A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Snowfield City, within the city limits.

"...Sure enough, all the capable magicians have almost run away?"

The dark clouds were sucked in by the typhoon, revealing a blue sky over downtown Snowfield.

Still, the storm roared, and Sigmar walked cautiously amid the sun and rain.

"Nearly everyone ran away when they found out that the typhoon was a product of magic. Of course, there seem to be some arrogant people who stayed after all this!"

"...Be careful when dealing with this kind of guy...Whether it's a magician or a magic user, they are probably guys who want to take advantage of us whenever they get an opportunity."

"Is it your turn to say this?"

Sigma ignored the words of the young knight-looking ‘Shadow’.

In fact, the special forces led by [Thorns] - these have been abandoned by Faldius - have almost made these people unable to have contact with others.

Although there were still troops remaining in the desert, Francesca and the others were there, so they decided that it would be dangerous to move rashly.

Although the communication network has been cut off, Faldius' surveillance network is still operating.

Relying on the information obtained from the Watcher, while avoiding surveillance and traveling through the streets, the old captain's 'Shadow' started talking.

"Humph. But I didn't expect that you would treat us like 'Chaplin'."

"you are not happy?"

"No, I just think you are really brave. If you want to deceive people, it would be better to use the name of a great man who can play a decisive role in the war? King Arthur, Charlemagne, Mohammed II, etc.?"

Looking at the old captain who said the names of these heroes, Sigma thought for a moment and then shook his head.

"I've said it before, that's the first name that comes to my mind...the name of a great man worthy of respect. If I don't do that, the other party will be able to detect the unnaturalness in my words. They are all professionals, not a little bit. The sense of disobedience can make them expose my lies."

"No, no, it's the most unnatural thing for a comedian to become a Heroic Spirit, right? Besides, after all, such a modern person wouldn't be on the Heroic Spirit Seat..."

Sigma continued to speak expressionlessly to the words of the heroic spirit who had transformed into a boy with a snake staff.

"They haven't understood the Holy Grail War to that extent. Also, I don't know that it's difficult for people close to modern times to become Heroic Spirits."

"Because the mystery is getting thinner and thinner. And it's impossible not to sign a guardian contract with the world itself. But, it doesn't mean that the older the better. According to the nature of the Holy Grail, there are heroic spirits that can be summoned and those that cannot be summoned. It will change. For example, the Holy Grail here (Snowfield) and Fuyuki's Holy Grail are derived from European magicians. It is more difficult to summon heroic spirits that are closely related to the East and...the American continent. Because Compared to the spiritual veins of the land, the nature of the Great Holy Grail has higher priority.”

"That's right...but if you say that, Charlie Chaplin is British, so you can rest assured."

"Huh? Is this what you should be concerned about?"

‘Shadow’ smiled bitterly, and at some point he turned into a woman wearing a flying hat again.

"Tia Eskaldes... seems to have returned to this city."

"!Where is the destination?"

"In the sky above the forest on the west side, he seems to be observing the typhoon below. He is quite concerned about the situation in the valley to the north. He is probably paying attention to the movements of the magicians gathered there, right?"

"That's it..."

Sigma, who was walking forward while thinking about the newly obtained information, turned into a 'shadow' that looked like an old Japanese swordsman and asked.

"I see that things are getting more and more chaotic in the west. Can we continue?"

"Ah, I just have to do my own thing."

Then, Sigma seemed to suddenly think of something and asked the 'Shadow'.

"Speaking of which... the woman wearing the flying hat just now, isn't she a modern person?"

Then, the 'Shadow' who turned into a young knight answered.

"We 'Shadows' are not heroic spirits. We just reproduce the qualified information records in the world observed by Watcher one by one according to personality, so it has nothing to do with modern times and ancient times. It is the same as copying. We are really just information. It’s just a collective.”

"Is it similar to the ultra-high-performance AI? The era of relying on AI to create high-efficiency spells and magic circles may soon come."

"Ah, among those guys in the north, there are some who are good at that."

"To the north... How many magicians are there in the city now..."

Suddenly, Sigma saw a figure in front of him. He activated his invisibility magic and hid in the alley.

Walking in the storm was a police officer, probably one of the Sheriff's men.

"…Police?"

After thinking for a moment, Sigma asked.

"...Is the sergeant in the police station now?"

The 'Shadow', who can control things in the city at will, said regretfully while turning into a tall and strong hunter.

"Ah, he is here. But unfortunately, that pretty girl named Vera went to deal with the guys in the north. Speaking of which, although I, as a 'shadow', can't let you do this or that, but There are many magician ladies in the canyon to the north, don’t you plan to go there and join them?”

"No...they can't accommodate people like me from Francesca and Faldius. It's incredible that the people from the police are there."

"snort!"

The hunter was very unhappy and disappeared. Instead, the old captain appeared again and spoke to Sigma.

"So, what are you going to do? You asked where the Sheriff is...are you going there?"

After a short moment of silence, Sigma made up his mind and spoke.

"...Ah, the more actors, the better."

"But if there are too many characters on the stage, things that have been sorted out will not be clear, young man."

"There is no need to figure it out... I just need to complete my own comedy."

"Comedy, although I know you really like it, I didn't expect you to act in it yourself."

Facing the old captain's mocking words, Sigma recalled the past while weaving his own words.

"...What I see in reality are all tragedies. Even comedies are the kind that make the characters suffer misfortune for fun."

Thinking of his childhood friends, Lambda and Tao, and his mother, whose face she didn't even know, who was buried in a place called Fuyuki, Sigma looked up at the sky where the weather seemed to be a joke.

"It doesn't matter once, I want to act in a comedy that ends with someone laughing..."

Remembering the unknown assassins who were both smiling, Sigma took another step.

"Oh, the joke about dying with a smile is pretty good..."

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Snowfield, Office of the Chief of Police.

Orlando Revie, who was collecting information using the magic-based observation machine on the table in the director's office, felt that the barrier of the police station was partially damaged.

"...the impact of the storm? No..."

The possibility of an invader taking advantage of the chaos to the west is very high.

Remembering the threat of the assassin who had used all his strength to attack at the beginning, and Flat Escardes who had suppressed the entire police station by finding a backdoor, Orlando carefully checked the status of the barrier.

It looks like the barrier at the back door was destroyed.

It was neither removed by skillful manipulation of magic nor destroyed by full force. The traces left behind were very traditional techniques used by ordinary magicians or magicians.

"..."

About one-third of the police officers headed by Vera were sent to the canyon on the north side in order to form a cooperative relationship. Half of the remaining police officers were defending the police station, and the other half, including John, were sent to patrol the streets.

In addition, ordinary police officers are also patrolling in cars; doing the same things as normal disasters such as preventing theft at damaged areas or fire scenes.

Just before he was about to use the magic return line to give instructions to the "Twenty-Seven Monsters", the intercom phone rang.

——I didn’t expect that the intercom phone could still be used.

It has been confirmed that all communications with the outside streets have been blocked.

Orlando realized that Faldius and the others were finally serious about destroying the city, so he picked up the receiver.

"it's me."

"Sheriff Orlando?"

"……Who are you?"

The internal call showed it was coming from the second data room.

It was a room where cases suspected to be related to magic were disguised and kept, and police officers were generally prohibited from entering.

"I am the master of the True Lancers. Sigma, you should know this name when you hear it, right?"

"...Ah, are you Francesca's confidant?"

"I'm not here to deliver a message for Francesca. This is my personal behavior. And if it's that guy, he should come in person, right?"

"……Um."

From the way he spoke and his voice, the director felt that it was indeed Sigma himself.

However, there was also the possibility that it was some kind of disguise, he asked cautiously.

"Why do you want to break the barrier? If you were on our side, wouldn't it be better to come in directly from the front door?"

"Because it will be difficult if Faldius finds out. The same goes for Francesca...it's better not to expose it as much as possible. That guy will come and get in the way even if the matter itself is meaningless."

"I feel the same way about this...so, what's the matter with you?"

In fact, even the phone call itself might be Francesca's illusion, so the police chief continued to be alert and cautiously waiting for the other party's next words.

"I would like to lend a helping hand to your heroic spirit... Alexandre Dumas."

"...Did Francesca and Faldius tell you?"

"No, I investigated it myself. I also know that this city will end tomorrow."

"snort……"

——Have you sensed an unusual situation and proposed a fight together as your Master?

——Why did you come here instead of joining the alliance in the north?

——After all, it’s not surprising that the magician ran away immediately after learning about this situation.

Several questions came to mind, and the police chief continued to ask.

"If I lend you a servant, what can you give me in return? Let me make it clear first, I don't know anything about your servant."

Then, words containing strong will came from the other end of the phone.

"all the information."

"What?"

"I will tell you what I know, all the information. In return I would like to borrow the power of Alexandre Dumas's Noble Phantasm."

"In the fog...like, what do you know?"

The police chief asked him as if he was facing a test——

Sigma on the other end of the phone immediately picked up the conversation.

"First of all, I said that my servants are spearmen, which is false."

"...Do you think I can believe someone like you, whose first message is, 'What I said a few seconds ago was false?'"

As he said this sarcastically, the police chief was thinking.

——From the perspective of the heroic spirit that has appeared, there is a high probability that it is a spearman, but even if it is not, it is indeed very interesting information.

"I just think that telling it all at once will confuse you. This is something that even Faldius doesn't know, and no one knows it except you."

"What?"

"On top of that, let me tell you one more piece of information that is most important to you."

Sigma seemed to sense that the chief was interested in this piece of information, and told him this piece of information.

That was unbelievable to the police chief at the moment, but if true, it was as important information as a bomb——

"Someone among your subordinates...in the 'Twenty-Seven Monsters' leaked information to Bastyrode."

"What did you say!?"

"So, Bastyro Cordelion already knows. Not only the police team, but also many Masters gathered in the north to fight together; and that the city is in danger. After understanding this , they are already making preparations.”

"what to prepare……?"

The Sheriff tried his best to hide his anxiety and continued to ask.

The information that was then released was enough to deepen the wrinkles between the sergeant's brows.

"They plan to take advantage of the chaos to attack the correction center or the underground of Crystal Hill and kill Faldius before handling the Great Holy Grail."

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I admire you.

A young girl once said this to Enkidu in the past.

The girl envied Enkidu because of his eternal existence.

At that time, Enkidu could not understand the other party's words logically, and he did not understand what the girl was telling this clay doll that would change its shape with just a slight movement.

However, according to the girl, no matter how his posture changes, the existence of 'Enkidu' will not change.

No matter what happens, no matter how many humans he encounters in the future, or even if he is condemned by God, Enkidu's essence will never change.

Even if he goes to death, even if he returns to the earth, Enkidu will never change.

The girl said that as long as the humans and land in the world did not disappear, Enkidu would always be Enkidu, which she envied most.

A girl who is constantly changing, a girl who is given a curse that forces her to change. Even though the curse is haunting her, the girl makes a wish to Enkidu while fighting against fate.

Hope you don't forget.

The girl just prayed like this.