Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Gradually, both the college student and Little Red Riding Hood deteriorated. Since the magician couple had died, the technique used to extract the winterwood dragon vein to nurture Little Red Riding Hood was no longer being performed. Without the complete functions of a human, Little Red Riding Hood gradually weakened.

Meanwhile, the college student living with Little Red Riding Hood, this non-human being, is also gradually weakening, but he is also beginning to understand Little Red Riding Hood's true nature. He worries that Little Red Riding Hood won't be able to survive in the world after his death. Seeing that Little Red Riding Hood has already taken on the appearance of Ayaka Sajou, the college student comes up with a final solution:

Since that's the case, then I'll give you everything I have.

Then, Little Red Riding Hood's wishing machine activated, and threads of light emerged from her body, gradually enveloping the two of them until they formed a cocoon.

The college student thus became Little Red Riding Hood's food, and her memories and common sense were also accepted by Little Red Riding Hood, thus transforming her into the blonde Ayaka in the FSF world.

In light of this situation, one can only say that Ayaka Sajou meant well but ended up doing something wrong.

Therefore, at this moment, the blonde Ayaka, who was recalling everything, returned to her form as the Tri-Magic Furnace, which could theoretically provide infinite magic power, and attached herself to Charlemagne.

“I see.” Charlemagne sighed upon learning of this memory, then smiled. “Don’t worry, even though our relationship was only master and servant for a few seconds, I will definitely fulfill your wish. I think my brother-in-law thinks so too, after all, he is one of the monarchs of the El-Melloi family, and he has to return it.”

While Charlemagne was still alive, he came into contact with the alien key in the ruins of the giant god at the foot of the Alps, and thus naturally learned about the deeds of Avia and Attila. Therefore, he regarded them as his sister and brother, and for convenience, he would say that they were his sister and brother-in-law.

"Not allowed to move!"

A man's angry roar rang out from one of the theater's entrances, followed by men who appeared at the entrance dressed in uniform police attire, aiming stun guns used to suppress rioters at Charlemagne.

Charlemagne, who had gained knowledge from those present, raised his hands and sighed:

"This is really not cool at all, but luckily I should be fine looking like this."

As she was being handcuffed and led out of the theater by the police, Charlemagne exclaimed in shock upon seeing her reflection in the mirror where the reporters were standing:

"This can't be... how can I look so young!"

With the arrival of Charlemagne, the last of the false Holy Grail and the first of the true Holy Grail, the war between the true and false Holy Grail in Snowfield City began.

Therefore, once all the Servants have arrived, the Holy One and the King of the Wild Hunt will also arrive as scheduled.

Chapter 173: Declare war on the twelve Servants other than myself.

"Sister, you're not in Romania at all! You're there right now!"

The next day at noon, Ayaka Sajou received a phone call from her younger sister, Ayaka Sajou, who seemed quite unhappy about being deceived by her good-for-nothing older sister.

"Don't get so excited, Ayaka, I'm on a trip."

"...Are you alone?"

"Of course not, I was playing with my beloved lover."

"Huh? Lover? Does anyone really want you, sister? Sis, I think you should go out more. You just told me last time that you were bullied and even encountered a NTR guy. Watch less of those weird anime."

"You'll make me angry if you say that... Hmm?"

While on the phone, Aika Sajou suddenly realized that Melosin and Typhon, who had been guarding Novia, were gone, and even Novia herself seemed to be asleep, with her eyes closed.

"Sister, I have to go now, I'll hang up first. Ayaka, remember to pay the balance of the apartment I bought."

Although she didn't understand, Ai Ge felt that this seemed like a great opportunity for her, so she hung up the phone immediately.

"Novia?"

Sajo Aika moved closer to the silver-haired youth and called out softly. When there was no response, she took his hand and placed it next to her face, revealing a joyful smile.

But at that moment, she saw the Command Seals in the young man's hand, the same ones she had in the labyrinth years before.

In other words, Novia's summons, which she had been waiting for almost a day and a night to complete, were finally successful.

"...Why? Why am I not Novia's Master this time?!"

The 40-year-old woman was quite disappointed with the result.

Indeed, in this Holy Grail War, after almost all the Servants had appeared, at this final moment, Novia successfully connected with something.

Therefore, the spirit is elevated, as if it were now some distance away from the earth.

In that darkness, his spirit, filled with an unknown sense of satisfaction, strode forward, and with each step, a ripple spread through the darkness.

And the tiny circles that can be seen everywhere listen unhindered to countless past scenes that remain bewildering to this day, and then guide them back to their place.

Novia even saw glimpses of his past in Rome, where he was trusted implicitly by many people, and he felt ashamed because he believed he hadn't done anything for them...

But when they looked at him, it was as if they were looking at their own future, full of anticipation.

This place is so noisy, so empty, yet so glorious.

Finally, in the narrow space that spans countless times and memories, Novia saw not Gaia, nor Alaya, but the principles of humanity.

Without needing many words, a mere glance was enough for Novia to understand the request that humanity had for her:

For the sake of the world, you must stop Alcides from erasing his essence, the concept of 'Hercules,' from the world.

In the silence, the silver-haired man gazed quietly at the cross pendant on his chest and nodded slightly.

"I agreed."

And so, the next moment, all the Servants participating in the Holy Grail War, including their Masters, along with the mages in the snowfield, heard the sudden sound of waves, even though their bodies were still intact.

It was like the sound of waves crashing in the Mediterranean, and also like a revelation of the concept of death.

As dawn approaches on the coast, the faint light that should illuminate the surroundings is instead tinged with a deathly black.

Everything stretched infinitely to the left and right, the sea shrouded in the black dawn, with no end in sight.

Is it a world shrouded in the black dawn? Or the distant horizon? Or perhaps nothing at all?

They couldn't help but close their eyes and listen to the sound of the waves, but apart from the sound of the waves, everything was quiet.

Meanwhile, the Chains of Heaven from the Age of Gods, the ancient Hero King, the Avengers who want to erase their own existence, the monsters whose fates are sealed, and the gods who descend upon the present world.

Or perhaps, the progenitor of Western Europe after the Age of Gods, the embodiment of "plague," the writer who created heroes, the killer who did not know who he was, the fanatic who learned the skills of his predecessors, the one who tried to merge himself into the old man's shadow, the special observers, the madman who learned "illusion" from the Holy Spirit.

At this moment, everyone understood and realized one thing—

The heavens wept, raining down blood; the tides roared and swelled with sorrow; in that instant, the entire world was reduced to a single hue.

The revelation of destruction has arrived, bringing annihilation. In order to continue, in order to resist destruction, one is willing to fall from the sky...

Since that day, after the first century AD, human activity has continued to this day because of what happened on this coast.

The sky was cloudless, the ground was windless, and the land was devastated.

Under the light of an unknown source, the thick black fog tore apart, revealing the ruins and walls covered with moss and dust.

Just as if ravaged by a storm, traces of battle still remain here, the accumulated footprints or scars.

On the rocks that still exist, there are traces of destruction. Countless drops of blood and flesh were abandoned on the desolate land, and completely torn limbs were buried in the dust.

More often, there were tearing claw marks and huge claw prints, covering most of the area, as if three ferocious beasts would gallop through the area at any moment and completely destroy the already precarious world.

The shouts and roars of those times seem to be forever etched in the air, as if you could hear them again if you closed your eyes.

But everything has eventually passed away, leaving behind this desolate, empty coastline, where one can slowly see the lush green land and the azure ocean.

Just as the night passes and the sun rises, it is only natural.

The generations that have passed are forgotten, and the generations to come will not remember them either.

Then, in the sea of ​​light that was born above the coast, countless stars fell like rain.

At the edge of the coast, amidst the burning of hunting fires and thunder, a giant tree with seven branches was shrouded in pitch-black mist.

A silver-haired youth, seemingly from an eternal world, appeared on the shore and opened his eyes, as blue as the ocean, to the crowd.

"Life is unpredictable, and disputes are hard to resolve. The great river that can swallow them all exists here, and no matter how many years pass, the world will continue."

Just by looking at them, magicians feel a flower-like presence bloom in their hearts. It has no color or form, but it is like a faint fragrance that makes one want to embrace it.

"Even though what has been will be again, and what has been done will be done again."

As if in response to his words, a gentle breeze blew from the distant mist, causing his silver hair to flutter slightly.

"There is nothing new under the sun; therefore, my friends, take heed—"

The man gazed at everything and smiled.

"Even in the dark, there will be no such thing."

In this world that could be mistaken for eternity, countless tiny lights suddenly rose into the sky, eventually causing this world to dissipate and covering the entire Snowfield City in the present world.

And so, the most terrifying declaration of war in the American Holy Grail War came to an end.

The magicians in the town reacted in different ways. Some sensed the danger and fled, while others held onto hope in front of the legendary miracle master and were now plotting to seize power from his master.

The faint magical energy emanating from the center of Snowfield City was so subtle that even the local magicians of Snowfield City could hardly sense it.

However, the appearance of this mysterious sight could be observed even in distant foreign lands, at the clock tower of the Magicians' Association headquarters, and even reached the Eternal City.

Although no one died in the end, the unexpected figure changed the minds of both the Mage's Association, which had originally planned to observe the battle, and the Holy Church, which intended to remain silent. This was no joke that could be ignored.

Because it was an existence that could leave the magic world speechless, manifesting itself on the land of Snowfield City.

The first Pope, Novia, who is believed to have laid the foundation for the magical world from the first to the fifth century and is privately known as the 'Holy Spirit', appears in the Holy Grail War.

174: The Great Melee Before the War (4k5)

Just hours before the announcement of the final and most terrifying battle in the true and false Holy Grail War, and before Novia revealed her arrival to everyone.

In the Great Valley north of Snowfield City, the second round of the Holy Grail War is taking place between the Servants.

Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes, and Archides, who has fallen into the path of vengeance.

"Oh, it really is this guy."

When the archers who had attacked the city center from here saw the golden ship that had arrived before them, they muttered quietly, their expressions a mixture of awe and even a touch of self-mockery.

"Barbarian who launched the surprise attack, let me turn you into a rust remover for the treasures in the warehouse."

Gilgamesh, who had come at breakneck speed, landed on the high ground from the bow of the ship. His words made the archers standing ten meters in front of him slowly raise their heads.

Alcides remained silent, calmly drawing back his bowstring, and without hesitation released an arrow at the girl peeking out from behind him as the King of Heroes spoke.

This is a girl named Tini, the patriarch of a clan that has lived in the Snowfield City for thousands of years. Her purpose in participating in the Holy Grail War is not to obtain the Holy Grail, but to eliminate the magicians who ravaged her homeland and the Holy Grail War. She sincerely regards the Hero King Gilgamesh as her monarch and serves him.

The supersonic arrow approached the girl's face, but was easily blocked by the protection of the Hero King. However, Alcides continued to shoot arrows, as he simply wanted to provoke the Hero King named Gilgamesh.

Gilgamesh may not have realized the provocation, or he may have, but he was agitated by the other party ignoring him and constantly targeting the girl who was his Master. His calm tone was tinged with anger as he continued:

"I see. If you're obsessed with victory, or want to take the easy route to winning, then this is indeed the right choice. I might also play the same trick as you, depending on the situation."

Then, in the next instant—

"But that's precisely why I was able to do those things! They were acts that no ordinary person like you could possibly allow!"

Gilgamesh stood proudly behind him and on the high ground, opening the gates of "The King's Treasure" and unleashing countless magical weapons upon Alcides.

The entrance to Alcides's vault, which was surrounded from all sides, began to sway like a tornado, making the somewhat frail Alcides appear vulnerable.

But he wielded the bow in his left hand and knocked down the torrential rain of Noble Phantasms with a speed that even surpassed the common sense of Heroic Spirits.

Finally, when everything had calmed down, what appeared before Gilgamesh and Tini was an archer, completely unharmed, brushing off the dust clinging to his long cloth and the countless mountains of treasures piled up around him.

The silence of the hero king and his entourage temporarily dominated the highlands, but that tranquility was shattered by Alcides' suppressed laughter.

"Heh...heh heh heh pfft...heh ha ha..."

A laugh, clearly mocking, came from beneath the long cloth covering Alcides' face.

"...What's so funny?"

Gilgamesh asked the question expressionlessly, while Alcides clearly uttered the sentence to him.

"You are too weak." He continued, "All you can do is throw weapons around mindlessly... You might as well just throw sand at me... Anyone who can be dealt with by such childish tricks is either an extremely weakling or a beast that cannot maintain its rationality."

"Oh?"

Gilgamesh was not enraged by this; on the contrary, a smile appeared on his lips.

Alcides proclaimed to this heroic king:

"Haven't you heard the cries of that endless god of madness, already melted into the tides of the world...?"

".....What?!"

In an instant, Gilgamesh felt a surge of madness arise in his mind. Although he quickly suppressed it, on the battlefield, a mere moment can determine life or death.