There were no excessive words spoken.
In fact, there were too many things to say.
Once they started talking, words would flow out one after another. Both Moran and Mordred were like this.
For example, asking how Britain was after her death, whether everything was going well in the Inner Sea of the Planet, and whether Artoria and the others moved on without her future…
Most importantly, had she seen a beautiful future?
Did the death of the Pure Knight hold any value?
These questions could not all be asked at once; they were things he would have to discuss thoroughly with Mordred later.
At this moment, the emotions were expressed through actions.
The once rebellious knight, in this moment, removed her helmet, revealing a beautiful face that was forever radiant.
As she shed tears, she seemed to find a safe harbor.
She leaped into Moran's embrace.
"Father… I miss you so much…"
"Yes, I've been thinking about you too, Mordred. From the very beginning, the heroic spirit summoning method I established was for personal desires. No matter what, I wanted to see you again."
Moran reached out to wipe the tears from the girl's face.
His tone was filled with deep emotion.
Until now, the Holy Grail had little effect on Moran, but the stage of the Holy Grail War was what he needed.
In the simulations, all the beloved ones he encountered.
They were all whom he wanted to see again.
And this grand ceremony served as a place for their reunion, allowing them to meet again on this fantastical stage.
"However, you've become a knight who can stand on your own. Relying on me like this is not acceptable."
"Well, that has nothing to do with wanting to stay by your side! Even if someone says something, I can take them down in no time!"
"That's a very Mordred-like violent statement."
"Hmph, I am who I am~!"
Mordred proudly lifted her head.
She had the demeanor of a domineering figure ready to conquer the world with her sword.
Tokiomi and Irisviel arrived.
They deduced from the armor on Mordred and the undeniable magical aura that this knight was indeed the summoned Servant.
"Who would have thought that merely relying on the seals left by the Fuyuki Holy Grail would complete the reverse construction of the heroic spirit summoning method? Such a technique, perhaps we would spend decades without comprehending it…"
Tokiomi could only express his awe for the miraculous.
At this point, he no longer felt envy.
Instead, he regarded it as a miracle.
He had come to see Moran as a being comparable to that wizard marshal, nearly incomparable in caliber.
"Magus, don't compare your mediocre skills with my father! The heroic spirit summoning method is nothing to scoff at, right?"
Mordred crossed her arms proudly.
Indeed, as she said.
For magi of the caliber of Morgan and Moran, the ritual of summoning heroic spirits is not particularly difficult.
Even Mordred herself can do it.
Although her abilities in the field of magecraft are not on par with the two, she completely overwhelms modern magi.
"Father… Sir…?"
Irisviel felt puzzled and tilted her head.
She did not understand what Mordred was saying.
"Ahem…"
The sharp Moran sensed something was off.
As soon as Mordred heard that familiar cough, her gaze focused on Moran and Irisviel.
A look of helplessness and speechlessness appeared on her face.
She was somewhat prepared for this.
After not seeing each other for a long time, she noticed that another stunningly beautiful woman had appeared beside Moran.
Even Morgan had once teased.
This flirtatious man was never short of women around him.
She had long known from her mother Morgan about Moran's infatuations, but who could blame Moran for being so deeply affectionate?
"Hey? From this aura, are you an artificial human?"
"Eh, eh… Yes, yes…!?"
Irisviel felt somewhat flustered.
Seeing Mordred suddenly close the distance with her, the confusion that had just surfaced in her mind shifted.
The problem was thus easily resolved.
Mordred and Irisviel began to chat.
As fellow artificial humans, they had many topics to discuss.
Although Mordred knew about Moran's infatuation issues, she still respected and liked him.
Having such a caring daughter was truly heartwarming for Moran.
"Wow? From the residual aura of the summoning ritual, it seems to have succeeded. And the little girl from the Einzbern family, I see, it's the Third Magic…"
Just as everyone was in a harmonious atmosphere.
A solemn and steady elderly voice echoed in the vast hollow.
Mordred turned her head immediately.
Her gaze fixed on the old man standing on the high slope, her instincts telling her that this guy was not to be trifled with.
"Who is that!?"
Tokiomi felt he had been shocked countless times.
He felt like he needed to carry a pacemaker with him.
The old man appearing before him was someone he absolutely could not fail to recognize as the head of the Tohsaka family.
"Wow? The descendant of Tohsaka is also here?"
"You are the Grand Duke based on the stone and contract, the master of the magic path—Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg!"
In an instant, Tokiomi felt dry-mouthed.
He was so excited that he couldn't stop trembling.
He had only learned about this ancestor, who had taught the Tohsaka family magecraft, through the stories of his ancestors.
Although records about this ancestor were pitifully scarce.
However, Nagato Tohsaka had stored his memories of Zelretch, allowing future generations to know of his grandeur.
The Second Magic was known throughout the mage's world.
He was almost regarded as a living legend.
"Ha, the descendant of the Tohsaka family, I once assigned you a task regarding jewel magecraft. How did that go?"
"This… my ancestor…"
"Ah, it has been hundreds of years, and you Tohsaka people are so talentless? It is truly disappointing that the skills I taught remain uncomprehended to this day."
Zelretch shook his head and sighed.
He had once opened a school to teach students jewel magecraft, and Tokiomi's ancestor, Nagato Tohsaka, was one of the apprentices.
At that time, Zelretch had left a homework assignment.
He wanted Nagato Tohsaka to complete this simple after-class task, which was to forge a jewel sword.
There was no time limit, no method restrictions, just create it.
The jewel sword was the pinnacle of magical armaments limited by the Second Magic. It could share and utilize infinite parallel world source magecraft. It was nearly equivalent to a legendary ultimate weapon.
"You have completed the basic course I taught. Now, go and create the jewel sword."
The old man seemed to have said something unreasonable.
Thus, Nagato Tohsaka was destined by Zelretch to walk this path until the end.
The Tohsaka family had aimed for this for hundreds of years.
Zelretch felt that this generation of students was truly useless, merely forging their own exclusive magical armament.
How could they not even accomplish such a small task?