Valtor became a celebrity among the French people, and many paparazzi invited him to become a model. However, as soon as he showed the Church Emblem, they backed off. The emblem was a special one, directly observed by the church. Any suspicious actions or ill will toward Valtor would prompt the church to "banish" the perpetrators. Good luck with that.
As Valtor finished resupplying, especially showcasing his incredible balance and strength, capable of holding too much weight, he drove off to return to his church. Upon arriving and restocking his primary necessities, Valtor looked at the two in the garden, interacting and talking like normal girls.
While Valtor was restocking his food, he was visited by people from the Mage's Association, especially those from Yggdmillennia who knew his hideout. They found him and raided the church. Laeticia and Jeanne were taken captive while Valtor looked at all the magus present without even bothering about them.
"Pastor Ars Viole, you seem to be forgetting the debt," Darnic said, laying out his "plan." Valtor dozed off, not even caring about what he was saying.
"Lord Darnic, he seems not to care about your threats," Darnic looked at Valtor, who was staring at the ceiling.
"You're ignoring me!"
"Yes, if you want another war, so be it." Valtor raised his hand to the front, magical energy gathering on his hand, creating a golden hue mana.
Suddenly, that mana transmuted into a Greater Grail, more authentic than the Greater Grail before, with a better form and quality of magic. As the Grail appeared, a portal to the Roots opened and fused their ley lines to the Grail, then closed again.
It was a phenomenon beyond magus logic, shocking everyone present to see a Grail connected to the roots instantly.
"New Greater Holy Grail, three wishes each for servant and Master... but," the Grail vanished out of thin air, and Valtor clapped his hands to clean the mana dust on his hand.
"The Grail decides the place, and the Grail decides the master," a glow of red color appeared in Valtor's hand, a command seal that the Grail chose him to be a participant, a command seal like a burning wing of an angel.
"Convenient."
"YOU CAN CREATE A GRAIL!" Valtor closed his ears upon Darnic yelling. He glanced at Darnic, who was almost losing himself.
"Technically speaking, yes. Please, would you mind going away and actually going to war rather than standing here like an idiot trying to understand the situation ?" Darnic ordered all his faction to go to war, which they didn't know where. Valtor knew his actions would lead to faction rivalry between him and Darnic Yggdmillennia, but some members actually didn't like Darnic. He had already lost the grace of the Association; they lacked resources and materials.
But Valtor didn't necessarily need material when he could create one. As long as he knew what he was doing, but now he just needed to win.
"I will see you in the battlefield," Valtor looked at Jeanne and Laeticia, then, using greater teleportation, a mystical magic circle appeared below them in harmonization of spell, teleporting Valtor, Jeanne, and Laeticia to the Greek capital, Athens.
It left all who were in the church wide-eyed. That wasn't Magecraft; that was Magus, a literal magician who could do that.
Darnic became enraged and ordered Yggdmillennia to search for Valtor and spread the news that a greater Grail existed somewhere in the world.
Meanwhile, Valtor, Jeanne, and Laeticia were having a vacation in Greece. They were completely unbothered by the war as they knew they were dragged into it, but they took sweet time to enjoy Greece, from many ancient cities to islands.
"Did you girls have fun?" Valtor ate Greek special cuisine as casually as possible, while Jeanne and Laeticia became more and more energetic. Despite Valtor seeming nonchalant about norms, he was a sugar daddy for them. Anything they wanted was provided, any souvenir and more, bought by Valtor. Valtor also bought souvenirs for himself in Svarga and Greater Ark.
"Yes... Master... I mean, Pastor, I mean—"
"V, call me V."
"V... Did you summon... I don't know, I don't trust my memory, but I can vividly remember that you summoned something beyond comprehension."
"Indeed I am... but not here. Supposedly, we can go to the War Zone in Rhodes, prepare ourselves for battle, and meet my match."
"Your match?" Both of them were curious while slurping the delicacies of Greece.
"You will know it." As the three of them took a ship, news regarding the Greater Grail manifest, created by Cardinal V upon Darnic's request, spread like wildfire across the world. The new Greater Holy Grail, three wishes each for servant and Master, was the most important matter.
All Magus, persons interested in the Grail, and even the Church sent their people to search the location until the news was spread anonymously, in Rhodes Island.
Many prominent Magus families and people rushed to Greece, and many Church members tried to supervise the war. However, when they got there, it was a calamity.
Rhodes Island was in total chaos, with spells casting, magic clashing like a thunderous storm, a clash of weapons, and war cries colliding with each other.
The water in the Aegean Sea was unrest, the sky darkened, and thunder rumbled with chaos because the ones who made this happen were two people.
In the heart of the desolate wasteland, amidst the ruins of an ancient battleground, the epic clash between Valtor and Mael unfolded. The siblings, bound by blood but torn by destiny, faced off in a battle that would shake the very foundations of the world.
With fierce determination etched upon their faces, Valtor and Mael locked hands, sending seismic shockwaves rippling through the air. Digging their feet deep into the scorched earth, they launched themselves at each other, their heads colliding with a force that sparked like flint against steel.
"As unstoppable forces collide, the world shall abide," Valtor growled, his grip tightening as he hurled Mael backward with a powerful slam. But Mael, undeterred, retaliated with a swift counterattack, seizing Valtor's leg and wrenching it with a calculated twist that sent his brother stumbling.
"Are we being a bit poetic here?" Mael smirked, his eyes blazing with intensity as he summoned forth his elemental energy. With a gesture, he conjured an artificial sun that blazed overhead, its scorching rays enough to melt the land clean. Meanwhile, Valtor unleashed his own fury, summoning forth black thunder and red lightning that crackled ominously in the darkened sky, swirling into a tempestuous storm that engulfed the battlefield in chaos.
As the light and lightning clashed overhead, the very earth trembled beneath their feet, fissures carving through the land as though it were mere parchment. They unleashed torrents of magic, from the most primal spells to godlike incantations that defied all reason, each strike rending reality itself asunder.
Valtor and Mael fought with a ferocity unmatched, their blows reverberating through the air as they exchanged punches, kicks, and bone-crushing tackles. Locked in a deadly dance of combat, they pushed each other to the brink, their bodies battered and bruised, yet their spirits unyielding.
As the battle raged on, the arrival of the Magus from the Mage's Association signaled the escalation of the conflict to unprecedented heights. However, even the seasoned magicians found themselves powerless to intervene as they beheld the spectacle unfolding before them. The magic wielded by Valtor and Mael transcended anything they had ever encountered, harkening back to the age of gods where such feats were commonplace.
Valtor, flung into the tumultuous sea by the force of Mael's counterattack, stood defiantly atop the waves, his form outlined against the backdrop of the roiling ocean. With a primal roar, he channeled the essence of Primordial Water, forming a colossal whirlpool within his grasp before unleashing it upon Rhodes Island. The very earth trembled as Valtor summoned forth the depths of his power, casting forth a Great Tsunami of unparalleled magnitude that threatened to engulf everything in its path.
Undeterred, Mael countered with an icy fury, freezing the entire ocean in a glacial embrace reminiscent of the ancient ice ages. Yet Valtor, with a derisive laugh, countered once more, crafting a Lanza del Rampago imbued with magical energy capable of rending the very fabric of reality. As the spear hurtled toward Mael, he deflected the attack with a swift motion, only to find himself engulfed in the ensuing explosion.
The catastrophic detonation of the Lanza del Rampago unleashed devastation on a scale unimaginable, dwarfing the sun in its brilliance and casting a shadow that darkened the skies for miles around. The resultant shockwave reverberated across the land, triggering a magnitude 12 earthquake that rocked Greece and its neighboring countries, while towering tsunamis swept across nearby islands with unstoppable force.
"Why did you block it, you fool!" Valtor bellowed, his body wreathed in crackling lightning as he charged headlong into battle once more. Supercharged with the destructive power of calamitous lightning, he clashed with Mael in a blur of motion, their blows echoing with thunderous force as they moved at speeds imperceptible to mortal eyes. Each strike resonated with a deafening sonic boom, the sheer intensity of their confrontation threatening to tear the very fabric of reality asunder.
Mael got punched in the face and flew toward the sea, his body splitting the sea as he traveled there. Mael got up and floated above the water, spitting out his blood then glaring at Valtor who was on the land. With a primal roar that shook the very foundations of the earth, Valtor and Mael faced each other across the expanse of the ocean, their eyes ablaze with raw power and determination. As they locked gazes, a palpable tension hung in the air, heralding the imminent clash of titanic forces.
"CHARGE!" they bellowed in unison, their voices reverberating with a resonance that echoed across the battlefield. With an intense surge of magic, the air crackled with energy as they summoned forth their most devastating abilities, each one vying to outdo the other in a display of unparalleled might.
Valtor, drawing upon the arcane arts of Magic Synthesis, melded together the elemental forces of fire and wind with unprecedented precision. With a flick of his wrist, he conjured forth a tempest of flame and fury, engulfing the landscape in a cataclysmic Firestorm of unparalleled magnitude. Yet, he did not stop there. Harnessing the power of Macro Magic, he infused his creation with a potency and scale beyond comprehension, transforming it into a Multi-Tornado of swirling destruction that tore through the air with unstoppable force.
As the flames roared and the winds howled, Valtor unleashed his creation upon the world with a thunderous roar, the very earth quaking beneath its fury. The inferno consumed everything in its path, reducing all in its wake to ash and cinder as it tore through the landscape with unrelenting ferocity.
Meanwhile, Mael, undeterred by Valtor's display of power, tapped into the depths of his own reservoir of magic. With a gesture, he summoned forth a torrent of water from the depths of the ocean, shaping it into a colossal tsunami that dwarfed even the mightiest of waves. Yet, unlike any ordinary wave, this tsunami was imbued with the chilling power of absolute zero, freezing everything it touched in its icy grip.
With a single command, Mael unleashed his creation upon the world, the frozen waters crashing down upon the land with a deafening roar. The very air turned to ice as the tsunami swept across the landscape, leaving a frozen wasteland in its wake.
As the Firestorm clashed with the tsunami, the very fabric of reality seemed to tremble, unable to contain the sheer magnitude of their power. With each passing moment, the battlefield descended further into chaos, as Valtor and Mael continued their struggle for dominance, each determined to emerge victorious at any cost.
For Magi who had not yet reached their level, fear and excitement mingled as some of their ships had lords on them, witnessing the clash of two individuals whom they believed were both Servants, maybe even divine spirits, but were actually not.
Until both of them used Cosmic Power. At that moment, it was the climax of the battle. Valtor used Planet Befall, combining it with Macro Magic in the sky, creating 20 asteroids big enough to overshadow the Moon itself.
It was an end-of-the-world scenario for humanity; they saw the Asteroids of Annihilation already in their atmosphere. It was a countdown now.
Mael didn't back down either; he created a black hole and used it as an Improptu of Knuckle duster. He punched each asteroid with a deafening punch enough to shatter reality like glass breaking just by swinging it. The asteroids were destroyed, but suddenly, there were more.
Valtor used Supernova, creating Solar system annihilation where the very stars themselves seemed to tremble at the sheer magnitude of the power being unleashed. With a gesture, Valtor summoned forth the might of a Supernova, channeling the explosive energy of a dying star into a cataclysmic blast that threatened to consume everything in its path. The heavens themselves seemed to weep as the Solar system was engulfed in a maelstrom of destruction, the very fabric of space-time unraveling at the seams.
Yet, even as the universe teetered on the brink of oblivion, Mael refused to yield. With a defiant roar, he tapped into the depths of his own cosmic power, shaping the very fabric of reality with his will alone. With a gesture, he conjured forth a black hole of unfathomable size, its gravitational pull drawing in everything in its vicinity with irresistible force.
As Valtor and Mael charged towards each other, their hands infused with the unimaginable power of the cosmos, the fate of the universe hung in the balance. With a deafening roar that echoed across the battlefield, they collided in a final, cataclysmic clash, their determination unwavering as they prepared to unleash their ultimate attack.
Jeanne's desperate plea rang out, a poignant reminder of the devastation their battle had wrought upon the world. Yet, despite her heartfelt words, Valtor and Mael remained locked in their deadly embrace, their minds consumed by the relentless pursuit of victory.
With a primal scream, they hurled themselves towards each other, their fists poised to deliver the decisive blow. Valtor's hand crackled with the incandescent energy of a supernova, while Mael's was wreathed in the inescapable darkness of a black hole.
In a split-second decision that would determine the fate of the universe, they each thrust forth their hands, unleashing their final attack upon the other. The air crackled with anticipation as the forces of creation and destruction collided in a titanic struggle for supremacy.
And then, in a moment of surreal clarity, it was over.
Valtor extended his hand, revealing a rock, while Mael unveiled a paper.
In that instant, the world held its breath as the truth dawned upon them. In the timeless game of rock-paper-scissors, victory was not decided by brute force or cosmic power, but by the simple laws of chance and fate.
As realization washed over them, Valtor and Mael stood in stunned silence, their hands trembling with the weight of their choices.
"FUCK YEAH!" As Mael erupted into triumphant celebration, his exuberant shouts echoing across the battlefield, Valtor stood in stunned silence, his hand still trembling from the shock of defeat. It was a moment of disbelief for him, a realization that the outcome of their epic struggle had been decided not by cosmic power or magical prowess, but by the whims of chance and fate.
For Valtor, who had devoted his life to mastering the arcane arts and honing his skills as a warrior, the defeat was a bitter pill to swallow. To be bested in a contest as seemingly trivial as rock-paper-scissors was a humbling experience, one that forced him to confront the limits of his own power and the capricious nature of destiny, no actually he already foresaw it.
Meanwhile, Mael continued to revel in his victory, his jubilant cries ringing out like a clarion call amidst the chaos of battle. For him, the outcome of the death match had brought not only triumph but also a sense of satisfaction from the burdens of their eternal conflict.
As Valtor watched his brother celebrate with unbridled joy, a mix of emotions surged within him—anger, frustration, and a profound sense of loss. Yet, amidst the turmoil, there was also a glimmer of something else. A spite.
"FUCK!" As Valtor's frustration boiled over in a torrent of expletives, Mael remained aloof, his jubilant demeanor unshaken by his brother's outburst.
"Skill issue, brother," Mael taunted, his voice carrying on the wind as he hovered above the clouds.
"You should get good." Valtor gritted his teeth, his pride stung by the defeat.
"We're even, dumbass. One for you today, but it'll be different tomorrow." Mael chuckled, the sound carrying across the battlefield like a mocking echo.
"Yeah, jackass, I know. But the feeling of victory... Ahh, it's intoxicating. No wonder you like it so much. Though, I have to admit, scoring one against you is already better than nothing." Valtor smirked, a flicker of pride breaking through the tension between them.
"Heh, another achievement unlocked, right?"
"Correct," Mael agreed, his expression softening as he regarded his brother.
"So, what are we going to do about this mess?" he gestured towards the chaos they had wrought. Valtor sighed, reaching for the amulet of Uroboros that hung around his neck. With a gesture, green energy activated its powers, the artifact pulsating with energy as it rewove the fabric of reality, restoring order to the devastated landscape.
As the chaos subsided and the world returned to its rightful state, Valtor and Mael shared a brief nod of understanding. Though they may be rivals, even brothers, their bond transcended the petty conflicts of mortal men.
"Okay, let's go. We're going to have a shitty life from here on out."
"Yeah, yeah." Valtor carried Jeanne and Laeticia in his arms like sacks of potatoes and moved on to Rhodes Island, where Valtor and Mael stayed together in the Sanctum that he had created before with additional people.