Einzbern, Matou, Tohsaka.
200 years ago, these three Magician families, sharing the same ambition, provided each other with secret Spells to reproduce the Holy Grail, known as the [Omnipotent Wishing Machine].
When the Holy Grail could only grant one person’s wish, the cooperative relationship began to transform into a bloody, mutually destructive struggle.
This was the beginning of the Holy Grail War.
Since then, every sixty years, the Holy Grail would reappear in the far eastern land where it was once summoned—Fuyuki.
Then the Holy Grail would select seven Magicians capable of wielding its authority, distributing a portion of its vast magic to them, enabling them to summon Servants.
Through combat, the Magician and Servant who defeated the other six groups would gain the opportunity to wish upon the Holy Grail.
—This is a lie.
The prize is an omnipotent wishing machine?
This was merely a colossal lie spread by the founding Three Founding Families to conceal the true value of the Holy Grail War from the Magic Association and reduce powerful adversaries.
The Three Founding Families established the Holy Grail War to sacrifice seven Heroic Souls to reach the Root.
According to occultism, outside this world exists the “Karma” at the pinnacle of dimensional theory.
Serving as the origin coordinate for all events.
That is the long-cherished wish of all Magicians, the vortex of the Root… the divine seat that records everything in the world, from the beginning to the end of all things.
Although it seems absurd to outsiders, for most Magicians, [reaching the Root] is more appealing than an [omnipotent wishing machine], and it is the ultimate tragic wish of a Magician.
The Fuyuki Three Founding Families concealed the information that [the Holy Grail can open the Dao to the Root], which is why the Fuyuki Holy Grail War was not given importance by the Magic Association.
Rod understood and appreciated the Magicians’ long-cherished wish.
Rod was a young one born from human arrogance and greed.
Seeking prosperity over peace, pursuing splendor over eternity, is the original sin of BeastVI.
In his view, the Magicians’ aspirations bore a striking resemblance to a certain saying by Confucius—to hear the Dao in the morning, and die content in the evening.
Incidentally, if Rod were to consume the Fuyuki Holy Grail filled with seven Heroic Spirits, he would possess power and authority far exceeding that of a [person who reached the Root] or an [omnipotent wishing machine].
At least, in the eyes of his mother, Type-Moon’s number one Beast6 fan, Young Miss Root Princess, it is so—
The complete Rod is the strongest monster capable of even destroying the Quantum Record Fixed Belt [Humanity’s Foundation]… “Please answer my question, Master.”
Morgan asked very seriously, “Do you want to sacrifice 6 Souls? Or 7, including me?”
Rhode, however, waved his hand with a frivolous smile.
“No, no, no… You misunderstood, Caster. I have no interest in reaching the Root, nor do I want a beast to manifest. I really enjoy my current carefree life, and I have no intention of destroying the world, so I won’t betray you or kill you—”
Meeting Morgan’s gaze, the young man deliberately paused, revealing a mocking expression.
“If I said that… Morgan le Fay, would you be troubled?” You are reading on g.com, the official source.
The witch who detests human history, you have ambitions unlike any hero.
Your wish is the same as Manaka’s before she met me—
The destruction of the quantum record fixed belt.
After all, only then can your tragic wish be fulfilled: a complete revenge and negation of the human history that ‘did not choose you to be King.’
“…”
Morgan turned her expressionless, beautiful face, ignoring Rhode’s malicious retort.
“I understand, Master. Since you say so, I will tentatively believe you.”
She extended her hand proactively, “I will obtain the Holy Grail for you. Please guide me from now on.”
…Is that noncommittal?
Rhode extended his right hand to grasp Morgan’s, looking up at her as he spoke.
“Let me fully enjoy this Holy Grail War, Caster.”
“—!?”
The moment the Master and Servant clasped hands, the pattern on Rhode’s hand glowed.
Noticing the anomaly, Morgan instinctively exclaimed in surprise.
“What are you… doing?”
She tried to shake off Rhode’s hand but found that the slender wrist of the young man, who was a head shorter than her, contained power that a Servant could not possibly shake off.
Immediately after, dense magical energy was injected into Morgan’s body through her palm, eroding the witch’s Magic Crest.
All sensory organs seemed to be highly activated, and a tingling, slightly warm sensation spread through her skin and bone marrow with the surging magical energy.
…”Haa, haa, haa.”
Her cold and pure beauty became incomparably alluring as it was tinged with crimson, and her full, high chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing.
The injection of magical energy stopped.
Her rounded thighs trembled uncontrollably, and Morgan bent slightly, glaring at her Master with resentful eyes.
“…Why did you do this?”
“I’m not the type to command from the rear, so I’ll be the one charging into battle in this Holy Grail War.”
Rhode did two things.
Command Seals transfer: Rhode transferred his Command Seals to his Servant.
This was a Magician’s action allowed within the rules of the Holy Grail War.
Forced contract: Rhode forcibly signed a contract with Caster, making himself her Servant.
If you ask why, it’s because he is the rule.
Although the heaven’s cup preserved by the Holy Church is not the true Holy Grail, it is a true evil object—
The negative cup is a higher-level existence than the heaven’s cup created by modern Magicians.
Modifying the rules of the Holy Grail War was child’s play for Rhode.
Therefore, to fully enjoy the Holy Grail War, the beast decided to add some restraints to himself.
That was to make himself a Servant, with Morgan playing the role of the false Master.
…”Haa, haa.”
Looking at the Master who was wantonly trampling on the rules, cold sweat seeped from Morgan’s fair forehead.
He’s still just a young beast, yet he already possesses such power!?
“Alright, done. Are you okay, Caster?”
Rhode’s words awakened Morgan, whose brain was hazy and thoughts were stalled due to the influx of magical energy.
“…I’m, I’m fine.”
She withdrew her slender hand from the young man’s, stepping back half a pace, somewhat flustered.
Gazing at the?
shaped Command Seals that had transferred from the young Master’s hand to her own, the beautiful witch’s lips twisted slightly.
…I understand the logic, but why isn’t the Command Seals transferred to the back of my hand, but to my lower abdomen?
Because it’s the Tokyo Holy Grail System.
Morgan said coldly, “Please ask for my opinion before doing something like this next time, Master.”
“Okay, next time for sure, next time for sure.”
“…”
Looking at the young Master’s frivolous expression, she pouted and turned her face away.
She wanted to be angry but had nowhere to release it, finally realizing her cheeks were inexplicably hot.
I really…
am not good at dealing with this child.
“I need to go out and get some fresh air, Master. Just standing here makes me extremely uncomfortable.”
“Understood.”
The sound of high heels echoed in the Matou Residence’s corridor, gradually fading away and finally disappearing.
Suddenly, Morgan supplemented in Rhode’s mind through Spirit Communication: “The reason for my discomfort isn’t you; it’s just that the smell of insects in this basement is too strong.”
“I understand without you emphasizing it.”