Wind tunnel

“It goes without saying. —We’re going to take back the Greater Grail.”

Instantly, all the other Servants there fell silent. Rider and Archer exchanged glances and even Lancer looked at Assassin with a doubtful expression.

“‘Take it back’? No, in the first place… how are we going to do such a thing?’

Assassin of Red pointed at the floor beneath them with a smile.

“—What allows these Hanging Gardens to float is the concept of [inversion].  Plants grow downward and water flows from downstream to upstream here.”

The gardens came to a halt in the skies above the Fortress of Millennia. If any citizens in Trifas were to look up at the night sky, what would they think of these giant gardens that hid even the moon from sight? At the very least, they wouldn’t believe their eyes if they were sober.

“Gaze well upon it, you tiny magi. This is the true territory of a magus.”

Assassin of Red laughed loudly and spread her arms wide as she released a certain spell.

Roaring wind blew out from the bottom of the gardens. Similar to a tornado, it connected to the fortress below like some kind of pipe.

“Hey, hey… You mean you really intend to steal it!?”

At Rider of Red’s words, Assassin of Red nodded and shouted.

“Of course! Because these gardens were designed for the sake of that! Now, come out, Greater Grail! Show us your terrible and beautiful figure that was constructed with god‐like magecraft!”

The ground crumbled and flew upwards as it was sucked towards the Hanging Gardens. More than two thirds of the fortress had already been destroyed. The naked bedrock was smashed up and then, at last, the Greater Grail was exposed to the surface’s air.

“That—is the Holy Grail?”

Archer of Red muttered with a dumbfounded expression. With her eyesight that was as good as the eyes of a falcon, she was certainly able to see the Greater Grail below. But that wasn’t what had truly shocked her.

It wasn’t just Archer; Lancer, Rider and even Caster could only stand there dumbfounded. The absolute, eternal and colorless abundant prana that had accumulated continuously for more than six decades swirled around in a vortex.

“That is the Holy Grail…! Excellent! That is far too excellent! Magnificent!  Magnificent, magnificent!! Even I can sense that overwhelming prana from here! I even want to jump in and drown within it, become one with it! And yet, it is hideous like a naked human body! Truly [Fair is foul and foul is fair]!”

Caster raised cries of joy.

It was obvious that it was worthy to be called an [almighty wish‐granting device], as long as the wish asked of it wasn’t too great. It was only natural that even Servants like them would become excited.

“…Tch, it’s completely bonded to the ley lines. It seems it will take time to tear it out. However, we don’t have the leisure to remain at ease. They’re coming, everyone.”


Volume 2, Chapter 3, Page 391-393