Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Idiot! What did I teach you? Think before you throw a punch!"

"think……"

"Think hard..."

The two goddesses, in pain, clutched their heads and began to rack their brains in desperation.

A quarter of an hour... Two quarters of an hour... Three quarters of an hour...

Finally, after struggling for more than half an hour, Ereshkigal and Rin Tohsaka's almost constipated expressions relaxed, as if they had gained some enlightenment.

"so……"

"I can't figure it out!"

At that moment, Samael, who had been looking forward to the answer, was utterly speechless upon hearing this confident reply.

"We're not familiar with Indian mythology and Buddhist scriptures, so it won't be that easy in a short time!"

"That's it!"

Seeing Samael's face darken, as if he were about to unleash a thunderbolt, Ereshkigal and Rin Tohsaka immediately raised their fists in protest.

"You guys are driving me crazy! As far as I know, there are at least two ways to solve this problem!"

Faced with the two's "you do it if you can" attitude, Samael had no choice but to give up his attempt at guidance and instead provided the answer himself.

"First, find her true form from among countless illusions. However, I think this might be a bit difficult for you, so let's forget about it."

"..."

Under Samael's listless complaints, the two goddesses, feeling guilty, awkwardly turned their heads away, glancing around erratically, pretending not to hear.

"Secondly, 'Mara's transformations and his freedom of creation'—since this is a state in which anyone can take advantage of the creations of the heavens and find joy in them, why can't you utilize the rules and characteristics she bestowed upon that world, inject another concept that is beneficial to you, reconstruct this world, and take the initiative?"

“You said that we should fight her for control of that world through a contest of divine will and power.”

Rin Tohsaka's eyes flashed with a thoughtful light as she answered.

Although Rin Tohsaka is more willful and capricious in personality, she is actually slightly better than Ereshkigal in terms of comprehension and understanding.

"That's right. Buddhism has the saying that one thought can create a world. To put it bluntly, the so-called Sixth Desire Heaven is just a mental storm that Sakura built on herself. At most, it is a concept of a divine realm that is one level higher than an inherent barrier."

Samael nodded in satisfaction, his eyes showing approval. Combining his experience of observing the Awakened Ones' great moves during the Covenant War and his understanding of the Indian pantheon's philosophy, he revealed the secrets of the matter.

"Therefore, don't blindly resist its operating order. Instead, learn to accept and utilize it. This kind of small world with incomplete rules is obviously unstable. Once the changes and amount of information reach its limit, even without intentionally fighting for control, this thing will gradually collapse and break down on its own. At that time, without the support of the rules of the small world, will you be afraid of it?"

Upon hearing this, Rin Tohsaka and Ereshkigal's eyes lit up.

Indeed, stripping away that bizarre and fantastical Sixth Desire Heaven, the opponent isn't that strong.

However, seemingly because of the shadow of her previous defeat, Rin Tohsaka still lacked confidence.

"But Sakura is the dual possession of Kama and Mara. How could I possibly rebuild the Sixth Desire Heaven alone..."

"If one isn't enough, how about two?"

Samael sighed and rubbed his forehead in annoyance. He immediately grabbed Rin Tohsaka and Ereshkigal's arms, put them together, and reminded them irritably.

"Don't forget, you are the goddesses of heaven and earth in Mesopotamia, the divine divisions of Tiamat, the mother of origin. Together, you possess the concept of creation. In terms of status, you may not be inferior to Kama and Mara."

"understood!"

Seeing that the face of a certain foreign aid player gradually turned as black as the bottom of a pot, Rin Tohsaka nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice.

"So now, is there no problem?"

"Have……"

Just as Samael was about to retire gracefully, Ereshkigal and Rin Tohsaka exchanged a cautious glance and stammered out their words.

"Say!"

"So, what exactly do we do?"

"..."

The ancient snake's face stiffened, its blood pressure soared, it clutched its chest, and its bloodshot eyes radiated a murderous glint.

After all this time, you still don't understand! Then what's the point of you nodding like that?!

Seeing that the strategy consultant was almost driven to the point of fainting from anger by the two of them, Ai Lei lowered her head sheepishly, her pretty face slightly flushed.

“Uh, sorry, Samael, what you're saying is too abstract. Could you… be more specific…”

"Imagination, it's imagination..."

At his owner's awkward plea, Samael's pent-up frustration vanished, and he could only compose himself and weakly express the truth through a combination of writing and drawing.

"Use your divine concepts to overwhelm hers! When she thinks of flowers blooming, you think of flowers withering; when she manifests in countless forms, you overturn the heavens and the earth; when she controls the world, you think of galaxies. In short, just be more expansive in dimensions and more powerful in your minds, isn't that enough? As a goddess with the power of creation, don't tell me that your divine cores can't even calculate this much of a thought!"

The two goddesses, standing still, seemed to understand something and fell into deep thought.

Finally, Samael paused for a moment, then added a Zen-like explanation, hoping to deepen their understanding.

"All things and phenomena arise from the mind, and all thoughts transform into the forms of all things. A single thought can bring forth a flower, and another can cause it to wither; everything is determined by your mind."

However, seeing the two looking bewildered, the ancient snake rolled its eyes helplessly, realizing that this was probably just another case of talking past each other.

Forget it, anyway, he'll take care of Aika Sajou and Attila. He'll deal with the problems there quickly, and if necessary, he can step in himself and experience the so-called "freedom of other-transformation".

Before this, it would be enough for Ereshkigal and Rin Tohsaka to hold out for a while.

At this point, Samael, having repeatedly met with setbacks, had completely given up on his plan to enlighten the two and decided to simply push them aside.

After all, it's easier to use your fists than to use your brain.

"Alright, you guys take your time thinking about it. I'll go check on Tokiomi."

Having made up his mind, Samael simply waved goodbye to this troublesome temporary class and rushed into the church at almost breakneck speed.

Having temporarily escaped the nightmare of two teaching careers, the ancient snake quietly slipped back into the church and sat down next to Tokiomi Tohsaka, who was waiting for dawn.

After a few casual words, Samael confirmed that his mental state was still stable and controllable, and that he did not know that the enemy Assassin was his own beloved daughter. Only then did he let out a long sigh of relief, lean back lazily on the bench, and relax.

As the night fades, dawn breaks.

A ray of soft morning light shone through the rose-shaped stained-glass window on the east side of the church, casting its light onto the white cross and revealing the compassionate silhouette of the suffering Christ under the light.

Its daybreak.

Samael slowly opened his eyes from the shadows, his dark, deep pupils emitting a chilling light, like a demon king awakening from hell.

The other Servants and Masters, who were also ready, rose one after another, preparing to depart.

However, as everyone gradually left the church, Samael noticed that Kirei Kotomine, who was the first to walk out of the door, had changed into a smart black church robe, holding a Bible in one hand and a cross in the other, and his body was covered with black keys, looking every bit the professional agent.

"Kiri, what are you doing?"

Seeing this, the ancient serpent slowed down and came to his disciple, muttering to himself.

"Of course, we should heed the guidance of the divine oracle, respond to the Lord's call, and go to war together to punish Ainsworth!"

Kirei Kotomine raised the Bible in his hand, kissed the cross on his chest, and then answered with a solemn and devout expression.

"You don't seem to be a Master, nor a Heroic Spirit..."

Seeing his disciple being so kind and generous, Samael couldn't help but look suspicious.

When questioned, Kirei Kotomine remained calm and composed, explaining without batting an eye.

"I am a priest accompanying the army."

"..."

Samael watched as the official priest, holding a cross and a Bible, devoutly chanted prayers and walked past him at the front of the procession. His lips twitched slightly, and he silently complained to himself.

Goodness, even the priests accompanying the army have come out. It feels like I'm launching a crusade against heretics.

Well, let it be a holy war. Anyway, as an agent, Kirei Kotomine's excellent melee ability can make up for the shortcomings of Masters like Waver and Tokiomi in this aspect, properly protect their safety, and provide a better output environment for these magician Masters.

Samael knew that a certain pleasure-seeker was no longer content with just watching from the sidelines and wanted to personally participate in the Holy Grail War. So, through telepathy, he assigned his disciple the task of protecting the back row.

Since we're already on this pirate ship, we might as well do our part.

This can be considered as him respecting tradition.

It's important to understand that during the Crusades, the work of carrying crosses and leading the way for the army was physically demanding. These clergy, however, would throw away their Bibles, put on armor, pick up swords, and become incredibly skilled at killing people. Moreover, quite a few of them would directly participate in the battles.

Half an hour later, deep in the mountains of Xindu.

The group traversed winding mountain ranges and arrived at a deep, dense forest, where they stopped and their gazes met in the distance ahead.

Several rays of sunlight pierced through the trees, and through the refraction of dust and mist, they formed floating patterns of light in mid-air, resembling shards of glass. Although they moved freely back and forth, this phenomenon clearly defied common sense.

The spatial node has been found!

Samael nodded in satisfaction, summoning the Holy Lance Rungomminiad into his hand. Aether surged within him, and a silvery-white tide of magic, carrying the power to break boundaries, surged forward.

Click!

Suddenly, the floating light prisms twisted and shattered, and the scenery before everyone's eyes changed instantly. A majestic and ancient castle stood out amidst the interplay of reality and illusion.

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Meanwhile, Ainsworth.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap boomed in the clear sky. The Masters, who were sitting in their respective rooms enjoying their breakfast, were startled when the cups, tables, and chairs in front of them shook violently. They looked up in surprise and followed the sound.

The massive spatial barrier constructed by the spell collapsed instantly, and the crisscrossing patterns of light above rapidly shattered and crumbled into glass-like crystals that peeled off one after another.

The sky is falling!

The expressions of the Ainsworths group changed drastically. As their eyes reflected the streaks of light that pierced through the sky from the border and plummeted toward the castle, their pupils suddenly contracted.

It's here! So fast!

hum!

Just as the church's heroic spirits, transformed into streams of light, were about to burst into the courtyard, the ground shook violently.

Tsk tsk tsk!

One by one, prototype magic arrays resonated and pulsed, and several light bands floating with intricate incantations shot up from all parts of the courtyard like geysers, intertwining and overlapping to form a light-shaped fortress that seemed to seal off the invaders' advance, intending to buy time for Ainsworth's side to react.

Moreover, the white mist that interfered with perception spread from all directions, dividing the battlefield.

"Whoosh!"

However, at that moment, a silver knight's lance shot out as fast as a meteor.

"boom!"

Before Ainsworth's second layer of autonomous defense magic could be activated, the Meteor Spear pierced straight through the forming light barrier as easily as cutting through tofu. It then rammed into the marble sculpture in the center of the courtyard with undiminished momentum, shattering the statue of the ancestor worshipped by the Ainsworth lineage. The trembling spearhead was embedded in the entire base, and as the spear hummed and vibrated, a silver-white light streak shot into the sky.

In an instant, a surging silver-white etheric storm, driven by the power of the Holy Lance, took shape and swept in all directions, clearing away the white mist that filled the courtyard.

At the same time, a silver-white storm anchor, tearing through the sky and connecting the earth, suddenly took shape, fixing Ainsworth, who existed between illusion and reality, in place.

"Glory, now!"

At this moment, amidst the fierce ethereal storm, a slender, pale hand slowly rose, its five fingers clenched forward in a gesture of leisurely contemplation, as if reciting a poem.

In an instant, countless floating patterns of light poured down from the wedge at the end and the tower of the end, forming layers of transparent yet tough light membranes that separated and divided the different areas of the courtyard and the castle from one another.

What goes around comes around, and now it's my turn to take control.

Samael looked down with satisfaction at the field that had been reclaimed by the Holy Lance Rungomminiad, a cold smile playing on his lips. Behind him, several beams of light scattered in different directions, heading towards their own battlefields.

"Woof woof woof!"

At the main gate of the courtyard, several large, black-haired dogs with fierce and menacing faces, as big as calves, leaped out of the shadows, bared their white teeth, and growled as they pounced on the intruders.

"Get out of here! You bunch of eyesores, you beasts!"

However, before these guard dogs could bark and rush out of the gate, powerful wind pressure, transformed into transparent iron hammers, accompanied by a chilling roar, shot out from the shimmering red and black holy sword.

"Puff puff!"

Instantly, wherever the powerful gusts of wind passed, the vicious dogs that had pounced on them either had their skulls dented, their brains splattered, their lumbar vertebrae broken, or their internal organs rotting. They were all sent flying backward like tattered sacks, spitting blood. After struggling for a few moments, they stopped convulsing.

"Hey woman, you killed my dog! Again!"

As the vicious dogs fell one by one, their blood splattered on the spot. Cú Chulainn, the Irish "Child of Light," the strongest guard dog at the courtyard gate, roared in a gloomy voice, carrying a golden-blue spear, and stepped out of the shadows, staring intently at the Celtic Knight King Artoria who had entered the arena, his gaze icy cold.