A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

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Over the United States.

Tia Eskard, standing in the distant sky.

Although he looked down at the earth from a distant height, he was not looking down.

Both in consciousness and body posture.

He was just far above the stratosphere, with his body upside down, quietly looking up at Snowfield.

"..."

In his field of vision, the color of Snowfield's land was being slowly changed in real time.

The land that could be said to be covered and hidden by that special hurricane is now gradually transforming into an area wrapped in one of the few mysteries in the world, including the hurricane.

"Can it change? The world..."

At the end of the transformation that starts from this land called Snowfield, is it a denial of this world or an affirmation of it?

And should we continue to wait in order to witness it to the end, or should we stop it at this stage no matter what?

"This has nothing to do with me."

After inadvertently speaking out, Tia gritted her teeth quietly.

Because he noticed it, the fact that he spoke this answer as if to confirm it in turn showed that he was still confused about it.

"...If it were Flat...what would he do...?"

Around Tia, there are several layers of small 'stars' surrounding him.

It was the same star that caused huge damage to the North Pole and other places two days ago.

However, no magic formula has been incorporated into it yet, and it only exists here as agglomeration of space fragments that have changed their shape.

It just persists.

If he just wanted to accomplish his goal, he could just sit here and wait.

But is this really the optimal solution?

The battle with the powerful heroic spirit had to be replayed due to the intrusion of the beast that transformed into a huge hurricane.

Tia, who was able to correctly grasp his own power through that battle, has been looking at the land that is located on the edge of the world's metamorphosis at this time - Snowfield - in order to derive the optimal solution for the purpose of 'continuous existence'.

However, he still didn't get the answer to what he should do. He can only recall the people who were with him in the past, while constantly forming stars made of fragments around him.

It was almost as if he himself was a fragment ripped off from the existence named Flat Escald.

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In a dream.

That was the moment when Ishtar appointed Hali as the chief priest, and the land truly became like a part of Mount Obif.

The cyan light, which was nothing more than a weak light, began to grow brighter in the darkness.

And as if reacting to its light, Tsubaki slowly regained consciousness.

"..."

No matter where this place was, no matter who she was, the girl's consciousness turned her gaze to the surroundings in an ambiguous manner, chasing light.

The girl soon noticed the existence of an extremely dazzling golden light.

The golden light seemed to be guided by the cyan lights, walking swaggeringly in the darkness, and soon came to Chun's side, and then stopped.

Chun looked at the light and simply spoke out the questions that came to her mind.

She asked even though she didn't know why she had such a question when she saw this light that didn't even have a human form.

"Brother, who are you?"

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This is not a representation of narrative poetry.

Famous in Mesopotamia, the first story of the world.

In the Gilgamesh epic, it is said that the hero-king, together with his ally, the earthen doll, overthrew the forest gatekeeper, rejected the goddess's proposal, and finally eliminated the bull of the sky.

However, whether it was the gatekeeper of the forest or the bull of the sky, the King of Heroes fought each of them individually.

Gatekeepers and goddesses of the forest and mythical beasts. These three people stand in the same place. This kind of thing is impossible even in mythology.

The hypocritical Holy Grail connects all causes and effects, and finally reveals a situation that is far more uncontrollable than the myth.

So - here in Snowfield, the time of confusion has arrived.

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Unknown location.

When she came back to her senses, Sajo Ayaka found herself in a strange environment.

--Eh?

The sudden scene in front of her made her very confused, but at the same time, she realized that her status was somewhat ambiguous.

Then, she understood that this was a feeling she had experienced several times before.

——Ah, that's it...I dreamed about the swordsman's past again...

Not influenced by his own consciousness, his perspective moves at will.

Although she knew she would wake up sooner or later, she still found herself interested in the swordsman's past - Richard I during his lifetime.

——What kind of lifestyle can he be as positive as him...

Ayaka was thinking this way, and a strangely dressed man appeared in front of her.

"Yeah, Richard."

Another voice sounded in Ayaka's ears.

"...Are you here again to stop me?"

"No, I've given up on that idea. Besides, haven't you already started?"

Ornately decorated high hat, steampunk style goggles and gas mask.

Seeing this young man floating above any era in history, Ayaka immediately thought of the guy named Saint Germain.

I had glimpsed this man in the swordsman's past dreams before. This guy ignored everything about the times and appeared out of thin air in a car, leaving a deep impression on Ayaka.

There is one more thing that Ayaka cannot forget——

"I'm sorry for wasting your time in my busy schedule... I'm going to give you a 'spell' that is indispensable at all times. Don't worry about what it is, and listen to me. As a fraudster, I will give you a spell." I will tell you the causes and consequences of this incident later...after you finish today's work. I will tell you now, and I have no intention of comforting you. I will say disappointing things to you again."

"..."

"So... you, deep in your eyes. Can you hear me? I am Saint Germain."

——Tsk!

"If the bond between you and the Lionheart King is just forced by circumstances, there is no need for you to continue to dream this dream. Just close your eyes, cover your ears, and wait to wake up from the dream. However, if If you decide to go with this overly brave king, his past will always be with you. Of course, you are free to pretend not to see it..."

——That's right. It was like this before.

——This weird guy noticed my existence...?

Ayaka wanted to say something, but she couldn't because it wasn't her own body.

Facing Ayaka who was watching, Saint-Germain showed a fearless smile and continued.

"If we have to talk about the wishes of this guy Saint-Germain...it doesn't matter if you turn your back and don't look. But no matter what the reason is for you to turn around, I hope you can accept him in the end. For living with this guy To me, the king's contemporary, it means nothing. If you didn't live in a different era, it wouldn't work either. It will definitely become your salvation. The above is Saint Germain."

Saint Germain bowed respectfully and turned to leave.

"That guy recited a 'spell'...so, this is what we are going to do today?"

What Ayaka heard was probably the voice of the swordsman himself, the owner of the perspective.

"Well...that's probably what happened. But I can understand it."

However, Ayaka felt a sense of violation from this voice.

--Um?

——I always feel that my emotions are much weaker than usual...

——It always feels a little scary.

He was obviously in a dream, but he felt sweat dripping from his palms.

I felt like I heard another voice somewhere in my heart.

Can't watch it. Can't watch anymore. We can't go any further.

On the other hand, I am thinking about other things now.

——Just now, the guy who calls himself Saint-Germain...

——is talking to me.

She noticed that as the swordsman's gaze suddenly moved downward, her armor was splattered with a large amount of blood.

This kind of thing also happens on the battlefield.

However, this does not seem to be the center of the battlefield.

Probably at the beach. Under the sea breeze, the lungs are filled with the smell of rust.

——If it were me before yesterday, maybe I would close my eyes.

While Ayaka was still thinking like this, the swordsman was already walking forward.

The ominous premonition continued to grow, and Ayaka instinctively wanted to close her eyes.

——But, I have decided.

The swordsman walked to the side of the high-walled building and slowly climbed the stairs.

——I am the master of the swordsman.

Birdsong was heard.

Like a flock of birds singing.

——So, no matter what happens, don’t run away...

After climbing the steps, what came into view was——

White and red.

red.

red. red.

Hundreds, no, thousands.

Buried into the ground were human bodies wrapped in white strips of cloth.

All of them were dyed red, red, red.

Face. Face. face.

Faces with frozen expressions were lined up side by side, leaning against the neck, having left the body.

Red dripped from the cut-off position, quietly.

Those faces are staring at this side——

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Snowfield, Eastern Moorland Houses.

Sajo Ayaka woke up from her dream with a scream.

"What's wrong Ayaka! Are you okay?!"

The swordsman immediately stepped forward to comfort her.

Ayaka then found herself lying on a bed in her stronghold.

The swordsman seemed to be reading in the next room, looking at Ayaka who woke up from her dream with a worried look on her face.

"Ah...eh...a dream...that's it, it's a dream, right?"

"Are you looking blue? Do you want some water?"

"Ah, no need...I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

Ayaka took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

She slowly looked around and realized that this was the real world.

Then, she sorted out in her mind what had happened in the past and the differences between dreams and reality.

——Nothing was gained all day yesterday, and in the end I was not able to get in touch with Sigma...

——Because the assassin didn’t come back in the end... I went to bed after taking a shower.

Ayaka thought of the sound of water in the shower and the sound of waves heard in her dream, and the smell of blood flashed through her mind.

Feeling sick to her stomach, Ayaka climbed out of bed.

The glasses were about to fall off, so she pushed them up.

‘Did you fall asleep with your glasses on again? ’

She was surprised at her own carelessness.

"You must be exhausted, right? You fell asleep immediately after falling on the bed. I didn't think it would be good to wake you up, so I didn't care about you. Are you hungry?"

"Hmm... It's true. By the way, did anything strange happen today?"

"Ah - well, it's better to listen to me and see for yourself. There shouldn't be any snipers nearby, but just in case, you'd better stay away from the window... and look out from that position."

"?"

Ayaka looked out of the west window in the direction pointed by the swordsman.

What she saw before her eyes made her wake up instantly.

"……what is that?"

A wall, an endless wall of clouds.

In stark contrast to the roaring wind, the wall of clouds stood on the far west side of the city, seeming to engulf the entire city.

"Although it's a hurricane, well, as you can see, it's not normal."

"Hurricane...will a hurricane turn into that kind of wall of clouds?"

"It's like a tornado that's going to swallow up the entire country in one go. If that's a good thing done by other heroic spirits, it will undoubtedly be the biggest war since the Crusades."

Hearing what the swordsman said, Ayaka instantly felt a chill.

Normally, she would complain, 'What nonsense are you talking about?' - but the dream just now has seriously eroded Ayakashi's mind.

It's easy to pretend not to notice and continue the conversation as if nothing happened.

But - if you really do this, wouldn't it be no different from what you did to the girl in Little Red Riding Hood?

Ayaka was very concerned about what Saint Germain said to her in the dream, and the uneasiness in her heart quickly expanded.

"Well, the swordsman..."

Therefore, she wanted to find out what she was dreaming about...

"Wait a moment. Someone is coming. I'm afraid it's a Servant."

"Eh?!"

The swordsman's tone was suddenly filled with tension. Overwhelmed by this tension, Ayaka immediately changed her mood and followed the swordsman to the corridor, focusing her attention on the entrance to the mansion's main entrance.

The swordsman asked one of his followers to open the entrance door - what emerged from the double doors was a woman whose figure could be described as petite.

"Come in through the main entrance... In other words, you don't have murderous intentions?"

The swordsman tested the woman and heard her speak solemnly.

"You seem to be a swordsman. I am a servant who manifests as a knight spirit base. I want to talk to you and your master. Can you make it easier for me?"

The woman's behavior was not disrespectful.

However, the swordsman felt it personally.

This petite young woman was full of more domineering power than any heroic spirit she had encountered before.