The two women's understanding of magic was far beyond anything Rowan could measure.
But he did understand one thing: after the two of them worked in front of the Greater Grail for a little over half an hour, three more Command Spells appeared on his arm.
Clearly, the Command Spells that originally belonged to Shirou Emiya had been transferred to him by Medea and Serie.
Rowan could now summon a Heroic Spirit.
Seeing this, Heroic Spirit EMIYA attentively drew a summoning circle for Rowan.
Standing before the magic circle, Rowan smiled and said, "Alaya, right? You know what to do. Do me another favor and give me a strong Saber."
EMIYA: "Wait, no, is that how the summoning chant goes?"
The next second, the magic circle released a powerful light.
Then the mascot girl of the Fate series appeared.
She had soft, snow-white skin, shoulder-length golden hair, emerald-green eyes, and a beautiful face that needed no makeup to be charming.
That's right. It was King Arthur, Artor—
Huh? Wait. That wasn't right. Why was this King Arthur wearing red clothes and holding a red sword?
And her chest wasn't right either.
If Rowan remembered correctly, Artoria had stopped growing after pulling out the Sword in the Stone at age fifteen.
So why did the King Arthur in front of him have a chest? And not a small one, either.
"Hm? Are you my Praetor?" the red-clad King Arthur suddenly asked.
This was not Artoria at all.
The moment she opened her mouth, Rowan realized it. This was Nero, the tyrant emperor.
He had wanted to summon King Arthur, Artoria. Who the hell told Alaya to send Nero over?
Were those two even the same?
Well, they did have the exact same face.
Rowan was shocked, helpless, and finally resigned. He let out a deep sigh. Fine, Nero it is. At least she was cute, nice to look at, and her strength was decent.
She counted as a first-rate Heroic Spirit.
"That's right. I'm your Master. Please take care of me from now on, Miss Nero."
"Umu. Please take care of me too, my Praetor—although I would like to say that, what exactly is going on here?" Nero looked around and saw Heroic Spirits everywhere.
Cu Chulainn, Heroic Spirit EMIYA, Medusa, Medea, King Hassan, and Heracles.
There were seven Heroic Spirits in the Holy Grail War, and now all of them were gathered together.
Rowan smiled, called Nero aside, and explained things to her.
A while later—
"I see. As expected of my Praetor. I never imagined you were so remarkable."
After understanding the situation, Nero raised her hand and patted Rowan on the head, as if praising him for being amazing.
Rowan felt helpless. Was she treating him like a child?
"Master."
Just then, Medea walked over with a smile. "I have good news and bad news. Which one would you like to hear first?"
"The bad news," Rowan said.
"The bad news is that the Grail has activated the Holy Grail War, but the mana it has absorbed over the past ten years is only enough to start a normal Holy Grail War. A seven-versus-seven Great Holy Grail War is impossible."
Rowan clicked his tongue. "And the good news?"
"Medea and I discussed it," Serie said. "We can convert All the World's Evil into pure mana and summon the true Holy Grail, allowing all the Heroic Spirits present to obtain flesh bodies."
"Obtaining flesh" referred to gaining a human body.
On the surface, Heroic Spirits looked no different from humans. They could be injured, bleed, and had muscles and bones. But their bodies were actually made of mana—pure mana bodies.
Once their mana was exhausted, or their core was destroyed, they would return to the Throne of Heroes.
Of course, when the Holy Grail War ended, Heroic Spirits would also return to the Throne.
To avoid that, they had to obtain flesh. Only then could they remain in the human world for a long time.
The fact that Medea and Serie could convert All the World's Evil into pure mana was already an unexpected joy in Rowan's eyes.
"Then I'll leave it to you."
"Don't worry."
Medea nodded, then worked together with Serie. They began modifying the magic circle bit by bit, adding new arrays into it.
The two of them busied themselves for several days before everything was finally ready.
"Begin, Master."
Rowan nodded and poured a massive amount of mana into the Grail's core.
In order for the Grail to manifest, it required an enormous amount of mana. Originally, this mana was provided by dead Heroic Spirits.
When a Heroic Spirit died, their consciousness returned to the Throne, while the remaining mana returned to the Lesser Grail.
After a series of complicated conversions, the true Holy Grail would then be summoned.
But after Medea and Serie's modifications, all those complex mechanisms were bypassed. As long as there was enough mana, the true Holy Grail could appear.
Of course, Rowan's own mana was not enough.
But his golden gate could absorb mana from the world of Frieren: Beyond Journey's End.
Rowan could pour all the mana absorbed through it directly into the Holy Grail ritual.
Once the Holy Grail absorbed enough mana, it descended.
And once the Holy Grail descended, the real disaster began.
A massive amount of All the World's Evil, the black mud, poured out from the Grail. It carried pure malice, flooding the entire great cavern and continuously spreading outward.
At that moment, Medea activated the magic arrays they had spent the past few days setting up, collecting All the World's Evil.
Serie also activated another magic circle, purifying the malice within All the World's Evil and compressing the black mud into clean mana crystals.
During this process, Angra Mainyu, who resided within the Grail, naturally tried to resist.
But it was useless.
Medea and Serie had known about its existence from the start. They dismantled it bit by bit, ignoring Angra Mainyu's frantic curses.
In the end, Angra Mainyu disappeared, All the World's Evil was purified, and the Holy Grail descended.
Medea, Medusa, Cu Chulainn, Heracles, Nero, King Hassan, Heroic Spirit EMIYA, and the others stepped forward one after another, touched the Holy Grail, and obtained flesh bodies.
Afterward, the Holy Grail completely disintegrated and vanished.
After all, it had been summoned through improper means. Aside from granting Heroic Spirits flesh bodies, it had no wish-granting ability.
And even if it did, Rowan wouldn't have made a wish. Who knew whether it would distort history and create a Singularity?
Alaya had already given him this much face. Rowan would feel bad causing trouble in this world.
With the Holy Grail dissolved, the Holy Grail War truly came to an end.
From now on, Fuyuki City would never again have a Holy Grail War.
Seeing this, Rin Tohsaka let out a faint sigh. The Tohsaka family's destiny had been resolved just like that. For some reason, she felt a little empty inside.
Illya, on the other hand, had no such melancholy. Especially now that Heracles had obtained a flesh body and could remain by her side for a long time, she hugged his neck and laughed happily.
She was far too happy right now to feel sad.
After the Holy Grail War settled down, Rowan brought everyone back to Wano in the One Piece world and held a grand celebration.
Besides Cosette, the main chef for the banquet was Heroic Spirit EMIYA.
This was something Rowan had personally requested.
Anyone who had watched Fate knew that the meals at the Emiya household were extraordinary. Even Heroic Spirits praised them endlessly after eating.
Rowan naturally wouldn't miss out. He absolutely had to taste what was so special about Emiya's cooking.
This sparked Cosette's fighting spirit, especially after she heard that Heroic Spirit EMIYA was a chef Rowan had personally named.
"I won't lose to you."
Looking at Cosette, who was full of fighting spirit, EMIYA didn't know how to respond.
Still, he didn't slack off. Instead, he brought out one hundred and twenty percent of his skill.
Thanks to the two of them, enormous amounts of food flowed out like running water. Everyone present ate until their mouths were shiny with oil and loudly praised how satisfying the food was.
Rowan also tasted both their cooking.
In terms of flavor, Cosette's dishes were slightly superior. But for some reason, EMIYA's cooking was especially delicate. After eating it, people felt deeply pleased and comfortable.
Could this be the so-called power of cooking with one's heart?
After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, Nico Robin took out several Devil Fruits that looked very similar and placed them before everyone.
"These are Devil Fruits mass-produced by Egghead over the past few days."
"Human-Human Fruit, Mythical Zoan, Model: Heracles."
"Does anyone here want one?"
The Heroic Spirits present glanced at the fruits, then all shook their heads. None of them were interested in a Heracles-model Devil Fruit.
Heracles didn't need one.
As for the others, they simply didn't care. Anyone who could become a Heroic Spirit had their own skills and pride. How could they eat a Devil Fruit made from Heracles's blood?
Did they not have dignity?
Cu Chulainn even shouted, "Does this world seriously not have a Human-Human Fruit, Mythical Zoan, Model: Child of Light?"
He was a demigod too, after all.
If there was a Heracles model but no Child of Light model, wouldn't that imply he was inferior to Heracles?
How could he tolerate that?
Robin said, "At present, there is no Child of Light model Devil Fruit. But if Lord Cu Chulainn is willing to provide blood, we can manufacture a Child of Light model Devil Fruit."
"Fine." Cu Chulainn agreed readily.
Heracles picked up one of the Heracles-model Devil Fruits and handed it to Illya, hoping she would eat it and gain powerful strength to protect herself.
However, Nico Robin stopped him.
"I actually don't recommend girls eating this fruit. Lord Heracles's lineage factor is too powerful. Anyone who eats a Heracles-model fruit will become a large, muscular man."
"Women would probably transform into a similar form as well."
When Illya heard that, she looked at Heracles's body, which was like a Greek sculpture—no, even more muscular than a Greek sculpture—and instinctively threw the Devil Fruit away.
She was still a child. She really didn't want to turn into a muscle woman.
That would be way too terrifying.
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