"Impossible, why?! Why would our calculations have such an error?"
The Demon God was still trying to struggle. Giving up casually was not in their nature. Similarly, the incomprehension and unwillingness in his heart made them not want to declare their failure just like that. Don't understand, don't understand! In those countless calculations, there was no such ending. In those countless calculations, the Court Mage before them had never appeared.
Why did an existence that shouldn't appear show up in this place, becoming the key to turning the entire battle around, and the key to making him fail so easily?
Merlin straightened his back. When facing the British Royal Family, he would show due humility. But at other times, as the Court Mage of Britain, he also had his own pride. Facing the Demon God's questioning before him, he could also straighten his back and answer directly.
Everyone was a long-lived species. Strictly speaking, he was still an existence with life, while the Demon God before him was merely composed of magecraft, akin to a highly intelligent electronic computer. Although he, Merlin, didn't understand the human heart, he appreciated everything created by the stories written by humans. Regardless of whether the story was beautiful or filthy, he would choose to watch over it, while constantly learning and simulating human life and emotional patterns.
Although when conversing with others, everyone might feel that Merlin didn't show his true feelings and there was always a sense of alienation, he was sorry about that. Merlin was indeed trying his best to imitate humans. No matter what, for an existence without a human heart to be willing to try their best to imitate humans, praising him a little would be fine.
"What? You don't understand why you failed? Because you are not human, you don't understand the miracles created by humans. Although I am an Incubus, I often view myself as human too. Being willing to believe that humans will create a more beautiful future... Viewing yourselves as gods, deciding to create a new world, and denying the shining points of this world—that is the biggest difference between you and me."
Merlin raised his head slightly, looking at the Demon God before him. "Presumably, even now you don't understand why humans could win this battle relying on shining points you can barely see. If you don't understand, then so be it. After returning to the universe, you still have a long time to think and grow. As long-lived species, we will meet again one day."
The aura on the Demon God's body was still chaotic; he was still struggling. At this moment, the 72 consciousnesses within the body also began to make their own choices. Some thought returning to that man's body didn't matter; some prepared to enter a dormant state directly; some decided to start thinking and researching why they failed and what kind of existence humans were.
And some decided to flee. No matter what, they wanted to escape from this current body, severing the connection between them and the medium. Even if they had to forcibly take root in this world, within the heart of a certain human, it would be fine. They didn't want to go to that endless universe, drifting endlessly for God knows how long, like being locked in a cage.
Although being inside that man's body provided a sense of security for them, this security was not enough to make some slightly agitated Demon Gods stay in the endless universe.
After all, in these 3,000 years, they already understood their other companions well enough. In the future, perhaps they would drift for tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of years. At that time, even if there were 72 of them in total, so what? They would still collapse and go mad, unless they chose to merge and rearrange magic formulas with magic formulas to give birth to new consciousnesses and forms.
But to some extent, after dismantling and recombining, would the newly born existences still be them? Probably few Demon Gods would make such a choice.
However, the actions of these few Demon Gods who wanted to escape did not go smoothly. Seeming to sense that some magic formulas wanted to slip away, Da Vinci injected magical energy into her Noble Phantasm again. Like invisible shackles, she trapped all the Demon Gods completely within this body. "I said, I have already calculated your arrangement patterns and the approximate situation of every magic formula!"
Da Vinci pushed up the glasses on her face, her expression full of confidence. "Although I don't understand the specific situation of each of your individual entities in detail, it is impossible for you to break through the confinement I set in a short time. At least within one day, there is no way to break through! I stake my title as the Universal Genius on it!"
To be safe, Aslan still used Fairy Letters to outline rune after rune, and only then raised the Holy Sword in his hand. Decades had passed since he was pushed directly down from the Tower of Paradise to the surface of the planet. After this, he could finally truly start his retirement life.
With the falling of the golden Holy Sword, the accidents of this Holy Grail War could finally be declared over. The terrifying magical energy pressure that had permeated this place also began to dissipate gradually. At least the magi who had gathered here upon hearing that the world was about to end felt their bodies lighten involuntarily.
So now, there was one last small question: to whom should the victory of this Holy Grail War belong?
Napoleon was the first to wave his hand. He was now an arrow at the end of its flight; before long, he would dissipate on his own unless he signed a contract with another magus. But to be honest, he didn't have the desire to continue fighting anymore.
As for Kiritsugu, he considered that he could no longer achieve final victory in this Holy Grail War. In that case, what he should do was indeed to build a good relationship with the people of Antarctica, and then ask Aslan to make a new body for his daughter for the sake of their favor. Sigma naturally wouldn't participate alone. Moreover, Mandricardo didn't think he could win against King Arthur. As for that Universal Person... he probably couldn't defeat her either.
Morgan shrugged her shoulders. "It's rare to catch up on old times in this Holy Grail War; for me, that's enough."
As the Great Witch of Britain, she had her pride. If her goals and ideals couldn't be achieved relying on her own abilities, it would be too loss of face for a great beauty. Moreover, her younger sister wouldn't blame her for withdrawing from the Holy Grail War. So, the winner of this Holy Grail War... No, if they really fought, the outcome would be unknown. Accurately speaking, the winner (person granted the wish) of this Holy Grail War had finally been selected.
Congratulations to Marisbury for finally escaping the title of "poverty-stricken household."