Let's turn back time a little.
In the location of the Greater Grail, Amakusa, having finished his modifications, breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to step directly into the Greater Grail and make his wish, a series of faint footsteps and the sound of a cane tapping the ground reached his ears. The footsteps were very messy; it seemed it was not just one person who had come.
Amakusa's honey-colored eyes narrowed slightly. He turned around. Under the golden light of the Greater Grail, it was not so easy to see his face clearly.
The person had not yet arrived, but his voice came first. An old voice came from the dim corridor.
"Oh? There is still a master here. Then please forgive this old man for coming unannounced. Hmm... of course, this old man has come with ill intentions. May I ask if you could hand over the Holy Grail behind you to this old man? Otherwise, these children by my side are not as reasonable as this old man."
As soon as the old voice fell, one after another, ghouls with a large number of insects on their bodies swayed out from the shadows. The mouths and eyes of these ghouls were full of insects. It seemed they were specially cultivated by the old insect to control corpses. Coincidentally, these ghouls could also be considered corpses. I'm afraid that at this very moment, the brains of these ghouls have been completely occupied by these insects. There were no Elder-level existences among these ghouls. It seemed that the old insect currently no longer had the ability to operate at that level. The injuries he had suffered in the Holy Grail War of the past had affected him more severely than imagined.
Although the old insect was very dissatisfied with this in his heart, he did not show it on his face. Although his own strength had decreased, he couldn't just have "I'm not at my peak now, if you're a friend, come and chop me!" written on his face. The ones who did that were either idiots or people who wanted to directly seek the next life.
Unfortunately, he, the old insect, was neither of these two kinds of people. As for whether he was an idiot or not, at least he himself didn't think so. Whether others thought he was stupid was their business. Could a few words from others make a piece of his flesh fall off? It's not like they were holders of a Word Soul.
Amakusa looked at the old insect before him and had already retrieved the old insect's true identity from his own memory. However, it seemed that this old insect had not yet noticed the identity of the young priest before him. But come to think of it, this old insect had always focused his hatred on Darnic. When Amakusa had descended as a Heroic Spirit at that time, he had had white skin and black hair... And look at the current Amakusa. His hair had turned white, and his skin had also become a dark wheat color, as if he had been to Africa. Hmm... it seemed to be even a little darker than wheat.
As for his hairstyle, of course, many people could have the same hairstyle. Plus, Amakusa was a Servant at that time. After the Holy Grail War, a Servant should have returned to the Throne of Heroes. So, although the old insect had a feeling of familiarity in his heart, he did not think too much in the direction of a Heroic Spirit. He had lived for such a long time. Besides some important people he kept in his heart, if he were to keep others in his heart as well, then his own brain would be a little overloaded. To feel familiar, perhaps in this old man's heart, he would only think it was the descendant of someone he had once known.
"I do find you rather familiar. Step aside obediently, and this old man will not harm you. Otherwise! Don't blame this old man for being merciless."
Amakusa's amber eyes, against this backlit background, looked extremely dazzling. He walked down the steps condensed from magical energy, step by step. Amakusa looked at the old insect before him and raised an eyebrow. "I didn't expect it to be an old friend. And I didn't expect that the one who would walk before me in the end would be you. I had originally intended to wait here for that guy Darnic to come, so I could have my revenge..."
Amakusa walked down the steps step by step, and then drew the treasured sword from his waist. "Forget it. This must be the work of fate. Your soul is already rotten and不堪 (bùkān - unbearable). Let me send your soul back to its final purity and tranquility here."
The old insect had not expected Amakusa to say such words. He then immediately understood the subtext revealed in the young priest's words. He then narrowed his eyes. The young priest before him clearly knew him and Darnic. And the only time they had been together was in the Third Holy Grail War back then. Was the young priest before him also a remnant of the Third Great Holy Grail War? So many years had passed. How had this young priest maintained his youthful appearance?
"Who on earth are you?!!"
Amakusa did not answer, but silently squeezed the weapon in his hand, which had been enhanced by Shakespeare. He then directly rushed out. No matter what, Amakusa's arms both had the abilities of Eye of the Mind (True) and Eye of the Mind (False). While strengthening his own combat skills, they would also strengthen the application of his own magic. So if you were to think that Amakusa had no close combat ability, that would be a bit of a stretch. After a few flashes of sword light, all the ghouls controlled by the insects had their heads chopped off. Amakusa also, at this time, slowly sheathed his own samurai sword.
Before Amakusa's blade was completely sheathed, the old insect widened his eyes. He had finally recognized the appearance of the young priest before him. After all, they were so close. After recognizing the identity of the young priest before him, the old insect wanted to directly turn and leave. However, Amakusa's speed was a step faster. The blade, which had not yet been completely sheathed, was once again unsheathed, directly pinning the old insect to the wall.
The old insect looked at the young priest before him and gritted his teeth. His voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. "You, you've lived from the last Holy Grail War until now?!!"
Amakusa's gaze was cold. One hand directly took out a black key and stabbed it into the old insect's forehead, heart, and abdomen—the three places where the life-worm was most likely to exist. "Thanks to you... I won this Holy Grail War!"
The old insect began to struggle constantly. His body had already begun to gradually turn into insects. As long as his life-worm could escape, he would have the possibility of continuing to live. No matter what, he had to mix his life-worm among the other insects and let it go!!
However, before the old insect could find a way to desperately escape from here, a white light completely enveloped him. The holy light locked onto his body, and at the same time, cut off a certain range. The insects that composed his body began to gradually dissipate.
The old insect looked at all this and his eyes widened slightly. "Holy Canticle!!"
This was a direct attack on the soul! It seemed that he was in real danger today!