Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 536: Night of Heroic Spirit Summoning

"In my opinion, for several of these multiple organizations, the manifestation of the Holy Grail is not the goal... but merely one of the necessary stages.

Or the goal is not the Holy Grail, but possibly trying to make the Holy Grail War system permanent and mass-producible. The reason they provoke us or bring many magi to the town may also be to have them analyze the Holy Grail War."

McDonell is the monarch of the democratic faction.

He has an extraordinary vision.

In addition, since the current Mage’s Association is acting for Moran, he also has his own family’s network of intelligence.

McDonell’s view.

It is also one of the guesses made by the twelve lords of the Clock Tower.

"How is that possible... Outsiders actually want to analyze the miracle related to the Third Magic... Moreover, even though they hold the power of the system, they still do such a thing?" Langal said in surprise.

"For magi who aim to reach the Root as individuals, it is indeed impossible. However, it is also a fact that there are forces with different modes of thinking mixed among magi. Among them..."

McDonell paused halfway through his words, took a deep breath, and then spoke again: "Although we have no evidence yet, our King once said that in this war, there is a group of guys who want to degrade the Holy Grail War into a game or a joke."

"Huh? Th-this... That’s absurd...!?"

"Yes, it’s that absurd. Our King was even smiling when he said this..."

The two of them immediately showed bitter smiles.

This Holy Grail War is not just deep water, it is completely bottomless like the Garan no Dou.

Degrading the Holy Grail War into a game and a joke!

Only a madman would do such a thing!

"Speaking of which, the King should be arriving soon, right?"

"Yes, if I’m not mistaken, the King left Britain last night. Even if he took a plane, he should have arrived..."

McDonell glanced at the blue sky outside the window.

At this moment, it should still be night in Snowfield.

"Big things are happening... But, that’s good. Our Britain has been silent for too long... If we don’t move, we are quiet and silent, but if we do move, we must make a splash!"

Langal said with great emotion.

In his heart, he looked forward to returning to Snowfield and witnessing the heroic figure of their adored King.

Located in the vast canyon in northern Snowfield.

Near the mountain area where the red rock walls stretch endlessly, there is a cave.

"This is... a Command Seal?"

The man raised his right hand, looking at the bright red tattoo.

This conspicuous and dazzling pattern is proof of his status as a Master in the Holy Grail War, and his bargaining chip in this war.

The man is a magus.

To be precise, he is a magus from a declining family.

In order to prevent the prestigious family from heading towards the decline and demise of the Matou family, the man invested all his chips in the Holy Grail War, just to win victory and make the family prosper again.

When he first heard the rumors of the Holy Grail War, he dismissed them as mere rumors, laughing them off.

However, due to the great actions taken by Britain during this period, and the information disseminated by the Mage’s Association.

The magical world fell into a great upheaval.

The Third Magic! The Root! Wish fulfillment!

Even Britain, the miracle of the last Age of Gods, has taken action, which further illustrates the credibility of the Holy Grail War.

Even without these, it is definitely not ordinary.

This shock passed through many magi and reached the man’s ears.

To prove his resolve.

The man personally killed his wife and son.

Cutting off all his escape routes.

Although it is unpleasant to achieve success by using other people’s magical systems.

However, as long as he wins the Holy Grail War, he can improve his magus level and make the family prosper and avoid decline.

He might even be able to reach the Root.

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"I’m recognized, hahahahaha! I’m recognized by the Holy Grail War! I’ve become a Master!"

The man said as he turned his gaze to the cloth bag placed beside him.

He couldn’t help but smile.

Under the light of the oil lamp, the magus calmly picked up the cloth bag and carefully took out the items inside...

That was—a key.

However, if simply regarded as a key, it inexplicably made people feel apprehensive.

Because the decoration of the key was too complicated, and even had the length and weight equivalent to a survival knife.

Any gem that adorned the key, whether in terms of magecraft or money, was considered to have immense value.

If Moran were here.

He would probably be able to tell at a glance that this was one of the keys to the treasury he had once forged in Uruk.

Which family would only make one key when building a treasury?

Moran secretly made three or four spares.

However, most of them didn’t have the chance to be used, and many were left in Uruk and never recovered.

Then, after thousands of years.

The key was discovered by later generations in the ruins of the Middle East.

After several twists and turns, the key came into the man’s hands.

It is said that the treasure hall of the Golden Land is loaded with all things in the world.

This key must be used to open the door located deep within this ethereal legend.

The man is not interested in treasures.

However, presumably there are also magical treasures hidden in this pile of treasures. The part that predecessors can prove is only that the key is genuine. As a result, no one has been able to find the treasure house.

Although the key itself seems to still have units of magical power that have not been analyzed, it has nothing to do with him at the moment.

Now the key has become the medium for the man to summon a Heroic Spirit.

He doesn’t know what Heroic Spirit he can summon.

However, judging from the ancient mystery possessed by the key itself, the prize he draws must not be too bad.

"Close... Close... Repeat five times... Hereby declare...!"

The man raised his arm with the Command Seal and chanted.

The summoning formula in front of him surged with blue electric current, and the blood in his body ran like boiling.

The uttered summoning words were both a congratulatory message to himself and a curse to the scales of all things.

This scene of summoning a Heroic Spirit to descend.

Tonight, it is being staged simultaneously in various parts of Snowfield.

He is far from the only one doing this.

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