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“You really do like to joke around—” Koyanskaya laughed as she stepped back, doing her best to keep a certain distance from Alaric.

If anyone else had uttered such audacious words, Koyanskaya would have scoffed and paid them no mind, perhaps simply letting them enjoy a bit of the friendly service of her Soldiers.

But Alaric was different.

Koyanskaya knew that this man not only had such thoughts but also the power to realize them.

Ssshhh—

The silent Soldier, standing behind Koyanskaya, raised his gun the moment she retreated and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The earlier banter hadn’t provoked any reaction from the Soldier, but Alaric’s offending words prompted him to fire without a second thought.

Bang!

A burst of fire erupted, but the bullet was shredded by an invisible blade of energy before it could even reach Alaric.

“You’ll have to pay for that, Miss Koyanskaya.”

Without retaliating against the Soldier, Alaric smiled faintly. “Next time I buy something, I want the wholesale price. No refusals.”

“Fine, fine.”

Koyanskaya looked disgruntled but then seemed to recall something. Her expression suddenly brightened as she said, “By the way, I heard that Chaldea’s bunch surfaced in Russia. Don’t you plan to do anything about it?”

Koyanskaya, who already had a contract with Ivan the Terrible, had just received new orders from the court—likely instructions from that Master, Kadoc.

The order was to eliminate the Chaldeans who had surfaced in Russian territory.

But Koyanskaya was in no hurry to act.

She had other business to handle, and preferred to deal with things one by one rather than working in a panic.

That didn’t mean she couldn’t delegate.

Since Alaric was also one of the False Alien Apostles and happened to have deep ties with Chaldea, if she let him handle them, it would surely be more interesting.

“I just met them. Nothing worth discussing.”

Alaric waved his hand dismissively. “Chaldea’s your problem. If you can defeat Miss Fujimaru, then I’ll admit you’re impressive.”

Unlike the time when Chaldea’s summoning system had stopped, Ritsuka Fujimaru was now on the verge of restoring the shadow of her Spirit Origin summoning capabilities, meaning her combat power would soon return to top-tier levels.

Having gone through countless adventures, Ritsuka Fujimaru might be weak in personal combat, but as a Master in the Holy Grail War, she was unmatched in history.

In this A-Team, only two Masters could rival her.

This brief encounter soon passed. Alaric did not converse long with Koyanskaya before setting off on the road back to the workshop.

To ensure secrecy, Alaric and Da Vinci had chosen a workshop hidden in the wilderness, in a place utterly deserted.

“You’re back?”

Da Vinci, bored, propped her chin up with one hand, glancing at Alaric as he entered the workshop. “How are Ritsuka and Mash? Did you see the other me?”

“They’re all well. Da Vinci-chan is pretty cute,” Alaric replied with a light laugh as he took off his coat. “In short, everything’s fine, so you can finally stop worrying, right? They’ll be able to take care of themselves from now on.”

“It’s your fault for making such a big commotion—normal people wouldn’t be able to cope with that!”

Da Vinci couldn’t help but complain. “We finally took back the future, and now we have to do the same thing all over again?”

For Magus, perhaps this was acceptable, since the perspective of the mysterious side was so different from the mundane world.

But Da Vinci still felt a mix of dread and excitement about what was to come.

In these three months, she had completely come to understand the nature of this Lostbelt.

With her boundless genius, she could tell: this was a world that had lost its future—a world that perfectly suited Alaric’s needs.

“There’s nothing we can do. Their efficiency is indeed high—able to make up for the Lostbelt’s limited area.”

Slumping into a chair, Alaric looked relaxed. “This is the limit. No matter how much we improve it, we can’t do any better.”

Just as Holmes had predicted, Alaric hadn’t stopped for a moment in these three months. Working together with Da Vinci, he had completed most of the prelude to his plan.

Bzzz—

The air rippled as a golden cup, shimmering with faint light, fell into Alaric’s hand.

It was the Holy Grail, an artifact of the Third Magic. Though it could not reach the Root, it was still a massive magical power source, not much different from a universal wishing machine for a magus.

It came from another world—a world where Holy Grail Wars were common, a world known as the Apocrypha Holy Grail War.

Second only in scale to the Moon’s Holy Grail Wars, it was a fourteen-Servant battle.

In that war, Alaric had obtained the final Greater Grail. When he made his wish, he also gained all knowledge of the Holy Grail.

That was complete information on how to replicate the Holy Grail.

He could even—recreate the Third Magic: Heaven’s Feel.

Of course, such magical knowledge would take Alaric a very long time to realize.

If he tried to recreate the Grail system by himself, even after spending years analyzing the Greater Grail, he still wouldn’t be able to achieve it in a short time.

But with Da Vinci’s help, things were different.

After three months of work, Alaric had completed the creation of the Grail.

This was different from the Grails Chaldea had collected from Demon God King Goetia. The Grail was a vessel able to grant various wishes.

It was a product of the Third Magic, which absorbed intangible existences and converted them into material form.

Although the wording was as above, the Grails Chaldea could obtain were not true Grails, but rather pure and highly dense magical energy resources.

Their structure was the same as the so-called universal wishing machine, but one could say their scale and origin were worlds apart.

They were also the root cause of the creation of Singularities.

But the golden cup in Alaric’s hand was different. It could even—recreate the Third Magic: Heaven’s Feel.

It was essentially identical to the Grail of the Einzbern family.

However, due to various issues, its performance was inferior to that of the Einzbern Grail.

After all, the Einzbern Grail was fundamentally based on the magical circuits of the Winter Saint. For Alaric and Da Vinci to replicate and modify it to this level was already impressive.

Especially considering the lack of magical resources.

“Designing a terminal version of the small Grail, connecting it to the main vessel, and then finally summoning Servants, is it?”

Gazing at the golden cup in Alaric’s hand, Da Vinci rested her chin in her hand, scrutinizing the vessel that had only just taken shape a few days ago.

The golden cup in Alaric’s hand was merely the terminal, the button to set all these events in motion. The real main vessel was hidden somewhere else.

“Good thing this place doesn’t reject human order, so we can perform Servant summoning.”

Playing with the golden cup in his hand, Alaric smiled slightly. “These days, technical skill is everything.”