A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

——If you want to avoid that lovely assassin, don't hide in the forest shades or in the sand. To hide among humans.

——Because she is so charmingly naive that there is no way she would kill everyone just to make me show up.

With this thought in mind, Jesta resolutely chose to escape back to the city center.

His appearance now is the same as when he was fighting Hansa Serbatis at the police station.

He activated the self-destruction magic at close range with the heart of a human wolf as a sacrifice, and escaped from the abandoned hotel using the appearance of a gargoyle as a shield.

Although she was risking her life on whether she could get rid of the assassin, but because she released the offensive Noble Phantasm, she took advantage of the gap to escape.

If the Noble Phantasm released by the girl at that time belonged to the detection type, even Jesta, who had lost his breath, would have been caught up immediately.

——But, it was easier to get rid of than expected...

——Or, my beloved, you have also been seriously injured beyond imagination?

——Ah, that would make me worried. Maybe you will be killed by someone else first...

Although Jesta is worried about the assassin's safety, as a vampire, he is definitely not safe in his current state.

The scars caused by Hansa's consecrated howitzer blow have not healed yet, and the wounds on his face are also visible to the naked eye.

"So, what should we do now... Because of that young boy's tactics, the 'magazine' almost failed."

Jesta walking with half a leg.

Wanting to disappear into the depths of darkness, he took another step.

The walls of the alley, which a few seconds ago were all cement, began to be mixed with ancient stone walls.

However, Jesta did not notice this sense of violation.

Moved another step.

The scary creeper on the wall began to move, but he still didn't notice it.

Moved another step.

Pumpkin-colored spiders that transformed like cartoon characters weaved heart-shaped nests above his head, but he still didn't notice.

Moved another step.

The ground that was supposed to be an asphalt road turned into a gravel road at some point.

At this time, Jesta noticed something was wrong and raised his head.

"……Um?"

He couldn't help but make a sound of surprise.

The road in the alley where the household registration was supposed to last for a period of time disappeared, and a completely different scene appeared in front of him.

What appeared in front of him was an ancient Western castle located on a hill.

He had an impression of that castle.

Although he has never been there personally, as a dependent of his ancestor, he has a certain understanding of human history and culture.

That was the castle where the noble woman known as the Vampire Baroness was once massacred - Kakotce Castle.

And it’s not the remains of a castle.

Just like when it was originally built, it has not faded at all, sitting on a hill overlooking its own figure.

Moreover, as if the figures of ordinary humans outside the alley had completely disappeared, rag dolls with different designs strode around the castle with movements similar to those in the animation.

The doll has several hands, holding a ukulele and a trumpet. It is playing Jesta and listening to very weird music. In the center of the parade is a clown-like starfish-shaped doll with a skeleton. The head and eyeballs are played like jewelry.

"What? This is...wrong, could it be that..."

Not long ago, an abnormal phenomenon occurred in Xiaoqiuchun's dream world - candy rain.

If it were a magician who could create that kind of phenomenon, illusions of this level would be easy to come by.

In other words, he is now imprisoned in an illusion world created by others.

——If there are no mistakes, this level of illusion can be detected immediately and escaped...!

As if mocking Jesta, who was gnashing his teeth, the roof of the castle shimmered, and a sound that only he could hear echoed through the world.

"Yah! Are you ready to be tormented by the sudden nonsense? The festival is about to begin! Countdown, 9, 8, 7, 6... 1, 0, boom!"

"Ah - ah -! Hey! Happy happy Snowfield Pirate Radio! Blackbeard \u0026 Bluebeard Time coming all day long! From Caribbean to Orleans, Heart Crush From Dusk Til Dawn, boom! Wuhu! Happy happy! Now, Is it okay for Radio to feel like this? Is it really okay? Is it okay for this information to be recorded as a record? And who is Blackbeard?"

A girl's voice filled Jesta's right ear, followed by a boy's voice in her left ear.

Faced with this unexpected situation, even Jesta, a vampire, was dizzy.

To Jesta who looked like this, the reverberation sound formed in his left and right ears spoke happily to him.

"Finally caught! Welcome to the happy trip! Have you bought the ticket? With the Freedom Pass, you can ride as much as you want, and there are all kinds of delicious food! But you can't leave! It's so great! Jesta !”

——!

Jesta, who felt a sense of danger when his name was called out, continued with an exaggerated tone in his voice.

"It's really troublesome to trap a high-level vampire in an illusion! If it's the Magic Eye of Rose, I don't know if it will work. I think I'll send it if I don't use the Noble Phantasm with all my strength, but if the target is In your current state, your original strength is enough! Thank you so much! The object of gratitude is someone, somewhere, who made you weak! As a thank you gift, there is no problem in becoming a lover with one of us. !”

"Isn't that punishment Game?"

"Or maybe he's a guy who's happy to be toyed with and slowly lose his life. But I'm surprisingly single-minded, so if you want to be destroyed, I'll go all the way with you? Honestly, that's the cause of death. ! That guy Gil is more of a close friend than a lover!"

Jesta's left and right ears were dominated by such ridiculous noises, and he wanted to shout to drive them away, but he still gritted his teeth and groaned softly.

"You... what is your purpose? Why... why do you want me to see the illusion of this castle?"

Then, the girl answered in a voice that could see Zesta tilting her head.

"Eh? Don't you like that castle? Well, I'm hesitating, which one should I choose between the castle in Romania? Look, look, your true identity is Dorothea who used to serve Van Feim Right? Then, the castle on Elizabeth Beisler's side is more suitable for you. Oops, let me say it first, I chose the castle based on gender. Isn't this a joke? Impalement and blood bath, I I think the latter suits you better!"

Dorothea.

Hearing this name, Jesta gritted his teeth tighter, but the owners of the voice ignored him, and the boy said to the girl.

"Sure enough, the decoration of the castle is a bit plain, so people are dissatisfied, right? I feel like it's missing something... there's even some Malbork Castle added on top..."

"...? What did you say? Francois (past me), are you okay?"

"...? No, I'm really sorry. I find it weird myself. What on earth am I talking about? But, I feel a little concerned about it, or it would be particularly suitable to have the large lighthouse of Alexandria superimposed on it. ? I think it will appear like a painting..."

"What will happen to your brain if you become a heroic spirit...? It would be great if you look happy!"

As expected, Jesta shouted anxiously to the voices of men and women who continued to argue without any context.

"You have to choose the right person to joke! The remains of flying insects that have been infiltrated by the planet! You guys! You guys were abandoned by the planet after all——!"

"...Assassin, that girl..."

"!"

Hearing the girl's words, Jesta's anger suddenly calmed down.

Because no matter what kind of information it is, if it is related to the cute assassin, you can't listen to it distractedly.

"Wow! It's really disgusting that you calm down all of a sudden! But that's why! We want to support you! Don't worry, as Mr. Monster, a vampire, we are here to support your love and love Oh!"

"Excuse me for holding popcorn in one hand! We are your partners, right?"

——Idiot, you just want to fool me with just one sentence...

Jesta, who was about to complain like this, suddenly realized something was wrong.

When and at what moment did I become captured by the world of illusion?

"Ah, did you notice? Did you notice?"

"That's right, the time when I locked you in the illusion... was when it exploded just now."

"In other words, do you think you have escaped the assassin's pursuit?! Oh, I'm sorry, I really can't control my mouth. Thank you so much for being my audience! This is not good, so I have to Let me rephrase that?"

So the girl lowered her tone and continued.

"You haven't...yet left the place where your heart was crushed. You haven't even moved a step~"

"...!"

Jesta felt horrified.

This illusion...could it be said that the origin of this thing is close to the age of gods, it is quite ancient...! ?

He immediately increased his vigilance and carefully spied on the other party's intentions.

If the illusion is lifted here, the assassin will be close at hand when he returns to reality.

He used up his 'magazine' just to escape from the opponent. If he didn't escape, his efforts would be in vain.

In other words, the owner of the voice is not here to rescue the siege, but to invite you into the urn.

No matter what the other party proposes next, as long as he does not want to face the result of being killed by an assassin after his magazine is exhausted, he has no right to reject the other party's proposal.

"Oh, oh, don't be so vigilant. Did I just say that? I will support your love unconditionally. However, there is something I want you to help me with."

For Jesta like this, the girl's voice always weaves words in a slow tone.

"From here to the forest to the west is a tricky workshop... No, not a workshop. There is a terrible goddess who plays with the principles of the world and wants to build temples and spiritual places!"

The rag dolls that were moving in front of the Jesta and Chahtice castles burst from the inside together, and what burst out from the inside was not cotton but a large amount of blood and meat.

The overflowing flesh and blood was not red, but fluorescent pink. It kept moving and soon gathered at the center of the parade.

It then integrated and filled the skull and eyeballs that the starfish ragdoll had been playing with, sucking them in like a giant slime mold to form a human form.

In the blink of an eye, the fluorescent pink light was painted pale, and a beautiful girl appeared gorgeously.

The girl said while bowing respectfully and turning the umbrella in her hand.

"For us, because this Holy Grail War is for humanity, it will be very difficult for us to have Dead Apostles and gods like you take the spotlight. At first, we wanted to ask Mr. Swordsman for help, but... , you see, it’s always humans who have to destroy gods and monsters, are you a little tired of it?”

So the girl——Francesca Prelati said to Jesta with a pleasant smile on her face.

"So...can you smash it? Put the temple and the gods together?"

"……what are you saying?"

Jesta frowned at this sudden suggestion.

Facing Jesta who gritted her teeth, the girl giggled.

"Timing is important. If possible, I hope you can hide your whereabouts for the time being, and we will wait for two days before any sabotage or other actions."

"...?"

"I think if it's close to that level, you can go."

Francois said this while staring at the distant western sky.

"That's right. If you get too close to the Holy Grail, you may destroy the base of the Holy Grail."

Another one who appeared at some unknown time, the owner of the boy's voice just now, stared into the distance on the roof of the castle and muttered to himself.

Jesta also felt it vaguely.

A powerful magic mass that is not directly related to the Holy Grail War - a "some kind of existence" that can be felt even in this world constructed by illusions, is coming from the west.

Leaving Jesta aside, the boy and girl - the two Prelati turned their attention to the powerful magic mass approaching Snowfield in the far west, with evil and confusing smiles on their faces, and muttered Saying the same words.

"I really want to mix that thing into the Holy Grail...hehehe~"

However, even as shady people, there are still things they don't know.

Due to the aftermath of the battle in the upper stratosphere that occurred at almost the same time, chaos began to spread around the world - when they learned that 'some kind of being' came from the west and gained greater power because of that battle. This fact happened only a few minutes later.

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The next day.

Snowfield ushered in a calm morning, as if yesterday's devastating turmoil was nothing.

But this is always what the city looks like on the surface.

Within the city—or rather, in the world outside Snowfield, new turmoil began to spread.

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