——Ending this Holy Grail War.
Now, in this nearly out-of-control and runaway Holy Grail War, Brunestud spoke these earth-shattering words.
Her ending did not require anyone's consent.
Nor was it seeking the opinions of others.
It was like the planet bringing sweet rain to the earth, or a tsunami sweeping across the land without explanation.
Would the planet care about the opinions of humans?
Of course not.
At most, the planet would only show signs of an impending disaster, and Brunestud's declaration was something of the same nature.
Ending this Holy Grail War.
In her eyes, it meant eliminating everything related to it, cleaning it up as if wiping a blackboard.
Snowfield, downtown, top floor of a luxury hotel.
Tiné felt that huge presence.
Suddenly, a sense of powerlessness like an ant facing a natural disaster arose, and the path to destruction seemed inevitable.
An invisible pressure swept through Snowfield City.
Outside the door came the voices of subordinates full of fear and anxiety.
Tiné's magecraft draws on the earth's magical energy from the land's ley lines. That's why she could clearly feel it—
The hostility of this planet was gathering here.
It was targeting this city.
Some huge existence was awakening on this land, and an unreasonable thing different from Heroic Spirits and magi had descended.
"Ho… one of the Primordials… no wonder my friend would take such an attitude… If she continues to run rampant, what ends will probably be more than just human reason, and even the future of this planet will be rewritten."
Gilgamesh exclaimed.
At this moment, the attitude he showed was even more surprised than when he saw Humbaba and Ishtar.
Snowfield, forest area.
"…?."
Ishtar, walking in the forest, suddenly stopped.
She shook her silver hair and looked towards the city.
"…Excuse me… what's wrong?"
This action caused Haruri's incomprehension and confusion.
In fact, she didn't know if it was an illusion.
For a moment, she seemed to see in Ishtar's eyes a look of astonishment that was enough to shatter that beauty.
"Well, something went wrong…"
Although Ishtar's answer was understated.
But Haruri's intuition was telling her that this was definitely not a trivial matter.
"…Hmph, I didn't expect to sense that aura again, it's really hateful… An existence that can carry the will of this planet, I didn't expect it to be born in this era."
"…?"
"It doesn't matter, there's no need to rush to decide whether to give blessings or eliminate it now. More urgent than that is to prepare to welcome Gugalanna! Others should be more anxious than us."
Ishtar wasn't worried.
When she first sensed that aura.
She felt very familiar.
That was the primordial aura released by Moran when he used the Lumina Form when the gods were crusading against Uruk.
Originally, she thought Moran had used the Lumina Form.
But when she carefully sensed that aura.
Ishtar discovered that it was different from the Lumina Form, and the other party was more like an incarnation of the planet.
"In some ways, it's our good fortune that that guy didn't run to the forest, but appeared in the city.
This is also the result of the world submitting to me."
Ishtar spoke words of supreme confidence in herself, looking down on the entire forest without the slightest doubt.
Then, Haruri suppressed her unease about that oppressive feeling.
She continued to follow Ishtar's footsteps.
Snowfield, inside a meat processing plant.
"What's wrong?"
Bazdilot asked.
He naturally also sensed that huge aura, that planetary hostility targeting Snowfield City itself.
"Heh, although the root is unknown, it seems that some dangerous thing has awakened… Although it's similar to a god, it's essentially different. It's something like a planetary creation…"
"Will there be trouble?"
"We'll have to fight to find out. But judging from the temperament… it will be trouble for humans."
Alcides had a sense of familiarity.
In the past, he seemed to have sensed this aura on Moran, but he didn't know if it was a misperception.
Hearing Alcides' calm reply, Bazdilot didn't stop his hands and said without turning his head: "Then let her go."
At the same time, Bazdilot injected magical power and emotion into the sludge that was trying to erode him and rampage in his body.
As if he was caring for and nurturing the sludge full of human evil.
"Although the enemy of an enemy is not necessarily a friend… the more flaws we can exploit, the better."
Snowfield, downtown.
For her, who reigns over the mortal world like a queen.
At this moment, it was just a simple leak.
Every time she took a step, green vines would cover and spread across the streets she passed.
What Brunestud was building around herself, her purpose was almost obvious at a glance.
The magical power filling the atmosphere in the city—
Or rather, the land's ley line energy allocated to the Holy Grail War was rapidly concentrating around her.
To put it in a way that reflects the Holy Grail War, a large amount of magical power comparable to a "Noble Phantasm" was gathering at one point.
She was looking forward to ending this Holy Grail War quickly.
And reuniting with her beloved here.
As for the rules of being an Ancestor, as the conduct of a vessel carrying the will of the planet, she had long forgotten them.
"Hehe…"
Brunestud raised the corners of her mouth, raised her arms that were gathering ether, and was about to bring judgment to this world.
But just at the moment when the result was about to be reached—
"Hi."
A calm greeting sounded.
It was so abrupt that Brunestud felt a hint of surprise.
She re-collected the ether into her body, and her noble gaze turned to the person who made the sound.
Since the battle with Zelretch.
Brunestud learned to be cautious.
Currently, she was simply relying on Arcueid to float in consciousness, and had not completely taken the planet's authority into her hands.
Although Brunestud in this state was no less powerful than when she was alive, it did not mean that she was invincible.
There was always something in this world that could break the so-called impossible.
Brunestud vaguely remembered that a sentence Moran often said to her was: "Better safe than sorry."