Although that woman's magic had interfered with the progress of the Fall of the Holy City, it wasn't an unsolvable problem for Manaka Sajyou.
If she used the soul of a noble god as a substitute, she could still fill the gap.
Of course, that being said, in the current era where the Age of Gods has vanished, finding a goddess's soul was basically a fantasy.
However...
By a sheer coincidence, in this Holy Grail War, there happened to be goddesses.
And... a total of three of them!
Ishtar.
The Sumerian goddess of harvest, war, love, and fertility, and also the deity symbolizing the planet Venus.
Although that useless goddess's personality was so vile it made one wonder if she was more of a demon than a god, there was no doubt that Ishtar's divinity was among the noblest, even among the many gods.
As for the other two...
—Located 20 kilometers above the ground was an unmanned airship, two hundred meters long.
This special magus workshop was undoubtedly the whereabouts of the magus François Prelati, the "Flying Princess."
In fact, Jeanne hadn't been idle these past two days. In her spare time, she had been trying to find Prelati's hiding place, but she had turned all of Fuyuki upside down to no avail—the reason she couldn't find it was this very special workshop.
But in reality...
For Miss Manaka, who had dug three feet deep a few days ago trying to find Illya's whereabouts, this aerial workshop was certainly not something she would miss. Especially after Prelati clashed with Morgan that day, she had immediately paid a visit to this peculiar workshop.
Obviously, Prelati did not welcome such an uninvited guest, complaining and shouting:
"It's quite rude to barge into someone else's home without the owner's permission, you know."
"I'm going to exercise my castle doctrine and launch an infinite counterattack against you!"
Perhaps because of her notorious reputation, the Flying Princess could only make a living in a new magical desert like America, and thus had picked up many American habits.
However, upon realizing that Manaka was completely ignoring her, she pouted in boredom.
"I say, people like you are so boring."
"For you to say that, it's not convincing at all."
"François Prelati... formerly the god Baal, demoted to Beelzebub, the Lord of the Flies."
The god of thunder and rain, harvest, the sun, and war in Danann mythology. The Lord of Heaven.
But for Manaka Sajyou, there was an even clearer name.
Baal was, in essence, the same as Yahweh.
It was no accident that the later Christian church regarded Yahweh as the one true god, because the name "Yahweh" itself was a common term used to refer to deities in a certain region at a certain time—the same was true for Baal.
The fundamental reason Beelzebub, the Lord of the Flies, became an enemy of the Lord was because these two were competitors from the very beginning. It was just that Baal later failed and, as the loser, was demoted again and again.
"What's the point of bringing up that old history."
"You didn't come looking for me just to talk about this, did you?"
"If so, then I'll have to ask you to leave." The Flying Princess was unusually displeased.
For her, her past identity could hardly be called an honor... At least compared to her present self, it was a... joke.
The past was something she'd rather not revisit, one of her few sore spots.
"Of course not. I'm here to cooperate with you."
"Cooperate? I have nothing to talk to you about."
"You don't want to team up with me against Jeanne, do you? Sorry, my apologies, gomenasai—I want to enjoy the pleasure of bullying that woman all by myself."
"Let's not talk about such jokes anymore."
"Don't you want to start over?"
"As long as you help me achieve my goal, you can have another chance."
The blonde girl spoke these tempting words, her tone full of playfulness.
And the Flying Princess's eyes widened.
In the normal course of human history, that dove's victory made it the final winner, taking all, becoming the omniscient and omnipotent Lord in the eyes of the church and the world, the one true god known to all.
And Baal, who should have enjoyed the same status, was demoted to a demon king of hell.
But, if they followed Manaka Sajyou's plan...
Overthrow human history, start from scratch, then the Flying Princess could overturn her past failure... everything that currently belonged to a certain dove would be bestowed upon him, upon the name of Baal.
On this point alone, without a doubt...
"This is a condition you absolutely cannot refuse."
Manaka Sajyou gazed at the sky, a slight curve on her lips.
Her greatest skill was giving her targets conditions they couldn't refuse, thereby subduing them and leveraging as much power as possible.
It was the same with Kiritsugu Emiya, and of course, with the Flying Princess.
As long as her goal aligned with their individual interests, they would spontaneously support her actions—and in the process, anyone who stood in her way would become their enemy.
Although Baal's divinity had been corrupted and was now almost negligible, his inherent nobility could not be concealed.
In fact, his side as a demon king of hell would make her plan proceed even more smoothly.
And the Servant the Flying Princess possessed... Kama, from Indian mythology.
The moment Manaka learned of her existence, it was a huge surprise in itself.
After all.
That Servant's other side was another kind of disaster in itself.
And in the process, Manaka was clearly well-prepared for those who might get in her way.
Just as Miss Illya was preparing to take action... a black-haired man in a trench coat stood in their way.
"...Kiritsugu...?!"
"This is as far as you go, Irisviel, Illya."
"If you go any further, I'll have to become your enemy," Kiritsugu said, smoking a cigarette, his expression cold.
This was difficult for both Illya and Irisviel to accept—although the former had indeed prepared herself to mercilessly beat up the foolish Kiritsugu, seeing him actually stand on the opposite side was still a bit of a shock.
"I see..."
"Trying to bind us with familial ties, are you?" [Illya], however, was not surprised. He saw through it at a glance.
If they used force, it would be almost impossible to effectively stop them. After all, the paper strength of their side even surpassed Manaka's faction.
But...
If it was Kiritsugu who made a move, then constrained by those emotions, they would be tied down.
And to this...
"It seems you're well aware of this," the silver-haired girl said, sighing as she looked at Kiritsugu Emiya, who didn't change his expression in the slightest upon hearing her words.
"I'm sorry, Irisviel, Illya..."
"...She must win."
"You think so too? Saber," [Illya] asked, looking at the fully armed Saber beside him.
Quite rarely, these two were not at odds. In fact, they seemed to have reached a united front for the first time ever.
"She promised me a condition I couldn't refuse," Saber said quietly, her words concise.
Honestly, she didn't get along with that woman at all and didn't want to cooperate with her.
But frustratingly, her Master, Kiritsugu, had already willingly agreed to cooperate with her, to fully assist her in achieving final victory in this Holy Grail War. In fact, this was enough to make Artoria, who also wanted the Holy Grail, turn against Kiritsugu.
I've endured so much humiliation under you, even lost my pride, all for that Holy Grail, right? And what do you do? You want to be someone else's dog, and you want to drag me along?
The fact that she hadn't sliced him in three was a testament to Saber's good upbringing.
However—unlike Kiritsugu.
Although her personality was quite wicked, Manaka Sajyou's quality as a Master was top-notch.
While Kiritsugu was using her as a tool, she was willing to take the initiative to make a promise to Saber.
As long as her plan succeeded, Saber's wish could be fulfilled.
Whether it was the revival of Camelot or a change of throne, it was all possible.
After such reassurance, although Saber herself was still a little worried, since Kiritsugu had already become the leading traitor, and the die was cast, she could only get on that pirate ship. The only good news was the existence of Morgan.
Saber, who knew Morgan's obsession and personality well, was certain that even if she couldn't do it herself, the other would definitely make Camelot reappear. After all, her obsession with it even surpassed her own as king.
"Saber."
"I'm sorry, Irisviel."
"Is that so... that's quite rare, to get you two to be so in sync. That child is indeed quite skilled in this aspect."
"But, with just you two, you can't stop us."
"Ah, that's right."
"But unfortunately, none of you can leave."
Saber said this, and then, she plunged the Sword of Promised Victory in her hand into the ground.
The next moment, a surge of magical energy flowed from her.
And then... the surrounding scenery seemed to change.
It was a very desolate hill, surrounded by bodies and broken weapons.
Without a doubt, this was King Arthur's final destination, the Hill of Camlann.
"...A Reality Marble?!"
Irisviel looked at this scene in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at Saber. "You shouldn't have such magical prowess!"
"Ah, that's right, originally."
"But thanks to Morgan's help, I was able to use this."
"Although, in truth, I never wanted to return to this place, but..."
"This is the last time."
"Noble Phantasm—The Vow Forged at the Round Table."
The Vow Forged at the Round Table.
Rank: EX
Type: Anti-Army Noble Phantasm
Like charismatic kings such as Charlemagne and Iskandar the Conqueror, whose subordinates were willing to rally under their banner even after death, it was only natural for the legendary King Arthur to possess such charisma.
The vow forged at the Round Table allowed the Knights of the Round Table to manifest in a way similar to the Servants in Iskandar's Ionioi Hetairoi. Although their numbers were far fewer, and for certain reasons, some Servants could not and would not answer Arthur's call, there was no doubt about the power of this Noble Phantasm, which could summon the Servants who followed King Arthur in life.
"Agravain, Gawain, Tristan, Gareth, Galahad..."
Excluding Lancelot and Mordred, who had already manifested in this Holy Grail War and were unable to answer Arthur's call, and Bedivere, who failed to respond for unknown reasons, almost all the other Knights of the Round Table gathered on this Hill of Camlann at this moment.
To call this a Noble Phantasm was not entirely accurate. It was more like a Grand Thaumaturgy completed by Morgan with Arthur's assistance.
After all, a Reality Marble itself was just a Grand Thaumaturgy that overlaid reality with one's inner world.
Although it was a miracle for most magi, for a top-tier magus like Morgan, it was by no means impossible to perform.
Of course... the prerequisite for such a Noble Phantasm was often that the user themselves had the necessary qualities.
For King Arthur, it would be strange if he didn't have such a Noble Phantasm.
"...My knights."
Although Saber had learned of this Noble Phantasm's effect from Morgan, she couldn't help but be moved when she saw the knights respond to her call.
"Well, is this a show of force for me?"
While Saber was exchanging pleasantries with her knights, [Illya] couldn't help but sigh.
It was obvious this thing was modeled after his own Castle of Snow.
He knew that person was petty and competitive, but he didn't expect her to get competitive over such a strange thing.
"...Are we going to fight all these people?"
Miss Illya looked at the dense crowd of figures and couldn't help but swallow.
She had a feeling that if each of those big brothers and sisters gave her a punch, she would fly.
"Normally, it would be very difficult to break through this Reality Marble."
After all...
"Although I can't replicate that great Greek hero, I can still manage the heroes of Britain, thanks to that detestable red dragon."
Having sensed the deployment of the Reality Marble, a slight curve appeared on Morgan's lips.
She didn't like that magic much. After all, it could only be used with the help of that red dragon. She herself could never have such a bond with the Knights of the Round Table. Even though she was the mother of Agravain, Gawain, and others, those traitors wouldn't give her the time of day. Morgan was well aware of this.
But it didn't matter. For her, this was just a one-time thing.
As long as she could achieve her goal, she could endure it.
And—this Reality Marble, the Vow of the Round Table, she was supremely confident in.
"Even you won't be able to break through it easily."
After all, the core of this Reality Marble, exclusive to the Knights of the Round Table, was King Arthur. Although it had various drawbacks, just like Iskandar's Ionioi Hetairoi and Okita's Flag of Sincerity, the one difference was that as long as there was enough magical energy and King Arthur, the core, did not die, the Knights of the Round Table would not fall.
As for killing King Arthur... it didn't seem impossible under the protection of the Knights of the Round Table.
But...
Reflecting the entirety of that Reality Marble in her eyes, her gaze fell on the scabbard at Artoria's waist. Morgan let out a light laugh.
"Now, what will you do?"