Typemoon: Starting Out as the Lion King's Personal Knight

The city was ablaze, roaring flames erupting from a curse.

These were no ordinary flames—they were the flames of a curse, flames of vengeance, born of absolute malice, spreading like waves crashing upon the shore.

Burning the world, annihilating everything.

This apocalyptic scene is reflected in the eyes of Artoria, Ritsuka Fujimaru, and the others. Even as a mere visual spectacle, it was enough to make their hearts race.

To avoid being engulfed by the cursed black mud, Artoria decisively led everyone out of the underground cavern, heading straight toward a high vantage point—Ryuudou Temple.

As a result, after climbing the mountain path leading to Ryuudou Temple, they successfully avoided the waves of corruption and witnessed the apocalyptic sight from afar.

Ritsuka Fujimaru, who had experienced Singularity F, had seen the sight of Fuyuki in flames before. But this time, an additional element—curses—made the scene even more grotesque.

The fire seemed to be the least of their worries. Why—?

"Why is there another hole over there?"

Ritsuka Fujimaru stared intently at the distant edge of Fuyuki City. Far at the horizon, beyond the reach of the cursed waves pouring out of the underground cavern, a hole had appeared in the void, spewing endless black mud.

It was the same as the hole created by the Greater Grail in the underground cavern.

"Could it be the Lesser Grail created by Alaric?"

Lord El-Melloi II, observing the inferno engulfing Fuyuki, spoke with a deep gaze. Most of the Fuyuki city area was now covered by Alaric's bounded field to repel humans, so the fire hadn't affected many people yet.

But if the curse's spread wasn't stopped, it would inevitably lead to large-scale casualties.

Hearing El-Melloi II's hypothesis, Artoria froze for a moment.

Was it because she had let the Lesser Grail escape that the disaster had grown worse?

Before Artoria could dwell on it, El-Melloi II spoke again: "Using overwhelming firepower to obliterate the entire mountain range in one strike—can your Excalibur do that now?"

El-Melloi II's gaze fell on the two remaining participants in this Holy Grail War. Among the Servants present, no one wielded firepower greater than Artoria in her current state.

Of course, there was one other possibility.

But El-Melloi II ruled that option out—not because the individual in question might not join, but because the destruction they could unleash would be immeasurable.

Frankly, Alaric's stance was too unpredictable.

Based on Ritsuka Fujimaru's testimony, and this strange divergence from his memories of the Fourth Holy Grail War, El-Melloi II could confirm that the Knight Alaric here was the same as the one recorded in Chaldea.

However, based on previous encounters, Alaric only cooperated with Chaldea when their goals aligned. Otherwise, he was an adversary.

Although Alaric wouldn't outright kill Chaldea's operatives, his help couldn't be counted on.

Now, pursuing the Third Magic, Alaric had even gone so far as to release a monstrous entity like Angra Mainyu.

Excluding Alaric from their plans, the goal became clear.

After Ritsuka Fujimaru and the others evacuated the mountain, Artoria would unleash her unparalleled firepower—Excalibur—to obliterate the mountain range, including Ryuudou Temple and the Greater Grail system in the underground cavern.

It was entirely feasible.

Artoria's mana was abundant, and the power of her Excalibur was terrifying enough to destroy several kilometers.

With his experience dismantling the Greater Grail, El-Melloi II was confident that such firepower would destroy the Greater Grail and seal the opened hole.

The cost, however, would be immense—the destruction of Fuyuki's geography and ley lines, leaving scars that would take centuries to heal.

But this was the final option.

The underground cavern was already covered in cursed black mud. Artoria couldn't approach it any longer.

As a Servant, especially one tied to Fuyuki's Holy Grail system, Artoria couldn't resist the corruption of the black mud. If she came into contact with it, she would be completely consumed, falling into corruption and inversion.

As one of their few remaining combatants, El-Melloi II couldn't let Artoria take such a risk.

When El-Melloi II explained his plan, Artoria frowned deeply. After a moment of hesitation, she responded, "It's entirely possible."

As the King of Knights, she couldn't allow such a disaster to continue spreading. Regardless of whether Alaric could purify the Grail, achieving her wish at such a cost was unacceptable.

At that moment—

"...Saber?"

A familiar voice called out from behind, interrupting Artoria's thoughts.

"Irisviel?"

Recognizing the voice, Artoria turned around. Ritsuka Fujimaru, along with Waver, Kayneth, and others, also saw a pure white figure descending the stairs—Irisviel von Einzbern.

Unlike Justeaze, whom they had encountered in the underground cavern, this was her modern counterpart—the artificial saint of the Einzbern family, Irisviel.

Beside her was a young man in a black coat, a burnt-out cigarette in his mouth. His calm gaze swept across the group below as he said, "Saber, is the Grail unusable now?"

Having failed to infiltrate the underground cavern, Kiritsugu Emiya had been attempting to dismantle Alaric's barrier to eliminate the greatest threat.

But Kiritsugu had overestimated himself. He hadn't even been able to enter Ryuudou Temple, let alone destroy the barrier.

He had also failed to prepare explosives for destroying the temple before this catastrophe unfolded.

"The Grail is corrupted. It cannot be used."

Before Artoria could explain, El-Melloi II interjected, quickly summarizing the current dangers for Kiritsugu.

Kiritsugu struggled to accept this reality, but the burning city of Fuyuki was a disaster that couldn't be ignored.

After witnessing the apocalyptic scene, Kiritsugu, who wanted to save others, was forced to make a decision.

With a hand raised, the crimson markings of the Command Seals on his hand glowed faintly: "Saber, I command you with a Command Seal—destroy the bounded field, then sink Ryuudou Temple and destroy the Grail."

This wasn't the first time Kiritsugu had decided this, and he didn't hesitate.

Even if it meant abandoning his dream.

Kiritsugu believed this was the right thing to do—as long as the number of lives saved exceeded the sacrifices made, it was worth it.

There were no other options.

Receiving her Master's order, Artoria's gaze became resolute. Without delay, she dashed past Kiritsugu and Irisviel, heading toward the top of Ryuudou Temple!

"We'll head to the city to deal with the situation there."

Watching Artoria leave, Ritsuka Fujimaru turned back, decisively saying, "We can't let the situation in the city continue unchecked."

"The Lesser Grail is just a subsystem of the Greater Grail. Once the Greater Grail is destroyed, the Lesser Grail will lose all functionality."

El-Melloi II glanced toward the distant abyss. "But it's true—we need to deal with it."

"But how are we supposed to get there?"

Waver, who had remained silent until now, couldn't help but ask, "Isn't the entire area below covered in black mud? There's no path to walk on. We might as well wait for Saber to destroy the Greater Grail and end this."

"I'll figure it out. Sola is still in the city."

With a displeased expression, Kayneth narrowed his eyes as he glanced at El-Melloi II and Ritsuka Fujimaru. Having observed everything so far, he had a good grasp of the situation.

But ultimately, it came down to one conclusion—there was no longer any possibility of defeating Alaric.

The unexpected events surrounding the Greater Grail have tied everyone's goals together. In the face of this calamity, just how many will survive?

 Kayneth was confident that his and Sola's names would undoubtedly be among them.

While Kayneth was pondering how to avoid the black mud and leave the area around Ryuudou Temple—

Tap, tap.

The Knight King transformed into a gust of wind and stormed into Ryuudou Temple with an unstoppable presence.

The magical barrier that had troubled Kiritsugu Emiya and Irisviel was utterly ineffective against Artoria. Her top-tier magic resistance ensured that only grand-level magecraft could affect her.

As soon as she entered the grounds of Ryuudou Temple, Artoria noticed Merlin sitting before the temple, along with the Holy Lance embedded in the ground and the figure of Little Red Riding Hood.

Runes and magical patterns radiated from the Holy Lance, spreading outward in all directions.

These patterns extended along the ley lines and Justeaze's magic circuits, spreading to the outside world. During the activation process, they emitted a faint glow.

Beside him, Little Red Riding Hood continuously supplied mana, though her face now seemed somewhat pale.

It wasn't clear what was causing her physical discomfort.

"Merlin, so you are here."

Without stopping her steps, Artoria decisively moved toward Rhongomyniad, the Holy Lance.

Even though she was currently summoned under the Saber class, it did not negate her identity as Artoria Pendragon, the rightful owner of the Holy Lance.

As long as the thirteen restraints of the Round Table that shaped Rhongomyniad remained in place, she would always hold the highest authority over it.

As for Merlin—

Artoria believed that at the very least, Merlin wouldn't lose focus when it came to such matters.

Even if Merlin had answered Alaric's summons as a Servant out of his wishes, upon seeing that Grail, he would surely abandon such thoughts.

Having spent decades alongside Merlin, Artoria made this judgment, ignoring Little Red Riding Hood nearby as she reached for Rhongomyniad.

"Don't move, Altria."

Merlin, without stopping Artoria, spoke with a cheerful smile:

 "The Holy Lance is the thing stabilizing that light band. Why don't you guess what will happen if you pull it out?"

"Out of control—"

Artoria's hand froze just as it was about to touch the Holy Lance. She said slowly, "Not just out of control, but might it even affect the ground below?"

"Correct, but no prize for you."

Merlin continued in his usual tone, using the same words he had to dismiss previous guests:

 "So you see, all of your efforts are meaningless. Once the light band rises, it can no longer be destroyed. Your actions will only speed up the destruction of Fuyuki. Only by allowing Brother Alaric to fully activate it can the light band disappear."

"Merlin, by now, you should explain everything."

Artoria, unwilling to back down, fixed her gaze on her confidant and said:

 "The Grail is already beyond salvation. Even if you want to make a wish, it's impossible now. Are you seriously expecting Sir Alaric to purify the Grail?"

"Oh dear, oh dear, Brother Merlin is feeling hurt."

Merlin smiled and spread his hands:

 "I didn't come here for a wish. I'm just trying to prevent an even greater disaster."

As the final hour approached, Merlin seemed to have nothing left to hide from Artoria.

When this war ended, Artoria, upon the termination of her summoning, would not find salvation. Instead, she would continue her journey in search of the Holy Grail.

Her wish would remain unfulfilled. Only when she—when Artoria herself—gave up her long-cherished wish would she be able to escape from the Counter Force, from the eternal hell of her own making.

Only on the day Artoria chose to save herself would she finally enter Avalon and attain true rest.

Merlin understood this all too well, but he would not interfere.

Since that day, since he had confined himself to the tower, he had resolved to be a mere observer, accompanying the planet as it moved forward.

Unless necessary, he would not intervene.

Though he had observed the World a few times in the past, this time, Merlin was acting according to his inner will and his principles.

Even if he hadn't done anything significant in the three days he'd been in the modern world, Merlin still felt he had played an important role.

"An even greater disaster? What other hidden dangers remain here?!"

Determined to resolve this catastrophe, Artoria's gaze sharpened as she immediately demanded:

 "Merlin, make yourself clear, or I'll take action!"

When dealing with Merlin, it seemed pure force was the best approach!

"Well, you've been seeing it all along."

Merlin raised his hands in a helpless gesture, his previously playful demeanor fading into one of calm seriousness. His gaze lowered slightly as he said in a quiet tone:

 "It's the exception, created by the lion king, born across generations, and outside Britain's protection."

"Though it cannot fully represent his existence, he can be considered a partial manifestation. But you may call him, Red Dragon, the ultimate being at Britain's pinnacle, the Last Dragon."

Before his words finished, Artoria's expression shifted to one of shock and tension.

...

The Dragon awakened.

It was not a physical manifestation, but a shift in will.

The invisible pressure of the dragon's presence exceeded that of any sound, instantly enveloping the entire Fuyuki City.

The Dragon was a being that surpassed most Phantasmal Species, a materialization of absolute mystery—its very existence symbolized the power of the unknown.

Gurgle, gurgle.

Amidst the cursed mud, as someone moved, the once-turbulent black tide parted, carving out an absolute domain.

Stripped of all his clothing by the cursed mud, leaving his entire body exposed to its malice, the individual's robust physique showed no signs of change.

Faced with the embodiment of humanity's malice, neither his pure will nor his flesh wavered in the slightest.

The weight of his soul allowed him to ignore even such invasive power.

His body, perfected by nature, had long since been completed. At this moment, it was evolving toward an even more ideal state—a being known as the Perfect Human.

But this did not mean the black tide hadn't brought change. The overwhelming curse caused a tilt in his mental state.

The Dragon side of his nature gained greater weight, though the transformation was still subtle.

With his white hair flowing, Alaric moved expressionlessly through the cursed mud. As he advanced, the purified domain constructed by mana moved with him.

Mana was being devoured.

Earlier, while still wrapped in the black mud, Alaric could sense it rapidly consuming his mana at an alarming rate, even attempting to use him as a medium to reverse-corrupt Little Red Riding Hood, who was supplying the majority of the mana.

The black mud's extremely high magical erosion properties ensured that anything constructed of mana—whether weapons or defenses—would be quickly consumed.

Only by continuously maintaining high levels of mana release could a temporary vacuum environment be created to resist the mud's erosion.

Tap, tap.

As time passed, Alaric once again approached the Greater Grail.

Due to Justeaze's death, the surging black mud had emerged, causing the devil's shadow that had been gestating within the Greater Grail to vanish.

'It has emerged—'

Alaric's expression froze as he stared at the Greater Grail, which now seemed to have hatched.

Though it had undergone what appeared to be a birth-like transformation, Alaric could sense that the contents inside the Grail remained largely unchanged. Evil still lurked within.

The Evil that was supposed to be born remained within, never descending into the world, as if missing some critical medium.

If Evil had not been born, then who was the demon that emerged from the womb of the Grail?

Alaric couldn't be certain.

His ever-sharp senses had not detected any other presence. Even covered in black mud, Alaric could still sense the departure of Artoria and the others, yet he failed to notice the departure of the entity being born—All the World's Evils – Angra Mainyu.

Yes, apart from All the World's Evils – Angra Mainyu, Alaric could think of no other possibility for what had been birthed.

He gazed at the Greater Grail before him, as well as the endless torrent of curses pouring out from the void.

Alaric knew all too well that if he destroyed the Greater Grail with his own hands, this calamity could be suppressed to the greatest extent possible.

The killing speed of All the World's Evils was extremely slow. Without the cursed black mud, Angra Mainyu would not be able to claim enough lives in a single day to make an impact.

But destroying the Greater Grail would also mean abandoning his goal. Four years of persistence would be rendered meaningless.

Yet, if he did not end everything now, he would be allowing Angra Mainyu to act freely, leading to unnecessary casualties.

This was a choice. If Emiya Kiritsugu were here, there would not even be a moment of hesitation in making it.

As for Alaric—

His answer had never wavered.

Covered in the cursed black mud, Alaric had already realized that his obsession had been unnecessary.

If there was no other way, then he might as well accept it all and believe in himself.

Taking a deep breath, Alaric raised his hand as if it were a blade.

In an instant, he eradicated all the black mud pouring out of the Greater Grail. The curse-laden waves, stretching for hundreds of meters, vanished in an instant. The sea of flames subsided, as though the apocalypse had passed.

And yet, the functioning system of the Greater Grail had not been destroyed!

 Even though all the black mud that had emerged was annihilated, new torrents of cursed mud continued to pour out of the void, threatening to once again flood the underground cavern!

And faster than the cursed waves, several times faster, came an even darker aurora of the heavens!

Boom!

Ignoring all obstacles in its path, the pitch-black aurora burst out of the underground cavern in a straight trajectory, shattering the mountains it encountered and shooting into the night sky.

The aurora suspended in the heavens appeared almost as if it were a mere decoration. Compared to the light band that covered Fuyuki and extended even further, this streak of aurora seemed impossibly thin as if it were the sole focus of heaven and earth at that moment.

Alaric also noticed the hole opening in Fuyuki City. Though smaller in scale compared to the one created by the Greater Grail, it too poured forth endless cursed mud.

The area visible to Alaric's eyes stretched for hundreds of meters—a raging inferno—

Buzz.

A Gate of Judgment formed beside him in an instant. The weapons it projected pierced into the black tide of curses, accurately striking death itself.

After extinguishing this sea of cursed mud, Alaric no longer paid it any mind. Even though the opening of this hole, as well as the cursed mud it poured forth, was caused by the nameless girl who had separated from him, he had no extra energy to care.

Even though traces of Red Riding Hood had appeared by the nameless girl's side—

"She took half of what was with Kayneth, using it to open the hole—"

Noticing Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others heading in the direction of the nameless girl, Alaric shifted his focus back to other areas.

Alaric could not locate Angra Mainyu, who had escaped the underground cavern. That much was certain.

Even though he did not know how it had evaded his senses, no matter how many times Alaric scanned all of Fuyuki in that instant, he could not detect any unusual magical reactions.

Even including Merlin and the five Servants, Alaric could perceive them all as clearly as if through transparent glass.

There were three Servants by Fujimaru Ritsuka's side, one of which seemed to be a Shadow Servant from an unfamiliar magical reaction. And then there was—

"The fifth Servant—"

Alaric gazed down at the figure on Fuyuki Bridge. Draped in a crimson shroud of holy relics with black inner lining, his muscular frame rivaled Alaric's.

His slicked-back white hair exuded sharpness and discipline.

His piercing eyes met Alaric's gaze directly.

That was a figure Alaric knew all too well—Guardian – Emiya, a Heroic Spirit Fujimaru Ritsuka had summoned multiple times.

Emiya, who originally could not have become a hero, had signed a contract with the Counter Force, receiving its support to become a Heroic Spirit. However, in exchange, he became a Guardian after death, bound to the Counter Force forever.

The presence of Emiya was secondary.

Alaric, who had only sensed Emiya's magical reaction before, now truly observed him for the first time. What he saw on Fuyuki Bridge was—a pitch-black figure.

It was pure black in the truest sense of the word—not the kind of black light formed from collapsed information overload, as with Alaric, but something that, from any angle, was simply black.

Nothing else.

Boom!

 A gale erupted as a streak of light fell from the heavens, crossing an immense distance to arrive on Fuyuki Bridge with overwhelming dominance.

The fierce winds it carried reversed the flow of the river, sending surging waves rolling into the distance.

Tap, tap.

Clad in clothes constructed from magical energy, Alaric stood before the shadowy figure. On the bridge's summit, Guardian Emiya held a black longbow, its spiral arrow nocked and ready.

Paying no mind to Emiya, Alaric's expression remained indifferent as he stared at the shadowy figure before him.

From its build, it could barely be discerned that it resembled a young man. Beyond that, Alaric could only see a pair of eyes.

"You're Angra Mainyu, aren't you?"

His jewel-like eyes locked onto the shadow before him. Despite its vastly different form compared to the demonic shape it had taken during its birth and the complete absence of any magical reaction from it—so much so that Alaric could not sense the extent of its power—the truth was unavoidable.

From the most direct impression, this entity did not resemble a Beast, nor did it seem complete.

Was the Evil of Humanity \ Beast's reaction obscured by that shadow?

 Or had something gone wrong in the process?

 Squinting slightly, Alaric pondered, questioning whether the entity standing before him was truly Angra Mainyu.

"Hahaha, you've got some sharp eyes!"

Angra Mainyu, in his initial form as a young man, laughed heartily, clutching his stomach. "I didn't expect this—you managed to crawl out of that curse.

You're just as tough as that stiff guy, totally indigestible."

"You did devour Gilgamesh, huh."

Alaric's expression remained unchanged. He had already suspected this when he fully extended his senses and failed to find any trace of Gilgamesh's magical reaction in Fuyuki.

The King of Heroes had no reason to hide his magical presence.

It seemed the King of Heroes had been devoured by this entity.

Alaric felt only slight regret over Gilgamesh's fall. He had hoped to wrest control of the Gate of Babylon for himself at least once.

Without dwelling on the King of Heroes, Alaric continued, "Do you have any last words?"

Toward Angra Mainyu, Alaric harbored only one intention: to kill.

"Hahaha, you're just going to kill me like that?"

Angra Mainyu continued to laugh, as if completely unconcerned by Alaric's threat, as if his opponent had no chance of defeating him.

Clang.

The holy sword was drawn, and the shimmering blade of Gram reflected the shadow of the pitch-black figure.

Alaric didn't kill Angra Mainyu outright but instead fixated on the lines of death gradually spreading across Angra Mainyu's body.

What would happen if Angra Mainyu were killed like this? Even now, Alaric couldn't be sure.

Thus, he had to act only when he was certain.

But Angra Mainyu wouldn't give Alaric any more time—

"Goodbye~~"

Under Alaric's watchful gaze, Angra Mainyu vanished into the shadows.

Unable to locate Angra Mainyu's death line and wary of repeating his previous mistakes, Alaric did not stop Angra Mainyu from leaving.

The Guardian, Emiya, didn't intervene either. He merely watched coldly, only leaping down from above after Angra Mainyu had disappeared.

Tap, tap.

Emiya, having sheathed his weapon, gazed at the figure before him. His deep voice broke the silence: "How do you plan to end this?"

"Kill Angra Mainyu and obtain the Third Magic."

That was Alaric's response. "I will kill him."

"Hmph, and when he merges with the thing you've created and completes the apotheosis into the Beast of Humanity, it will become a disaster capable of affecting half the planet."

Emiya's face didn't change, but there was a faint trace of mockery as if ridiculing Alaric's naïveté. "You're willing to create such a thing just for the sake of your wish?"

"The apotheosis of the Beast of Humanity, the fusion of Angra Mainyu, who was incarnated from the Holy Grail, with the Lesser Grail—it will, as expected, give birth to a Beast."

Alaric's expression remained calm. "But Angra Mainyu was meant to be a necessary evil. Does he even fall within the scope of the Seven Evils of Humanity?"

"He is one of the specialized Evils of Humanity, created solely to curse and kill mankind."

The Guardian, Emiya, who had spoken with Merlin, didn't withhold much from Alaric. "As you said, Angra Mainyu was originally just a necessary evil. However, the Angra Mainyu that has been incarnated through the Holy Grail now falls within the scope of the Evils of Humanity.

Simply put, he's the Evil of Vengeance. If he merges with the Lesser Grail you've created, the probability of him becoming a Beast is very high.

In other words, it's only when Angra Mainyu and the Lesser Grail merge that the life inside the Holy Grail can be truly born.

At that point, you'll achieve your objective."

"Of course, when that moment comes, are you truly capable of wrapping things up?

The one truly born from the Holy Grail will be the primordial demon god of Zoroastrian dualism, representing absolute evil—Angra Mainyu, not the young man you see."

"The primordial demon god, huh."

Alaric scratched his chin, then smiled. "Do you think I've never defeated a real god before?

Although I'm not exactly confident about facing the evil demon god, from my perspective, as long as no Grand Servants have descended, the situation is still within my ability to handle. Besides, I trust Miss Fujimaru."

The primordial demon god, Angra Mainyu—

Indeed, when Alaric first heard this possibility from Emiya, he was a little surprised and concerned.

If a divine-level existence were to appear in Fuyuki, it seemed he would have no choice but to activate the Light Band and attempt to annihilate it.

Ending the conversation with Emiya, Alaric stepped forward on his final journey.

Although Angra Mainyu had disappeared from Alaric's senses, Emiya had already pointed out the critical factor.

Watching as Alaric transformed into a streak of light and shot straight into the skies over Fuyuki, Emiya also began to act.

Would disaster strike?

It was possible. Otherwise, the Counter Force would not have dispatched him as a Guardian.

But it was only a possibility.

As long as—

Emiya lifted his head, gazing at the radiant band of light suspended in the heavens. As long as that thing existed, Alaric held the ultimate power to decide the outcome.

Angra Mainyu could not truly manifest, no matter how steep the cost.

With firepower dozens of times greater than Excalibur's Sword of Promised Victory, even the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, couldn't compare at maximum output.

But this wasn't enough to make Emiya stop.

As Emiya began his movements, Alaric also arrived near the nameless girl.

The surrounding city was nothing but scorched earth, the flames of vengeance from the tides of curses devouring everything until it all crumbled away.

Skyscrapers collapsed, and the ground melted.

Curses and disasters born of humanity bared their fangs at the world.

As Alaric approached, the tides of curses around the nameless girl were once again destroyed, exposing her bare body—and the remnants of Little Red Riding Hood—to Alaric.

Yes, the remnants of Little Red Riding Hood.

These were the remains of Little Red Riding Hood once owned by Kayneth. After encountering the nameless girl, it had been devoured by her shadows due to her magical power, until its source of energy had been completely absorbed.

Although the nameless girl's original store of magical energy had been drained by the ritual activated by Zouken Matou, hastening Angra Mainyu's awakening—

With the acquisition of new magical energy, she still managed to open the Hole.

The nameless girl, who was already deeply connected to Angra Mainyu, underwent a new transformation due to his incarnation.

In her eyes now shone the light of intellect.

No matter her current state, in Alaric's eyes, it was all the same.

"Activate the Holy Grail to fulfill my wish."

Alaric gazed at the nameless girl and spoke slowly: "Even if the Holy Grail is now tainted, I will still achieve the Third Magic."