Origami didn't understand. If everything was a trap, then the best option was to run.
(Because she's not the only one lying. We are too—and she knows it.)
Yuki wasn't stupid. The Garden of Eden and the name Adam made it clear. Type-Moon knew about him, which was why everything had been prepared.
And it was true that he was part of history. Ever since he became a "King" in the World of Guilty Crown and Mana (Inori) became Eve, Yuki had become the progenitor of a new race of humans.
So it would be more accurate to say that he was Adam, the father of Humanity.
Just as expected from the will of a high-level World.
[All the more reason to leave.]
Origami didn't move her finger from the holographic screen's button. If Alaya knew they were lying, then there was nothing they could do.
(No. That's a good thing.)
Yuki thought differently. Since both sides were lying, things became easier.
The will of the World surely wanted a story, and Yuki wanted his Heart.
All he had to do was use lies to deceive with the truth.
(For now, I'll keep up my facade.)
[Darling, what if we never obtain the Holy Grail?]
Miku was worried that this Mother of all might keep them trapped in an endless cycle and never hand over the Heart, but that didn't concern Yuki.
(She'll show it. She has to. She knows I'm lying, and she knows it's good bait. That's perfect, because it won't escape my Throne...)
[Understood: We'll take it.]
[Kukuku, just as expected of my man! Worthy of being the partner of the Daughters of the Hurricane!]
The Yamai sisters smiled. It was a good plan—distract with lies, and when the Heart appeared, Requiem wouldn't let it go. It would find it, and its chains would lock down the entire World. At that point, Gaia and Alaya would have no choice but to hand over their Heart. Never underestimate a cosmic weapon. Even incomplete, it could give them a serious headache...
[But... will it really happen?]
Natsumi still wasn't convinced.
(Of course. As spectators, everyone wants to see the conclusion... and that's where we'll defeat her. We'll use History against her... because I will control the Script, and I know she'll enjoy it... Hehehe. I hope she does. For now, we need to squeeze out more—much more...)
[Hahaha.]
[Kukuku.]
Yuki has no destiny, and the will of the World doesn't control him—but he can control the story. From the moment he arrived in this World, everything fell into uncertainty.
There was no way to know what would happen next....
With that in mind, Yuki and the Spirits laughed.
"Humans don't interest me. They can all die if necessary..."
Yuki opened his eyes and dismissed Alaya's false protection. In response, she lowered her head, her eyes moist.
(Tsk, crocodile tears...)
Yuki mocked her inwardly. What a great actress...
"Please, my child... I'm desperate..."
"Tsk..."
Yuki clicked his tongue and turned his head, pretending to be weak to her tenderness. Inside, all of his Spirits were clicking their tongues as well—even Yoshino.
"My baby..."
"Shut up! I won't be anyone's Servant!...."
"But baby...."
"I already said no!...."
Alaya cursed inwardly. Just as expected of a Champion—the rebellious child of the World. Forcing him wouldn't work, and trying to move him with tenderness didn't seem effective either.
But that was only natural. A Champion isn't a Hero. They don't move unless they want to. With tears in her eyes, Alaya had no choice but to play her ace.
"What if I can help with your broken soul?"
"Wha—?!"
Yuki nearly jumped in shock. She had to know that even the Gods couldn't do anything about his soul. He had almost given up on healing it, since finding its fragments scattered across the multiverse was impossible—not to mention the ones that had vanished...
Then Alaya pulled out a small light from her pocket. It floated from her hands toward Yuki...
Pumm, pumm, pumm.
Yuki's Heart began to beat, and when the light touched his body, it was absorbed....
Changes rippled through the Spirit World. One of the cracks in the Crown that protects the World closed, and the Castle of the Sky lit up, swallowing the light.
There was no doubt about it.
This was a fragment of his soul...
Type-Moon was well prepared—even possessing part of his soul. Yuki wanted to know what else this World was hiding, but he knew now wasn't the time.
"A gift? That's rare coming from a capricious Mother...."
Yuki sneered. That gift was already far too generous, so he played his role—and it worked. Alaya was roaring inside, her beloved child still not satisfied.
It had to be said—they were well matched. Both the Champion and the will of the World were headaches.
Champions, having a capricious mother who fantasized about using them for her story, would leave without hesitation. Yet they loved her too much, becoming her last line of defense, saving her when everyone else failed.
A will of the World with a rebellious, disobedient child it couldn't control—yet one it loved so deeply it would fulfill every wish, just to keep him within its interior...
"But I accept your sincerity...."
"Thank you, my child...."
Alaya was delighted. Her eyes lit up, and she smiled happily. The hardest part was over. Now, all that remained was to enjoy the story...
"But I will judge whether humans are worth my time.... If they disappoint me, I will eliminate them myself...."
Yuki's cold gaze sent a jolt through Alaya. Her child, acting as a Ruler, was so alluring...
She barely restrained herself—her saliva, her desire to possess him. But she knew Gaia was watching. If she made a move, Gaia would stop her, and her entire act would be meaningless.
So she suppressed her urges and lowered her head.
"Yes... my child... do as you wish...."
Worthy of being the most beloved child of the World, Alaya didn't hesitate to sell out her other children—humanity. Instead, she was eager to see her child slaughter them all...
Champions had done it before—erasing all life to save the World. And honestly, to Alaya and Gaia, watching such a rare story unfold was a feast. Champions are saviors and villains. They can be both, or neither. Rules don't apply to them, and that is why the World clings to them with everything it has.
Still entranced by Yuki's presence, Alaya unconsciously raised her hand, and a portal appeared. She feared that if Yuki kept looking at her like an insect, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from hugging him.
"Go, my child.... Do what you believe is right...."
"Hmph...."
Radiating coldness, Yuki—still seated upon his Throne—was swallowed by the portal. He had felt the mage's call.
Sub-World Fate: Apocrypha
Romania, Yggdmillennia Family Castle...
The Yggdmillennia are a unique family of magi, one that takes in other families rather than maintaining a single bloodline. Though they possess a long history, they are not a family of Lords.
A family with such impure blood was expected to vanish from the Clock Tower after five generations.
And like all magi, their desire to reach the Root was equal to—or greater than—that of others.
Unable to accept the disappearance of his family, the head of the Yggdmillennia Family, Darnic Prestone Yggdmillennia, participated in the Third Holy Grail War of Fuyuki as a Master, supposedly aiding the Nazis in achieving their own goals. He was fortunate that the situation had devolved into extreme chaos due to the Einzbern, who had played dirty and broken the rules of the war.
Darnic's Servant, Lancer, fought to the death against the Einzbern Servant, Ruler.
The Third Holy Grail War ended without a definitive victor, and the exhausted Einzbern, Tohsaka, and Makiri families had no means to stop Darnic and the German Nazis.
He discovered the location of the Greater Grail and, with the power of the Nazi army at his back, plundered it.
He betrayed the Nazis just as the Grail was about to be transported to Germany—intentionally routing the transport through Trifas, then killing every mage and soldier who had fought alongside him.
In the end, the main details concerning the Grail vanished without a trace.
From that point on, days of investigation and political maneuvering followed. Before The Association, Darnic pretended that the Yggdmillennia clan was content with its role as a receptacle for magi who had abandoned the school.