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"Who is that?" Illya was the first to notice the figure.

It wasn't a real person, but a phantom.

At first glance, her body seemed to be filled with points of light, much like the light particles that had scattered after the Greater Grail's collapse.

Or rather, the light particles from the Greater Grail's collapse had formed that figure.

That... woman.

Illya saw traces of her mother in the figure.

But she knew clearly that this was not her mother.

The clothes the figure wore were not something her mother would wear. She recognized the style.

"Heaven's Dress..."

The initial confusion now quietly faded. Illya understood who that phantom was.

But just because she knew didn't mean the others did.

Tohsaka Rin, Matou Sakura, and the others were puzzled. Only Li Mo and Medea, who had also studied the Einzbern family's records, knew who it was.

"Justeaze Lizrich von Einzbern," Li Mo introduced the phantom to Tohsaka Rin and the others.

The phantom was unmistakable—long white hair, delicate features, all traits that could be found in Illya.

The Winter Saint, she was the holder of the Third Magic, an emotionless homunculus, and also a homunculus who stood at the pinnacle of magecraft.

Her body, along with her Magic Circuits, had become the Holy Grail two hundred years ago. She had sacrificed her existence for the sake of a possibility.

The Einzbern, Matou, and Tohsaka families had come together for the sake of "good," pursuing the creation of the Greater Grail. However, since the Holy Grail War began, this magecraft ritual had become synonymous with bloodshed and battle.

A noble beginning, but a dark process.

It was tragic, but all too common.

Under the power of time, everything fades. Noble souls become corrupted under the influence of time.

"Why has she appeared now?"

Someone voiced the confusion.

A figure from two hundred years ago was standing there. What did her reappearance signify?

Was it for revenge?

Li Mo didn't think so.

The phantom-like Justeaze opened her eyes, revealing blood-red irises. Her curled body stretched out, and her magnificent clothes unfolded with it. A crowned angel was revealed before everyone.

She didn't seem human.

Li Mo saw no emotion in Justeaze's eyes.

She was like a delicate doll?

No, more like an immortal detached from worldly affairs. Not indifference, but a complete absence of human emotion.

Justeaze was more like a non-human entity.

Li Mo whispered, "Medea?"

"It's fine, Master. This is just a remnant."

A remnant...

Yes, just a remnant, right?

Li Mo looked at the holy Winter Saint. She stood there quietly, the light particles that composed her gradually dissipating, sealing her fate of vanishing.

Justeaze.

She vanished.

"What happened, Medea?"

"The remnants of the Third Magic. The great magics that surpass all magecraft are synonymous with mystery. They are miracles that humans cannot replicate."

—Magic is a miracle.

Because humans cannot decipher its principles, they cannot achieve the same.

The Greater Grail was originally a symbol of the Third Magic.

If the Greater Grail had not been corrupted, it could have materialized the souls of every person on Earth. In another timeline, when the Einzbern family summoned Amakusa Shirou Tokisada as their Servant in the Third Holy Grail War, that Japanese saint would embark on a path of salvation.

The mystery of the Third Magic had restored Justeaze's form from two hundred years ago, leaving behind a remnant that only now completely dissipated.

Watching Justeaze's figure vanish completely, Li Mo's furrowed brow relaxed.

This part wasn't in his records.

"Master."

"What is it?"

"I suggest you stay a few more days. After seeing Justeaze's existence, I feel I've made further progress in researching the Third Magic."

"We'll see."

Li Mo spoke.

In this world, he had done everything he needed to do. There was nothing left worth doing.

Perhaps the Clock Tower's library held value, but he no longer had the energy to pursue it.

Besides, there were more important matters to attend to.

...

...

Even though he couldn't find a reason, Li Mo stayed a few more days after the dismantling of the Greater Grail. He spent time with Hanachirusato and took care of some matters, including entrusting Tohsaka Rin to Lord El-Melloi II, who would be the most suitable teacher for her. As for the others, it seemed they wouldn't be going to the Clock Tower.

Matou Sakura's Imaginary Numbers attribute was too rare, making her a prime target for a "Sealing Designation." Thus, she couldn't go to the Clock Tower.

But that didn't mean she couldn't learn magecraft in Fuyuki City. With Medea there, she could become the best teacher.

Feeling that everything was in order, Li Mo chose to return on a sunny afternoon.

"Scenario: Fate/stay night, Fuyuki City"

"Clear Condition: Survive until the end of the Holy Grail War"

"Clear Rating: A"

"Calculating rewards..."

The familiar interface appeared before him.

Li Mo roughly understood how the clear rating was determined.

His own strength and growth.

But it didn't matter.

The system's primary function was to allow him to traverse worlds. As for the rewards, he would make the most of them.

There was no need to overthink it.

In truth, his growth throughout this journey had largely been due to learning in three worlds: the swordsmanship and breathing techniques from Demon Slayer, the divine arts from Genshin Impact, and the magecraft from the Type-Moon world.

"Obtained a large amount of experience and a Golden Treasure Chest Key."

Experience, and a Golden Treasure Chest.

Li Mo had figured it out by now. This lousy system only ever gave him a treasure chest key, didn't it?

He casually opened the chest.

He didn't even check his attributes for now.

"「Spell of Thororm」"

"Category: Skill Book"

"Quality: Rare"

"Effect: A ritual that can reduce the attack power of any weapon within the user's knowledge to zero. Whether scientific or magical, as long as the principle is understood, it can be negated. However, the effectiveness varies depending on the weapon, lasting approximately ten minutes."

"Note: It seems this was created by a certain knight commander after being betrayed by his comrade. The betrayal, apparently, was over a woman!"

Another skill book? And one he wasn't very familiar with.

And...

"Only Rare quality? That's just too harsh."

After casually learning the skill, Li Mo frowned slightly. Upon mastering this ritual, he suddenly found it quite interesting.

He understood why such a seemingly powerful ritual was rated as Rare.

Spell of Thororm.

A magic based on the Norse mythological warrior Solomon. It could reduce the sharpness of any weapon to zero. In theory, it could even nullify nuclear weapons.

But this ritual had fatal flaws.

First, it seemed ineffective against attacks from royalty. This was likely related to the source of its power. From Li Mo's current understanding of mysticism, this could be changed.

Second, it could only be activated manually and only affected weapons within the user's perception and understanding.

Third, it only lasted ten minutes.

The first and third flaws were things Li Mo could improve. But the second flaw was something he couldn't change.

Only weapons within his perception could be nullified.

—Meaning, if he didn't perceive it, even a wooden stake could harm him.

Only weapons he understood could be nullified.

—Meaning, if it was beyond his understanding, it couldn't be nullified.

"This will need some careful refinement," Li Mo mused, stroking his chin. This magic was indeed intriguing.

This magic wasn't from the Type-Moon world. Its essence was more akin to magecraft.

But in a world where demon gods existed, there was only the concept of magic, not magecraft.