"ORT!? Isn't that the Great Spider that only exists in legends and hasn't been proven to exist…!"
Irisviel finally heard something she could understand.
Throughout the entire conversation between Moran and Zelretch, she had only caught the attention-grabbing term "ORT" from the jumble of unclear words.
Tokiomi felt that he shouldn't have eavesdropped on the ancestors' conversation.
The amount of information in their words was too overwhelming.
His face had almost turned into a bitter melon, and his heart was struggling to bear such pressure.
He had originally thought the world was so vast.
But after listening to Moran and Zelretch's conversation, he felt that the next moment could bring about the end of the world.
This was not a topic that mere mortals could involve themselves in.
People like Irisviel and Tokiomi, who were the pillars of their families, could not possibly be unaware of the Great Spider.
Although, saying that, ORT in the magical world was more like a ghost story passed down among magi.
In the year before Christ, extraterrestrial beings from the South American universe.
Anyone who got close to it would be killed in an instant. No magus could return alive after stepping into its domain.
Especially most noble magi in their childhood.
They had all heard terrifying stories about the Great Spider from their elders—if you didn't sleep at night, the Great Spider would start eating you from your head.
It was a magus's version of a horror legend.
It sounded extremely absurd.
Even as grown magi delved deep into the magical world, they could not deny the reality of the Great Spider.
Zelretch not participating in the Holy Grail War was also due to his own considerations.
"This Holy Grail War is vastly different from the past. One of the dark figures has some connections with me. That's why I can't intervene.
The more intruders there are, the happier that guy will be—he's such a monster—François Prelati. Oh, his current name should be Francesca."
Zelretch mentioned another name.
He informed Moran of this information before the war began, allowing his senior brother to better prepare against the Great Spider issue.
In theory, as long as one does not participate in the Holy Grail War,
out-of-bounds assistance should not be a problem.
Francesca.
Moran, who has information from the Moon World, is very clear.
This guy is someone who has survived since the Hundred Years' War between England and France, and is also one of the hidden figures in the Holy Grail War of Snowfield City.
He is a pure pleasure-seeker.
"When you participate in the Holy Grail War, just be wary of these few people, and the outcome shouldn't turn out too badly. I can only be an outsider, looking for the best seat to see what happens. I ended up saying so much without realizing it, and there's still a lot I want to talk about…"
Zelretch paused at this point.
Tokiomi, who was beside him, reacted.
He adjusted his attire and demeanor, filled with respect and caution as if meeting a king.
"Masters, if you wish to discuss further, we can move to the Tohsaka residence, where I will prepare a more suitable place for you both."
"The kid from the Tohsaka family, I thought you were planning to let us continue chatting in this pitch-black place. Although your qualifications are average, your character is commendable. Let's do as you suggested."
Zelretch nodded in approval.
Reuniting with his fellow disciples wouldn't be a simple matter; he had many things he wanted to discuss with Moran.
Moran had no objections either.
Both of them had plenty of time, and they treated the Tohsaka residence as a temporary resting place.
Tokiomi felt immensely honored.
To host two masters in his home like this was a fortune that no previous head of the Tohsaka family had ever experienced.
He sent out a familiar in advance to instruct at home.
They must receive the two masters with the highest standards of hospitality.
"Although they are a group of unworthy disciples, they still have their merits. I just wonder when my task, which has been laid out for hundreds of years, will be completed by the Tohsaka family."
"You really are reckless, just handing over the Second Magic and jewel magecraft to others and expecting them to learn it. It's no wonder people say you waste your disciples."
"Hahaha, isn't magecraft just like that? It has nothing to do with bloodline talent; it's all about fate."
Moran couldn't help but tease Zelretch.
This guy never considered whether his disciples could handle it.
He naturally assumed that what he could do, his disciples should be able to do as well.
Thus, he assigned homework that was quite detached and filled with his own expectations, leading to despair among the disciples facing the courses and assignments, with only a few not being wasted.
Each of these brothers had their own shortcomings.
"By the way, are you planning to take the Tohsaka children as your disciples? I think this is the first time I've seen you take a student."
Zelretch observed the world slightly again.
He briefly understood the information about the Tohsaka family.
He knew what had happened in the Tohsaka family before he arrived and saw that Moran intended to take Rin and Sakura as his disciples.
"Well, those two girls have talent. I dare say that even when faced with your demanding assignments, they have a chance of completing them. Your assignments might be completed in this generation."
Moran walked ahead with his hands behind his back.
His words piqued Zelretch's interest.
Although he was helpless about the Tohsaka family's dullness, Zelretch had always recognized their efforts.
Regarding this visit to the Tohsaka family,
the old man also became interested.
Moran and the others arrived at the Tohsaka residence.
They were treated with the highest standards of hospitality, with Tokiomi leading the way to welcome the two and wash away the dust. The entire process was filled with noble elegance, and even Zelretch couldn't find fault.
Mordred accompanied Moran to take a seat.
Although she had received information upon descending into the world, she was still full of curiosity about everything in the present world.
Finally, they arrived at the disciple-taking segment.
"Sakura, Rin, from now on, this man will be your master.
You must regard him as someone more important than me; he will guide you on the path of magecraft and lead you into a glorious future."
Tokiomi gently patted the heads of the two girls.
With warmth, his tone was also extremely serious.
How lucky it is to have a magus as a master.
Even Tokiomi couldn't help but feel a bit envious of his daughters, but he knew he didn't have that talent.
"Um…"
Rin clearly felt a bit troubled.
She didn't expect the person who had previously made her father uncomfortable
would actually become her master.