A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

The magicians felt this aura for the first time, and they all understood one thing: the young man standing in front of them was not a magician. However, the boy is not a monster or a doll, his body and mind are completely human.

Instinct told the magicians that the boy was different from what they saw "ahead".

They never understood what the young man named Frater Eskaldes was looking at.

Although the Berserker felt it in the past few days, he did not say it out loud. Because he knew that Flatt was not the kind of person who could be divided into good and evil.

As if to prove the berserker’s idea, Flatt continued in a tone without any kindness or malice:

"To kill them casually, wouldn't it be pitiful and wasteful?"

The magicians tensed up with fear.

Only the Berserker noticed that when Flatt said this, a look similar to loneliness appeared on his face.

——At this moment, there are still 20 hours left before Bennett releases the Noble Phantasm.

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Meanwhile, the alleys of downtown Snowfield.

"Human beings are really careless about life now. It looks very pitiful."

In an alley slightly away from the high-rise buildings, although there were still some pedestrians before dawn, the security was obviously not good at all. Filia - to be precise, "something" attached to Filia stood in the alley and murmured her thoughts in a low voice.

"Is it rash?" Filia responded to a female magician who was following her, looking timid.

Seeing that the other party was cautious, Filia shrugged easily and continued: "Yes, should we say that they are careless, or are they in a hurry to reincarnate? It is indeed good to immerse yourself in the fleeting happiness, but since there is this Opportunity, why not fully enjoy this moment?"

Filia's eyes looked at the drunken and noisy men, as well as the fierce gangsters who were very suitable for this alley.

"That man is inhaling strange herbal smoke into his body, and the one over there is smelling of blood. It doesn't matter if he is drunk to death decadently, but since he is going to die, he should die more beautifully."

Filia's outfit stood out in this alley.

She has long, transparent silver-white hair, and a pair of bright red eyes shining beautifully against the snow-white skin.

That extraordinarily perfect face seemed to have been carved artificially, and now under the influence of "something", it was revealing the brilliance of humanity along with vivid emotions.

"Hey, little girls, it's so late to come to a place like this..."

"Don't block the road. Seeing as you didn't say any dirty words, I'll forgive you this time. Either disappear or die."

Since entering this alley, Filia has been accosted by gangsters several times. But Filia just looked at the gangsters and made them fall to the ground frothing at the mouth.

The girl magician walking behind her understood why they fell.

Because Filia condensed the too strong magic power in her body to a level that even ordinary people without magic circuits could perceive, causing a strong shock to the brains of the gangsters.

"Internal magic power (Od), external magic power (Mana), or is it a principle that is different from these two concepts?"

The torrent of magic power swirling around the opponent shrouded the girl magician's heart in fear.

The young magician could feel the huge magic power surrounding Filia, but what really frightened her was that the magic power stayed within a radius of about three meters with Filia as the center, forming a semicircular magic shield. .

To be more specific, the magic shield did not leak any magic power. Magical energy, with Filia as its core, circulates continuously like a small planet model.

The man in front of me is not a magician.

She is the Einzbern cyborg Filia. Although the girl knew her identity through intelligence in advance, she now only retains that appearance. The person inside is neither a cyborg nor a magician, and is even different from ordinary heroic spirits.

The young magician couldn't help but feel timid when faced with this completely unknown thing. "Something" wearing Filia's appearance said to her: "You are the same, Harley. Although self-sacrifice magic is not uncommon in my era, at least you must sacrifice it happily, otherwise others will look at it. I feel very sad.”

Hearing Filia's words, the young magician Harley felt like her heart was being seen through, and her body couldn't help but tremble.

Harley Bolzak——

A lone magician who does not belong to the clock tower, but his skills in black magic (Witchcraft) are top-notch. For a certain purpose, she used magic to enter the United States of America, and was later taken in by Francesca.

Black magic comes with sacrifice. Harley is a heretic. She uses her own flesh and blood as a living sacrifice and has never cursed anyone else, so she is the best at using "curse backlash". But her magician qualifications are still among the very high ones.

Although she was an excellent magician and was proud of her use of magic, she developed an extremely strong hatred for the "magic world" because of something.

In order to destroy the magic world, Harley accepted the deal proposed by Francesca. If she successfully obtains the Holy Grail, she will use the power of the Holy Grail to invalidate all the concealment work intentionally done by the magic world.

In this way, the general public will be aware of the existence of magic, and the mystery of magic will be weakened, thus making magicians far away from the "roots", and even the concept of magic is expected to disappear from the world.

With these thoughts in mind, Harley participated in the Holy Grail War - but the summoned Berserkers attacked her, causing her to be seriously injured and on the verge of death. At this moment, Harley was rescued by "something" possessing Filia. It was such a wonderful fate that Harry walked into an alley with poor security before dawn.

A good magician is not afraid of a gangster or two. If you are a high-level magician such as Clock Tower's "Dian Wei" or "Color Bit" and have specialized combat abilities, you can easily deal with a mob group or an ordinary small army. As for the very small number of magicians who have enhanced their combat skills to the highest level, they can even challenge the army of a small country by themselves as long as they use strategies and tactics appropriately.

Although Harley is an excellent magician, she is not suitable at all for participating in direct combat. If you use a familiar, you can drive away a hundred gangsters. But if someone suddenly stabs her from behind with a dagger and injures her vital parts, then even if the magic seal has a recovery function, she will have to face death.

Therefore, for Harley, the servant is both her shield and her spear. But the heroic spirit she summoned was a mad warrior who had lost her mind. She had no idea how far the other party could obey her orders.

But... Harley looked at Filia. "Something" in that artificial human body easily subdued the Berserker. It looked to Harley like she was dealing with a puppy.

With Filia's intervention, Harley officially concluded a contract with the Berserker, but Harley still could not regard the Berserker she summoned as her servant.

Harley moved her gaze to the top of her head and looked at the "it" following them - the robot hero seemed to be a fusion of a robot spider and a lion, exuding a strange aura. It did not become a spirit, but crawled around on the wall of the building like a giant spider that only appeared in movies.

Not only was there no magic reaction from the mechanical doll, but there was also no sound, so people in the building were not seen panicking.

Seeing Harley's surprised expression, Filia proudly told her: "Don't worry, I have blocked all its breath and figure, so only you and I can see it."

Although Filia said it lightly, Harley understood how much ability it took to achieve this level, and she was once again afraid of the person in front of her.

A whole day has passed since meeting Filia, and Harley still doesn't know her identity and purpose.

The injuries Harley sustained while summoning the Berserkers have been healed by Filia. But in order to make up for the lost costume, repair the damaged magic circuit, and most importantly, to collect intelligence about the surroundings, Harley has been hiding in her magic workshop.

Filia went somewhere unknown and disappeared until midnight before returning. She muttered, "Out of curiosity, I traveled to many countries in one day yesterday... I found that although the world has become more beautiful, it is also very boring. But compared to my time, there are many things worthy of praise." While grabbing Harley's hand and forcefully taking her outside.

Harley has never known how to resist others, so she has been unable to speak, but finally she mustered up the courage to ask: "Excuse me...where are we going?"

"Do you even need to ask? Of course I'm going to the other servants." "Eh?"

Harley was stunned for a moment.

Seeing this, Filia tilted her head in disbelief and said, "Didn't you participate in this Holy Grail War? I just want to help you a little and let you win. This is consistent with my purpose."

"Could it be...that you want to break into other masters' base?"

"Yes, there is a row of workshops right in front of here. They are quite big but a little dirty. To be honest, I don't want to get close to a place full of smoky smell."

"That thing" in Filia's body sighed softly, looked up at the slightly white sky, and said to herself:

"But I can't bear the mess in my yard... I need to clean it up quickly."

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At the same time, the police station.

Orlando, the man who commanded the Snowfield Police Force, cut off the sharing of feelings with his Servant, the Warlock.

Because he felt that there was no reconnaissance work for the servants to do, and there was no need to tell the servants the information.

Although this made it impossible for Orlando to see the servant's spiritual world and past memories through dreams, he didn't think it was necessary.

The "fake" warlock summoned by Orlando - Alexandre Dumas (Alexander Dumas) is now making a Noble Phantasm in a place far away from the police station, or in other words, tampering with the Noble Phantasm. Since the two of them did not share feelings, they could not use telepathy, and their communication basically relied on the phone.

It has been almost a day since the stalker's attack. The police camp headed by Orlando finally readjusted their position, but fell into new chaos.

The police received news that "diseases spread among animals" and "mental illnesses that suddenly started shouting that they cannot leave the city" were occurring in the city. As police officers maintaining law and order, and as the party behind the Holy Grail War, they are desperately trying to sort out the information collected from both parties.

At this moment, Orlando's cell phone rang with a call from Alexandre Dumas.

"Hey, brother! You answered the call pretty fast! Are you staying up late?"

"Well, I haven't had a good night's sleep since I summoned you."

"Haha! If you have time to ridicule me, you might as well summon Hippolyte Duran. He is very capable. After all, he built my house! You should have heard of the name 'Count of Monte Cristo Castle' Is it okay? But it already belongs to someone else."

"Of course I've heard of it. It's now a museum in your honor."

It was a mansion built on the Île-de-France. It was so luxurious that people could mistake it for a small castle. It was built by Alexandre Dumas at his peak. It can be said that this luxurious house overlooking the Seine Valley symbolizes the peak of Alexandre Dumas' life.

"Yes, I was shocked after checking it out. The home I sold when I was penniless was actually transformed into my memorial hall, and it is still preserved to this day!"

"You have to thank the fans who have loved your work for generations."

"You're right. But I didn't expect that they would even hang up my mistress's portrait. Now, whether it's the work, the house, or my mistress, none of it belongs to me. Anyway, it doesn't matter if it can make people who like that place happy. Let’s build that house in vain.”

"The work and the house are okay, but mistresses are not recommended in modern values."

The warlock turned a deaf ear to Orlando's ridicule and continued: "The point is the writing room built near the house... People around him call it 'Castle d'If.' Although it is a bit too much to regard the room where the author writes in seclusion as a prison island. , but thanks to this writing room, my writing efficiency has improved so much.”

"You don't want to travel back and forth between France and this city, do you?"

"Really, I've been dead for more than a hundred and thirty years, but I didn't expect that people haven't even invented a machine that can move instantly."

"Teleport from here to France - that's not magic at all, but the realm of magic." After saying that, Orlando thought for a while and asked, "But you will name your home 'The Castle of the Count of Monte Cristo'. Look. You are really satisfied with that work. Or was it the people around you who called that name first?"

"Who knows, maybe I called it that because I wanted to ridicule someone, but no one came to me to complain during my lifetime. Forget it, this kind of thing is not important, right?"

Seeing Dumas change the subject in a very rare and abrupt manner, Orlando reluctantly acquiesced. Because he also felt that as a half-time chat, they chatted a little longer.

"Then what? Why did you call me specifically?"

"Ah, yes, didn't that vampire destroy several people's Noble Phantasms? I figured out how to repair them."

"This is really good news. I will let people..."

"Stop it. I don't need any errands, but I would like to ask you for a few people."

Hearing Dumas's words, Orlando frowned and asked: "Listen to your tone...you don't want a woman as usual, do you?"

"Well. I want you to bring the selected police squad - Clan Calatin - to me. Not everyone needs to come, but I want the kind of people who have a firm determination to live. Ah, Count the people whose precious phantoms were destroyed, including the little brother whose right hand was eaten."

"..."

The Servant's proposal made Orlando hesitate. Although the members of Twenty-Eight Monsters also knew about Alexandre Dumas' existence, he could not immediately judge whether it was a good thing for the two parties to meet directly.

A few days ago, Orlando would not have allowed Dumas to meet with his men unless necessary, and Dumas had no special intention of meeting them.

But judging from the current situation, some changes are indeed needed.

"I heard... you don't need to meet the user directly to make a Noble Phantasm?"

"Yes. Meeting the user will not make the Noble Phantasm stronger. Ordinary humans and Noble Phantasms are not compatible. It is not my job to adjust the feel of the weapon."

Alexandre Dumas not only answered quite simply, but also took the initiative to reveal the answer before Orlando asked "Why?": "I am just an audience this time, and providing you with the lowest level of help is considered as my ticket price for watching the show. "

"ah?"

"It's just that since I am an audience member, I have to act like an audience member. When I see the actor in the photo, I have to buy one or two bouquets of flowers to show my support for him."

What Dumas said made Orlando think for a moment. Orlando first let out a long sigh, and after a few seconds of silence, he said with determination: "Okay. But before they become magicians, they are my important subordinates first. You have to promise me , never mess with their magic circuits and spirits."

"I'm not a magician like Eliphas Livy and Paracelsus. Do you think I have that ability?"

"Whether Elifas is an official magician recognized by the Magic Association is still open to question... but being able to give 'inheritance' to a weapon with the qualities of a Noble Phantasm to generate a Noble Phantasm - this is not something that an incompetent person can do. "Okay, I may affect their destiny. But don't worry about this little thing. I will try my best to change their destiny in a good direction."

Orlando wanted to give some advice to the shameless Dumas, but in the end he swallowed his words and ended the call hastily.

"Sorry, I have a little problem here. You can tell me later when to let my subordinates go over."

"Haha! You really don't even have time to rest! Brother, prepare your stomach medicine! Speaking of which, there are really many types of modern stomach medicine, which is so interesting! Remember to take care of your stomach, bye!"

After hanging up the phone, Orlando looked aside. Standing there was a member of the Twenty-Eight Monsters who was also his secretary, handing him a report.

Orlando nodded silently and read the report again.

The content of the report is that the Einzbern family's artificial man has appeared in the city and is acting together with a magician brought by Francesca - the master of the true servants.

What concerned him more was where the two of them were going.

Orlando had heard about the masters arranged by Francesca and Faldius in advance, and they participated in the Holy Grail War as pawns of their own camp.

Khasura, who planned to summon the Swordsman, was killed by the Rogue.

The magician mercenary Sigma only communicates with Faldius.

The little princess of the Lusendra family, Doris Lusandra, was not captured by the police surveillance network. This family is proficient in enhanced magic, and it is said that they have even abandoned the concept of human beings.

Therefore, Harley's traces became an extremely valuable achievement. However, her situation with the Einzbern androids was not optimistic.

Was she brainwashed or coerced? No, considering Harley Bolzak's background, it's possible that she made some kind of deal to switch sides. Harley is not a very powerful magician, so as long as she remains vigilant about killing with curses, there will be no problem. But in this aspect, besides her, there are other people who need to be alert, so Orlando and the others have already formulated several countermeasures.

So, the question is locked on one point - what kind of heroic spirit did Harley summon?

Although the "above" will tell Orlando the master's information, they will not also notify who summoned what heroic spirit. In the eyes of the higher-ups, the Twenty-Eight Monsters must also be considered abandoned.

However, among the masters participating in this Holy Grail War, Orlando still knows clearly where the base of magicians who need to be constantly vigilant is.

According to his speculation, the destination where Harley and the Einzbern androids were going was the base of a certain magician.

"Industrial Park...Are they going to find the demons of the Scladio family?"

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Bazdilot Cotilio would consciously refuse to dream.

He exerts suggestions on himself, causing his body and brain to enter light sleep and deep sleep respectively. Taking a nap of just a few minutes at a time can keep you active for a long time.

This kind of short sleep that uses the dismantling of consciousness is one of the simple magic tricks widely used among magicians. It is also a means to ensure that when an enemy appears, one can act immediately as soon as he wakes up.

However, dismantling consciousness is equivalent to committing suicide, and only a handful of people often use this method.

I heard that in addition to this method, many magicians and mercenaries in the world also use various other sleep techniques. But Bazdilot hates dreaming, so he doesn't like light sleep (rapid eye movement sleep).

Because of this, Bazdilot found it strange.

At a certain moment, he suddenly realized that he was dreaming.

Surrounded by a sea dyed golden by the setting sun.

The huge ship split two white waves and moved slowly on the sea, and he was sitting on this ship.

Bazdilot soon understood: this was not a dream, but a phenomenon of memory sharing, composed of magic power and another person's intelligence.

The line of sight was also much higher than usual, and Bazdilot had to lower his head to see the blond man in front of him.

With an arrogant smile on his lips, the man said:

"Why am I not afraid of you? Do you even need to ask? Of course it's because I am a sage and have wisdom beyond God."

Bazdilot believed that this was the memory of Alcides, the servant who received his magic power.

After calming down and observing, Bazdilot discovered that the blond man seemed to be speaking the language of the ancient Aegean Sea. But I don’t know whether it was because the heroic spirit accepted the modern knowledge given by the world, or was affected by the master’s magical connection. In Bazdilot’s mind, those languages ​​became the languages ​​he usually used.

The owner of the memory—or the container named Alcides—is standing on a ship, and its luxury does not seem to be something that can be created by ancient technology. In addition, there are several figures around.

Although Bazdilot was seeing other people's memories now, he could still feel that the people around him were exuding amazing magic power. He thought that for ordinary people, just sharing such memories would be mentally damaging.

"Human beings are basically brainless. The king is the leader of idiots selected from idiots. That's why the country has been unable to unify, wars have broken out one after another, and people continue to starve. Therefore, humans like me must To gain strength and honor.”

However, in terms of "power", the blond man giving a speech in front of him was no better than the people around him.

Although he seemed to be blessed by something, after further analysis after increasing his sensory sensitivity, he felt that the magic on him was like the magic of the ship itself.

"Those guys who are afraid of you are also hopeless idiots. Because of this, they cannot understand you as a monster. They clearly don't understand you, but they want to use you, so they praise you as a hero while trembling with fear. While praising you very much. What a group of inferior creatures. You know there is a group of ignorant guys, right? Not only do they sacrifice to the messengers of God, but they even offer living sacrifices to man-eating wolves that are not even monsters. .In my opinion, there is no difference between the two types of people."

The man said these words in a loud voice, and the feeling was more like a belief that his words were the only truth and "as it should be" than being narcissistic.

The reactions of the people around him varied. Some people nodded repeatedly with bright eyes, while others smiled bitterly with expressions like "It's starting again." As for the female archer standing at the bow of the ship, she exuded a beast-like aura and cast a suspicious look at the blond man, as if she was looking at something strange.

I don’t know if the man didn’t feel these gazes, or if he did, he didn’t want to pay attention to them. I just heard him continue:

"My country is very different from the country I founded. I will let all citizens receive education, build a school more luxurious than that stable, and teach my knowledge to thousands of people. Everyone can read and write, and everyone can read and write. No one will be deceived by profiteers. But even so, they probably can't reach my height, so I can only make up for their shortcomings."

——What a talkative man.

Bazdilot was not impressed by the man's speech.

The real listener, Alcides, remained silent as the other person continued to talk.

"It doesn't matter, I am going to be the king, so I have been mentally prepared for this level of labor. As long as everyone obeys my orders honestly, I will give everyone corresponding rewards and a prosperous country, a A country that makes people feel at ease. In this country... listen, no one in this country will be afraid of you!"

Alcides was about to say something, but was interrupted by the blond man.

He opened his arms, as if to express that his words represented the will of the world, and said categorically:

"Because everyone understands that you are my subordinate, my friend, and my possessions."

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Just then, Bazdilot woke up.

He looked around and looked at the magic workshop built underneath the meat processing plant. It was still as simple and shabby as usual.

Bazdilot first made sure he was still sitting on the chair, then took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time. Exactly five minutes have passed since I fell asleep.

He was silent for a moment, recalling the scene he had just seen, and then slowly said the result of his inference: "It turns out that man is the captain of the Argonaut."

As soon as he finished speaking, part of the magic workshop began to shake, and the thick magic power condensed into a human shape.

Alcides released his spiritual state and asked Master Bazdilot: "What do you mean by this?"

"Maybe because our magic channels are connected, I was invaded by your memory. I saw a self-respecting boy on a ship talking endlessly, talking about the Utopia and other nonsense. "

Bazdilot spoke openly about what he saw and heard and how he felt about it.

Hearing this, Alcides was silent for a while, then laughed softly, shook his head as if he was nostalgic for the distant past, and said: "Utopia... the one who would talk such nonsense on the ship must be that boy. "

"A boring man. Now he is just a fool who overestimates his capabilities. He will only be used by people like us until there are no bones left and then thrown away. Why would a great hero like you be on that kind of man's ship? Become a crew member?"

In a calm tone, Bazdilot expressed his evaluation and doubts about the captain of the Argonaut.

Alcides answered without thinking: "That man is the embodiment of stupidity. He embodies all the weakness and distortion of human beings. And even when facing his companions, he often says, 'I am the only one who can make the most of you. ', Atalanta has always treated him with a cold shoulder."

Atalanta, the legendary huntress who aboard the Argonauts with Alcides. Hearing her name, Bazdilot speculated that it should be the female archer who appeared in the scene just now.

"But that man told the same dream equally to me, who was regarded as a monster, to the queen of Lemnos, and even to the seaside monster who could understand human language. His goal Not a god, but a king. No, maybe in his heart, there is no difference between the two."

Although Alcides' words were excessive, they were not meant to be insulting.

"This miserable man has even forgotten the teachings of our common teacher, Chiron, and is only trying to satisfy his own desires. However, his stupid dream is true."

Alcides told the story of the captain of the Argonaut, as if he were recounting a dream he had had.

"Among the humans I have met, this man covered in mud, water and desire is the most humane. What can defeat me is not the curse sent down by God or the fire of thunder, but the destruction of my soul by that kind of human When burned by endless greed.”

"From your tone, this seems to be your expectation."

"Of course, but I want to get my revenge first."

Then, Alcides talked about the glorious ship he was on - the Argonauts.

"That ship is the real devil's cave. There is a bright light on the surface, but inside it is filled with destruction, desire, betrayal and other sins of mankind. Including the captain, there must be no one on that ship who can't kill me. .vice versa."

"You seem to have a special affection for that ship."

Hearing this slightly sarcastic remark from the other party without any expression, Alcides told the story of the captain's end without comment.

"I heard that the man lost everything in the end and was smashed into a pulp by the wreckage of the ship that shared the same joys and sorrows with him... Or maybe this was the only sincere mercy given by that capricious ship."

Alcides' expression of deep emotion surprised Bazdilot.

"I didn't expect him to say so much, but I don't think he is a man who likes to talk about the past..."

Alcides held the bow and tapped it gently on the floor.

Sharp blows sounded from the ground, and Alcides' murderous intent burst into the air. The air in the workshop immediately became cold and the earthquake trembled violently.

"I just said all this to express my thoughts to you fairly. Because I don't want to be slandered and said that I am like those lawless people who claim to be gods, killing people unreasonably."

"...What do you want to say?"

Even though he was surrounded by Alcides' murderous intent, Bazdilot still did not waver.

If it were an ordinary person, under such pressure, the body would probably collapse before the spirit. Alcides lowered his voice and gave a "loyal word" to the Master: "Although he is a fool, arrogant, self-indulgent, and hopeless...but he is also my friend. You have never been on that ship, I You are not allowed to look down upon him so nonchalantly.”

This is direct intimidation. Bazdilot believed that if he dared to say one more word that looked down upon the captain, Alcides would attack him mercilessly.

"I see, I understand. I won't apologize, but I can promise you that I will never bring up this topic again."

After a brief silence, Alcides suppressed his murderous intent and turned his back to Bazdilot.

Looking at Alcides' back, Bazdilot understood why that meaningless conversation scene flowed into his consciousness through the magic channel.

Because on that ship, the man named Alcides was treated not as a "son of a god" but as a "human being." It was a rare time for him.

The only other time he was seen as human was probably in his childhood, or with his doomed wife and children.

The traces of the human being "Alcides" emerged and accumulated like stepping stones, and he became what he is today.

What a twisted story.

The culprit who twisted the other party - Bazdilot thought so, with neither sympathy nor contempt in his heart. In order to make better use of the other party in the future, he kept the conversation in mind.

In other words, is that captain really a hero?

Bazdilot slightly improved his evaluation of the blond man and thought about his future plans. At this moment, a communication from the above-ground branch of the meat processing plant came through the communication device in the workshop.

"What's wrong?" Bazdilot asked coldly.

The subordinate on the first floor, who was also a magician, responded in a voice that sounded like a scream: "It's Einzbern! Einzbern's android is here."

The men's words stopped abruptly. A strong noise came immediately, and the call was interrupted after hearing what sounded like a person falling to the ground.

Bazdilot stood up without saying a word and looked at the stairs leading to the ground.

Alcides also noticed something was wrong. He held his bow and whispered: "There is only one breath, but there seems to be something else."

Is this a hero's intuition or something similar to the mind's eye?

Alcides believed that the faint aura he sensed was not the same person who brought down Bazdilot's men.

Soon, his idea was proved——

"Click, click..." The footsteps of two people slowly came down from upstairs.

A few seconds later, a female creature first appeared in the workshop. Her snow-white skin and long silver-white hair were very eye-catching. What appeared next was a girl who looked like a magician, huddled up as if to hide behind the cyborg.

At this moment, Bazdilot and Alcides finally understood that the reason why they did not sense the aura of the Einzbern homunculus was because she allowed magic to circulate around her.

The magic shield is formed by strong magic power and has a radius of several meters. Seeing this, Alcides silently held the bow, while Bazdilot asked calmly: "Einzbern doll, what are you doing here?"

Contrary to Bazdilot, who had almost no emotions, the face of the female creature showed a happy look, and answered with a soft smile: "Oh, why do you look like you are covered in mud... You are no longer a Human beings.

"Then...even if I kill you and that twisted heroic spirit, it won't matter, right?" ××

That dim world is filled with a rich forest atmosphere.

Several huge cedar trees as high as tall buildings towered into the clouds, as if they were not allowing new shoots to breathe, covering the vast land with dark branches and leaves.

In this darkness, a darker shadow was pushed down.

Although its appearance has a deep earth-like color, its interior is full of powerful magic and the brilliance of life.

The soil squirmed like slime mold, and various "languages" were repeated inside.

To be precise, it is not even a language, but a collection of "will" that is letting the newly born earth soul remember what it is.

- Pierced, then sutured.

——You are the spear that penetrates everything, the wedge that stitches together the world.

——You have the qualifications to become a perfect doll, and you also have this obligation.

——You are what we put in order to restrain the arrogance on earth. You are our first and last mercy.

——Let the human race remember their own responsibilities. And you are the one who leads them.

- Pierced, then sutured.

——But you have to learn first.

——You need to know.

——What is human beings?

——In the Forest of Enlil, Utu created "perfect human beings". - Look, say it, and then imitate the shape.

——Afterwards, Ninurta will give you power.

——Before being thrown into the Forest of Uruk, you must coexist with the "people" raised by Utu.

——Become a perfect doll.

——You are the clod that imitates all life.

——Go talk to humans.

- Pierced, then sutured.

Countless words passed from the world into the core of the clod.

The clod just stayed quietly in the shadow of the forest, obeying the command of the words and constantly searching - he must understand human beings and see the "perfect human beings" raised by Utu.

Soon, the air in the forest became extremely cold - "that thing" suddenly appeared in front of the clod.

The "words" echoing inside the clod became more and more exciting. The instinct of the clod tells it that this is the "perfect human being".

The clod has no gender and simply exists in the forest. At this moment, it realized "that thing"——

Emitting endless complaints, as if hating everything in the world forever.

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In the forest.

"What's wrong? You seem to have been talking in your sleep?" Enkidu asked the silver wolf as the master, gently stroking its back.

Silver Wolf slowly opened his eyes. After seeing that it was surrounded by a familiar forest, it seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and rubbed its head against Enkidu.

After hearing the silver wolf bark a few times, Enkidu's face darkened slightly, and he said with a tone of regret from the bottom of his heart: "Really... That must be a memory from before I was born. I'm sorry for letting you have it. A horrific experience.”

After saying that, Enkidu closed his eyes quietly. For him now, the events of that era have long become a distant past.

As he recalled, he whispered as if talking to himself.

"Whether Utu or the other gods...except for Ishtar and Ereshkigal, they all firmly believe that 'she' is a 'perfect human being'. No...if you meet 'her' After that, if I didn’t get to know Sanhant and Gill, maybe I would be so convinced.”

Seeing Enkidu's sad eyes, Silver Wolf gave a gentle cry, as if to comfort him.

Enkidu smiled at the silver wolf, then looked up at the starry sky that was slightly different from that of the past, and spoke of the future of the "gods".

"Perhaps from that moment on, it was destined to say goodbye to the people of Babylonia."

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The top floor of the hotel Crystal Hill.

"Well...this level is far inferior to the king's room in Uruk."

"Really... I think this place is beautiful enough." Tini Cherk sighed in surprise, but her servant, the Hero King Gilgamesh, asserted with some displeasure: "Of course, this However, every piece of furniture taken out from my treasure house is of the highest quality. However, the atmosphere of this era is not worthy of my treasures. Moreover, this room is too small for such a small amount. Furniture simply cannot convey the splendor and splendor of Uruk.”

Gilgamesh looked around the royal suite, voicing his displeasure, but the room was nothing like it had been a few hours ago.

Although the glass windows in the room were smashed due to Alcides' attack, this is the most advanced room in Snowfield after all, and both the furniture and the bed are of first-class quality. Tiny usually lives in a remote village in the desert, so for her, this royal suite can be called another world. However--

In the evening, Gilgamesh tells the story of building the walls of Uruk. As soon as he started talking about how the city of Uruk was completed, he suddenly said that he wanted to change the appearance of the room.

He seemed to suspect that Tini and others were still ignorant of the beauty of Uruk, so he ordered the group of men in black under Tini to "move all the furniture to the corridor." He then took from the treasury various ornaments from the Babylonian period.

Tiny was stunned by the beautiful objects.

The carpet gave people the illusion of walking on clouds, the dining table seemed to be carved from stone, and the tableware placed on it exuded a light she had never seen before.

Even the countless gold decorations that would be ridiculed as "tasteless" if not done properly are designed to be extremely harmonious with the surrounding atmosphere, with a simple beauty, as if they were condensed from a wheat field dyed golden. It's done.

One of the men in black originally thought that "the King of Heroes' usual armor is the shiniest," but thought that if he said this, he would probably die, so he swallowed it back in a cold sweat.

There are also those lapis lazuli stones. Although they are not rare among gems, Tini feels that what she took out from the King of Heroes' treasury is different from what she has seen before.

The surface of the stone is wrapped in transparent blue, emitting a light reminiscent of white waves, making it feel as if there is a real sea hidden in the stone.

As long as the stone is broken, the sea will rush out, and stars and life will be born. If Gilgamesh said this, Tini would take it seriously without even thinking about it.

Even though there were huge gems of such beauty in the room, Gilgamesh still said "not enough" in displeasure.

"We should start with the most basic palace... no, start with the entire city. What do you think, Tini?"

"If such a city were built, we who are not the people of Uruk would be in awe and dare not move around."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Whether you can stand on the road or not has nothing to do with whether you are a member of the Uruk people." Gilgamesh denied Tini's statement and lowered his head to look at her. "In my opinion, everyone They are all equal bastards. The distinction between high and low birth is not even as thick as a piece of gold foil. The people of Uruk that I recognize are the people who use their own will to open up the wilderness."

After saying this, he seemed to think of the people of Uruk, and his expression softened slightly, and he continued: "There is also a bastard who revived the country. She went from being a tavern daughter to a chief priest, and she actually dared to Yelled angrily at me. Although it is puzzling to me that she believes in the goddess of recklessness (Ishtar), but according to my people, her way of existence is considered qualified."

"There are still people like that..."

"Not just her, everyone in Uruk is working hard to survive, but it is not a pain. There are people who trust and respect me, but there are no villains who can only please and flatter me. With this kind of mentality All the people will die in the wilderness, and there is no need for me to examine them. The era in which the people of Uruk lived was such an era."

Having said this, Gilgamesh bathed in the morning sun shining from the window and turned his gaze to Tiny.

Tiny never closed her eyes, probably using special magic to keep her spirits up. Gilgamesh said with a slight displeasure: "I allow you to sleep. Since we are born as humans, we should naturally follow our instincts."

As if he saw what kind of spell Tini had used, Gilgamesh spoke words of comfort to his subordinate.

"But... but Wang! You haven't slept yet and have been working all the time. How can I sleep with my head covered?"

"Then I will order you to rest as a king. Even if it is an unimportant subordinate, I will not let her die of overwork. This will damage my reputation."

Even though she was talking about this, Tini was still hesitant. Gilgamesh lowered his expression and said, "I should have said that you are free to dedicate your body and mind to me, but I do not need an immature soul."

"No... I'm very sorry!"

Tini thanked her again and again before heading to the dormitory. Gilgamesh watched her figure disappear into the dormitory, and then turned his attention to several men in black in the room.

Seeing the King of Heroes, who usually treated them as if they didn't exist, suddenly looking at them, the people in black couldn't help but become nervous.

"You have worked hard too. Serving such an immature little girl must be a hard job, right?"

"How...how could it be possible? We have never had..."

Gilgamesh looked at the first man who smiled apologetically and narrowed his eyes.

Another rat.

As a hero, as a tyrant, as a wise king, and as a heroic spirit, Gilgamesh has seen countless humans, and he instantly recognized that this man was a "traitor". But he didn't point this out, and he didn't even think of telling Tini telepathically.

I originally thought there were only ten mice, but it seems that there will continue to be more in the future.

Gilgamesh sneered in his heart and shook the cup that reflected the rising sun.

Anyway, they are not the king's ministers, but Tini's subordinates. How will she punish those who have second thoughts? Or they may not notice it until someone stabs them in the back...

Bastard, if you say you are not a child, show your heart to me. As a king, I will slowly examine your true value.

Then, in a voice that could not be heard by anyone, he happily muttered to himself: "Bastard, if you are actually just a child, then you just need to indulge in your dreams now.

"Even if it's a nightmare, it's better than reality, right?"

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In a dream.

The morning light shining from the window made Cao Qiuchun open his eyes.

"Mr. Black, good morning!"

Her greeting made the black giant that covered the entire ceiling move happily.

Birds chirped outside the window, and cats and dogs played together in the courtyard.

"Chun, good morning, it's time to have breakfast."

When my mother opened the door, the smell of roasting bacon came from downstairs. Chun showed an innocent smile and replied: "Good morning, mom! I'll get up now!"

For people living in Snowfield, this is an ordinary scene that can be seen everywhere, but it is what Chun longs for most.

Today, ordinary daily life continues to draw the curtain.

"Everyone really went out to play somewhere!"

After breakfast, Tsubaki took the animals out for a walk. She found that the situation on the street had changed slightly from before.

Occasionally vehicles passed by in the driveway, and there were also sparse people on the road.

Since Tsubaki mostly stays at home, she doesn't know anyone except her family.

Even so, when she first found no one on the street, Chun was shocked and scared. Remembering her feelings at that time, she once again thanked "Mr. Black" who was walking in the shadows.

"Mr. Hei, thank you. I was so scared and hungry at that time. Without you, I would definitely have died."

After hearing the young girl's words, the black shadow just squirmed slowly.

On a sparsely populated road, a black shadow swayed leisurely in the shadow of a telephone pole - no matter how you thought of it, it was a scene from a horror movie. Chun, however, had an innocent smile on her face and trusted him wholeheartedly.

Chun didn't understand why he accepted this black alien thing so easily.

Although Chun was still young, no, precisely because she was still young, she would feel fear out of instinct - but the black alien thing inexplicably made Chun feel at ease, so Chun had never been afraid of him from the beginning.

Tsubaki has never had any doubts about this, so no one will consider the close relationship between her and Sombra. Until this moment today.

"Hello, can I pet those kittens and puppies?"

Chun was startled by the sudden greeting and turned her head quickly.

I saw a strange young man standing there.

He should be older than Tsubaki. But in the eyes of adults, both of them look like "young children."

"Um...ok!"

Although Tsubaki was a little confused, she agreed easily.

She didn't realize that the moment the boy appeared, the black shadow - the pale knight, seemed to be wary of something, and his figure suddenly became much larger. When Chun smiled at the boy, he seemed to be relieved and returned to his original size.

On the other side, the young man had a clear view of the black shadow's movements. So after finding out that the other party was off guard, he breathed a sigh of relief.

——Ah, great, he thinks of me as Xiaochun’s companion. I can't fully read the movements of the system-type servants, so I'm really nervous.

The boy thought as he stroked the puppy's face, and then gave Chun an innocent smile.

"Jesta."

"That is……"

"My name is Jesta Caltore, please take care of me!"

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A certain magic workshop.

In the dim workshop, the mastermind and the servant were lying on the bed, eating snacks intimately. They had no idea that a girl had met another child in her dream.

"Hmm...this is so delicious. Give me your share, too?"

"Eating too much will make you fat."

"I'm a heroic spirit, so I won't get fat——"

The young girl Francesca's advice was refuted by the young warlock Francois Prelaty, who even tore open the snack bag with a proud smile.

Francesca puffed up her face and said, "It's great to be a heroic spirit, should I do it too? What if I do something awesome in Francesca's name from now on?" Do you think I will become a heroic spirit?"

"Probably you will merge with me. Because the current you and the you who were copied here are two people, but the memories are the same, so the question of 'do you want to be a heroic spirit?' is very problematic. But it seems that there are also people alive I am summoned to the special circumstances of each era.”

While Francesca was chewing Japanese dorayaki, she was puzzled by Francois's words: "Is Artaud one of the special circumstances? Well, she didn't come this time anyway. Ah. ——Ah, I thought that if I could bully Alto, I could play tricks on Master and the others."

"I think the master's master will at most show a somewhat unhappy expression in the tower, and those elves will not be panicked by this."

"Really... That's right. A lot of things happened in Fuyuki's Fourth Holy Grail War, but the masters didn't help in the end."

"They think it's unnecessary, and they can't go even if they want to. If it's in Britain, it's still possible. After all, there is no longer a mystery in the world that can cross the sea. Let Master and the others cross that lake. Unless the fabric of the world is peeled off (Texture)...Huh?"

The two of them were chatting in the tone of young men and women, talking about content that was incomprehensible. Countless monitors were set up around the bed, showing the status of Francesca's magicians' strongholds in real time. Francois made a sound of confusion at this time, and the hand reaching for the snack stopped in mid-air, his eyes falling on a monitor.

What he saw was a real-time distant view of the industrial park, where Bazdilot Cotilio's Magic Workshop was located.

In the picture, the factory chimney slowly collapsed - and in the rising dust, an unusually large alien figure appeared.

"What is that? A monster or a giant spider from the crystal cave?"

Francois sat upright on the bed and stared at the monitor with interest.

From the looks of it, the giant alien was engaged in a fierce battle with Alcides, causing a storm near the factory.

"The spider won't get up now no matter what. It may be the British cat demon."

"It doesn't look like a cat or a dog? Did someone summon the giants or King Pict?"

Francesca suddenly spotted a familiar figure in the corner of the screen, and saw the figure trying to escape.

"Little Harley?"

Because it was a distant view, Francesca couldn't see very clearly. But the next moment, the monster-like figure moved to Harley's side, blocking all the debris rushing towards her.

Francesca realizes that it was the chess pieces she prepared that caused the "monster" to cause havoc in Bazdilot's factory. Although she didn't know the reason, this alone made Francesca smile intoxicated and grab the monitor excitedly.

"No way... no way, no way! It's so amazing, little Harley is so amazing! She was just making up the numbers, but she summoned something powerful! Is it really 'that hero'? But the magic power Isn’t it too weird? Ah, my internal organs hurt like needles! Oh, I like this kind of child who is beyond my expectation! It’s great! I have to give her a big hug and treat her to a treat when I find time Let’s have cake!”

In contrast to Francesca, who was breathing heavily and her cheeks were red, Servant Francois protested to the Master in a somewhat awkward tone.

"Hey - I can't see the screen!"

In this way, people ushered in the morning.

For the participants in the Holy Grail War, this early morning marked the beginning of the official war.

For ordinary people in Snowfield, this morning was the beginning of destruction. ()