Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 93 - : I Grant You Recognition

At best, it is nothing more than a clumsy imitation of the Third Magic.

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And yet, they went through such great lengths.

They needed such a grand ritual to achieve the Third Magic.

When Acht faced Moran, the Grand Master, the first emotion that arose in his heart was immense shame.

To demonstrate the Third Magic to the Einzbern family.

Although Moran was revered by Acht as the Grand Master of the workshop, strictly speaking, he was more like an heir.

The original holder of the Third Magic had disappeared.

Moran was merely the one who, by combining the research left behind by him and his apprentices, ultimately recreated the Third Magic—the materialization of the soul.

He was more like the top apprentice among the many students.

But to Acht, this was not important.

What was important was that Moran possessed the Third Magic.

"Clumsy? I don't think so."

"Family head...?"

Acht showed a puzzled expression.

He felt that the Holy Grail War and Moran were incomparable.

The former required a great deal of effort and time to prepare a barely reliable ritual.

The latter could wield magic with just one person.

To Acht, an artificial intelligence, the Holy Grail War was an extremely inefficient method.

If there were a more efficient means, he would never have chosen to hold this troublesome ritual.

Spending money, wasting time, and the scheming among participants.

There were simply too many variables.

"Although your initial goal was to recreate the Third Magic, in the process of holding the Holy Grail War, didn't you also achieve the so-called Heroic Spirit Summoning Ritual? This miracle, in my eyes, is no less impressive than magic."

"But the Heroic Spirit Summoning Ritual is not what we sought..."

"I know, it's just an additional product that came about when you combined other magecraft to recreate the Third Magic. I just want to say that this ritual seems very interesting to me, and for that, I grant you recognition. If you regard me as the family head, isn't this answer enough?"

Moran sat on the throne in the castle's main hall.

His voice echoed through the cold, empty castle.

Hearing these words, Acht.

Trembled slightly, then realized the deeper meaning.

"Yes! If it pleases you, family head, then the Einzbern family's pursuit over these thousands of years has not been meaningless!"

Acht lowered his wrinkled forehead.

The humanity that had been gradually fading within him seemed to awaken.

As if the pursuit and efforts of a thousand years.

Were all for the sake of earning this one word of acknowledgment from the master. As an automated tool, this was undoubtedly the highest honor.

"Haha, raise your head.

I'm not used to being thanked so tearfully by an old man. Don't look at how old my soul is, my mindset is still quite young."

Moran did not always carry himself with the demeanor of a king.

Only on necessary occasions would he do so.

As the heir of the Third Magic, expressing recognition to the Einzbern family was also a way for him to fulfill his responsibility to this workshop.

"If you are interested in the Holy Grail War, does that mean you intend to participate in the Holy Grail War located in Snowfield City?"

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it."

"In that case! Your will is everything to the Einzbern family! Everything we have will be at your disposal!"

Acht's heart was surging with emotion.

Just like when he was young and participated in the Third Holy Grail War.

Only this time, it was no longer about pursuing a long-cherished wish.

The Einzbern family simply wished to follow their master onto the battlefield, to become the sharpest blade in his hand.

Homunculi were tools created to be used.

Everything was simply returning to the beginning.

The tools longed to be given new commands by their master, and the master was sincerely pleased by the loyalty of the tools.

"Haha, then it's decided. This Holy Grail War, I will participate as a member of the Einzbern family."

"Yes! We will make the final preparations for this war!"

Acht's mood was now incredibly high.

Although he had previously concluded that the workshop should be shut down, it did not mean that the Einzbern family's wealth had truly run dry.

It was just that the current resources were insufficient to pursue the Third Magic.

This did not mean they were truly poor.

The Einzbern family's alchemy was renowned throughout the magecraft world, and their industry alone could generate a stable income.

Setting aside the pursuit of the Third Magic.

They were still one of the great families in the magecraft world.

"I have one question. Acht, why did you not express any stance on the Holy Grail War in Snowfield City before my arrival?"

Moran had not forgotten this.

Now that he had become the head of the Einzbern family, it was his responsibility to clarify these matters.

When this awkward question was brought up.

Acht's high spirits were doused like a bucket of cold water.

He seemed hesitant to speak.

"Family head, this is our shame, this is our mistake. To have committed such a disgrace, I deserve death."

"Before you apologize to me, explain the matter first."

"Yes, this is how it happened..."

Acht endured the shame and began to explain.

The Einzbern family had not planned to avoid the Holy Grail War.

But because the family's resources were nearly exhausted, Acht, as the head of the family, felt anxious and fearful.

They no longer had the strength to reclaim the Greater Grail from the hands of the Americans.

He could only admit this humiliation.

Fortunately, the other side did not choose to dismantle the Greater Grail, but instead chose to implant it into the foundation of Snowfield City.

This way, the Holy Grail War could continue.

Acht decided to bet the Einzbern family's last remaining resources, gathering the full strength of the family to participate in this war.

For this, a Lesser Grail was indispensable.

Drawing upon the wisdom of the Einzbern family over a thousand years, they created a homunculus named Philia von Einzbern.

The result was that this creation was too successful.

Philia's qualifications as a Lesser Grail far surpassed those of previous generations, reaching a height that even Acht had not anticipated.

"We can win, this Holy Grail War can be won."

"With a Lesser Grail of such qualifications participating in the Holy Grail War, it might even be possible to summon a Divine Spirit."

Acht had previously been so convinced.

It was essentially a desperate act of placing high hopes.

"So, where is Philia?"

Moran sensed the crux of the issue.

Since arriving at the Einzbern family's territory, he had been aware of everything within the castle.

If there was such a Lesser Grail.

His powerful perception would not have failed to detect it.

Therefore, there was only one possibility...