"Okay, connection complete."
Moran placed one hand on the ground.
His unique skill, Guardian Dragon of the Nation, could directly connect to the ley lines.
He had learned from Solomon in the field of the soul, and spiritual evocation was also one of his specialties.
Connecting to the ley lines increased control over the land.
Although the Third Holy Grail War had caused Fuyuki City to lose the Greater Grail's foundation, traces of the past still remained here.
As long as the traces were filled with content, recreating the Heroic Spirit summoning formula was not difficult for Moran.
Tokiomi watched in stunned silence.
He only saw Moran placing his hand on the ground as if communicating with something, but he couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation.
The only thing he could perceive was a physical sensation.
A vibration like the movement of the earth's crust was constantly being transmitted.
Something was changing.
At some point, Moran took out the Golden Magic Sword.
Just its presence in this space was enough to plunge the Great Cavern into a magical realm. Tokiomi stared intently at the magic sword, his eyes stinging.
His intuition constantly issued warnings.
He must not stare at that sword any longer.
"Using my blood as a sacrifice, relying on my sword as a backbone, to recreate the ancient formula—that should be about right."
Moran cut his wrist with the Golden Magic Sword.
The content he chose was his own blood.
Every drop of blood contained the principle of the Ancestor.
There was no mystery in Fuyuki City that could match it. Using it as the content was the best choice.
"Ugh... what exactly is this...!?"
Tokiomi tightly gripped the Jewel Staff.
He gazed at the blood spreading outward from Moran.
The blood threads, extremely rich in vitality, extended outward like weaving a net. In the blink of an eye, it covered the cavern, forming a formula.
Its magic and mystery made it impossible for Tokiomi to understand.
Moreover, the terrifying aura contained in the blood made his biological instincts feel chills down his spine.
It was like facing a Phantasmal Beast of the Age of Gods.
Afterward, Moran inserted the Golden Magic Sword into the center of the magic circle, as if using it as a medium to fix the formation eye.
With this, the preparation of the formula was successfully completed.
"Iris, can you learn anything?"
"Ugh, Moran, you're making things difficult for people! I didn't understand it from the first step! It's too reckless to use your own blood as a medium! This isn't some kind of black magic!?"
"Hahaha, I'm confident in myself, that's why I chose to use my own blood as a medium. I'm a little special."
Irisviel couldn't analyze this ritual.
At least, it was definitely not modern magecraft.
Regarding magecraft that uses blood as a foundation, Tokiomi and Irisviel could only think of black magic.
However, Moran's formula was extremely sacred and solemn.
It didn't have the slightest shadow of black magic.
"That's about it for this step. Next is the final important part. That being said, it's just to trick the Throne of Heroes."
Moran wasn't actually sure how high the success rate was.
The operating principle of the formula was very simple.
It was to use the imprint foundation left by the Greater Grail, coupled with the magical power bonus of the local ley lines, and try to connect to the Throne of Heroes that was independent of the world, also known as the Boundary Recording Belt.
Normal Holy Grail Wars summon Servants by letting them know that there is a Holy Grail to be contended for here.
Otherwise, no bait, no fish.
This was to attract Servants to arrive in the present world.
Moran replaced the Holy Grail with his own blood, and packaged it with the mystique of the Golden Magic Sword and the Ancestor's Blood.
Its density could mislead Servants into thinking it was the Holy Grail.
Next, what was needed was a spirit medium for the Servant to possess. This could be solved by connecting to the ley lines.
Command Spells were a minor issue.
For a Magician like him, constructing a contract was not difficult.
"But, can I actually summon them..."
Moran's face showed complex thoughts.
All of his preparations above were for binding unfamiliar Servants.
If he summoned someone he knew, then he wouldn't need the above steps at all.
Moran was just uncertain whether he could summon the many acquaintances he had met in the simulations.
No one told him the simulation records.
Whether it was really engraved on the Throne of Heroes.
This was not the simulator's responsibility.
It simply helped him conduct simulations, rather than helping him observe things in reality.
"Oh well, how would I know if I don't try."
Moran discarded useless thoughts.
Anyway, this was just a lossless attempt.
Failure would only mean a loss of blood nutrients.
"Proclaim—Thy body is under my command, and my fate is entrusted to thy sword. If you are willing to follow the beckoning of the Holy Grail, obey this reason and this meaning, then answer me—"
Moran began to chant solemnly.
An inexplicable pleasure rose from the bottom of his heart.
Speaking of which, this was the first time he had come to the Type-Moon world and tried to summon a Heroic Spirit as a Master.
This necessary link had to be savored.
The Holy Grail in his words was purely a fictional scam.
He didn't care who the incoming Heroic Spirit was. Moran just wanted to confirm whether he could achieve a summoning.
The blood patterns covering the Great Cavern constantly flickered.
Like a throbbing heart.
The magical circle was centered on Moran, while Irisviel and Tokiomi watched with bated breath.
They were witnessing a magnificent and wonderful ritual.
Taking their eyes away for even a second would be a great loss.
At the same time, in a space independent of the world.
Black and light spots were the colors here.
In the center of a vast, completely spherical room dyed the color of the night sky, floated a wooden chair.
If one only looked at the appearance of the chair, it could indeed be called luxurious, but the color of the wood used as the material had a unique flavor, and one would not feel the tiresome sense of luxury.
A man with a solemn aura surpassing that of the chair leaned heavily on the back of the chair and made a creaking sound.
"Ugh..."
If this room was regarded as a microcosm of the universe, then the man sitting on the chair in the center was exuding an atmosphere befitting the master of that space.
He was Zelretch, the Jeweled Sword Zelretch.
Although the wrinkles carved on his face made one feel the passage of time, his eyes were still full of spirit, making the man look about ten years younger.
"...This axis is wrong... This polarization line is completely ruined... Oh, this editing is really good... No, it's too bad. The Great Spider will awaken, it will take another hundred years to deal with it."
Zelretch's hand slid in mid-air, and the celestial bodies reflected on the surrounding walls began to rotate.
The rotation of the celestial bodies stopped halfway.
He showed a surprised expression.
"What's going on—a Heroic Spirit summoning formula? Someone is mobilizing the Greater Grail foundation imprints left in Fuyuki? Who is doing this?"