Type-Moon: The Human Love Simulator [146] [DDD!]

December Double Drop!

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[Would you like to load the template: King of Gold – Suren?]

[Note: Templates can be stacked. An update is required.]

[If not stacking, please dismantle the Saint – Kaelar template first.]

"Tch! If stacking is possible, why even bother asking? Of course, I want both! Don't waste my time with such a dumb question!"

Su Kai responded absentmindedly, his mind still lingering on the resplendent glory of the Age of Gods in ancient Greece.

But the things of the Age of Gods will inevitably drift further away.

To Su Kai, the root of all these problems was simple: he was too weak. Whether it was the collective will of the two Counter Forces or the saviors of the Chaldea Security Organization, he could solve neither of them—not perfectly, not permanently.

He still needed simulations, more stacking, and continued refinement.

"One day, I will create a golden era where everyone is happy—not just in Greece, but salvation for all humankind."

With resolute determination, he declared, "Simulator, load the template!"

[Updating template data. Please wait...]

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The templates were a path to rediscovering his true self—a fragment of Suren's power preserved within human history, retrieved by the omnipotent wish-granting machine, the supreme simulator.

Every time he loaded a template, he relived that power, revisiting moments when his true self shone brightly.

To simulate one life was to embody one lifetime's great wish. To simulate a hundred lives was to carry a hundred lifetimes' obsessions.

Suren's lingering obsession… one he could neither let go of nor forget.

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Su Kai woke with a jolt from his dream.

His cheek felt cold.

Was I… crying?

Why would I shed tears? For humanity? Or for my unattainable dream?

Is it my lingering humanity? Or the lamentable fate I bear?

Salvation for humanity was far from complete—there was no room for such emotions as sadness.

The trials of the Age of Gods in Greece had steeled Suren's will beyond measure. Even if he failed a hundred times, it would not shatter his determination.

He tried to raise an arm to wipe his cheek but found himself unable to move.

"Huh? What's going on?"

A wave of confusion struck him. Even in ancient Greece, when he had sat upon the Golden Throne and transformed the world into a Lostbelt, his body had never been this restrained. At least one hand had always been free.

He tried to move his limbs but found them impossibly heavy, as though something had tightly bound him.

"...Mm~"

A soft sound drew his attention.

From beneath the blanket, a golden-haired head with an ahoge poked out.

"Nero?! My door was locked! How did you even get in here?"

Su Kai instantly recognized the girl who could easily pass as Artoria's twin, with her ahoge and blonde hair—Nero Claudius herself.

While her emerald-green eyes and slightly shorter, thicker ahoge set her apart from Artoria, it was unmistakably her.

"Mm~ Did you have a nightmare, Su Kai?" Nero asked, her warm, delicate hand brushing away the tears from his cheek—the very gesture he had tried to make moments before.

"I don't know," Su Kai replied evenly before chuckling. "But if I did, it was likely nothing more than fleeting frost."

"Oh~"

Nero nodded gently, refraining from pressing further. When Su Kai didn't want to elaborate, she would never force him, preferring to use her own methods to soothe him.

After all, she was certain he would appreciate her efforts!

It was only then that Su Kai became fully aware of his situation. He flung the blanket aside, finally understanding why he felt so warm.

Forget the layers of blankets—nothing compared to the sensation of skin pressed against skin!

As the blanket was pulled back, a faint, intoxicating fragrance wafted into the air. It wasn't floral or fruity, nor was it the scent of food—it was the unmistakable allure of human pheromones, an irresistible chemical signal.

Instinctively, Su Kai's gaze dropped to find Nero sprawled atop him, her slender limbs coiled around him like serpents. Her emerald eyes overflowed with affection, their intensity making Su Kai feel as though no one in the world could love him more.

The pheromonal haze clouded Su Kai's mind. Despite his worldly experience, it took several seconds for him to fully process the situation.

"Nero…" he murmured, gently nudging her.

In response, she pressed herself closer, her movements intimate and teasing.

"Mm~ No! It's so comfortable like this!"

The silken sensation of her skin tangled with his limbs, and as Su Kai's awareness returned, so did his clarity.

A singular thought struck him.

Who sleeps with clothes on anyway?

Despite her petite frame, Nero's strength was absurd. Her lithe limbs bound him with the unyielding grip of a python. Su Kai sighed, his breathing heavy as he lightly smacked a particularly stubborn curve, eliciting a crisp smack.

"Nero, when did you sneak in here?" he asked, exasperated. "And where are Lily, Morgan, and Merlin?"

"Well…"

Nero's gaze flitted about evasively before she diverted the topic.

"Mm~ Su Kai, since you're awake now, would you like to hear a melody so divine it rivals the chorus of the gods?"

"I'd rather not. The last thing I need first thing in the morning is divine judgment," Su Kai replied, pushing her face away and pinching her waist. "Now, get up and put some clothes on."

"Mm~" Nero's eyes darted about, quickly concocting a "reasonable" excuse. With mock solemnity, she declared,

"Master, my magical energy is on the verge of depletion! I order you to replenish it immediately!"

"If you don't, I'll blacken! And I'll have you know, my blackened form is terrifying beyond measure—truly nightmarish!"

"...What magic depletion? You've fully materialized into flesh, and don't think I don't know it! The entirety of All the Evils of the World in the Grail isn't worth a strand of your hair. So tell me, just how far can you blacken now?"

Su Kai dismissed her transparent lie without mercy.

Nero, unbothered, continued to cling to him.

"Mm~ Su Kai, you're no fun. Can't you just play along for once?"

"Don't you want to experience the brilliance of the Roman Empire's finest jewel?"

"Jewel? Maybe start by actually acting the part!"

Su Kai's exasperation grew as Nero clung to him like an affectionate clingy girlfriend whose mind was perpetually occupied with nonsense.

Then again…

The Beast 666 is literally the embodiment of indulgence and decadence. This is just her true nature.

With a resigned sigh, Su Kai gently pushed Nero aside. Despite her reluctance, she eventually untangled herself from him, though not without leaving a faint blush and beads of sweat clinging to her ivory skin.

As she moved away, the soft sound of suction followed, accompanied by a subtle ripple in her skin—a testament to how deeply entangled they had been.

For a fleeting moment, Su Kai's brow twitched.

The detail in her reactions confirmed it—this Nero wasn't just a spiritual Servant. She had fully materialized into flesh.

"Where does she even get this much dedication? Even a direct hit from my 'Golden Divine Arrow' probably wouldn't leave a mark on her…"

As though sensing his critical thoughts, Nero huffed.

"Hmph! You don't understand anything, Su Kai. I am the Roman Empire's crowned jewel! None can match this honor!"

Ah, there's that imperial arrogance again.

Su Kai chuckled inwardly. For all her eccentricities, Nero's pride was unwavering. Behind her haughty words, he detected the genuine sincerity she struggled to express.

Despite being the Beast 666, she had an innocence that made her uniquely Nero—a contradiction wrapped in a paradox.

Su Kai smiled as he leaned forward, gently biting Nero's neck in a gesture reminiscent of a lion claiming its lioness.

"I'm feeling a little too hot right now…"

"Mm~" Nero closed her eyes, the faint blush on her cheeks deepening as she let out a contented sigh.

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With the playful tension dissipated, Su Kai got up, leaving Nero to pout adorably. He opened the door and stepped out into the hall, where the scent of breakfast wafted through the air.

Stepping out of his room, Su Kai found Artoria already awake and seated on the couch, calmly watching TV.

Meanwhile, her elder sister, Morgan, was locked in a petty tug-of-war with her over the remote.

How childish, Su Kai thought to himself. You two are supposed to be regal queens, and yet here you are, bickering over something as trivial as a remote. Even Nero knows how to launch a strategic night raid. And doing nothing can be an attack in itself.

For reasons beyond him, Nero had remained small and petite even after fully materializing into flesh. Merlin was already on the smaller side, but Nero was somehow even more delicate, her form the epitome of a youthful maiden.

Yet despite her small frame, Nero's "proportions" rivaled those of Morgan and Artoria—well, everyone except for Merlin, whose "development" was another story altogether.

Su Kai slumped onto the sofa, his mind wandering. His entrance had abruptly ended the sisters' battle for dominance over the remote.

After all, with a real person here, who cares about a silly piece of plastic?

His thoughts spiraled, disorganized yet oddly calming. And the first thing that came to mind was—

Relief.

It was difficult to describe—a profound lightness, a sense of ease he hadn't felt in years.

For so long, he had borne the weight of the Golden Throne, alone in his quest to freeze the Age of Gods in perpetuity. Though he succeeded in extending the Age of Gods, allowing it to persist as a shadow alongside human history, the cost had been tremendous.

Now, that crushing burden had vanished.

The feeling of carrying an entire world on his shoulders, inching forward at a snail's pace...

The isolation of navigating the treacherous seas of destiny, always on the verge of sinking…

All of it was gone.

With his current strength, Su Kai thought, even Chaldea's finest couldn't stand against him if he returned to the Age of Gods.

"But it's not time yet," he murmured softly. "Ritsuka… our fated encounter is still ahead of us."

The image of a fiery-haired girl flashed in his mind.

The savior of Chaldea, the child of human history.

Su Kai smiled fondly at the thought.

"She's remarkable. One day, we'll meet again. When that time comes, we'll each walk our chosen paths once more."

But for now, there was no need to rush.

"For now, I'll enjoy life."

Su Kai's mood lifted. With an exaggerated motion, he flopped between Artoria and Morgan, spreading his arms wide to pull them both into a hug.

On his left, the "Little Lion" Artoria let out a startled sound but didn't resist.

On his right, Morgan stiffened, her face a mix of irritation and faint embarrassment.

"Ah, this is the life!" Su Kai exclaimed, grinning ear to ear. "Now I can finally say this life was worth it!"

For years, he had wrestled with impossible choices—who to love, who to let go. But now? Now he embraced his desires openly.

He had shed the weight of morality and self-imposed judgment. Beyond his grand vision of humanity's salvation, all that remained was pure, unfiltered desire.

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The simulator had always shown Suren a fragment of himself, but never the whole picture.

Humans were driven by desire and sin—advancing not through virtue, but through conflict.

Consider humanity's three greatest periods of technological advancement:

The First Great War.

The Second Great War.

The Cold War.

In under a century, the world underwent a technological revolution—not out of altruism, but from the relentless pursuit of dominance, resources, and survival.

This was sin.

This was desire.

And it was inescapable human nature.

Pure benevolence could not save humanity. Pursuing it was a surefire path to failure.

High ideals, for all their grandeur, were no more than fragile dreams.

But Suren's dream had ended, and he had awakened to reality.

Now, he sought something real—a tangible salvation, an achievable utopia.

"Saints cannot die because thieves refuse to rest," Su Kai mused aloud, repeating the ancient wisdom of Daoist sages.

Reflecting on his time in ancient Greece—on that surreal, illusory dream—he finally grasped the meaning of those words.

The perfect world envisioned by saints, ruled by the highest moral virtues, could only exist in dreams.

If the Age of Gods hadn't been destined to end, even the gods themselves wouldn't have cooperated. Zeus, the Father of the Sky and wielder of the thunderbolt, would never have allowed Suren's ambitions to succeed.

To achieve such a dream, no one could stand against him; everyone would have to share his vision.

That's a fantasy.

An impossible dream.

The saints who governed through morality were doomed to be exploited by those who twisted their ideals for selfish gain.

Thus, "Saints cannot die because thieves refuse to rest."

To Su Kai, the saints' dream was nothing more than a path to ruin.

He didn't seek to become a beacon of morality, a paragon of virtue remembered through history.

What he sought was salvation for all of humanity.

That, and that alone.

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"I love you," Su Kai said suddenly, his half-lidded eyes gleaming with a possessive fervor.

Pulling Artoria and Morgan closer, he asked softly, "Artoria, will you be my bride?"

Artoria's eyes widened. Then, as though her long-held wish had finally come true, she smiled radiantly.

"This is all I've ever wanted," she whispered. "I don't seek a throne or anything else—I only want your love."

Su Kai turned his gaze to Morgan, whose reddened eyes suggested her mind had wandered far down an emotional rabbit hole.

"Morgan," he said with a sly tilt of his head, "will you marry me as well?"

Morgan's mouth opened automatically. "I'll walk myself to the…"

She froze mid-sentence.

"What do you mean, 'walk yourself'?" Su Kai asked with an amused chuckle.

"Standing before me, as you are now, is a testament to our fates being intertwined. There's nowhere else for you to go, Morgan."

His voice softened, but his words held the weight of absolute certainty.

"I was greedy and afraid," Su Kai admitted. "Greedy for your love, but terrified I might not be worthy of it. So, I made no choice. I left it to fate, to the unknown."

He laughed self-deprecatingly. "I dreamed of you all becoming my wings, but I couldn't say it aloud, for fear it would shatter the image you had of me."

"Some saint that was. Hah! What nonsense!"

For the first time in ages, Su Kai laughed—loud and unrestrained.

"I'm no saint. I'm not the King of Gold. I am Su Kai!"

Standing boldly, he declared, "Artoria, Morgan, Nero hiding in the kitchen, Merlin lurking upstairs like a little gremlin—"

Su Kai's voice rose triumphantly.

"All of you, become my wings! Let's stay together forever!"

"..."

To Su Kai's surprise, he had expected at least some resistance or complaints from the women around him. Even if they admired him or were willing to accommodate him, surely there would be some signs of discontent, right?

But no.

Even Artoria, whom he had painstakingly taught modern ideals of gender equality, accepted his invitation with calm composure—almost with delight.

Morgan, on the other hand, was unabashedly thrilled. Without a second thought, she threw herself at Su Kai, pressing her chest against his arm with unrestrained joy.

"Really? Su Kai, are you serious? I'll do it—I'll marry you! Don't overthink it; this is what I've always wanted."

Her voice wavered with happiness as she added, "I don't want you to be a saint, Su Kai. That kind of life would be exhausting."

Little Lion Artoria, always introspective and reserved, was uncharacteristically clear and composed in this moment.

"From the moment we met, our fates were intertwined," she said, her verdant eyes brimming with love. "My sister and I… we've always been waiting for you."

"We were waiting for you to decide, waiting for you to accept us into your life… Thank you, Su Kai. Thank you for loving me, too."

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The tangled emotions between Artoria and Morgan were hard-earned, built over 1,500 years of longing, bitterness, and complicated love.

To them, Su Kai had become an obsession—something they would pursue even beyond death.

Artoria alone could understand Morgan's current euphoria, and only Morgan could grasp why Artoria was so willing to share her beloved, rather than stake a singular claim.

It wasn't as if they could stop loving him, no matter what.

Even knowing Su Kai wanted "everything," the sisters realized they had no choice but to accept it.

What's more, after 1,500 years of rivalry, neither sister had emerged as the victor. Their endless contest had drained them both, leaving them vulnerable to interlopers like Nero or Merlin.

Now, with their shared understanding, a mere glance between the two was enough to confirm their mutual resolve.

Together, they turned toward the kitchen, where Merlin was hiding.

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The Dream Mage was frantically brainstorming an escape strategy.

Her usual schemes had relied on the sisters' rivalry to sneak in and claim her own little slice of Su Kai's affection.

But if Artoria and Morgan were reconciling, where did that leave her?

If the sisters truly joined forces, they would drain the "milk" dry, leaving Merlin with nothing—not even scraps. Worse still, they would undoubtedly see her as their next enemy and eliminate her.

Merlin gulped. If I were in their shoes, I'd do the exact same thing. Ruthless efficiency, no survivors.

Just as she was panicking, a blur of red and white came hurtling out of the kitchen like a cannonball.

It was Nero, clad in a rose-red dress and wearing what could only be described as a ridiculous headpiece—a so-called "holy relic" covering her ahoge.

While her appearance would have been elegant under normal circumstances, the absurdity of the headpiece ruined any sense of majesty.

The "rose chariot" collided straight into Su Kai's chest with an impact strong enough to leave anyone else injured. Fortunately, Su Kai was built like an Olympian champion. He steadied himself, though barely.

With a sigh, he plucked the offending headpiece off Nero's head and tossed it aside.

"Your character is falling apart, Nero. If anyone saw this, they'd call you out for being out of character!"

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Meanwhile, unnoticed by Su Kai, Morgan discreetly summoned a crow to snatch the discarded headpiece.

Artoria turned sharply, her eyes narrowing as if she'd sensed something amiss. But when she looked around, she saw nothing—though her gaze lingered suspiciously on Morgan.

Morgan met her younger sister's glare with practiced indifference, her expression as steady and righteous as a veteran soldier.

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"Mm~ Hehehe... Su Kai smells so good! Hehehe~"

Nero's muffled giggles brought Su Kai's attention back to her as she clung to him like a vine, greedily "absorbing" his presence.

"What do you mean 'out of character'? Isn't this what you modern people call a love confession?" Nero asked, tilting her head innocently.

"Are your ears malfunctioning again?" Su Kai muttered, exasperated. "And do you really think hosting a silver party in front of everyone is appropriate?"

"What's wrong with that?" Nero replied matter-of-factly. "Apart from these uncivilized onlookers, who else is even here? Are you worried about my divine flesh being seen?"

Smack!

Su Kai palmed his forehead.

Of course, he had forgotten—Nero was a Roman emperor.

Ancient Rome was famous for its public and communal lifestyle: shared baths, group toilet facilities, and even collective visits to brothels were all normalized. Privacy, as modern people understood it, didn't exist.

Even the Roman aristocracy embraced this openness, conducting debates and discussions while bathing or using the toilet.

Nero, a ruler who adored luxurious baths, had likely been seen by countless attendants over the years.

To her, being stared at by women wasn't much different from being illuminated by candlelight.

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"Isn't a silver party for virgins a bit... excessive?" Su Kai said, trying to maintain some semblance of decorum.

"Don't you all want a special, perfect first night? One that's uniquely your own?"

Nero tilted her head thoughtfully. "It doesn't matter to me, but if it's what you want, Su Kai, I can comply."

"Can't we just do it together?" Morgan chimed in, casually stroking Artoria's ahoge. She released her peace signal, adding with mock disappointment, "I was looking forward to teasing Artoria a bit."

Traitor! Su Kai thought.

Artoria frowned slightly but nodded. "I support Su Kai's idea. One at a time is better." Then, with surprising composure, she added, "Though if my sister insists on helping, she can assist fully clothed. No undressing."

You too?!

Su Kai felt his composure cracking.

Realizing he couldn't win this particular battle, Su Kai leaned back with a defeated sigh.

"All right, fine. We'll prioritize Artoria during the silver party. You happy?"

The "battlefield" settled, for now, but Su Kai knew this was only the beginning of the chaos to come.

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Meanwhile, Artoria and Morgan's attention shifted to Nero, who remained glued to Su Kai like an affectionate parasite.

Muttering to herself, Artoria said, "My holy spear might not be suitable, but fortunately, I still have my sword."

Morgan added quietly, "Yes... I also have a sword. I'll give it a try when Su Kai isn't looking."

Nero's lips twitched, her playful defiance showing.

"Oh, how frightening you two are. Unlike me, I'd only ever cherish Su Kai~"

"...Nero! Don't start this!"

Su Kai swatted Nero's backside, earning a surprised yelp.

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Despite the brief moment of levity, Su Kai knew the underlying tensions hadn't been resolved.

He could feel the weight of their competitive spirits. They may have accepted his "harem declaration," but the rivalries weren't going to disappear overnight.

For now, though, he chose to let it slide—so long as their quarrels didn't escalate into earth-shattering battles.

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At that moment, Merlin reappeared with impeccable timing, her usual mischievous grin in place.

"Oh, Merlin, you angel of chaos," Su Kai thought. "Please keep this madness under control for now."

But as lunch descended into yet another battle over who got to feed him first, Su Kai snapped.

Snapping his chopsticks in half, he gave them all a chilling smile.

"All right, fine. If this is how you want to play it..."

Su Kai's tone darkened as he continued, "Let me remind you: I am not limited. I am infinite. You think I'm constrained by mortal boundaries? Let me show you just how wrong you are!"

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Activating his Reality Marble, Golden Age, Su Kai isolated their space from the outside world.

This wasn't just a barrier—it was his domain, where the real became illusion, and the illusory became real.

Smirking, Su Kai began unbuckling his belt.

"Ladies, it's time you learned the reality of this arrangement."

His eyes glinted dangerously.

"I'm going to turn all of you into cream puffs."

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"Hmm… so this is what Suren does once he's back?"

Hestia sighed, her voice tinged with exasperation. "Will he ever grow up?"

"Well, well! This is exactly the kind of behavior I expect from my heroic ideal!"

Athena nodded approvingly. As an unwavering champion of masculine virtues—and a staunch admirer of Suren—she saw everything he did as inherently correct.

"That's all well and good, but isn't there something more urgent to discuss right now?"

Hestia's gaze shifted to Artemis, whose fists were clenched tightly, her knuckles white.

"You all heard what Alaya said, didn't you? She outright refused to acknowledge Suren's claim to the title of Grand Rider."

As the Golden King who ruled with the Age of Gods as his steed, Suren was undoubtedly the pinnacle of what a Rider could be. No one could contest his qualifications for the title of Grand Rider.

Yet Alaya had refused to recognize him, rejecting the idea of granting a Grand Saint Graph to someone she considered a Beast.

"Then what does she want?" Athena asked, frowning as she took over the conversation. "She even gave us access to watch what Suren is doing right now. Is she trying to instigate a conflict?"

"It's obvious, isn't it?" Hestia said, ignoring the faintly jealous, increasingly frustrated Artemis.

Her voice softened as she addressed Athena. "Alaya's aim is clear—to sow discord among the Twelve Olympian Gods, to divide our support for Suren."

"'If you wish for my recognition, then let the Holy Grail War decide the outcome.' She has the gall to propose such a blatantly unfair battle?"

Hestia's expression turned grim. "She'll summon the most refined figures from human history, while forcing us, gods, to descend as Servants, stripped of our full divinity and reduced to mere fragments of our strength."

"Under those conditions," she continued, "the result of such a Grail War would be far from certain."

Athena's lips curled slightly, a sly smile playing on her face. "Suren will figure it out. He's unrestricted by their rules, after all. And if Alaya is suggesting a Grail War, it means she doesn't want an outright confrontation. She's trying to force Suren into a compromise without escalating to direct conflict."

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Alaya and Gaia, as embodiments of humanity and the planet respectively, were not living beings with consciousness. They were more akin to protective mechanisms—two sides of a coin with diametrically opposed goals.

Gaia, the embodiment of the planet's will, would protect Earth at all costs, even if it meant sacrificing humanity.

Alaya, on the other hand, existed to safeguard humanity, even if it meant the destruction of the Earth.

Though they operated with immense power, describing them as entities with "self-awareness" was a misnomer.

Even now, Alaya's strength far surpassed Suren's. As the collective unconscious of humanity, she could summon countless heroes from human history to fight against cataclysmic threats.

With the authority to grant the Grand Saint Graph to any heroic spirit, she could rally the Grand Servants to annihilate even the mightiest of Beasts.

If Alaya deemed it necessary to eliminate Suren, there was little he could do to withstand the endless waves of Grand Servants she could summon.

After all, even if one Grand Servant fell, Alaya could always summon replacements from parallel worlds. Her resources were theoretically infinite.

However, deploying such power would come at a cost.

Suren, as a nascent Beast who had not yet fully manifested as a threat to humanity, was not yet worth the immense expenditure it would take to eradicate him.

Moreover, granting Suren the title of Grand Rider could serve Alaya's interests in some ways.

Without a recognized Grand Rider, no other Rider could claim the position. This left Alaya with a gap in her roster of Grand Servants.

Such a vacancy had already proven detrimental during the Ultimate Calamity of Britain, where a missing Grand Rider had left humanity at a disadvantage.

Had another Grand Servant been present, Kaelar's defeat would have come much sooner, preventing the battle from escalating to such catastrophic proportions.

In critical moments, the absence of a Grand Servant could tip the scales.

By granting the title to Suren, Alaya could resolve the vacancy, even if she couldn't control him directly. Alternatively, she could designate a secondary candidate as a substitute Grand Rider.

While incorporating a Beast into her roster of Grand Servants was a bold and unconventional move, it wasn't entirely without precedent.

After all, the primary role of Grand Servants was to eliminate Beasts.

It was with these calculations in mind that Alaya proposed an unprecedented Holy Grail War to decide whether Suren was worthy of the Grand Rider title.

A daring gamble to push the boundaries of her control over humanity's defenders.

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T/N: bleugh only 1 chapter because it was big, seriously this story's normal chapters is like double or triple everyone else's chapter (╥﹏╥) (DONT LISTENNNNN)

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