming the boy who was heading straight towards him.

The boy's name is Roger Fryin Yggdomirenia.

At the young age of thirteen, he was already a well-known golem maker, and this time he naturally became the Master of the Yggdrasil clan.

Roger respects Caster, who is also a golem, as a senior and calls him "teacher".

The Flein family is a renowned family that creates golems. They entrust their newborn babies to the golems for care, and the babies almost never leave the workshop until they reach the age where they can have their imprints transplanted. The parents never see their children, and their education is entirely entrusted to the golems.

The children of the clan are very close to the golems. This unique educational method cultivates magicians who live not for humans, but for golems.

They clearly don't remember what their parents look like, but they can remember every detail of the golem that takes care of them.

Roger was the same way; he had absolutely no interest in humans, no matter how excellent a magician they were.

However, the "black" sorcerer before us is an exception among exceptions.

Aviblon—also known as Solomon ibn Qabirull—was an 11th-century philosopher and poet.

He is considered one of the key figures in the European Renaissance, establishing the concept of Kabbalah derived from the Hebrew word for "receive"—the foundation of Kabbalah magic.

Roger called the sorcerer "teacher" and admired him so much because Avisbro was also a great golem maker.

The boy completely trusts his servant and genuinely feels happy to be able to assist him in the workshop.

Tonight, he obeyed his teacher's request to leave the castle and brought the "hearth core" that he needed.

Avisbro's Noble Phantasm, the Ultimate Golem - "Crown of Wisdom".

In the past, the golems that teachers created in their spare time already used techniques, methods, and materials that were beyond the imagination of teenagers.

Roger, a mere magician, was fortunate enough to witness the golem described as "ultimate" by such a teacher.

If this is not enough to bring joy, then what is there to be joyful about?

The boy simply followed instructions and kept moving forward, no longer paying attention to the Holy Grail War.

For Caster, the moment he can unleash his Noble Phantasm is the moment of victory.

From this perspective, he and Avestrom can be said to be the master and servant with the most aligned goals in this Holy Grail War.

"This is the 'core', isn't it...?"

"very good."

"That's wonderful. But teacher, this 'hearth' must have been completed a long time ago, right? Was there a reason why it wasn't used before?"

The "Black" sorcerer put his index finger to his lips, gesturing for Roger to "be quiet," and the boy quickly covered his mouth with both hands.

Then, he began to perform the magic ritual.

Avistron had no desires to express to the Holy Grail; his only wish was to complete the ultimate task he had failed to finish in his lifetime.

To create the ultimate being (golem) that imitates the progenitor of mankind and possesses life.

Therefore, just like the Assassin of the "Red" faction, he uses the materials of this world to complete his magic.

The raw materials are stone, soil, and wood, all of which are hundreds of years old and are unprocessed natural materials used in the city walls or timber.

It is said that Danic, who was incredibly wealthy, spent a full 30% of his assets to collect these materials.

When Avistron's Noble Phantasm is completed, it will become the final trump card of the "Black" faction.

"You are a clod of earth and yet not a clod of earth. You are a human being and yet not a human being."

You are the one who establishes Paradise, the ruler of Paradise, and the guide to Paradise.

You are our dream, our hope, our love.

The magician's incantation echoed across the lake, and the once calm water began to bubble with a "pop".

"You who embrace the Holy Spirit are named—'Adam, the origin of mankind.'"

At first, Roger thought it was simply a huge golem.

While a height of fifteen meters is indeed enormous, it's not ridiculously large. Even if Roger alone had the ability, he could create a golem of that size in five years.

Of course, he can only reproduce the size; in terms of quality, it's incomparable.

Even so, the golem created by the teacher is still not particularly special.

Whether it's mystery or physique—

Roger had heard that a certain great witch possessed a golem that was two thousand years old and the size of an ancient city.

However, when the boy saw the object gradually take shape, he couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"This is the 'golem most faithful to its original form'..."

That was the king Avestrom envisioned as guiding people to paradise.

It is both the destroyer of the world and the protector of humanity.

Now, the birth of a giant is imminent.

A giant arm extends from the lake, and the upper body, resembling an ancient city, stands firmly on the earth.

This is the only movement the golem can perform right now.

If it weren't submerged in this lake, the golem wouldn't even be able to move... but that's the current situation.

"Then let's install the 'furnace core'... Master, are you ready?"

"Yes, teacher!"

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Volume 5, Chapter 225: She panicked! She panicked!

There were three Yggdrasil Magus who greeted Shirou and his companions at the castle entrance.

Leading the group was Fiore, who was sitting in a wheelchair, followed by Siegfried's Master Gold and Frankenstein's Master Corles.

Shirou thought to himself: There are surprisingly few people coming.

Putting aside Danic, who turned into a vampire and went on the run, where did everyone else go?

Regardless, the fact that the other party took the initiative to invite them and went out of the city to greet them is a sign that they hope to establish friendly relations.

Perhaps the magicians of the Thousand World Tree still retain the dignity of being nobles, but they have to admit that in terms of the strength of power, the "Black" swordsmen are superior to them.

—And the only one who can save himself from the Mage's Association's purge.

Shirou had no interest in allying with anyone other than Mordred, but Jeanne kept nagging him, so he decided to listen to what they had to say.

By the way, the saintess is still angry because Shirou touched her body without permission in the car.

"Hello, nice to meet you. I am Fiore Fulvig Yggdmirena, the acting leader of the 'Black' faction."

Shirou was surprised: Danic just passed away last night, and the clan leader has already been chosen today?

The Yggdrasil Clan is a large family with nearly a hundred magicians, whose influence has even extended to Japan and Russia...

She has long been recognized as Danic's successor, probably due to her magical talent.

Shirou nodded and calmly began, "Nice to meet you. I am the 'Black' swordsman..."

"Do not make jokes!!"

Upon hearing the red-haired boy introduce himself, the middle-aged man beside Fiore let out a low growl.

Gordes glared at Shirou with bloodshot eyes and said in a deep voice, "Siegfried, the 'Black' swordsman, is my servant. You are not allowed to use his name without permission!"

The magician's obese body trembled slightly, and his clenched teeth made it clear that he was not afraid, but rather burning with rage.

So that's how it is, this guy is Siegfried's...

Shirou slightly curled the corners of his mouth, suddenly feeling that the world of magicians was really small.

"Nice to meet you, Gold Mujik."

Gold was stunned.

"How do you know my name?"

Shirou doesn't know the Gordes of this worldline—he knows the one from the world he lives in.

Mujik is a magician family that became Irisviel's technical partner after Irisviel became the ninth head of the Einzbern family.

Originally, the Mujik were a prestigious alchemical family with a long history, once comparable to the Einzbern family.

The term "famous family" here means exactly what it sounds like—

They have accomplished almost nothing in the world of magic; this clan has simply existed for a long time and has accumulated more assets than other magicians.

Based on Shirou's understanding of this clan, they are extremely proud and would never allow themselves to attach themselves to or join other magician families.

It seems that the Mujik in this world is even more decadent than imagined, having squandered all the savings accumulated over hundreds of years.

Shirou remembered Gordes as a rather arrogant guy, but here he's actually going against a Heroic Spirit who's many times stronger than him for the sake of his Servant?

"Could it be... that the 'Black' Swordsman told you?"

Gold frowned and asked.

"Hmm? Well... I guess that's how it is."