The Ultimate Lich King of the Multiverse

Chapter 100: Chapter 100: The Yoru Family



"Ahem... Mr. Yoru, I understand how you feel," Matou Zouken said with a light chuckle, stepping in while Tohsaka Tokiomi was still contemplating. "But in all fairness, shouldn't the one who came first have the priority?"

"That's true, Elder Matou," Yoru replied with a gentle smile. "But if I'm not mistaken, the Matou bloodline hasn't gone extinct yet, has it?"

"You're right… I still have three sons and a grandson," Zouken replied, sighing in mock helplessness. "But their magical circuits are far too weak. After I pass, I doubt any of them could support the Matou family's legacy."

"But at the very least, your bloodline remains intact. Meanwhile, I'm the last of the Yoru line," Yoru said, feigning a sorrowful expression. "Now that I've married into the Einzbern family, the Yoru magecraft may truly disappear forever."

Zouken's expression darkened slightly, while Tokiomi still appeared undecided.

"How about this..." Yoru suggested, casually. "Since magecraft is also a matter of personal interest, why don't we let Tohsaka's daughter decide for herself after seeing both of our families' magecraft? Let her choose which one she prefers."

As he spoke, Yoru flipped his palm, and a crystalline snowflake formed in the air above it.

"To be honest... there's really nothing remarkable about the Yoru family's magecraft. It's merely ice."

He spoke with humility, but both Tokiomi and Zouken's expressions shifted.

Because just from that tiny snowflake, they could feel a bone-piercing chill.

Little Rin and Sakura, watching from nearby, also looked curiously at the floating snowflake in Yoru's hand, their eyes filled with wonder and longing.

At that age, it's hard for any child to resist something as beautiful and mysterious as snow. Meanwhile, Zouken's face grew even darker.

He was sure Yoru knew exactly what the Matou family's magecraft entailed: control of familiars through insects. If he summoned even one of his grotesque crest worms, the two girls would probably cry on the spot.

Even Tokiomi appeared intrigued. Ice magecraft... aside from the Tohsaka family's jewel magecraft, could there be anything more elegant and noble?

Of course, Tokiomi understood what Matou magecraft truly was. Though it was unsightly, he had never looked down on it—after all, all magecraft, regardless of form, ultimately sought the same Root.

But in terms of elegance and appeal, Matou magecraft simply couldn't compare to Yoru's.

And Yoru had a point—when it came to learning magecraft, personal interest mattered most.

"So, Sakura... which would you prefer to learn?"

"Um... I... I want to learn ice magic..."

Not to mention the magic itself—just looking at Yoru was far more comforting than the shriveled, terrifying appearance of Zouken.

"I'm afraid I'll have to apologize, Elder Matou. I'd rather respect my daughter's wishes," Tokiomi said, a bit embarrassed.

Zouken's expression stiffened, but the cunning old man didn't lash out. He simply sighed with false disappointment.

"So be it. Perhaps it simply wasn't meant to be. I suppose this child and I were never destined to be connected."

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes and glanced coldly at Sakura, who instinctively shrank back into her mother's embrace in fear.

"Well then, Mr. Yoru... I hope you survive this Holy Grail War, so you can raise both your daughters well."

"You can rest assured, Elder Matou. If my Servant is ever defeated, I won't foolishly continue fighting. The best option would be to leave the war early and return to Einzbern."

"Let's hope that's the case."

With that, Zouken turned and left the park. Meanwhile, Tokiomi approached Yoru with enthusiasm.

"Don't worry, Brother Yoru. If your Servant is ever eliminated, you'll have the full protection of the Tohsaka family. Anyone who dares pursue you will have to face me first!"

"With that assurance, I feel much better," Yoru replied, nodding lightly at the red-clad gentleman's polite but insincere smile.

Tokiomi then led Sakura over and gently handed her to Yoru.

"I'll leave my youngest daughter in your care, Brother Yoru."

"Don't worry—I'll cherish her as if she were my own."

Looking at the timid girl stepping closer, Yoru gave her a gentle, reassuring smile.

Perhaps from now on, she should be called Yoru Sakura.

The Yoru family...

Though it was a name Yoru had made up on the spot, he couldn't help but feel an odd sense of emotion toward those two words.

Where had he truly come from? Did a real "Yoru family" ever exist?

But it no longer mattered. If he had no roots, he would create his own—a Yoru family of his own making.

As he gently stroked Sakura's hair and saw the longing and sorrow in her eyes, Yoru's heart grew heavy.

A child so young, forced to separate from her parents and sister... what must be going through her mind? Perhaps only she herself would ever truly know.

There was nothing more Yoru could do—except rescue her from the nightmare that was the Matou family.

Matou magecraft was based on insects. Yoru didn't know much about it, but it was clearly not something a child should ever be subjected to.

To leave a little girl alone with terrifying bugs—was that something a father could do?

Though Yoru said nothing aloud, deep down, he had completely lost any respect for Tokiomi.

A man so proud would one day bring about his own destruction. And when that day came, it would be his children who suffered.

But that wasn't Yoru's concern.

Even if he warned him, a man as arrogant as Tokiomi would never listen.

Now, the only thing Yoru needed to focus on was the Holy Grail War—and Tokiomi, in the end, would be his enemy.

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