#587Chapter 587 I want to pack up the Holy Grail Summoning System and take it away!AI Model: gemini-2.5-flash
Chapter 587: I'm Taking the Holy Grail Summoning System With Me!
The Holy Grail Summoning System is rigid; a Servant is summoned in their specific class. At most, one might find ways to bypass conventional classes and summon unconventional ones to intervene in the war.
The Spirit Origins of the conventional Seven Servants are extremely stable, and the moment they are summoned, they are strongly bound to the corresponding legendary form that matches that class.
In other words, if someone were to use 'Avalon' and 'Rhongomyniad, the Holy Lance' for Servant summoning in this Holy Grail War, the same Artoria would appear simultaneously in the war as both Blue Saber and White Lancer. Although their origin is the same, they are completely different individuals. In this state, even if they were to exchange weapons, it would not change their class.
To explain it using Eevee, it's the difference between Vaporeon and Flareon.
However, when the Holy Grail Summoning System itself malfunctions, the original rules are challenged.
Although Castlevania is currently split in half by Unlimited Blade Works, Artoria herself is still within Castlevania's domain. The entirety of Castlevania was constructed by Cheng Tian using stolen Black Mud and Holy Grail power, making it almost another manifestation of the Holy Grail's power.
The unhindered movement of the writhing Black Mud within Castlevania is sufficient proof of this situation.
This led to Servants, who already belonged to the Holy Grail summoning system, being forced to endure a special rule: they became more susceptible to having templates loaded or replaced.
Servants are not pure monsters and do not change easily at Cheng Tian's whim, but if special conditions are met, they can enjoy a domain-limited blessing within Castlevania's territory, allowing for free switching of templates (Spirit Origins).
Artoria had not yet put down her Holy Sword, but the power and even memories associated with the pseudo-Holy Lance had already been forcibly infused into her.
Her Spirit Origin, which should have been severely affected or even collapsed, was stabilized within this specific domain.
Shirou Emiya, whose attention had been entirely on the corrupted Sakura Matou just a second ago, was now completely stunned.
In this clearly singularity-transformed FATE world, Shirou Emiya had not yet formed an overly deep emotional connection with Artoria, but even in such a short time, Artoria's appearance and demeanor had already been deeply etched into the young man's heart.
He clearly remembered Artoria's sense of loss when she mentioned being permanently fixed at fifteen years old by the Holy Sword; while youth was good, she felt this youthful appearance was not fitting for the identity of a 'King.'
But now... Artoria, whose body transformed along with her Spirit Origin, had her breastplate burst open by her synchronously surging bust, revealing incredibly magnificent peaks.
When she adapted to the change in power within her and straightened up, the original Shirou, who was only 1.67 meters tall, found himself looking up slightly.
The adult King Arthur, not only had a broad chest, but her height also exceeded 1.7 meters.
King Arthur, slowly awakening from her daze, first looked at the Holy Lance in her hand, then at Gray, whose expression was unusually complex, and whose body was still trembling slightly.
Then, King Arthur, who had completely transformed into a mature elder sister, plunged the Holy Lance into the ground, freed her hand, placed it on Gray's head, and with a gentle pull, softly embraced her.
"This... is not the Holy Lance from my era... and it is far from the true Holy Lance. This form of mine cannot be maintained for long."
"And you, there is no need for you to become me. You have your own life and those you wish to protect. Your own path as a King has just begun."
The mature older sister vibe was off the charts!
Inspired by the King, Gray, who actively lifted her hood to reveal a face identical to the fifteen-year-old Artoria but clearly more fragile, already had sparkling, teary eyes.
The pseudo-Holy Lance also contained some information about its original owner, Gray, which Artoria had fully received, learning about Gray's background.
Gray's existence reminded King Arthur of Mordred, whom she had just killed with the Holy Lance in the original timeline. Both were, in some sense, her descendants/proxies, but compared to the incredibly rebellious Mordred, Gray, with a face almost identical to her younger self, clearly made her feel a more natural closeness.
A sense of guilt towards Mordred was also instinctively projected onto Gray.
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"But now, I have more important matters to attend to."
Feeling the power within her constantly draining, King Arthur pushed Gray away and firmly looked back at the chaotic space in mid-air.
And at some point, Cheng Tian's group and the writhing Black Mud group had both ceased their fighting, looking down at King Arthur.
Responding to her Master's strong feelings, saving the girl named Sakura Matou, and... utterly destroying the culprit that caused the world to deviate!
Although the pseudo-Holy Lance in her hand could not serve as the 'world anchor' of the genuine article, King Arthur could subtly sense through it that the entire world's trajectory was drifting further and further towards an entirely unknown path.
This world needs correction!
As King Arthur's emotions surged, the pseudo-Holy Lance in her hand also began to infuse power, at the cost of its own gradual collapse.
Red Archer, watching this never-before-seen form of King Arthur from afar, his gaze sharpened, and he raised his hand. The vast collection of replicated swords within Unlimited Blade Works also rose with his gesture, floating into mid-air.
The Berserker, like an iron tower, roared at the chaos with his wide-open mouth.
Aoko's expression was peculiar, and she kept chain-smoking.
Ciel's face showed conflict; she truly had no great will to fight non-Dead Apostle units.
The remaining Servants, still engaged in conventional warfare, all had a very consistent goal: Cheng Tian and the writhing Black Mud group in the chaotic space.
Eliminating them would end everything.
Facing this situation, Cheng Tian and the writhing Black Mud couldn't help but exchange glances. No words were needed; the information conveyed in their eyes said it all.
"You old geezer, I've had my fun. The rest is up to you."
Having made her decision, the writhing Black Mud began to surge forth, enveloping herself and all her Black Mud derivatives.
"Alright, I'll see if I can try to package up this Holy Grail Summoning System and take it back with me."
Cheng Tian clasped his hands in front of his chest, and large black pearls appeared out of thin air before him—
The Divine Artifact, Black Pearl.
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