Holy Grail War.
This is a battle over the Holy Grail that can grant countless wishes.
When the article "Fuyuki's" is added, it refers to a very special war in which magicians summon Heroic Spirits as Servants and fight each other until the last one standing.
Perhaps the Association did not monitor this small country in the East strictly enough, and did not notice it until the Holy Grail War was repeated three times. There is a limit to such a joke that the almighty wish opportunity appeared in a remote place in the Far East. The understanding of the Magic Association is only this extent.
However, the third Holy Grail War twisted everything. Perhaps because World War II was about to break out, the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki came to an end due to the abnormal situation of "national intervention". At the same time, the system of this Holy Grail War itself was spread among magicians around the world as information.
The magicians were shocked and began to imitate Fuyuki's style to hold the Holy Grail War. Only then did they realize how excellent the Holy Grail War system constructed by the three great families of Tōsaka, Einzbern, and Makiri was as a ritual.
Unfortunately, no Holy Grail War has been held again in the 60 years since the birthplace of the Holy Grail, Fuyuki, which makes every magus who aspires to the Holy Grail feel regretful.
Nowadays, sub-holy grail wars are widely held around the world. These sub-holy grail wars are small-scale rituals, and at most five servants are summoned. Even if the rituals are carried out completely, no result can reach the level of a universal wish-granting machine.
Tulifas is a small city in northern Transylvania, Romania. In the Middle Ages, the city walls built to prevent invasion by Turkish soldiers are still well preserved today, surrounding part of the fortress and the city.
Most of the city's buildings were repaired and rebuilt from medieval buildings, and have extremely valuable historical value. The population is about 20,000, and they barely survive by relying on trivial agriculture and textile industries.
The symbol of the city is the huge castle, Mirenia, which stands on the hill of Milon. The owner of this castle has never changed since the Middle Ages. Although the invasion of the Ottoman Turks, the Black Death pandemic, and the bombing in modern wars have brought various hardships to Tolifas, the fortress and its owner family are still alive today.
The name of the clan is Qianjieshu, and they are a group of magicians who migrated from Northern Europe to Romania. At present, the fortress is unprecedentedly grand.
Not only the Thousand World Tree Clan, but also a group of handsome servants from nowhere are working meticulously and patrolling the city with battle axes that are far behind the times. There are also walking stone beds and stone statues with glowing eyes...
To the onlookers, they would be surprised to find something had happened. However, among the simple residents of Tulifas, there was no foolhardy person who would step into this strange castle. As long as the lights in the city were on, even going out late at night was a warning.
So when the castle lights, which had been extinguished for a long time a few months ago, began to shine again, the residents looked at each other with gloomy expressions on their faces - the bloody tyrants were back!
Residents live their ordinary lives while praying for peace and tranquility.
In the early hours of the morning, the city of Tulifas had already fallen into a deep sleep. In a room in the Mirenia Fortress overlooking the city, there was a man peeking out of the window. Looking out at the silent street, the man's eyes ignited with silent determination.
"—It is obvious that this is impossible. The real reason is that none of the magicians who held the Subspecies Holy Grail War brought it with them, as it is the core of the Fuyuki Holy Grail War."
"What is that?" A majestic voice sounded in the shadows of the room.
"The Greater Holy Grail!"
Danic turned his head, a smug smile on his handsome face.
"In the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki, the Greater Holy Grail is buried in the core of the land spirit vein. On top of that, magic power is poured into the Lesser Holy Grail that is fought over in the Holy Grail War. Those magicians who imitated the Holy Grail War can only make the Lesser Holy Grail. They are really a bunch of extremely boring fakers."
"How is that different from this Holy Grail War?" The majestic voice sounded again. The owner of the voice spoke in a way that was different from modern people and was full of ancient style.
"Of course, Grand Duke." The smile on Danic's face deepened. "The Holy Grail is buried in this land. It was taken from Fuyuki by me sixty years ago!"
The man's name was Danic Preston Thousand Worlds Tree. He was the patriarch of the Thousand Worlds Tree Clan and a participant in the Third Holy Grail War. That war had happened more than sixty years ago, but the man's face was wrinkle-free. Judging from his appearance, he would probably be between twenty-six and thirty years old. It was as if time had stopped for him since the Third Holy Grail War.
"During that Holy Grail War, the Lesser Holy Grail was lost midway through, and we were on the verge of returning empty-handed. However, I accidentally discovered that the Greater Holy Grail was hidden under Fuyuki, so I snatched it away. At the time, I was able to obtain it with the help of the German Nazi Army to which I belonged."
"Then, taking advantage of the chaos of World War II, he disappeared from the German NAZI with the Greater Holy Grail, and here he was closely connected with the spiritual veins of Tulifas, the headquarters of the Thousand World Tree Clan."
Danic's words were filled with a myriad of thoughts. In any case, in the sixty years since the end of the Third Holy Grail War, he had been carefully preparing to conceal his actions.
The only miscalculation was that due to the spread of information about the Holy Grail War of "Fuyuki", the whereabouts of all the holy relics that served as catalysts disappeared. The catalysts of the ancient hero king, the knight king with the strongest holy sword, the conqueror king who dominated half of the world, etc., all disappeared without a trace. Despite this, the holy relics that he ordered his clan to collect over decades were enough to summon outstanding heroic spirits. They were no less impressive than the holy relics collected by the Magic Association alone.
"Yes, everything is for today!"
The sound of "Ding-ling, ding-ling" calmed Danic's ever-expanding ambition. He left the window, walked to a phone that imitated the ear-hook telephone of the 1920s and 1930s, and picked up the receiver.
"—it's me."
The old voice that sounded in his ears was very familiar to Danik.
"Oh, isn't this a summons for the Minister of Science, His Highness Belfebon? How are you?"
The Danik who answered the phone was completely different from the person just now. His enthusiastic voice gave people a warm and friendly feeling.
However, the old man on the other end of the phone didn't seem to buy it, and his already low voice became even lower.
"Don't act crazy or stupid. You should know why I came to you. My strength alone has reached its limit. It's not too late."
"What an old-fashioned argument! I will just repeat it to you as it is."
Danik didn't seem to take the old man's words of warning seriously. His voice was still kind, but it had a completely different meaning to the person on the other end.
"It's not too late now. Has the Magic Association made all the necessary preparations to subdue us?"
"Are you serious?" the old man confirmed for the last time.
"You are still saying this at this time. It was obviously us who issued the declaration of war."
Belfebon only said one sentence to Danic, who was so confident that he was almost arrogant: "You will regret it, Danic Preston Thousand Worlds Tree."
"I will be careful not to let it get to this point, and please be careful too."
"That's what's called a telephone. It's an interesting thing." Another person who never showed up said after Danik hung up the phone.
"Well, it is a convenient product in this trivial world."
Danic nodded, not caring about such out-of-touch remarks. After all, it was 1999, a time when communications were highly developed. In a few months, mankind would enter a new century of even faster development.
His mind was connected to the barrier covering the entire territory of Tulifas, focusing on the sudden appearance of the foreign object.
"From the conversation just now, it seems that the organization I belong to has received the ultimatum from the Magic Association. Immediately, rebels appeared. The cleaning team that came to eradicate us - the cleaning team with specialized combat capabilities invaded this land. Grand Duke, they are invading your territory, so -"
"No need to say more, magician, please understand your position." The man called the Grand Duke stood up from the shadows and interrupted Danic's speech, "I am a Servant, please give the order, Master!"
Danik was slightly stunned, and then revealed a ferocious expression full of murderous intent:
"Destroy those intruders, Berserker!"
"Understood." Berserker's voice was also filled with murderous intent.