MasukEveryone was stunned.The shock spread through the air like an invisible pressure, tightening around their chests.The memory that had just been projected before them—vivid, immersive, as though they had personally lived through it—had snatched the breath from every single person, leaving them momentarily unable to react at all.When the vision vanished, the world fell into instant silence.Even the wind seemed sucked out of existence.Only the heavy, echoing thrum of heartbeats pounded deep within their ears.After a long, long moment—A faint, trembling inhale came from the ground.Alia moved.Her fingers twitched first, a subtle tremor like the first crack spreading across thawing ice.Then her lashes fluttered; her eyelids slowly lifted.In her eyes swirled a storm—fear, confusion, emptiness, pain—until, as her focus gradually sharpened, she realized—Everyone had seen that memory.She understood exactly what had happened.And in the next second, her tears burst forth—like a dam
◆ Marcellus’s Truth: The Narrow Gap Between Sin and SalvationEveryone turned their gaze toward Marcellus.His breathing was steady—so steady it felt unnatural, like the dead-calm silence in the eye of a storm.A calm that only someone who had once shattered, and then painstakingly glued every shard back together, could possess.He began speaking slowly, his voice pulled up from somewhere deep in his chest—heavy, weighted:“…Back then, I was still under the Saint Grail’s influence.”The air seemed to hollow out for a moment.Marcellus continued, his tone not emotional, yet cold enough to slice:“Between Livia and me… all of you know it already—our relationship was broken beyond repair.I believed that no matter what I did, she would never forgive me.At the time… I was thinking that if I simply disappeared, maybe everything would be easier for everyone.”When he mentioned suicide, his voice grew as soft as falling snow.Elias and Alia unconsciously held their breath.Marcellus lifted
◆ Jim’s Truth: The Laughter of the Puppet MasterEveryone’s gaze snapped toward Jim.And Jim suddenly threw his head back—laughing.The sound ricocheted off the stone walls around the altar, sharp and metallic, cold enough to scrape bone.“Hahahahaha…You’re only realizing it now?”His voice dripped with mockery and feverish excitement, as if he were watching a grand chess match he had arranged piece by piece for years finally reach its climax.He lifted his chin, a manic gleam flickering in his eyes:“When I first laid eyes on her—I was startled too.”His laughter trembled with an eerie chill.“Because that look… that aura… that ridiculous little ‘act’ she put on… everything screamed a truth none of you could ever hope to notice.”He took slow, deliberate steps forward, savoring their shock like a fine wine:“She had been touched by the Holy Grail.Influenced.Changed.”“You may have grasped only half the truth…But I know the Grail’s rules better than any of you.”Jim placed a hand
◆ The Truth Unfolds: Wishes, the Cup Handle, Blood, and “Deviation”The light curtain of the Holy Grail’s memory had not even dispersed whenanother layer—deeper, darker, more concealed—began to unfurl like a second veil of truth.It showed the moment when the cup handle first came into contact with Livia.Inside a dimly lit chamber of the castle, the young Livia clutched the cup handle with both hands.Her fingertips had turned pale from the force, her knuckles trembled ever so slightly.Tears streamed down her cheeks in an uncontrollable flow, and her lips silently mouthed the same wish over and over:—“I want to be more useful.”—“I want everyone to stop suffering because of me.”—“I hope… I won’t be the weak one anymore.”These wishes were never meant to be heard by the cup handle.The cup handle was merely a fragment of the Holy Grail—a vessel incapable of granting prayers.But—That very day, it had recently absorbed Marcellus’s blood.The blood granted it a faint, fleeting abil
But when the column of light fell upon Alia, she did not collapse, nor did she so much as cry out in pain.Instead—It was as if the air itself were gently parted by an invisible hand.A ring of translucent ripples spread outward from Alia’s feet, slow and silent, like a drop of water disturbing a still lake.And then, all at once, everyone’s pupils constricted.Because memories appeared.Not inside Alia’s mind—but projected into reality itself, unfolding like a vivid, silent illusion across the air.And every single person present could see them.It felt as though they were all being pulled into Livia’s world.⸻◆ The Memories BeginAt first, Alia’s body still stood within the beam of light.But the perspective in the projected image—her movements, the way the world framed around her—shifted subtly, unmistakably.This was not Alia.This was— Livia.Livia walked down an ancient stone path, her steps soft yet unbearably heavy.Her body looked drained to the point of collapse, shoulder
“Hahaha… like father, like daughter. Well, well, well.”Jim’s lips curled into a smirk, his laughter carrying a deliberate edge of mockery and provocation. It slithered through the air like a cold, sharp wind, deliberately cutting at the tension around him. Slowly, he shifted his gaze toward Emma. His eyes were like twin blades slicing through the space between them.“Emma… what about you?” he said, voice low but sharp. “You’re a wanted criminal. Dare to appear here, and yet… you’re not afraid of being caught along with me, are you?”The words landed like stones in a still pond. The surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly. Every gaze in the clearing snapped toward Emma. The weight of expectation, suspicion, and tension pressed down like an invisible force, as if the world itself had stilled in anticipation.Emma lifted her chin slightly, her hair dusted with fragments of stone and dirt clinging to her face, yet her eyes were bright, unwavering, and full of resolve.“I have a clear







