Without warning, a blinding light swept across the entire nasuverse in an instant.
That light was neither the brilliance conjured by magecraft nor the dazzling radiance of a Heroic Spirit’s arrival.
It was clear and profound, silent yet carrying an undeniable pressure, filling the sky.
Finally, it condensed into a colossal light screen, spanning the void, suspended between heaven and earth, clearly visible in the sight of every living being.
From ancient existences hidden on the back of the world to ordinary people in the bustling cities, no one could avoid it, no one could ignore it.
With the appearance of the light screen, the entire nasuverse erupted.
Masters and Servants from various timelines and factions were all startled by this sudden anomaly, and discussions arose one after another.
In Fuyuki City, the lingering effects of the Fourth Holy Grail War had not yet dissipated.
Inside the Tohsaka Residence, Tohsaka Tokiomi gazed at the light screen in the sky, his brows deeply furrowed.
He twirled a Magic Crest with his fingertips, his tone filled with wariness and surprise: “The power of such a full-domain projection is far beyond the reach of ordinary mages, even surpassing the scope of the greater grail.
Whose handiwork could this possibly be?”
Gilgamesh, leaning against a pillar beside him, scanned the light screen with his golden eyes, a defiant smirk playing on his lips.
His tone held a hint of disdain and amusement: “A boring trick, nothing more than some petty, inferior magic.
To dare show off before this King!
I’d like to see what this light screen truly intends to do.”
Kirei Kotomine stood to one side, his face as calm as an ancient well.
He caressed the Black Keys in his hand, thinking to himself: An unknown anomaly, perhaps it can bring me some unexpected ‘pleasure.’ It’s worth looking forward to.
Emiya Kiritsugu, hidden in the shadows, watched the light screen with cold eyes, his heart filled with vigilance.
For him, any unknown disturbance could threaten his objective.
He murmured to himself, “An irrelevant variable.
It must be thoroughly investigated.”
Artoria, beside Irisviel, held her Holy Sword, her gaze solemn.
Sensing the faint aura of the Throne of Heroes emanating from the light screen, she said in a deep voice, “This aura…
it’s related to Heroic Spirits, yet it’s incredibly unfamiliar.
Its purpose is far from simple.”
In the same Fuyuki, but in the timeline of the Fifth Holy Grail War, Emiya Shirou looked at the light screen suspended in the sky, his expression filled with shock and bewilderment: “What is this?
I’ve never heard of such magecraft that can cover all of Fuyuki?”
Tohsaka Rin stood beside him, the gem in her palm faintly glowing, her voice filled with shock and inquiry: “It’s incredible.
I can’t detect its energy source at all.
It completely defies the common sense of magecraft.”
Matou Sakura hid under the veranda, looking at the light screen with timid eyes, yet also with a hint of curiosity.
She whispered, “Such bright light…
will it bring danger?”
Shinji Matou, on the other hand, was full of annoyance, yet also a hint of greed: “What the hell is this?
Don’t tell me it’s some useless thing that will interfere with the Holy Grail War.
But if there’s any benefit, it definitely has to be mine.”
Saber Artoria stood in the Emiya Residence courtyard, stating solemnly, “This power contains no malice, yet it is extraordinarily potent.
It has countless connections to the Throne of Heroes.
We must treat it with caution.”
On the other side, Red A leaned against a wall, his red eyes scanning the light screen.
His tone was calm but held a deeper meaning: “What a troublesome turn of events.
I hope it doesn’t just add unnecessary complications.”
Inside the New Chaldea control room, alarms blared continuously, and all monitoring panels had gone offline, throwing the staff into a panic.
Director Gordolf Musik pounded on the control console, shouting, “Immediately identify the source of the light screen!
Mobilize all available resources!
Even if we have to forcibly analyze it, find a clue!”
The operator, sweating profusely, replied, “Director!
It’s impossible!
All instruments are completely paralyzed.
This light screen seems to exist outside the world’s rules; we can’t capture any fluctuations at all!”
Little Da Vinci pushed up her glasses, her expression extremely grave: “It’s terrifying.
This kind of power has surpassed our understanding of magecraft and Heroic Spirit abilities.
The Storm Border’s defenses are like nothing before it.”
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the light screen on the dome, a little surprised, and said in a relaxed tone, “Hmm, it seems quite interesting.”
Having experienced countless Singularities and the Seven Lostbelt, he wasn’t overly worried.
Instead, he felt a little like finding some fun to relieve the stress of his journey.
Mash gripped her shield tightly, her clear eyes filled with bewilderment and worry.
She whispered, “Master, this light screen appeared so suddenly, it’s too mysterious.
Will it have any adverse effects on us and Chaldea?”
Miss Avalon, shaking her magic wand beside them, had a playful smile on her face and said in a relaxed tone, “Oh my, how interesting, how interesting.
Such a grand spectacle, it’s the first time I’ve seen something like this.
It seems some excitement is about to begin.”
Other Heroic Spirits and Masters scattered across various locations also reacted differently.
Inside the Clock Tower, Lord El-Melloi II frowned deeply at the light screen, analyzing in a deep voice, “Such an anomaly is by no means accidental.
Could it be…?” His disciples discussed animatedly, filled with shock.
In the Holy Church, the priests held their Holy Texts, their expressions solemn.
One priest said in a deep voice, “Neither holy power nor magical energy, yet possessing such might.
We must monitor it closely and strictly guard against heretical movements.”
Just as the entire nasuverse was divided and debating endlessly, the light screen above the void finally showed movement.
On the originally pure white screen, a line of gilded characters slowly emerged.
The script was grand and vigorous, piercing through time and space, clearly imprinted in the eyes of every observer, instantly silencing all the world’s clamor:
“Inventory of the nasuverse: Those MasterLoves of the Highest Purity”
These mere dozen characters, like a clap of thunder, instantly ignited the entire nasuverse.
Emiya Kiritsugu’s pupils constricted, his voice filled with disbelief: “Master Love?
Who loves their Master?
Servants?
Someone actually dares to so directly put the emotions between Masters and Servants on display for inventory!?”
Artoria paused slightly, seemingly unfamiliar with the term, and softly said, “Master and Servant are bound by a contract.
Can this so-called Love actually be inventoried?”
Kayneth’s expression was grave, his tone tinged with disdain: “Absurd!
Servants are merely tools for a Master to achieve their goals.
To speak of Love is to completely reverse priorities.”
Gilgamesh scoffed, his golden eyes narrowing slightly: “This King wants to see which ant-like existences are even worthy of discussing this so-called pure bond.”
Emiya Shirou was utterly bewildered, subconsciously saying, “Love between Master and Servant…?
Does such a thing really exist?”
Tohsaka Rin was also filled with shock, then she pouted, but couldn’t hide her curiosity: “Although it sounds ridiculous, if it’s true, I’d like to know who makes the list.”
Red A’s eyes flickered, his tone calm but with a hint of deeper meaning: “Emotions beyond the contract?
It’s somewhat possible, but such purity may not be easily obtained.”
Saber Artoria’s eyes subtly shifted, a strange feeling passing through her heart.
She murmured softly, “A bond of the highest purity…
what kind of sight would that be?”
Inside Chaldea, Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn’t stay calm.
Images of fighting alongside Servants through Singularities and Lostbelt, sharing life and death, flashed through his mind.
He speculated, “Inventorying Master Love…
could it be about me?
Am I the entertainment?”
Mash’s eyes brightened slightly, a hint of anticipation on her face: “If that’s the case, there must be many Servants with very deep bonds with Master who will be chosen.” But her tone held a subtle hint of jealousy.
Miss Avalon chuckled softly, her tone carrying a hint of understanding: “Well, well, it seems this excitement is about the connection of hearts.
It’s much more interesting than mere fighting and killing.”
Gordolf Musik paused, then his expression became calm: “Emmm, it seems it doesn’t concern me.
But what exactly does this light screen intend to do?
Regardless, all New Chaldea personnel, remain vigilant!”
Inside the Clock Tower, Lord El-Melloi II abruptly stood up, his voice filled with shock: “To dare to inventory such secrets in this manner, the existence behind this possesses unfathomable power!
The ‘highest purity’ must refer to an emotional connection utterly pure, devoid of contract or magical energy.”
The priests of the Holy Church had varied expressions.
One priest sternly rebuked, “Absurd!
A Master having feelings for a familiar?
Such transgressive emotions are simply unnatural!”
The gilded text on the light screen paused briefly, then slowly faded.
Immediately after, a new line of text strikingly appeared, instantly locking the gaze of the entire world and announcing the official commencement of the inventory:
“First on the List — Jeanne d’Arc Alter”
The moment these words clearly appeared, the entire nasuverse erupted in an uproar once more.
Tohsaka Rin was somewhat puzzled: “Jeanne d’Arc Alter?
Does that mean an inverted Jeanne?
What would the Saintess be like if she were inverted?”
Emiya Shirou was completely bewildered: “Jeanne d’Arc Alter?
I’ve never heard of this Heroic Spirit.
What kind of existence is she?”
Red A’s eyes narrowed slightly, his tone carrying a hint of understanding: “An Inverted Heroic Spirit is usually born from negative emotions, filled with resentment and malice.
Could such an existence possess Master Love of the highest purity?”
Inside Chaldea, Fujimaru Ritsuka’s mind instantly flashed with the image of that figure in dark black attire, full of defiance yet hiding tenderness, his face filled with understanding: “It’s Alter?
Then it must be me, right?”
Mash nodded gently, a look of realization and emotion on her face: “Miss Jeanne d’Arc Alter, I didn’t expect her to be the first one on the list.”
Miss Avalon smiled and shook her head: “The world knows her resentment, but doesn’t understand her deep affection.
She truly deserves to be on the list.”
Gilgamesh raised a golden eyebrow, his tone carrying a hint of surprise: “Oh?
The inverted Saintess, how truly unexpected.
This King wants to see what her so-called pure love truly looks like.”
Artoria’s eyes also subtly shifted.
Her heart was filled with complexity regarding this inverted existence of the Saintess.
She softly said, “Can a Heroic Spirit entangled with resentment also possess such a pure bond?”
On the light screen, gilded characters slowly unfurled, and as the light and shadow gradually solidified, the name and annotation of the listed individual were clearly presented.
Dark black robes vaguely emerged in the light screen, with fine black flames slowly swirling.
That figure, feared by the world yet pouring out tenderness only for her Master, was slowly revealing her true form.