Fate: But This Is Not Solomon I Know!

Bayeux – Sword of Logos

Two days had passed since Zoth initiated the acceleration of his grand plan.

And in that time, the Megid had worked relentlessly — harvesting human souls day and night, obeying his every command without hesitation.

Zoth now stood in the heart of the fortress, gazing down at a stack of black-and-white [Alter Ride Books] laid out before him.

Each book bore the face of a human soul on its cover.

A wicked smile curled his lips.

Straightening up, he turned toward the gathered Megid, both hands clasped behind his back, and spoke in a commanding voice:

"Continue.

There's no need to harvest human souls anymore.

Do whatever you like now… but remember one thing—

Cause as much chaos as possible."

"ROAAARRR—!"

The Megid roared in unison, their cries shaking the entire fortress.

They had been waiting for this moment — the moment of unleashed destruction.

Without another word, the horde dispersed like demons loosed from the deepest abyss, leaving only Zoth, Emiya, and two other Megid behind: Legeiel and Zooous.

Zoth turned his gaze toward his two most loyal generals and let out a quiet laugh.

He stepped forward, flicking his hand casually as he spoke:

"How long… have you two been following me?"

Legeiel and Zooous dropped to one knee without hesitation, voices solemn, as if praying before a god:

"We have served the Holy Master for two weeks now!"

Zoth nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching into a faint, unreadable smile.

He stared lazily at them, and then asked:

"Not bad.

Then… do you have any complaints?"

In perfect unison, they replied — firm and faithful:

"We have none, my Lord."

Zoth gave a slight nod.

But then his expression sharpened — deadly serious.

He looked down at the two kneeling before him.

And then spoke, voice like a whisper on the wind…

yet it carried the weight of an executioner's decree:

"Then…

Die for me.

Give me the [Almighty Book] fragments you carry."

The words came softly.

But the consequence… was absolute.

"As you command."

Without hesitation, they reached into their chests —

Pulled out the sacred fragments of the [Almighty Book],

And offered them up.

A moment later…

Their bodies disintegrated into ash.

No screams.

No resistance.

Only pure, unwavering loyalty.

Zoth caught the two fragments mid-air and fitted them into the core of his [Omni Force] — completing the legendary [Almighty Book], the tome of omniscience and omnipotence.

He could no longer contain it.

A deep, manic laughter burst from his throat.

Arms stretched wide, he looked up at the ceiling,

eyes filled with madness and a twisted, ecstatic satisfaction.

Emiya, standing nearby, had seen everything.

A chill ran down his spine.

And deep inside, he muttered bitterly to himself:

"This bastard…

He's gone too far.

He'd even sacrifice his most loyal pawns without blinking."

Zoth stopped laughing.

He tilted his head toward Emiya, a crooked smile on his lips, and said in a low, distorted voice:

"Emiya-kun…

Bring a squad of Shimi Megid to the Grand Hall.

Draw the summoning circle.

We need some new… 'allies'."

Emiya said nothing.

He simply nodded — then turned and left.

Zoth was alone once more, standing at the center of the dim chamber.

He raised a hand —

And space itself twisted.

Hundreds of [Wonder Ride Books] swirled into the air, converging and launching upward into the sky like glowing meteors.

They fused… merging into a massive tome suspended in the heavens.

The sky turned black as pitch.

Crimson lightning tore through the clouds.

Bolts of thunder rained down, ripping the land apart with every strike,

as the enormous book began to open — one page at a time.

Each turn of the page…

A region of the world was swallowed whole.

Zoth watched the cataclysmic sight unfold —

and began laughing again, this time feral and crazed.

Clenching his fists, he raised both hands to the heavens.

His voice rang out, deep and solemn — like a god rewriting creation itself:

"Great Book…

Devour this world.

Only through this…

can I rewrite reality —

and her fate."

---

Maine-et-Loire Province

After the harrowing encounter, the French forces and their allied knights had retreated to Maine-et-Loire — to regroup, tend to their wounds, and stabilize the formation.

No one could smile.

No one dared raise their voice.

In a corner of the makeshift camp, Jeanne d'Arc sat still at a crude wooden table.

Her holy banner leaned against her shoulder.

Her hand gripped her tunic tightly as she stared, hollow-eyed, into the blood-red horizon.

The sky burned like a wound.

Standing nearby, Gilles glanced at her and sighed.

"Jeanne… don't grieve too deeply.

Perhaps Zoth… carries his own burdens."

He wasn't even sure if he was trying to comfort her—

or himself.

The image of Zoth — once a comrade, a warrior who had stood beside them through countless battles —

Now a bringer of annihilation…

It was too much to bear.

Jeanne shook her head faintly.

"It's not that I didn't see this coming…

I always knew… that he might walk this path.

But I never imagined… it would be so soon."

Her voice was hoarse.

She was no longer the indomitable knight the world revered—

but a soul weighed down by sorrow, exhaustion, and helplessness.

And then—

"A–AH! S-Something… up there!!"

A soldier screamed—

He pointed toward the sky, then collapsed to the ground, face pale as death.

All eyes turned upward—

And they saw it.

A massive book, burning with crimson light, was slowly opening above the clouds.

Each time a page turned—

A sound echoed through the air, like the ripping of destiny itself.

And with every turn—

A piece of the world was erased.

Houses. Mountains. Forests. Light.

Living beings. Memories.

All gone—

as if they had never existed.

"That's…!" Jeanne gasped, her heart gripped by invisible chains.

Zoth.

It was him.

That cursed book in the sky—

She recognized it.

He always carried it… always.

A moment of paralyzing silence.

Then Jeanne sprang to her feet.

"EVERYONE!

EVACUATE THE CIVILIANS—NOW!!

That thing is… devouring the world!"

Gilles turned toward her, stunned.

"Jeanne—what are you saying?!"

She clenched her holy banner.

Her eyes now burned with resolve—serious and unwavering.

"I heard it.

A warning…

From God.

He said…

The Book of Revelation has been opened.

The world… is being wiped away, piece by piece."

Her voice trembled.

But her eyes were firm, unwavering.

"Not just here…

All of France.

The entire world…

Is being drawn into that book.

Being unmade."

Gilles staggered back, his face going pale.

"Zoth… He wants to erase… the world?!"

"No!

I won't let him!" Jeanne roared.

"Go! Evacuate everyone!

Take them somewhere—anywhere—safe!"

The soldiers jolted to life, awakened as if from a nightmare.

"YES, SAINT!!"

The drums of command thundered.

Flags waved.

Men ran.

Horses screamed.

It was no longer a battlefield.

It was a race against annihilation.

Jeanne held her banner tightly.

Her gaze remained locked on the sky—

Where the book above continued its slow, merciless descent.

"Zoth… Whatever it is you seek…

I, Jeanne d'Arc—

will be the first to defy it."

---

Bayeux – Sword of Logos Headquarters

Zoth walked leisurely, humming an old tune from the 21st century.

That twisted smile still lingered on his lips, etched into every line of his face like a scar.

He came to a massive door—

and pushed it open.

Inside the grand hall, dozens of Megids were diligently drawing enormous summoning circles, working with precision under the sharp-eyed supervision of Emiya.

Zoth glanced at the Megids, hunched over their work like obedient worker ants.

He shrugged, clicked his tongue, then chuckled softly.

"Hmm… something's still missing from this stage.

A world-class performance needs a bit more flare, no~?"

He spread his arms wide, lifted his gaze to the towering ceiling,

and laughed—

the laughter of a man who had just written the final chapter of a perfect tragedy.

Standing behind him, Emiya Shirou crossed his arms, his eyes heavy with unease.

"…This so-called Master Logos…

He's clearly lost his mind.

How the hell did that saint ever think she could save him from his madness?"

Just then, a Spider Megid hurried over and bowed deeply.

"My Lord! The summoning circle is complete!"

Zoth turned around.

His eyes lit up with childlike glee—

as if someone had just handed him a beautifully wrapped gift.

"Oh? Already? Splendid…"

He began walking—

Each step seemed to scorch the very ground beneath his heels.

He stopped at the center of the hall.

Raised one arm—calm, theatrical.

"Then let us welcome… our newest allies.

Don't be shy now…

I'm certain… they'll love this atmosphere~."

He Laugh and with a grin carved by madness itself, Zoth gazed into the summoning circles—

as if staring into the eye of a storm he was about to unleash upon the world.