The night before heading to the first special point.
Because Da Vinci was not a servant of Fujimaru Rika, and because of Sheba's instability, he would stay in Chaldean to maintain the operation of the system and make some gifts for Fujimaru Rika in his workshop that could withstand a lot of magic.
The magic consumption of the subordinates of the Imperial Master Fujimaru Rika is not responsible for Rika himself, but is the magic furnace in Chaldean, but Rika himself is equivalent to a magic converter.
The magic power output from Chaldean must be transmitted through Rika's body to the servant's body.
Lawrence is working with Leonardo da Vinci in the workshop to maintain Sheba and detect Olga Mary's situation.
The Assistant Mashu and the Imperial Master Fujimaru Rika were preparing for tomorrow's transfer of the Spirit Son, that is, they were sleeping.
In the Chaldean staff dormitory, Fujimaru Rika has already fallen asleep.
However, she seemed to be sleeping uneasy.
......
"Halley, promised me that I must stick with it and drank this glass of water."
A male voice came from Rika's first perspective, and Rika's eyes moved downwards with the master of the perspective.
What appears from the perspective seems to be summoned by himself during the day... Miss Lawrence?
But Miss Lawrence's condition...it seems something is wrong?
The woman gasped weakly, her eyes were half open and half closed, and she was as angry as a fucking spring.
"Lawrence... am I going to die..."
"You won't die, believe me!"
Before Fujimaru Rika could think, her perspective changed and she changed to another scene.
"Halley...Halley..." The real Lawrence pressed his forehead against the woman's palm.
The man was trembling, desperate and powerless.
The woman struggled to sit up, holding Lawrence's cheek.
Rika's heart trembled slightly.
"I want to kiss you again...my lover..."
Crystal tears slid from the corner of the woman's eyes.
This...is the wife of the owner of that appearance, that is, Mr. Lawrence..., and only records the woman called Halle.
Lawrence endured the grief, stood up and held his lover.
Miserable and desperate, sad and helpless looking at each other.
The two kissed gently.
Rika had no other thoughts, and there was only sadness and shock.
......
"That was..." Rika sat up and stared blankly at the quilt in front of her.
"Huh."
My fingers touched the corner of my eyes, but I found a few tears hanging.
"That's...Mr. Lawrence's..."
Buzz —
The door was opened, and the pink-haired girl walked in with a white beast in her arms.
"Ah, senior, you've got up, huh?" Maxiu walked to the bed and looked at Fujimaru Rika who was wiping her tears, and was a little anxious, "Senior, why are you crying? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Or are you mentally stressed?"
"I'm fine, Mashu, I'm just..." Rika was a little suspicious, "Has she had a dream?"
"Dream? What dream?" Mashu was a little confused.
"I seem to dream of... something happened to Miss Lawrence during her lifetime?"
"well?"
......
"That's how things look like." Fujimaru Rika was a little embarrassed.
Lawrence sat aside, lowering his head.
"The things described by Rika do happen often. The Lord will dream of some things in his life when the servant who signed a contract with him. He just uses the perspective of the servant to experience some things, and there are no side effects." Dr. Roman sat in front of the instrument with a smile. "This situation may deepen the understanding between the Lord and the servant."
"I understand." Rika nodded.
"Miss Lawrence, are you okay?" Dr. Roman asked when he noticed that Lawrence was a little low.
Before the spirit son transfers, all abnormal states must be eliminated.
"...I have no problem, it will not affect the transfer of the spirit." Lawrence raised his head, with the same smile as yesterday. He looked very warm, but he always felt like he was keeping people from thousands of miles away.
Dr. Roman thought for a moment and decided to believe Lawrence.
Summoned by Fujimaru Rika, Lawrence was close friends with Da Vinci during his lifetime and was basically a completely trustworthy existence. Dr. Roman believed that she could distinguish the priorities of the matter.
The two stood up and walked out side by side.
"How is the situation in Sheba?"
“The current situation…”
Fujimaru Rika looked at the end of her skirt that disappeared at the door, feeling a little silent.
"Senior, let's go to the control room, too." Mathue reminded.
"Yeah, let's go." Fujimaru Rika nodded.
I still remember everything I had seen in my dreams.
Is that happening before Miss Lawrence's death...
......
"Then, three, please enter the casing." Dr. Roman and the remaining Chaldean employees looked at the three with solemn and respectful eyes.
Mashu has been transformed into a subordinate, with purple-black leather armor worn on his body, and the huge cross shield has temporarily transformed into spiritual bodies.
Lawrence was still wearing his own skirt. As a complete servant, his body itself was equivalent to a piece of equipment.
Fujimaru Rika wore a carefully designed Leonardo da Vinci, and Lawrence spent one night making a gift suit that could adapt to magic and took a deep breath.
"We're leaving." Fujimaru Rika nodded to Dr. Roman, turned around, and resolutely walked into the casing where Lingzi was transferred.
Massey and Lawrence also walked into the other two casings.
In a small corner where everyone could not see, a white beast named Fufu jumped into Mashu's casket like a teleportation.
"Please pay attention to safety." Roman instructed, "The first element of everything is to protect the safety of Fujimaru Rika. As the last emperor of the human side, she is our only hope."
With the casing buckled, Roman nodded to the staff.
"Then-the first spiritual son transfer, transfer target, France."
"start!"
......
Orleans, France.
Inside the castle, a tall man was praying.
The girl in black armor stood silently in place.
The girl had pure white hair, lifeless, and her skin was as pale as dead, sick and beautiful.
"Ahhh, my holy virgin, you finally responded to my call!" The tall man roared excitedly and happily.
The black girl stood there without any memory and selflessly, listening mechanically to the man's words.
"Ah? Is it actually a doll without self?"
He stroked the golden cup in his hand and said intoxicatedly: "It's good, then!"
"The great holy virgin, Joan of Arc (Jeanne Darkor)! Please abandon your mercy for these dirty people and become Joan of Arc who belongs only to me and Jill de Ray!"
To be continued...