Scáthach blinked, taken aback by Izumi's casual suggestion.
Move the Land of Shadows?
The idea had never even crossed her mind.
Yet… the more she thought about it, the more feasible it became.
After all, the Land of Shadows had already been exiled beyond the boundaries of the world by Alaya and Gaia.
Whether it existed here or elsewhere hardly mattered.
And compared to the Type-Moon world, Izumi's world was—without exaggeration—far more vibrant, more vast, and teeming with possibilities.
Bringing the Land of Shadows there would not be a bad outcome at all.
With that realization settled, Scáthach nodded decisively.
"Then let us move it."
She rose to her feet, and without hesitation, began chanting.
"A city of shadows unknown to others."
"A city of shadows that belongs to me."
"Descend from the heavens and appear before me."
As her voice fell, a colossal shadow took form above Fuyuki.
The phantom image of the Land of Shadows—an entire kingdom suspended in the sky.
Then, under Scáthach's control, the massive projection shrank slowly—
compressed, compacted, and folded in upon itself—
—until it fit neatly into her hand.
Izumi stared at her blankly.
She literally grabbed it like a toy?!
That was allowed?!
Scáthach held the miniature world with casual ease and turned to Izumi.
"So. What comes next?"
"Your world—show it to me."
Izumi didn't bother answering verbally.
"Don't resist."
In the next moment, he swept Scáthach into the Pocket World under his ownership.
Upon arrival, Scáthach stood silent, taking in the vast landscape.
Magic density, conceptual stability, cosmological structure…
Her lips curled slightly.
"…This is an interesting place."
Without delay, she released the Land of Shadows.
What followed forcibly seized Izumi's attention.
The moment Scáthach's world began merging—
Izumi felt his own world's Cosmic Simulation accelerate.
"Huh?"
His eyes widened.
"Well, that's… intriguing."
The Land of Shadows was a self-contained mini-world, complete with mythology, conceptual rules, and residents.
By integrating it, Izumi's world was not simply expanding—
It was evolving.
And his power was climbing rapidly as a result.
He examined his status.
He was now uncomfortably close to breaking the Four-Digit threshold.
"…So this is basically devouring another world's cosmological system, isn't it?"
He chuckled.
A shady but undeniably efficient method of growth.
Hypothetically—
If he absorbed the entire Type-Moon World—
What would he become?
The idea was tempting.
But he immediately discarded it.
Alaya and Gaia would never willingly hand over their world.
Unless he used force.
But those two lolis would fight to their last breath.
And frankly, that sounded exhausting.
Slow and steady it is.
Besides, returning to the Type-Moon world was trivial for him now.
When integration completed, Scáthach frowned—not out of displeasure, but puzzlement.
"…I seem to have formed a connection with this world."
Izumi paused, then probed the link.
He understood instantly.
"Oh, you're right."
"Right now, our relationship is similar to Master and Servant."
"And additionally—"
He raised a brow, impressed.
"I can use your Noble Phantasms now."
Like a contract—
but entirely unpaid.
Scáthach's eyebrow twitched.
Was she just swindled?
A flicker of irritation surfaced—
—and then vanished.
She shrugged internally.
A minor loss. Not worth fretting over.
...
With the matter settled, Izumi returned to Tohsaka Rin's home, bringing Scáthach with him.
Everyone was waiting.
Izumi turned toward Altria Pendragon—this version born of a Lostbelt.
"You're coming to my world as well?"
Altria thought for a moment, then nodded.
"I can."
"But I will bring Camelot with me."
A new world was simply a change of scenery.
She lived in an anomaly already.
Why not migrate?
Le Fay practically jumped for joy.
"That's amazing!"
"Ancest— no, Altria-sama, please bring everyone!"
"My brother and our family will welcome you wholeheartedly!"
The girl was practically vibrating with excitement.
Izumi stared at her, expression deadpan.
She really believed Altria was her ancestor?
That was… a very specific delusion.
Still, he wasn't complaining.
Camelot was a welcome addition.
Altria didn't waste time.
She summoned the fortress-city and compressed it—
just as Scáthach had done.
Izumi guided her to set Camelot beside the Land of Shadows.
Two mythic kingdoms, standing side-by-side in his domain.
A sight that made him grin in satisfaction.
If he couldn't uproot entire worlds, he would simply steal them piece by piece.
Maybe, one day—
he'd even add Gensokyo.
The possibilities excited him.
And sure enough, with Camelot integrated—
his power jumped again.
Proof that his theory was sound:
Recruiting entities and worlds into his domain was a shortcut to rapid growth.
Once everything was taken care of, Izumi sent Illya and the others back to the Magical Girl World.
Kiritsugu accompanied them.
As for the child Gilgamesh, he chose to remain in Rin's timeline.
"It hardly matters where I go," he said casually.
"In the end, everything will merge anyway."
Cryptic as always.
...
After the farewells, Izumi turned to Rin—
and smiled. The kind of smile that made her skin crawl.
He stared at her long enough to make her nervous, then spoke:
"Well, Tohsaka Rin.
Be a good girl and become my maid."
"And here—"
He produced a maid uniform.
"Put this on."
Rin froze.
Her eyes darkened.
She wanted to die.
"Seriously…?"
This lunatic was actually serious?
She had lost a bet—
but this?!
Would she even be human by the end of the year?
Would she be a mother by then?!
Panic swelled. Despair blossomed.
Izumi laughed, clearly enjoying her suffering.
"Relax. I'm joking."
"You don't have to wear the maid outfit."
"But you are doing housework from now on."
His expression softened.
"Anyway—
it's time to return."
Rin exhaled in relief.
Then, weary but determined, she answered:
"Fine."
"But give me a legal identity there."
"I want to attend your school."
There was so much she could learn—
in a world where "magic" openly existed.
Dangerous, yes.
But promising.
Izumi didn't hesitate.
"Done."
"A trivial matter."
Rin nodded, expression complicated.
Adventure, humiliation, opportunity—
Her one-year sentence had officially begun.