A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

His answers are as shown in the data.

On the surface, the Minqiu couple were the librarians of a nearby membership-based private library, and they had established a certain status in Snowfield in a very inconspicuous way.

──粿秋......

──Isn’t he the father of the girl in the hospital?

——So, is it this man who brought me here?

——Are you aware of your daughter's condition, or are you pulling strings behind the scenes... Although there is no time, this should be a priority in the observer's observations.

The observer's ability is to grasp everything that has happened in the city. However, it cannot read the mind, and is limited to what can be recognized by sight and hearing. Although it possesses a huge amount of intelligence, it can only be obtained by "listening to the shadow's speech." Sigma must actively listen to the information he wants to obtain, just like searching for information on the Internet.

However, since there is no way to contact the shadow now, it can be said that there is a serious lack of information about the man in front of him.

Although Sigma thought that "the other party probably doesn't know the information here," he felt that there was no need to give himself a pseudonym, so he decided to say hello first and then observe the other party's attitude.

“…….”

"...My name is Sigma. I'm a little embarrassed. For some reason, I seem to have lost consciousness in the courtyard here. Last night, I remember feeling a little unwell on the street..."

"Ah, that's right. This morning, my daughter found you collapsed in the yard, and is now discussing with my wife whether to move you to the bed."

Generally speaking, in this case, you should go to the police or contact 911...

Although he had doubts, Sigma still followed the topic first

"I see. It's your daughter who covers me with a blanket, right?"

At this time, a woman appeared behind the man who claimed to be Minqiu, and she responded with a gentle smile.

"Yes, that child was holding a blanket. I thought she found the puppy back home... but I didn't expect it to be a human."

Now this situation seemed very natural on the surface, but Sigma could sense a certain emptiness about them.

To prove that his feelings were correct, the assassin whispered to Sigma

"Be careful, this couple seems to have been hinted by someone."

Sigma also understands the current situation.

If in this situation, someone who is "unsuspected" appears instead, then this person will be suspected first.

This is most dangerous if you don't at least understand the intentions of the person (the person imposing the suggestion). Sigma concluded that——

However, the One in his "real state" appeared before them sooner than they imagined.

"Brother, sister, are you okay?"

A girl who seemed to be afraid of strangers poked her head out from behind her mother.

It was a young girl about 10 years old. She slowly walked out from behind her mother, looking panicked and lowering her head out of her own will.

"I am Minqiu Chun!"

This is the name of the girl who is supposed to be in a comatose state.

The girl possessed by some kind of Servant that the assassins and the police force had tried to rescue was now standing in front of them, completely healthy.

While thinking about the reason for this——the girl suddenly turned her gaze behind Sigma and the assassin and said

"That's my friend Mr. Dark!"

At the same time—a strange aura that had never been felt before began to swell behind Sigma and the assassin.

"!?"

The two men immediately looked back and saw a dark thing sitting there under the shade of a huge tree.

Facing this huge "shadow" with a "human shape", Sigma and the assassin immediately went on the highest alert——

Chun's voice from behind sounded in their ears.

"Although Mr. Black is huge, he is not a scary person!"

"Really been waiting"

At this time, a figure was observing from a distance.

The Death Apostle Jesta, at this time, appears to be a boy of the same age as the girl named Tsubaki.

"What will your face be like when you realize this is the happiest hell in the world?"

When he said this, an intoxicated smile appeared on his face that did not match the appearance of a young man.

"Other than me, you can only leave here after killing Miu Qiuchun——"

"Then Sister Assassin, what will you do?"

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"Aren't you planning to give up yet?"

Calm voices echoed in the suites of the Casino Hotel Crystal Hills.

Tiny's magic workshop... rather than that, it was like a museum or a showroom where the King of Heroes displayed daily necessities. In that space, huge magic power continued to swirl.

The girl who was Gilgamesh's master until the 1st day──Tini Cherk.

Her body became a channel for the magic power coming from the earth's veins.

The huge amount of magic power flowing in eroded not only the circuits of the whole body, but also blood vessels, nerves, and bones.

However, despite this, Tiny did not stop the flow of magic.

She stayed in that position for a full day, her hands resting on a special magic circle drawn in the center of the floor

A neutral voice came from behind her.

"...There are still 2 hours and 34 minutes until your circuit burns out."

Although it was calm, it always felt like a mechanical, cold voice.

It was like the voice of death, resounding through Tini's heart.

"If you do nothing after this, your life activities will stop in about 13 minutes. If my calculations are consistent with the [system] of this era."

Although Tiny accepted Enzidu's mechanical announcement of death, she still did not stop releasing magic.

The cute and shining yellow hair is fluttering in the wind, the powerful spearman, Enzidu

He stood next to Tini with very sad eyes, staring at the dead body lying in the center of the magic array.

It is not accurate to say that there are no dead remains.

That was──the king's soul that was still shining as of the night two days ago was in a state of death and inability to survive.

There is a strange rainbow sludge in the hole that penetrates the chest, and that sludge is corroding with the Hydra poison that spreads from the arrow wound.

It was a body that would gradually collapse if nothing was done. What barely prevented the collapse was the pressure generated by the huge magic power injected by Tiny Cherk, which was forcibly suppressing the spread of the spiritual power.

"I won't give up...it's impossible to give up...!"

It was not so much an answer to Enzidu's question just now, but it was Tini shouting to convince herself.

Facing such a girl, Enzi did not vent his anger or sadness, but simply stated the facts lightly.

"That's what Gil would probably say if he were still alive. 'Geez, bastard, do you want to reveal your self-righteous thoughts about how I lost because of my immaturity?' "

"I understand this! But...even if I'm called disrespectful, even if I'm executed, I can't just give up...!"

[Woo——], a small cry sounded in the room.

The silver wolf quietly approached Tini's feet and looked at Enkidu.

"...This child is different from the child named Ayaka. He is a [human] that the Master hates? Is it really okay?

Facing Zai Enzidu's inquiry, the silver wolf chirped softly again and lay down next to Tini.

"I understand, the Master is very gentle."

Enzidu squatted down quietly, caressing Silver Wolf's back with one hand, and placed the other hand on Tini's right shoulder.

As a result, Silver Wolf's body began to expand with huge magic power, wrapping Tini's body

"this is……?"

"I used my magic to suppress the collapse of your body. Although it was only temporary, it should last longer than calculated."

"Why……"

Enzidu did not answer Tini's question. He murmured to himself when he saw his friend surrounded by a huge magic shell taken out from the spiritual veins of the land.

"It's like a prison in the underworld. What would Ereshkigal say if he saw it?..."

Then he reached into the magic shell. Eroded by the flow of magic power, the skin on his hands melted and rolled up, but it immediately regenerated, and Enzidu touched Gil's chest at the center.

"I want to borrow your power, Gil. If you wake up, I want you to wake up."

The King of Heroes’ spiritual power is dissipating

Even if Gil is resurrected, he still cannot obtain the antidote to the poison while the door of the "King's Treasure House" is closed. Despite this, Enzidu usually spoke with a hint of emotion towards his lifelong friend.

"I want to save the soul of [her] I met before I was born..."

Then he stood up slowly and looked out the window of the building. Seeing that the forest that had been his base until yesterday was soaked in a magic power different from his own and was being eroded, he asked towards the center of the deterioration.

"Are you deep inside that spiritual base?"

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past.

A past that is even more distant than my lifetime.

"Or is it that... the memory of that flower garden has all been sunk into nothingness?"

he murmured, recalling a past further distant than his first death on the surface.

"I, no, we will definitely take you, no, take you..."

He murmured the name emotionlessly.

The name of the [human being] who once met and saved his soul - he met again soon, but was unable to save his soul and was destroyed by himself and his friends.

"...Are you still there?...Humbaba?"

——————

"Crack, click, click," the sound rang out

When you notice that this is the sound that sounds when everything ends——

Ah, it has begun, "that existence" thought.

Been waiting for a long time.

Time was originally a part of the self-system and should only be one of the elements that constitute the self, but now it is different.

For the purpose of "waiting", the program running in the self wavers slightly.

"That being" has understood that it has been carved into the system of "emotions" from the outside to the inside.

Meanwhile, "the Being" has understood.

The fact that I was born for the purpose of "survival" has finally reached the point where it has achieved its meaning.

Then, we must enter the next stage.

"The Being" has understood.

What you should do first.

That is the greatest and final purpose given by the Creator.

It is the meaning of one’s own birth.

──Ahhh, ahhh.

──It’s over.

──It's already sunset.

──Already destroyed.

──Has arrived.

──Already completed.

──Because from the beginning, the "missing" thing itself was the last piece of the puzzle.

Following the reason for its birth, "that existence" restarted itself.

Simply to fulfill the purpose given to itself by the Creator.

"That being" recalculated its assigned mission.

Should we choose the hard way or the easy way?

Such speculation makes no sense.

Because no matter what, there is no way to go except to complete the purpose.

Because apart from this purpose, it has no meaning given to itself.

Keep living, keep existing.

To become a real "human", as long as it can continue to exist on this planet, it will be fine.

Even if it is, it will put this planet on—

The species that has been defined as "humanity" will continue to be destroyed without leaving any trace.

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Old Times - Black Sea Coast

It is a beautiful land.

Surrounded by the endless deep blue sea, the bright sunshine shines on the forests and fields.

City-state - Themiscula (Translator's note: English name: Themyscira, Greek name: Θεμσκυρα).

The sacred sea, in other words, is a land with the origin of God himself (Translator’s note: Pontus, Pontus, Poseidon, son and lover of Gaia, the earliest Poseidon.), people’s desire for the fertile fields on the southern coast of the Black Sea and the desire of ships. This city was built up by commerce and trade.

Whether it is an island surrounded by the sea or a peninsula that can freely change its shape with the help of the power of the gods, for the city-state described by various rumors-it is not that important. The key was not the terrain on which the city was built, but the fact that the surrounding land was dominated by just one tribe.

Amazon warrior kingdom.

In other words, it is a tribe called the Amazon. Its characteristic is that its members are all women. Except for the need to reproduce offspring before communicating with men in surrounding city-states, hunting, farming, animal husbandry, and all aspects of the living environment are run by women.

The men who were unhappy with all this—the kings of surrounding city states and the bandits who ruled the mountain as kings—launched countless attacks, but they still dispersed them all.

But there is more than just normal life.

Although there were armament factors that were crucial to protecting the city at that time, it was only run by women, especially their archery and equestrian skills, which had reached a level that was also famous in the distant Greek cultural circle.

Themiscula, there is only one queen.

The queen's mother was the devout and loyal witch Otrera to the goddess Artemis.

She once had a relationship with Ares, the one-pillar god who was the leader of the "fighting" gods, and the heroes who were the sons of gods resided in people's bodies.

But——Otrela’s daughter is a hero above all else.

A miko who is the god of war and the queen of her clan.

If there is a war, as a warrior leader, he takes the lead on the battlefield and stirs up a bloody storm.

The young queen, her strength and wisdom, the aura and artifact inherited from the God of War, and the extraordinary beauty that unites the tenacious female warriors on top of it, support the influence of the surrounding lands. of strong rule.

The spear wielded on horseback can cut the sea, and the bow and arrow fired can shake the forest. The stories of her bravery are enough to arouse the worship of her within the clan and the fear of her in the surrounding city-states. Because of this, her fame spread like wildfire and spread as far as Greece.

However - for the queen and the entire Amazon tribe, a great turning point has arrived.

The fateful sea breeze blew a ship into Themiscula.

The man on board that ship was a man who was praised as a great hero of Greece in the Greek circles at that time—no, even in later generations.

It is said that the young queen was very fond of this man.

Although the reason for being attracted is so simple, it is also so complicated.

Not driven by a sense of mission to leave a strong bloodline,

Nor is it for lustful reasons such as the pursuit of physical pleasure.

Longing.

Until then, the queen, who knew nothing about the existence of truly strong men other than the gods—at the first sight of that man, she took a special liking to him who was worthy of the God of War who was her origin.

According to the description of the surviving tribesmen - the queen at that time was as dazzled as the children who heard the words of the gods of Olympus.

For the great hero who accepted the order of a certain king and came to take away the belt of the God of War, the queen allowed him to negotiate and stay here without any hesitation.

Of course, she would not indulge in her feelings and hand over the belt of the General God to others without any intention.

It maintains communication between women who want children and heroic men on ships, and negotiates material trade agreements with the city-states to which the great heroes belong, so that they can obtain the belt of the God of War through peaceful transfer.

It was not the king, but the king's daughter who wanted to get the Military God's Belt - this was one of the reasons why things went smoothly.

"If this is the case, it can give strength to women living in distant lands", which finally allowed the queen and the tribe to accept it.

In the end, for the Amazon tribe, making a peace agreement with the great hero was more valuable than the God of War belt.

The tribe, including the queen, would never agree to hiding in the light of a male army.

Even if fighting that great hero wasn't that scary, the Queen wasn't the kind of berserker who would fight pointlessly.

Since the great hero is a male, it is naturally impossible to accept him as a relative of the tribe. But she hopes that if they can compete with each other on a reciprocal relationship, it might be possible to develop a sense of competition among the women in the tribe and create a more powerful tribe.

She is very emotional when running on the battlefield, and has made many such decisions in political situations before. She is the queen of the tribe with two sides - but, no matter which aspect, she is respected by people. Accept.

Was the choice she made when facing the heroes and others a down-to-earth, realistic judgment based on the social conditions at the time, or was it just too empty talk on paper.

The outcome will never be known.

The relationship between the tribe and the great hero that the Queen had in mind completely fell apart due to the nature of the negotiation for the transfer of the Military God's Belt.

Due to the web of conspiracy spun by a certain "goddess"──

The queen herself, died tragically.

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Snowfield Main Road.

Through the dark fog, huge horses galloped on the broken asphalt road.

There were four horses at first, and one after another they were swallowed up by the approaching darkness, and the only one left was still making the sound of hoofbeats.

Although similar figures have disappeared from this world, the last giant horse still has no fear at all. It just follows the instructions of the strange heroic spirit riding on its back - Alcides, and runs non-stop on the streets at night. .

However, even for such a great heroic spirit, there is currently no other way but to retreat temporarily.

Darkness is approaching.

Darkness is approaching.

Riding on the air vibrating with the leaves on the street, riding on the howling wind between the buildings, and riding on the desperate sighs of those who have been swallowed up, the overwhelming darkness is chasing Alcides.

Although Alcides possesses magic as twisted as the mud of destruction, what pursues him is a darkness completely different from its kind.

Alcides did not have an accurate understanding of what the "black mist" was.

However, whether it was based on his accumulated experience or the intuition formed in the death battle not long ago, he understood that "that" was an extraordinary existence.

It is unknown what will happen to those who are swallowed up by that darkness.

However, he noticed one thing.

Part of his Noble Phantasm, the spiritual base of "Cerberus" that was damaged at the height of the battle, disappeared from this land at some point.

Although the magical connection is not completely severed, it can neither be recalled nor allowed to disappear.

It was as if the huge barrier itself was moving, covering it inside and isolating it from the outside world.

The violent current of darkness, which seemed to have blackened the sandstorms I had seen in the dry areas along the Mediterranean coast in my lifetime, was approaching behind me, and finally the horse's handsome feet surpassed the speed of the "black mist".

There was nothing in front of them that could hinder the horses' progress, so it seemed that escaping should be easy.

At that moment - the sound of the wind being cut shook Alcides's ears slightly.

"...Have you all chased them here?"

The archer who turned into an avenger muttered, with slightly different emotions mixed in his impatient voice.

"Do you have to take action in this situation? You are so brave, Queen."

At the same time, he drew the bow and arrow on his horse, twisted his upper body and shot the bow and arrow.

The impact sounded, and the night streets were filled with sparks.

The next moment, the sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded in the gap between the "black mist" and the building complex, weaving a gorgeous duet together with the giant horse controlled by Alcides.

What appeared at this time was a horse showing extraordinary movements, and a heroic spirit straddling its back.

"...───Alcides!"

While recognizing each other, the heroic spirit Rider Hippolyta on horseback shouted.

"You guy... what's going on with that look! Do you want to tarnish the great deeds of those brave men by using a curse to suppress the deadly poison?"

When Alcides heard those words, he used the power of the "mud" flowing from Bazdilot to suppress the "Hydra poison" involved in his body, while showing a fearless smile under the cloth. .

──I see, that makes sense.

What came to Alcides' mind was the police team that he had been fighting against not long ago.

──Those humans, not to mention the guy named John, even if they hold the same Noble Phantasm as him, how on earth do those humans always stand firm in the face of my power.

Those unscrupulous police officers who could have been dispersed with just the torrent of magic power.

But in terms of results, those humans ultimately survived the battlefield.

Although it is unknown whether they have been swallowed up by the black mist, it is certain that compared to their unnatural tenacity, their strength was enhanced by unknown external factors.

"Queen"

While driving the horse forward with all his strength, the doubts in his mind were instantly evaporated, and Alcides calmly stated the answer he had received.

"You... gave those humans protection, right?"

"..."

Hippolyta just kept silent, letting her horse speed up, and then fired the next arrow.

He shot it out with a bow, and the released arrow flew forward, instantly rolling up asphalt.

However, the giant horse that the Avenger was riding stepped on the sticky obstacle in front of him as if it were nothing, crushed it to pieces, and then jumped forward before it exhausted its strength.

Without any hesitation, Alcides drew his bow sideways and turned to counterattack with smooth movements.

He cocked his three arrows at the same time and shot them out together with the acceleration of the horse.

The three arrows each drew completely different trajectories and tore through the air, as if to surround Hippolyta, rushing in from all directions from her front, back, and above.

However, Hippolyta managed the horse so nimbly and galloped along the wall of the building.

Needless to say, this is a move that would not normally be possible.

It was a horse that kept galloping in an "urban" environment with a posture like a wild deer striding over a dam or a peregrine falcon.

Hippolyta, who was not at all shaken by such horses, continued to draw her bow and shoot arrows in a posture that could be said to be that of a man and a horse. Along with the unmatched speed, it moved with movements that could be mistaken for the famous centaur from the legend.

This was the Queen of the Amazons, who was called the "original nomad" at the time. Compared with her youthful appearance, it was an unexpected accomplishment - no, it should be said that she was extracted from the deepest part of the spiritual base. , the ultimate equestrianism achieved on another path that is completely different from the modern "completion", tearing the black apart with the horse's neighing.

Alcides asked the queen while posing with his horse.

"There should be men among those officials."

"..."

"Trapped by the glory of the Holy Grail and the principles of battle, have you given up even your modesty? King of the Amazons."

"……Shut up."

While the words were intersecting, the offensive and defensive hands did not slow down at all.

"I don't know the reason for your wish, but since you have set your sights on the wishing machine called the Holy Grail, does that mean you are going to betray your own principles?"

"I told you to shut up!"

Alcides spoke calmly but still powerfully to Hippolyta, who sounded bored.

"Just like in the past, when you betrayed us."

As if he was testing something, Alcides' words just now.

"..."

The queen's response was not a roar, but silence.

The emotion disappeared from the eyes of Hippolyta, who was still burning with passion just now. The horse left the night behind like the wind, and only the time in her heart stopped completely.

Her face was expressionless, or on the contrary, it was a face that crushed her emotions like coal and exposed it to the dark night.

But, that was only for a moment.

It's just what happened in a split second from when the horse's hoof hit the ground to when it kicked off the ground again.

In the void that seemed to make people think that the world had frozen, the only thing on her face was that fearless smile.

"How ridiculous!"

While waving the spear that emerged from the deepest part of her aura, she galloped towards the place where Alcides' mount was.

"!"

"Do you want to test me? Then you might as well say something more sarcastic, Avenger."

Hippolyta brandished the spear that was taller than her height on her horse, and pressed forward step by step in order to reduce Alcides' life.

The hand holding the gun had rolled up the military god's belt as her noble phantom at some point, and the thrusts entwined with divine energy rushed towards the bow held by Alcides.

The tip of the spear sliced ​​off the front end of the strong bow, and the exaggerated impact echoed in the night streets.

The scattered divine energy tore through the surrounding darkness, slowing down the "black mist" chasing after him.

After completing two or three slashes, Hippolyta temporarily opened the distance between the horses and shouted.

"Don't think that facing me like this, using that kind of provocation is serious!"

Amidst the sounds of horse hooves and flying arrows that cut through the wind, their voices strangely vibrated each other's ears.

"Black Mist" started to move again, chasing closely from behind. The horse's path intertwined in three-dimensional trajectories, and the two of them were still attacking each other.

"There is no room for you to move any more, Alcides!"

"Oh..."

Sometimes she uses a bow and arrow to snipe at the gaps in the protection of the "Nemean Lion's Fur", and sometimes she uses a spear as a replacement weapon to launch an offensive.

Even the movements of the horse that continued to gallop were perfect, it was truly an endless combo.

Although the gap in magic power within the spiritual base can barely be made up with technology, Alcides is now in a state where he is in a state where he is unable to even try his best to get out of the battle under the intense consumption of continuous battles.

What’s even worse——

While parrying the Queen's spear, Alcides also noticed it.

That force is growing.

Compared with when they met in the canyon, both the quality and quantity of magic power have been significantly improved.

——Could it be that the command spell was used to temporarily increase the power...?

——No, it’s not a temporary thing. The foundation of the spiritual base has been substantially strengthened.

"I take back my insulting words, Queen."

"..."

"Hidden body to protect those people, and also planned a strategy to use this as an opportunity to break in. But from the beginning, you just wanted to eat me from the front and defeat me."

"Of course."

Hebrew said nonchalantly, and then she roared on the horse.

"Alcides you are mistaken."

"Oh?"

"No matter what my sisters and clan think, I have no intention of denying them."

The power in the "War God's Belt" wrapped around her right arm began to accumulate, and she shouted in a clear voice.

"But! You will never understand it no matter what! Regardless of the meaning of our tribe's birth..."

The light on her right wrist shone brightly, and the energy filling her body began to expand explosively.

Most of that light was contained in the spear in his right hand, and the rest flowed into the beloved horse he controlled.

Going one step further than the previous fusion of man and horse, the queen and her beloved horse, which were also integrated with their weapons, instantly turned into an arrowhead and struck Alcides with a violent blow.

"Still at the end of that fertile wilderness where the demons and monsters swirl, what do I really hope for!"

In an instant, the "black mist" completely covered the two figures——

A violent impact sound was heard, and the black mist was torn open again.

"...It's amazing, Queen."

After the black mist cleared - what appeared on the horse was the figure of the cheating Alcides who had been penetrated by a spear.

"It seems like you have met a very good Master."

"..."

"Have you been able to adapt to fighting so well in this short period of time? From this point of view, it seems that you have made a very accurate adjustment. It is really amazing to be able to guide the spirit to this extent in this world far away from the age of the gods. What a powerful person."

However, it was still far from fatal. Although the tip of the spear still penetrated the gap between the bones, black and red "mud" was already beginning to fill the open wound.

"...Alcides, you guy...what exactly is hidden inside? What is that "mud"..."

Hippolyta asked sternly, holding a gun in her right hand.

The point of the lance was still embedded in Alcides, so the two horses were forced to run side by side. Just when Hippolyta saw the "mud" seeping out of her opponent's wound and hesitated for a moment to draw the gun, the bow swung by Alcides' right arm slammed into Hippolyte's abdomen.

"Guah...!"

Hippolyta immediately injected the divine energy defense from the God of War's belt, but the spear was pulled out due to the impact, and the distance between the two horses was created again.

While confirming that the wound was filled with mud after the spear point detached, Alcides spoke as if nothing had happened.

"...What is it? But, since it matches my current body so well, that means - this thing is part of "human"."

The next moment—a portion of the mud pouring out of the wound began to increase rapidly, and headed towards Hippolyta like a red-black torrent.

"Then, remember it, Queen of Demigods."

"This is……!"

"Don't think that the power of a mere god can penetrate the end of humankind."

Different from the "black mist", the red-black "mud" was overflowing like rotten blood, and it swooped away like a giant sticky creature trying to wrap up Hippolyta.

She and her horse avoided it from where they had been.

However, the "mud" that seemed to have self-awareness and was about to move, then turned into a huge mandible, chasing after her as if it wanted to swallow her whole.

"Guah...such a thing...!"

Hippolyta once again let the magic boil and boil, intending to draw more divine energy from the military god's belt wrapped around her arms.

As if in reaction to this, the mud spread explosively.

"!"

The "mud" that expanded like a spider web centered on the ten intersections of the street, turned into a huge mud mist, and surrounded Hippolyte and his horse from all sides.

In front of a scene like a black forest of giant trees approaching from all sides, Hippolyte, aware of the danger, began to fuse his spiritual power with the cloth, but——

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"Order it with the command spell..."

"...! Master!?"

In Hippolyta's body, the voice that went beyond words and spoke to the essence of the spiritual base resounded.

──────"Lead the dragon out of the earth's veins and release it with the power of God!"

The next moment, the magic power in the spiritual land around her - called Snowfield - spurted out and was introduced into Hippolyta's "Ares' Belt".

In an instant, rainbow-colored light illuminated the darkness of the night.

It's not just the Noble Phantasm.

The magic power contained in the heroic spirit also expanded explosively, and the flow of light centered on herself blew away most of the "mud" that was approaching step by step.

The dazzling light subsided, and Hippolyta looked around - whether it was "mud" or "black mist", even Alcides' figure had disappeared.

Hippolyta understood that he seemed to be taking advantage of the present opportunity to break away, and her teeth chattered.

"Do you think that there is no value in fighting with me...!"

After her anger calmed down, Hippolyta asked into the void.

"Master, precious command spell..."

Used the words to communicate with the Master.

Hippolyta seemed about to protest, but going further was impossible.

"...No, thank you Master, and I'm sorry. The reason for this situation is ultimately due to my lack of strength."

The moment she used the power of the command spell to instantly strengthen the spiritual base and disperse it, she was able to analyze the twisted magic power of "mud" through the reaction and countercurrent fed back to herself, and she was convinced.

——You can’t prevent it just by using normal defense.

The "mud" with Alcides' blood and a huge amount of magic power mixed into it can be inferred that it would be difficult to completely break it up without the power of the command spell.

Then - if you get caught in that "mud", something bad will definitely happen.

In other words, it should be said that it was because the Master who had been observing made a more important judgment and used the command spell as precious as a tiger's cub that he was saved.

——Although even if the Master uses up all the command spells, he will not have any intention of rebellion...

Hippolyta did not hate the existence of her Master.

Although there were some disagreements on certain occasions, she still decided that it was a being worth fighting with.

However, because of this - she felt guilty about using the Command Seal during the confrontation with her karmic opponent.

"..."

Alcides left, and the black fog dissipated in the street.

Stroking the horse's neck, Hippolyta looked around.

It has deviated from the main road and is far away from the hospital where the "black mist" is pouring out.

The sky was already getting slightly brighter, and I could feel the presence of someone moving in the streets around the empty hospital.

"No matter what, we can no longer continue fighting like this. Master, please regroup for the time being."

Hippolyta conveyed the words to her master in a muttered voice and mounted the horse again.

"You have a good run, Carrion. Come back to your master and rest."

Hippolyta showed a peaceful expression and called her beloved horse's name. The spirit transformed into a figure and slowly headed towards the inconspicuous path towards the master's hiding place.

The figures of the departing girl and the horse were witnessed by several people before they transformed into spirits.

However, because there were casinos that used horses in their promotions, they didn’t pay much attention to such horses. They judged that Hippolyta’s clothes were also related to the event, and turned their attention back to their destination.

Nowadays, people in Snowfield have no time to pay attention to trivial matters.

It was a strange situation where people who were supposed to go to the outside of the block came back saying "there is no way to go outside the block" for some reason.

A strange disease spreading among animals.

Terrorists attack police station.

There are also gas company pipeline explosions in the desert, storm disasters in the streets, and fires in factory areas.

All kinds of troubles happened one after another, and people who checked the news and weather information invariably had a premonition of one thing.

Now, that massive hurricane is causing turmoil in the western United States.

The sudden hurricane is said to be heading straight towards this area——

I'm afraid it will definitely attack this city without any deviation.

This is no accident – ​​indeed, something is happening in this city.

There is no basis for this.

Even if I leave a message on the Internet, people in other places will all respond with responses such as "It's bad luck" and "Is it cursed?"

Although there were almost no deaths, and the apparent damage was concealed by some state agencies, part of the reason was that uneasiness among the residents grew rapidly.

Despite this, there was no panic or riot.

Since the establishment of this city, there have been countless hints and barriers that have suppressed their emotions to a certain extent.

but--

Still, the line is approaching.

The faces of people who sensed the seriousness of the situation began to show expressions not of resistance but of giving up.

Don't know what will happen.

There was only uneasiness swirling in the depths of the feeling.

I'm afraid the city of Snowfield is about to come to an end.

Both your own life and the lives of others are all involved.

············

in the air.

Using the power of magic, a huge flying ship flies higher than usual.

In Snowfield's "Hypocritical Holy Grail War", in the flying ship of Francesca's workshop, one of the shady magicians, the master of the magician girl, and the one she summoned... The warlock, François Plerati, observed the situation on the ground together.

Francesca, who used Francois's "illusion" to deceive the distance in space and observed the battle in front of the hospital as if she were actually there without using a familiar -

"It's really weird..."

"What's wrong?"

Faced with the question from the sorcerer who was eating pumpkin pie, Francesca, as the Master, tilted her head and answered.

"All kinds of things are weird~. Well, although I welcome unexpected things, I still feel uncomfortable not knowing the truth, right?"

"How willful~. You are truly worthy of me."

Francesca thought further while listening to the laughter of Warlock Prelati.

"Queen of the Amazons, compared to when I saw it in the canyon, the quality of the spirit base has improved a lot. Luck aside, it feels like both the physical ability and the inner magic power have improved by one stage, right?"

"Oh, is there such a thing? During this process, the heroic spirit actually grew."

"If the poured magic power is increased...Perhaps Master Doris-chan has finally reached the limit of enhanced magic in the forbidden realm? Not only the lifespan, but even the magic mark is completely consumed With the utmost awareness, he forcibly improved his magic circuit...?"

"Eh. That Queen's Master is indeed a magician from "this side". He knows that the Holy Grail is a twisted counterfeit, right? Even so, he still has to risk his life. How crazy~"

Perhaps out of interest, Prelati wiped the pumpkin cream hanging on his lips with a handkerchief and turned to Francesca.

"Well, whether it can get close to that third magic is still unknown until the result is obtained. Judging from the magic power, it can definitely grant a high-quality wish just by using it as a wishing machine."

"Well, let's do it! Rather than being defeated easily, it's better to make it even more messy! It's a rare development that Gilgamesh, the candidate for the championship, was defeated and it became a huge upset!"

Prelaty asked Francesca, who was laughing to herself.

"Rather than that kind of thing, I care more about the black mist coming out of the hospital? What is that?"

"Who knows?"

"You actually said, I don't know... That thing is not ordinary at all. Is that okay?"

Francesca smiled carefree at Prelati, who shrugged, and spoke.

"What would you do if you were in my shoes? You're shouting, "I don't know~ I'm so scared~" and you're so anxious that you can't stop crying?"

"...Well, I will say "I don't know" just because I don't know. However, the way you cry when you are a different gender might be unexpectedly exciting. Why don't you give it a try?"

"I agree with that, but it's too much trouble so I'm not in the mood to live. Now, what I want most is to enjoy the feeling of not knowing what will happen!"

While dealing with Prelaty appropriately, she was still thinking.

"Having said that... Tsubaki-chan, that little girl is the Master. This is really an interesting misjudgment, but I still care about what kind of heroic spirit she is? I always feel like I'm erasing all kinds of people. What’s up?”

"Is it Harley-chan? The child's internal organs hurt when he summoned the monster, but now his mood is very depressed, right?"

"After all, it's quite boring to have fun where I can't see you, isn't it?"

Francesca narrowed her eyes and muttered with a hidden smile.

"Vampires (non-human beings) like to act without authorization...it's a bit annoying, huh?"

············

In a dream.

"So, what will happen if "this world" seems to have absorbed a lot of things?"

A vampire who took on the form of a young boy - the magician Jesta Caltore, who is a Master in the form of a Diver, used his own power to transform his body into the appearance of a boy, and wore it on top of the building. Looking down the street with a smile.

"If Stalker sister becomes a companion in this world, then the police will become enemies. Well, they are enemies in the first place."

Jesta chuckled and muttered to herself.

"If you want to be an enemy of this world, then Stalker-sister must kill Tsubaki-chan that she wants to protect. Ah, no matter which way I fall, there is no loss for me."

Jester said further while showing an evil smile that didn't look like a child.

"This is the Holy Grail War. Everything around you is an enemy. They are all enemies!"

After a while, a trance color appeared in the smile, and he opened his arms while intoxicated.

As if she was trying to use her body to accept the blue sky after the sun rose, Jesta continued to show her joy to the world.

"Only I, as the Master, will become your companion, Sister Diver."

In this form, Jesta is intoxicated with her own happiness——

He made a mistake.

A "change" occurred in this world.

Even the Pale Knight, Tsubaki's servant, didn't notice.

Under the mansion of the Minqiu couple, another thing is happening.

The "Magic Workshop" built underneath the mansion is even larger than the part above ground.

In the center of that workshop, a mutation appeared around a certain "catalyst" that was strictly guarded.

"..."

Perhaps it should be called weird.

At least, not someone's follower.

"──────Why?"

Maybe it can become that kind of existence, but it has no magical connection with anyone.

I'm afraid, it just floats up due to some influence and will disappear soon.

"That one" was dressed in red, with swaying water balls swaying around.

"Why am I here?"

It has an upright face and an inconceivably neither male nor female existence - it doesn't move at all, it's just swaying there.

"...Government"

············

Snowfield, Office of the Chief of Police.

Snowfield had had a full day since the fatal fight in front of the hospital.

The damage to the main road was treated as "a chain effect of a pipeline explosion that created a desert crater, causing an accident with an underground natural gas pipeline and a water pipeline on the road."

They probably thought that if they only carried out this kind of treatment, the natural gas company would not be able to survive the end of the Holy Grail War, so they announced that "the sabotage work prepared by the terrorists who attacked the police station has been postponed, and its effect will be affected by the explosion in the desert." The cover story stated that the partially damaged pipeline made the disaster more serious.

The anger of the people on the street will be directed at the terrorists who have no reality, and at the same time, there is also news that the terrorists have not been arrested. Therefore, among the citizens who have a serious sense of crisis, several tenths have begun not to go to the city easily.

In this situation, a man's muttering echoed in the vast room.

"King of Heroes, has Gilgamesh been defeated...?"

After confirming the report from Gilgamesh's master, Tini Cherk's camp, from his subordinates who had been watching all night, Snowfield City Police Chief Orlando Levy frowned and muttered to himself.

Even based on the magic observation I conducted in this room last night, I can deduce this.

The daughter of the Minqiu couple, Minqiu Chun activated the command spell under some influence, and became the Master while remaining unconscious.

In order to protect her and confirm the will of the servant, a police team was dispatched, but there ended up being a chaotic battle between multiple heroic spirits——

The next moment he noticed the unusual flow of magic power, the Hero King Gilgamesh's spiritual reaction was greatly shaken, and it was now impossible to detect it.

"Generally speaking, it can be considered that the most difficult enemy has disappeared... that should be the case."

Although there was no despair, the director's expression was particularly grim.

Even if the powerful enemy disappeared - the blow he received on his side was too great.

Except for a few subordinates who stayed on guard to guard against a third party launching a surprise attack in the commotion, the other twenty or so subordinates disappeared immediately after the King of Heroes' spiritual energy became thin.

If you get killed, give up and start the next step immediately.

Although he is not emotionless about losing things like a magician, he has already realized that even losing his own life is okay.

However, even without crying words, it is necessary to think about what to do without knowing whether they are dead or alive.

After all, there was no trace of the body, and only traces of destruction remained at the scene.

Most of the surrounding surveillance cameras had been destroyed by previous battles, and the few surveillance images that were intact recorded the black mist pouring out from the direction of the hospital.

Although it is just a faint smoke in the camera image, if it is something under the influence of some kind of magic, the color may be more obvious when the magician and the heroic spirit directly see it.

Vera Levette, the adjutant, also disappeared.

Although the director has lost more than half of his men, he believes that confirming life and death first is the highest priority.

——If his life was taken away by that fog, then what meaning should the result "no body" have.

- Think about the motivation for doing this. As for who it is and how it was done, let’s put it into perspective first.

——Are you planning to use the corpse? Do you want to control it like a zombie, or do you want to extract this information directly from your brain...

——If you are not dead...should you be brainwashed alive, or should you obtain information through torture...

In any case, whether his subordinates will become enemies or have their information taken away, even though any possibility is pessimistic, the director continues to speculate.

——Other reasons... For the followers of Nuqiu Chun, is it necessary to hide a large number of people somewhere?

——In short, is the final question “Why do you do this?”

——It would be fine if it was a serious search, but I’m not good at reasoning about this.

——Master's instructions... No, that's not right.

——Jiuqiu Chun is in a comatose state, which is not a state in which he can communicate with his followers.

——……

--Wait a moment. Is this really the case?

——Although I cut off the link consciously, according to Faldius, there is such a thing as "the memories of Servants connected with each other's magic power will flow to the Master's side in the Holy Grail War"...

——Is the reverse situation possible?

——What was read from the depths of the comatose Miu Qiuchun's consciousness?

When the director was about to speed up his thinking, a voice stopped him in the room.

"Yo--"

The director turned his eyes there and saw the figure of his servant, the sorcerer Alexandre Dumas.

"Why are you here, Warlock?"

"Ah, I went to help a little bit just now."

"help?"

Alexandre Dumas said to the surprised director.

"I'm sorry, brother. It's you who refused the magic words. Oh, I thought you would stop me. So I didn't call."

"Wait a minute, what are you talking about?"

The director asked with an ominous premonition. Alexandre Dumas plopped down on the sofa in the director's office and continued speaking in an airy tone.

"Well, it's great to watch the game from a step back. If it were the seat closest to the stage, we would be in the dark fog now... If we want to implement support for our fellow police officers, maybe we can compare it like that. All right?"

"...!? Were you there! I don't remember giving you that kind of instruction!"

"Ah, I really don't remember being instructed. That's great, we both have great memories. If this were in a drama or novel, it would be an important role in providing alibi."

"...! Do you understand your position? Even if the police team and I have substitutes, if you as a heroic spirit are defeated, our camp will be over, right?"

Although the director's calm words were full of anger, Alexandre Dumas simply shrugged and accepted the other person's emotions, and replied with a frivolous tone as if he was ordering breakfast.

"It won't end. Only the master will be killed, and then the heroic spirit that becomes ownerless will almost appear. There are as many ways as possible to make a contract with it."