Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice II

Chapter 338

High above in the sky, the King of Conquerors rode the Gordius Wheel, leaving a trail of thunderous devastation in its wake.

Perched atop the golden boat Vimana, the King of Heroes commanded the scene, as space shimmered with countless golden ripples. Like a torrential downpour, a multitude of swords cascaded from the sky, descending upon the earth.

Meanwhile, aboard the same majestic Vimana, Gray brandished her sword, launching a fierce assault against the King of Heroes.

Projectiles hurtled through the air, homing in on her.

Undeterred, Gray deftly swung her sword, skillfully parrying each and every blade that rained down upon her.

Shirou furrowed his brow, his gaze filled with contemplation.

The Holy Grail...

Lancer, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne; Assassin, Hassan of the Hundred Faces; Berserker, Spartacus; Archer, Gilgamesh; Rider, Iskandar... It felt as if the Fourth Holy Grail War had descended upon this castle.

If that's really the case, could there also be Artoria as Saber, and him as Caster?

...

Waver reached the room of Orlocke Caesarmund.

"Oh, young lord, amidst all this chaos, what brings you to me?" asked Orlocke.

"I'm here to reconfirm some information."

"Ah, I see. What information do you seek? Apart from matters concerning my family's magecraft, I have no secrets to keep. I'll disclose everything."

"You claimed with absolute certainty that Geryon Ashborn, the owner of this castle, does not possess the Holy Grail. Are you really sure about that?"

Orlocke scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Well, I was pretty certain at first, but now that the young lord is asking, I'm starting to have some doubts. But let me tell you this: even if Geryon Ashborn does have the Holy Grail, he'd never let anyone know. Not even in his death. He'd take that secret with him to the grave."

Waver's eyes narrowed as he considered the information. After a brief pause, he looked back at Caesarmund with a furrowed brow. "Hmm, I see. But if Geryon Ashborn doesn't possess the Holy Grail, then why would he invite you to research Butterfly Magecraft?"

Caesarmund leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh. "Well, you see, Geryon went through a tragic loss when his child passed away early on. Ever since then, he's been desperate to find a way to have another heir. But considering his frail body, it's unlikely he can endure the process. That's likely why he came to me, seeking my expertise in Butterfly Magecraft. Putting all the pieces together, my guess is that he's aiming for resurrection."

Waver furrowed his brows, "But why did you agree to conduct research on Butterfly Magecraft? You know that it's your family's magecraft, and from a magus' standpoint, it's considered taboo to share and explore family secrets with outsiders."

Orlocke shrugged, a wry smile appearing on his face. "Well, young lord, that's a question you should be asking your former head of department."

Waver's eyes widened in surprise. "My previous head of department? What does he have to do with all this?"

The Modern Magecraft Theory department was established with the purpose of bringing together magecraft advancements from the past century in a more accessible and user-friendly form. It was a space where magi could freely discuss and evaluate various forms of magecraft, even sharing images and other media.

Unlike traditional departments, it didn't require the support or recognition of Lords. It was truly a field tailored to the new generation and aligned with modern society.