No matter how one looked at it, this was too shocking.
According to Tokiomi's understanding, the Third Magic, Materialization of the Soul, had not yet been realized in the Holy Grail War of Fuyuki City.
The Einzbern family had already welcomed it back?
It was not a matter of giving up, but rather, they had achieved it!?
Initially, Tokiomi thought that the Einzbern family, like the Matou family, had chosen to abandon the pursuit of past ideals.
In the end, he was the one left behind.
A clear sense of disparity arose.
It felt as if a companion who had always followed behind him had suddenly surpassed him in an instant.
Tokiomi had this feeling.
"Welcome back, what does this mean? Do you no longer need the Greater Holy Grail? Or have you found a way to achieve the Third Magic outside of the Greater Holy Grail?"
Tokiomi simply could not understand.
The Einzbern had struggled for over a thousand years without achieving the Third Magic; how could they fulfill their long-held wish in such a short time now?
If that were the case.
The Tohsaka family's insistence on reaching the Root, compared to this, would seem like a joke.
Tokiomi found it hard to comprehend and difficult to accept.
"It's quite simple. The Einzbern have welcomed back their original master. Tohsaka, you should understand what this means, right?"
"You mean the original… master of the Einzbern…"
Tokiomi paused and murmured.
He recalled the history of the Einzbern.
After all, the Einzbern were the creations of past magi, products of the apprentices of the founder of the Third Magic.
"The Third Magician… that legend… no… if it really is that person… this does make sense… but…"
Tokiomi quickly processed this information.
Compared to the Einzbern finding a means to recreate the Third Magic in such a short time, this was clearly more acceptable to him.
However, the shock was equally significant.
The return and reappearance of the Third Magician would bring unimaginable turmoil to the world of mage's; no one could fathom it.
"Alright, let's return to the initial question. Tohsaka, who is the man beside me that you mentioned? Do I need to remind you again?"
Irisviel felt playful and winked.
Her joyful gaze flicked towards Moran.
Moran, who had been silently watching, smiled slightly; this girl even knew how to create a buzz for him.
She put on a "praise me, praise me" expression.
No matter how much she tried to act elegant and dignified.
Irisviel could never hide that childlike heart that wanted to play in front of Moran.
"The Third… Magician…"
Tokiomi's eyes widened in an instant.
A feeling akin to cardiac arrest surged through him.
He could not imagine that the man he had overlooked was a magus, let alone that he was the true master of the current guests.
Tokiomi never considered himself perfect.
But he had the confidence to strive for improvement.
Yet, this mistake was too glaring.
The existence of the Third Magician need not be elaborated upon; its significance was on par with the ancestral jewel of the Tohsaka family.
No one is perfect; everyone will make mistakes eventually.
He, a mere mortal, could not perceive the true nature of a magician.
The important thing was how to accept one's mistakes.
"You don't need to worry too much; it's just that my Irisviel is too playful. She wanted to show off a bit.
I have never revealed my identity, and no one knows of my existence. I came here uninvited. So, Tokiomi, you need not feel guilty for your rudeness."
"No, it is my training that is still far from enough. If I could deepen my training, I surely wouldn't be so clumsy."
Tokiomi placed his hands on his knees.
He lowered his head in front of the astonished gazes of the servants.
This was undoubtedly the greatest apology the head of the Tohsaka family could express to a guest in this residence.
The other party was a person of equal stature to the ancestor, and Tokiomi trusted that the Einzbern could not be faking this.
The man before him was undoubtedly the Third Magician.
Thus, such feelings of guilt and apology were entirely justified.
"Alright. I have seen nobles like you in the distant past. I suppose, even if I don't mind, you probably can't get over this hurdle yourself."
Moran shook his head, unable to suppress a smile.
He was well aware of such correctness-seeking individuals.
The greatest enemy of such people is themselves.
Even if everyone says it's not his fault, Tokiomi would likely still whip himself with the highest standards.
Tokiomi Tohsaka was definitely not a genius.
In Moran's eyes, his qualifications as a magus were rather mediocre. However, his character was indeed something that even someone like Moran could not help but regard with admiration.
No matter when or where, one must maintain composure and elegance—
Tokiomi had always faithfully practiced the family motto of the Tohsaka.
If one demands perfect results, one must accumulate twenty times the training before proceeding. His strengths lay in complete self-discipline and a steadfast will to restrain himself.
He adhered to the past and held himself to strict standards.
Moran found such a person to be quite precious.
If one cannot even remember the past, what kind of brilliant and dazzling future can one achieve now?
"Tokiomi Tohsaka, you are a good person. It's just that nobles like you are becoming increasingly rare these days; it's a pity."
Moran held an appreciative attitude towards Tokiomi.
Although before he came to the Moon World, the most he heard was "It's all Tokiomi's fault."
But in reality, Tokiomi was just a person.
He was not a god who could know everything.
That's why he would do his utmost to make things as good as possible within his capabilities.
Even if he had to adopt his daughter to another magical family, he believed that she would find happiness in the future.
After all, his daughter had such magical talent.
As long as she didn't end up in some evil or demonic magical family, her situation wouldn't be too bad.
Now it seemed, Tokiomi was just unfortunate.
His only flaw was the Tohsaka family's inherited focus on the big picture, which unexpectedly led him to overlook the details.
Thus, while the vision was beautiful, the results always fell short on key issues.
Fortunately, there was no so-called Matou family in this world.
The land on that hillside, which originally belonged to the Makiri family, had long been acquired by the Tohsaka many years ago.
Now, Fuyuki was dominated solely by the Tohsaka family.
"Before discussing serious matters, let me briefly introduce myself. Speaking of which, you should be familiar with this surname; my current name is—Moran Edelfelt."
Moran crossed his legs and propped his chin on one hand.
He looked at Tokiomi with an amused smile and revealed his name in reality.