In the early morning, Francesca received Bazdilot's permission and saw the "heroic spirit" through the crystal ball.
Now when she thinks about it, she is squirming with excitement.
"Ah...ah! Just thinking about it, my insides feel like they are boiling! That feeling of being born to defy God, to blaspheme God! I like it so much! It reminds me of my best friend!
Although they hate different gods, they will definitely become good friends as soon as they meet."
Francesca was immersed in her personal world, muttering incomprehensible words. Orlando completely ignored this and raised his feet to leave the room.
"Ahhhhh? Where are you going?"
"To deal with the situation, of course."
"Are you serious? Although you had a good fight with the female stalker yesterday, I don't think you can deal with the children over there in the valley. If you rush over to intervene, you might be killed by the golden king.
"Francesca closed her legs and said seriously.
Orlando also knew that she was right.
However, whether it is from the fact that as a magician, concealment of magic is the first priority, or from the fact that as the police chief, he needs to ensure the safety of the city, he cannot sit idly by.
"I can't leave them alone. If we continue to fight, a missed attack may destroy a building. Even if there is little hope, I will still ask Faldius if he is willing to cooperate with me. Even if I don't directly intervene with them
We must also carry out concealment work as early as possible during the battle.”
"Ah...you don't have to be so brave, I have already taken action." Francesca chuckled.
"What?" Orlando frowned slightly when he heard this. Obviously, he didn't expect the old witch to move so fast. Who knows what she was doing secretly behind her back.
Seeing Orlando's surprised face, Francesca smiled disgustingly and said something.
A sentence that can give Orlando an even bigger headache——
"The heroic spirits I summoned are now rushing over to intervene!"
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"Really..." After hearing the archer's voice full of infinite resentment and determination, the female cavalry temporarily suppressed the excitement in her heart.
"You are no longer him." She narrowed her eyes, adjusted her breathing slightly, and gently stroked her beloved horse's neck.
In an instant, the divine energy around her was entangled with the magic power generated in her body, and its purity also increased rapidly.
"This is..." Tini couldn't help but hold her breath after sensing the magic power through the earth's spiritual veins.
According to the system of the Holy Grail War, at least Fuyuki's system that Tini had investigated in advance, the Holy Grail War should not be able to summon gods.
However, these heroic spirits in front of her now undoubtedly have divine power, so after such heroic spirits are really summoned, Tini cannot guess to what extent they can exercise the power of God. This is originally inappropriate.
Common sense situation.
If the female cavalry is who Tiny speculates, then she should be a demigod with a "god" father.
To become a complete god, the female cavalry still lacks some strength. If the Changbu Noble Phantasm can help her fill this gap, what will happen in the end?
Tiny's face turned pale, but she didn't flinch or hesitate.
Because the "king" who made her feel more worthy of fear than God was standing beside her.
"In this case, I will not ask you to go back to the right path. At most, I will treat you and the golden king as 'enemies' and deal with them."
The moment the female cavalry dropped these words, a ferocious smile replaced Gilgamesh's previous expression.
"How courageous you are, little girl!"
Although his smile showed arrogance, it did not contain the contempt and contempt before.
Gilgamesh discovered it earlier than anyone else.
The female cavalry who had been venting her anger driven by emotions before suddenly turned into a warrior surrounded by spirit.
But now, Gilgamesh regained his arrogance a little, and his eyes could clearly see part of the other person's nature.
Also see "what" the female cavalry will become next.
However, since he is a king, he will carry out the king's arrogance to the end.
"How dare you confuse me with a mere avenger! Your bravery and the farce between you are worthy of making me laugh!"
In this Holy Grail War, Gilgamesh was indeed neither proud nor careless. However, as long as he is a king, his arrogant temperament will inevitably be with him and become his most natural posture.
At the same time, the archer also pulled out a ferocious smile under the monster's skin.
"This is a good sign. Although the corrupt tyrants don't believe it, there may be cause and effect in the world."
As he spoke, the arrows he placed on the bowstring emitted ominous magic.
Even inexperienced magicians or just ordinary people can detect the murderous intent on that arrow.
"Because as soon as the war started, I was able to kill two so-called demigods."
It's not just the nature of the arrow that changes.
The posture of the archers with their bows and arrows drawn is no longer the firm stance of spreading their legs before, but a more natural way - the bows and arrows are placed on the waist with the bows facing downwards. At first glance, they seem to be "off guard"
Same.
Contrary to this state, his whole body exudes a strange and growing sense of oppression. An ordinary fighter would be instantly enveloped in a sense of near-desperate fear just by taking one look at him.
However, standing in front of the archers was the queen who was full of dignity, and the original hero king who was shining with golden light.
Looking at the two men who showed no signs of timidity, the archer's body was filled with black mud-like magic power.
"Okay, that's it for now."
At the moment when every heroic spirit is about to take action——
The voice of an innocent boy sounded in the endless forest with heavy snowfall.
"Huh?" Hearing the boy's voice, Tini paused for a moment before making a dull voice.
The female cavalry opened her eyes in shock, the archers narrowed their eyes slightly, and Gilgamesh glanced around with suspicious eyes.
The place where they were standing should be a large valley with sparse vegetation.
However, the moment the boy's voice reached their ears, their field of vision was occupied by a forest.
The coniferous trees were covered with thick snow, and the boundless white color dominated the forest instead of the colors of leaves and bark. And they were standing in the forest.
Fine snow fell on Tini's exposed slender arms, and a cold feeling spread through her skin.
Forced transfer? Tini quickly used magic to cover her body with a layer of warm air, and at the same time speculated on what they had encountered. She didn't expect that someone could use such an advanced magic that was almost magical...
There is no place around Snowfield today where you can see this kind of scenery.
There is a large forest to the west, but the types of trees are different from here, and although the city is called Snowfield, it rarely snows.
There is another possibility, that is, they were dragged into a different world created by a certain servant - a special space called "inherent barrier". Tini has heard that there are heroic spirits who can use such skills.
However, Tiny's servant Gilgamesh did not show any anxious look, and just said to her: "Don't worry, it's just an illusion."
"Illusion?"
In magic, illusion is a general magic that involves many aspects. There are many types of illusion, some can hide specific locations, some can disrupt the sense of direction in specific locations, and some can be applied to oneself to strengthen
Hints and practices.
However, half-baked illusions are mostly ineffective against magicians who have a certain level of magic circuits and magic markings. Therefore, many people regard it as a "general convenience magic", and not many people study more sophisticated illusions.
.
In fact, someone had once cast an illusion on Tini. However, because she was connected to the spiritual veins of the land and her sensory abilities were strengthened through the spiritual veins, illusions were useless to her.
But the current situation is that Tini can still feel the cold even through the spiritual veins of the land.
But judging from the connection of magic power, this is indeed a valley on the land of our ancestors... So is this really an illusion? I really didn't expect it... If this is the case, it means that this illusion can not only deceive human feelings... but also deceive the land.
itself?
Among human magicians, how many people can reach this level? There are quite a few people with special media such as advanced magic eyes. From a general point of view, this level of illusion has surpassed that of human magicians.
field of.
——It’s a new follower!
I don't know if this illusion is a noble phantom or a simple magic trick.
But at least it can be inferred from this that the person who made the boy's voice just now is probably the new servant.
"That's not okay. Let's calm down. How can we reveal our trump cards on the first day? However, I heard that some people suddenly started playing with their trump cards in full swing in the desert before the war started! Haha!"
The boy's voice echoed in the snowy forest, but the source of the voice could not be found.
It was as if the falling snowflakes had become his speakers, spreading his voice throughout the space.
Gilgamesh listened calmly and said with some displeasure: "At this time, there are rude gangsters who come to spoil my interest. Although I don't know what your intention is, do you think that this level of illusion can
Hidden from my eyes?"
"Oh, you are worthy of being the Hero King Gilgamesh! As a human administrator who enjoys the title of both a famous king and a tyrant, what you say is different! You are both great and arrogant, wise and show off your knowledge. It seems to me
I can’t hide it from your discerning eyes! It’s really a headache.”
The voice of a suspected young man sounded again in the illusion forest. His words contained too many adjectives. To be more precise, he was obviously making fun of the other person.
As soon as the young man finished speaking——
A neutral voice different from a boy's voice came from behind Gilgamesh and Tini.
"What about your ears, Jill?"
Tiny turned around after hearing the sound and saw a heroic spirit standing there.
The heroic spirit has a face that is still childish, and both appearance and figure are very neutral. It can be said that he is a man, and it is not an exaggeration to call him a woman.
His body is tight and his lines are smooth, like a perfect thing; his appearance is dignified and beautiful, and it even makes people think that it doesn't matter whether he is a boy or a girl.
This...servant is...
Tini immediately understood who the person who suddenly appeared behind her was.
Although she had only seen it from a distance through the image sent by his familiar, this man was indeed the heroic spirit Gilgamesh fought against after he appeared, and the two of them left a crater in the desert.
However, Tini immediately understood that judging from the timing and the lines just spoken, this was just a fake fabricated by illusion.
So how will Gilgamesh react?
The moment Tiny was about to look away——
The sword of original sin in Gilgamesh's hand flashed, and the heroic spirit generated by the illusion instantly disappeared.
"Who allowed you to imitate the appearance and voice of my friend?"
Through the magic channel, a burning sensation surged into Tini's magic circuit.
She could imagine that Gilgamesh was not acting emotionally, but was controlling the rage boiling in his body.
"How dare you try to confuse me with this, and you will never be able to atone for your sin even if you die. I will use all the treasures (techniques) created by mankind to torture others to make you regret your rashness."
Hearing this, the young man's voice sounded again in the Snow Forest: "Don't be angry, noble king, this is just a joke made by the clown."
The owner of the voice calls himself a clown and makes an ostensible plea to the king for forgiveness.
But after hearing these words, Gilgamesh became furious as never before, and a roar suddenly sounded in the forest as if he was scolding the entire space.
"Idiot! The so-called clown is someone who can make others happy just by existing!"
Perhaps because he had a unique insight into the profession of clown, he used a more arrogant attitude than usual, injecting obvious anger into his words.
"You actually call yourself a clown, trying to use your identity as a clown as an excuse for being rude! You are not even a third-rate clown, and you are not even qualified to call yourself a clown! You are just a fool who is intoxicated with his own strange behavior!"
Seeing Gilgamesh showing an unprecedented anger, Tini couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
Because the reason for his anger is different from that of ordinary people, this makes Tini unclear as a minister, how should she be careful not to touch the king's reverse scale in the future. But for now, she will "forbid the mention of clowns in front of the king."
This incident is etched in my heart.
However, Tini didn't think she had the chance to bring up such a topic on her own initiative.
At this time, there was the sound of something breaking in the distance, and the trees that were supposed to be caused by illusion were swept to the ground along with the real sound.
The female cavalry seemed to be able to see hallucinations. She gritted her teeth and shouted at the sky: "Are you kidding me! Damn the illusion maker! Where are you... show up quickly!"
The female cavalry who had already calmed down was once again so excited that she lost her mind.
Tini was wondering what she saw when she suddenly saw a confused look on her face.
"What..." The female cavalry stopped suddenly, looked into the void and shouted, "Master, do you want me to retreat? But..."
Upon hearing this, Tini understood immediately.
I am afraid that the master of the female cavalry gave her a retreat order through telepathy.
The archer was probably the only person who was not affected by the hallucination, and was standing calmly in the snow.
The female cavalry turned to look at the archer, looked at him with a look that was both sympathetic and sad, then lowered her head and said: "I understand... follow the master's order."
She sat on her horse, put away her spear, and declared to Gilgamesh and the archers: "See you next time, golden king, and the avenger who disguises himself. I swear that next time I will abide by the etiquette of battle and be the same."
I come to see you as a warrior."
"You are a rude little thief who wants to get the Holy Grail (my treasure). Do you think I will let you escape?"
"You are a king. To chase a fugitive with a narrow mind is inconsistent with the status of a king. If you want to chase me, then get down from the throne and chase me as a warrior." The female cavalry said calmly.
's retorted.
Tiny originally thought that these words would anger Gilgamesh.
However, Gilgamesh looked at the back of the female cavalry and smiled arrogantly: "You are so lucky, you dare to let me step down from the throne. Do you know that these big words are enough to condemn you to death. But... seeing that
When I was a guy, I almost forgot about my position as a king. Although it is not for self-discipline, but this time is to celebrate the reunion with my friends, and I will forgive you mercifully. You must be grateful.
Thank you.”
After Gilgamesh talked in circles, he looked at the archer and continued: "But it's hard to say whether this guy will let you go."
The next thing that sounded in the snow was the boy's voice.
"Hey, Her Majesty the Queen is going back. Well, I have some trouble here, so I'll leave first. The real archer... No, would it be more appropriate to call you an Avenger?"
Hearing this, Gilgamesh stared at the forest and said in a displeased voice: "My king's verdict against you has not changed. You are a low-grade monster that is worse than a bastard."
After classifying the owner of the voice as a "monster", Gilgamesh said to the archer as a king: "Bastard, you don't need to hide your real name anymore, right? No, if your purpose is to taint your own body,
, then taking the initiative to sign up is in line with your ambition, isn’t it?”
Gilgamesh gave the archers a king's order with an extremely arrogant attitude: "It doesn't matter, I'm sure, please tell me your real name."
This ridiculous wording made the archer smile bitterly - but after a moment, he put the bow on his shoulder and replied slowly under the leather cloth: "My name is Alcides."
When the female cavalry heard the name, she shook her head on her horse without saying a word.
Tini didn't understand the meaning of the name at first, but she soon picked up the fragments of memory from her brain.
"The son of Amphitryon and Alcmene, heir to the royal lineage of Mycenae."
Only then did Tiny remember that it was the nickname of a certain great hero - the name he was given as a human being.
"Golden King, all the kings I know cannot compare with you. You are the strongest king, but also a weak warrior. Let's meet again next time. Next time, you have to use the power of God hidden in the deepest place to fight.
Deal with me."
As soon as he finished speaking, mud-like magic power surged out of his body and enveloped him - and then opened a void-like hole in the forest snowfield. The next second, the whole person disappeared completely, including those who were there.
All the mud disappeared completely.
"Goodbye then, kings. You can always tell me when you want to fall, because stupidity and madness are my origins! Ahahahahaha! Ahahahahahahaha!"
The invisible servant let out a maniacal laugh with an innocent boyish voice, which resounded throughout the countryside.
Just when the laughter was about to disappear, the snowfield dissipated like a mirage, and the scenery around Tini and others changed back to the original valley.
The female cavalryman who was still here looked at Tini, smiled slightly for some reason, pulled the reins and reported home.
"Since he has already given his real name, there is no point in me continuing to hide it from you."
The "Queen" shook her head helplessly and said her name in a loud voice: "My name is Hippolyta. I am the witch of Ares and Artemis, the god of war - the daughter of Otriela and the great Amazon.
The warrior chief of the tribe! We will see the golden king and his young retainers later!"
Tini thought that the female cavalryman Hippolyta would ride away after announcing her name, but she saw that she and the horse turned into particles of light and disappeared.
After spending this short and exciting time, Tini used magic to stabilize her emotions and asked her servant Gilgamesh: "Forgive me for overstepping... King, won't you tell me your name?"
"
Gilgamesh moved his eyebrows slightly.
Then, he shook his head as if to excuse himself and showed an even more arrogant smile.
"Hmph... they are not qualified to know my name yet. When they stand in front of me next time, as a recognition of their honor, tell them my name."
Tini had no doubt about what Gilgamesh said, and nodded in realization.
Then, she raised another question: "What exactly is the 'trouble' that the young man's voice said?"
"Hmm." After hearing Tini's words, Gilgamesh suppressed his expression, looked at the city that could be seen from the valley, and expressed his speculation: "I'm afraid it has something to do with the thief who interrupted my reunion with my friends.
.”
"That is"
"I thought that the death curse could be eliminated with a wave of my king's treasure, but I didn't expect that he would avoid my tracking in this form."
"Death...curse?" Tini looked uneasy when she heard this. Anyone who mentions 'death' and 'curse' will probably have this emotion.
However, in front of the golden king, this is not allowed.
Seeing Tini frowning and asking, Gilgamesh laughed arrogantly again and said: "Asshole, showing an uneasy look in front of the king is a very disrespectful act. You are now under the protection of the king, and you have time to be afraid of curses, but
It is better to put your awe in this king."
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At the same time, Kolzman Special Orthopedics Center.
There are countless modern-style monitors placed in the monitoring room. Images transmitted through familiars and magic surveillance devices are reflected on the screen, creating a strange atmosphere for the entire room.
The owner of the room, Faldius, frowned as he looked at the continuously collected data.
"As expected, Bazdilot must be eradicated as soon as possible. No, the Scladio family who is behind him may be the key to the problem. No matter what the outcome of the Holy Grail War is, if this continues, one day he will break away from our side.
Control. Even if other departments are deployed at that time... No, even if the entire White House is deployed, there is no way to stop the Scladio family."
Faldius didn't show it on his face, but he was extremely unhappy in his heart.
"The problem is not only this, but also Caoqiu and his wife."
Faldius still hasn't been able to grasp the opponent's movements in detail, and he doesn't even know the specific situation of the servants they summoned, so he must not act rashly.
"The heroic spirit summoned by the silver wolf...the clay figurine in Babylonia is probably a spearman. If so, the one summoned by Zaoqiu should be a cavalry or a berserker..."
Enkidu, a heroic spirit summoned by the silver wolf and suspected of being a spearman;
A female stalker summoned by the faction of Jesta Caltore who turned into a corpse;
The sorcerer summoned by the Commissioner of Police - Alexandre Dumas (Alexander Dumas);
And the archers commanded by Tiny Cherk - the Hero King Gilgamesh.
While Faldius was sorting out the information silently in his mind, he continued to think: "Frat Eskaldes once communicated with the heroic spirit in the park... From this point of view, it is possible that the heroic spirit is a berserker.
Very low. Therefore, the heroic spirits summoned by Caoqiu and his wife are probably Berserkers."
He knew that Caoqiu and his wife wanted to summon Qin Shihuang, but he didn't understand the meaning of summoning a hero who was good at tactics and strategy as a berserker.
If there was some mistake that caused Qin Shihuang to appear as a berserker, then the servants might also fall into madness and dominate Caoqiu and his wife, but this is all just Faldius's speculation.
Faldius also thought about sending the True Diver he summoned to conduct reconnaissance, but if Caoqiu's chess piece happened to be the heroic spirit that restrained him, then he would have to watch helplessly lose one of his generals.
"Oh, troubles are coming one after another."
Kasura, who summoned the swordsman, was killed by a fake stalker; Doris Lucendra, who summoned the real cavalry, took an uncooperative attitude towards Faldius and did not even contact him; she planned to summon the true madman
Harley from the Warrior has been unable to be contacted; Sigma, who should have summoned the Lancer normally, sent a brief message saying, "Although it is true that something was summoned, I don't know what it is. Wait until I figure it out."
I will report back to you after I find out his real name."
"Our goal is not to make the Holy Grail grant wishes, but to advance the analysis process of the third magic after that."
Faldius suddenly had a childish idea: What would happen if he got the Holy Grail and made a wish to it, "I want the third magic"?
However, he also knew that it was useless to think about it now, so he did not continue to think about it.
"There is no need to get hung up on individual wins and losses, as long as our side wins."
Having said that, another worry also sounded the alarm in Faldius' mind.
"Tini Cherk doesn't want the Holy Grail, but if she gets the Holy Grail and makes a wish to 'destroy Snowfield's Holy Grail system', what should she do? If that doesn't work, she can let the traitor kill Tini...
…But we have to do it while the Hero King is fighting other servants.”
"Let's not talk about it... It is also a problem to not be able to grasp the movement of the swordsman. Monitors should be installed in various important places in the city... but the woman wearing glasses was not photographed. I thought she would be with
Einzbern's artificial human contact..."
Faldius has been monitoring the "White Woman" - Einzbern's artificial human. Although the "White Woman" disappeared in the evening, she is now back under the surveillance network.
The strange thing is that she has been going in and out of shopping malls and casinos in the city since the morning, and there is no continuity in her actions.
"Is that a trap to confuse us? She must have noticed that we were spying on her... Everything is really unsatisfactory."
Facing endless questions, Faldius, who had a headache, couldn't help but press the corners of his eyes with his hands.
"Minister Deoland."
At this time, one of Faldius Diorland's female subordinates called him.
"What's the matter, Miss Aldora?"
"The magicians in the city who have not become masters... are acting a bit strangely."
Faldius took the report and read it, then looked up at several monitors.
"Indeed...it's strange."
Some magicians left the city in the morning.
Many people were frightened by the craters in the desert, and some were killed by fake stalkers - fanatical believers.
Under such circumstances, it is understandable that a half-experienced magician would decide that "he cannot handle it at all" and therefore want to escape.
However - the strange thing happened after they escaped.
The magicians who should have left the city in the morning, whether they were driving cars or riding motorcycles, all turned around and returned to the city of Snowfield.
"Could it be that...they were hired as soon as they left the city?"
The first thing Faldius thought of was the intervention of the Clock Tower: Could it be that the Clock Tower has been keeping an eye on the magicians leaving the city and made some kind of promise to them, asking them to work for the Clock Tower?
However, Aldora's next words denied his speculation.
"Not just a magician, Minister."
"What?"
"At a certain point in time, ordinary people who go out to do business in the city will also return to the city."
A cold, strange feeling passed through Faldius' body.
He deeply realized how naive his own perception was.
A large-scale "event" is taking place in the city, which is completely beyond the scope of ordinary magic.
There was no doubt about this, but he didn't understand why this happened.
"Is it a barrier that drives people away? No... Since people have returned to the city, it should be called a barrier that drives people away...
But, what is the purpose?
I heard that during the Fifth Holy Grail War in Fuyuki, heroic spirits appeared who tried to collect magic power from ordinary people..."
There are too many unsolved mysteries in the Fifth Holy Grail War, and Faldius doesn't know what the final outcome of that heroic spirit will be.
However, the information he received said that there was a mass fainting incident among ordinary citizens, and the Holy Church used a "poison gas accident" to cover up the truth.
Rumors spread among local high school students that "there are chemical weapons dropped by the US military buried underground, and poison gas must have leaked from these unexploded bombs." Faldius remembered his colleagues
We have spent a lot of effort to dispel such rumors that are inconsistent with the facts.
"Chemical weapons... unexploded bombs. If you can suppress them by rumors alone, it will be a worry-free thing.
Judging from the current processing power, the crater alone is quite difficult.
Snowfield has a population of 800,000... Although arrangements have been made in advance, even if all these people disappear, it can be dealt with temporarily...
But I don’t want things to become so troublesome.”
Just as Faldius was thinking, he suddenly found something stuffed in his clenched hands.
It was a piece of note paper with a few words written on it, crumpled into a crumpled ball. He carefully unfolded the paper and saw that it was obviously written for him.
"Didn't you notice? The barrier wall of this facility is very thick. Therefore, that thing did not enter here."
During this Holy Grail War, although Faldius formed a contract with the true Diver Hassan Sabah, Hassan rarely took the initiative to talk to him.
Hassan seems to be very taboo about using his voice, so he often speaks in this way.
And these words were all written in Faldius's scrawled handwriting.
It's as if when others see it, they can pretend that the existence of the Diver Heroic Spirit is Faldius's delusion.
"That thing... refers to..."
Faldius whispered.
At this time, lumps of snowflakes appeared on the screen of a computer receiving the data, as if to answer him.
A short row of words emerged from the snowflakes and was deeply imprinted in Faldius' mind.
The text was very short and only answered his questions.
"The cursed wind of terminal illness."
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Two hours later, cheap motel.
"Ah, I can finally go out!"
Frater Eskaldes opened the curtains in the room, bathed in the sunlight, and stretched for a long time.
"I didn't expect to be scolded like that..." He stretched out in an instant, slumped his shoulders and sighed, "Moreover, the catalyst that summoned Mr. Bennett was not prepared for me by the professor at all. It was actually me who misunderstood...
…”
Flatt was wearing a steampunk-style watch on his left hand, and a helpless voice came from it: "Compared with the blow I suffered, you should be doing fine. After all, I just realized that I was actually cheated by a video game.
Summoned from around the prize. Besides, I was just scolded for two hours, so it’s not a big deal.”
Hearing the comfort from Bennett, the berserker who had transformed into a heroic watch, Flatt shook his head slightly and corrected: "It's not 'just two hours' but 'two full hours'."
Flatt held the mobile phone he just bought tightly, fell on the bed and curled up sadly.
After he sent his mobile phone number to his teacher, Lord El-Melloi II, it didn’t even take fifteen seconds before he received an international call from the UK. It was only just now that the two-year long call finally ended.
An hour-long lecture and a nearly half-hour policy meeting.
As soon as Flatt picked up the phone, a man's roar came from the other end, and then he began a long lecture. Even Bennett, who had turned into a watch, and Xuan Hao on the side could hear clearly and were looking at him the whole time.
joke.
From the fact that Flatt ran away to the United States without permission, to the investigation into various things he had done before, the question that the second generation seems to be most concerned about seems to be: "Who did you learn about the summoning spell from?
With your personality, it is impossible for you to go to the big library to research information by yourself, is it from Tohsaka?"
Hearing the professor's question, Flatt answered honestly: "Ah, yes, I can just ask Xiao Lin...Actually, I did something casually on the street, and it seems that there is no magic circle or anything.
The spell summoned it."
This answer made the other party silent for a few minutes. After a while, the lecture started again, even more angry than before.
Although Flatt was very tired, Bennett still said to him sternly: "Be patient. I heard all the content of the lecture. In my opinion, what he said was not only concise and clear, but also correct.
You have no way to argue. It is such an efficient lecture, but you can still let him talk for such a long time, which shows that you are the one with the problem. Just think about these two missing hours honestly."
"No, Mr. Bennett." Flat seemed to want to refute something.
"I told you not to call the Servant by his real name, call me Berserker. What do you mean?" Bennett used a long needle to replace his neck and showed a tilt of his head.
Flatt said in frustration: "Professor was very busy when he was in the clock tower. He had a lot of work and couldn't waste a minute... But now a full two hours have been wasted because of me... I feel very bad about this.
I feel sorry for you..."
"Well...you are more respectful of teachers than I thought."
"There are only three or four people who are disciples of professors but don't respect him!"
"There actually is... However, I can understand over the phone that he is an excellent 'magic teacher'. Judging from the fact that he participated in the Holy Grail War and survived, he should also be a first-rate 'magician'.
"Of course! The professor not only participated in the Holy Grail War, but also solved many cases in the Clock Tower! There are 'Adela of the Stripped City - The Serial Murder Case of the Seal Under the Moon', 'The Twin Towers - The Case of the Disappearance of a Dangerous Beauty' and 'Super
Express - Judgment Eye Case', and..."
"Well, you can name the case arbitrarily, add more details to the story, and plant a forest, causing great harm to the professor's stomach. I know all these things."
"It's annoying, I didn't add any details. What I said is true. The professor is also a legendary figure in the Clock Tower! Ah, by the way! Do you want to give him a call and have a chat? But like I just said
Yes, the professor is a busy man and can only chat for a short while..."
Bennett thought about Frater's suggestion for a few seconds, then shook his long needle violently: "Forget it. I just said a few words to him, and I felt like he had seen through everything about me.
...Let's put it this way, he has a temperament that seems to want to transform me into something else."
"Ah... This, everyone who has talked to the professor will indeed say this, but he did not do it out of malice..."
"Well, I know he didn't mean it, it's just a habit. However, his power to see through the other person's essence is really terrifying. If I continue to chat with him, I think I will be satisfied with the status quo and realize my dream before
He has become a Buddha."
"Really..." Flatt turned over and sat on the bed, saying regretfully.
Seeing this, Bennett continued: "However, I understand that he is a trustworthy person. In my understanding, what a magician should do is to try every means to trick me and make me give up the Holy Grail War by any means
Join the Clock Tower, because my existence itself is a precious research object. And he didn't do this, which means that he is either a good old man, or a big shot who cares about the overall situation more than the immediate interests."
Although he really only said a few words, Bennett developed a certain degree of trust in the monarch El-Melloi II, as well as a feeling similar to sympathy - in "Such a person is also for Fra
I must have put a lot of thought into this."
Flatt didn't know that his unrestrained spirit resonated with his teacher and disciple over the phone. He continued to open the curtains and looked out the sunny window.
"Yeah! The professor is a very powerful person! He has a much broader vision than someone like me..."
"Indeed, this is his advantage, right? Although he is not outstanding in the field of magicians... Should I say it's luck? Or should we say it's fate? This guy can always do amazing things by accident.
Things." Xuanhao suddenly intervened to correct Flatt's misunderstanding of Bennett.
"Ah? Does Mr. Xuanhao know the professor?" Flatt's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Don't you seem to know him very well? Because you have nothing to do with the Holy Grail War. I just forgot to tell the professor about your existence. I would have known earlier.
I asked you to chat with him too."
"..." Xuan Hao shut his mouth speechlessly. He felt that he should not interrupt. Why did the curious baby start again? "Now is not the time to be a curious baby, is it? Rather than this, you might as well watch
How about looking out the window?"
"Um?"
After hearing this, Flat subconsciously looked out the window, and then froze on the spot.
Seeing Frat suddenly staring out the window motionless, Watch asked in surprise: "What's wrong? Do you have any new discoveries? Why do you feel that I, a follower, look so ignorant in front of you..."
"No, it's not a new discovery...but I think the fog outside is so heavy..."
"Fog? What are you talking about? Where is the fog?" Bennett was confused when he heard this. He could only see a clear scenery outside the window.
Bennett was just wondering if there was something wrong with Flatt's eyes, when he saw Flatt put away his smile and replied: "No... I'm not talking about this... I'm talking about the magic fog... I just arrived in the city.
There were some at that time, and I thought it was the influence of the Holy Grail... Speaking of which, Mr. Xuanhao is really powerful. You obviously have no magic power, but can you sense it?"
"Actually, I have been analyzing the various powers here since I came to this world." Xuan Hao said as he raised his hand lightly, and a magic power that even Flatt felt horrified lingered on his fingertips.
However, this magic power is fleeting, perhaps because it is afraid of being perceived by unnecessary people.
"This magical power... I'm afraid even the servants can't match it, right?" Flatt looked excited, "In this case, with Mr. Xuanhao here, there seems to be nothing to worry about."
"What are you worried about?" Bennett looked confused.
"We...may be surrounded by something very dangerous..." Frat pointed to the magic fog outside the window that only he and Xuan Hao could see.
Bennett couldn't see it, so naturally he couldn't understand it. He could only be more confused: "Where? Is it an attack from the enemy heroic spirit? Is there a barrier laid out in the motel? Why didn't I feel anything?"
Although he couldn't see anything, he also knew that Flatt was a naive person and would not joke about such a thing.
However, after hearing Flatt's answer, he hoped that this kid was joking.
"It's not just a motel. This thing at least encompasses the entire city."
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Time goes back to the time when the King of Heroes faced off against the mysterious archer——
The heroic spirits summoned to participate in the Holy Grail War basically appear in seven classes, namely Saber, Archer, Lancer, Rider, Caster, and Assassin.
), and Berserker.
However, it is said that in rare cases, "Extra Class" that does not belong to these seven classes can be summoned. In fact, there are records that during Fuyuki's Third Holy Grail War, someone summoned
A heroic spirit of the "Avenger" class.
Swamp house.
Sigma was sitting on a chair in the study on the first floor of the bungalow. After learning this knowledge, he asked: "Then 'Watcher'... is an extra rank?"
The shadow that appeared at this moment - the boy with wings on his back responded: "To be precise, not really. If the Holy Grail system here is the same as Fuyuki's, then the three knights will not become additional classes.
Judging from the remaining positions, the servants participating in this Holy Grail War should be spearmen. However, it is not the heroic spirit that becomes a spearman servant, but you. Therefore, what you summon is
In order to ensure that you can survive, you become a barrier of spearmen and a watchman who is also responsible for surveillance."
"I understand what you mean. After hearing what you said this morning, I took a nap and thought about it again. I still can't accept it. If nothing else, it's incredible that humans have become spearmen.
.”
"We didn't expect that the first thing you did was sleep. But to say it is incredible, this Holy Grail War itself is incredible enough. Although the term 'regular additional class' is a bit contradictory, if it is serious
The earth calls us with an extra class, and we may appear as 'Gate Keepers'."
Then, the shadow turned into a child holding a snake staff. He took over the topic and said to Sigma, who had just stated his opinion calmly: "The three knights will not become additional classes. Does this rule apply in this Holy Grail War?
It’s hard to say. As shadows, although we have a certain degree of knowledge about the Holy Grail War, it is all based on Fuyuki’s rules. This Holy Grail War in Snowfield really deviated far from the original rules.”
"After all, he is a counterfeit, so it is not surprising that this would happen." Sigma shrugged, expressing his understanding without saying a word.
The child-like shadow continued: "Now, the 'watchman' you summoned has begun to monitor the city, and it seems that it has discovered a flaw."
"flaw?"
"There is a heroic spirit that was supposed to be summoned as an archer among the Three Knights, but turned into an avenger of an additional class. It was something that no one summoned, but it swarmed to this land in the form of mutual attraction."
After saying that, the child disappeared and was replaced by the "captain" holding a cane in the corner of the room.
"Ah, I felt a scent similar to mine over there in the valley."
"Similar scent?"
"A smell that is nostalgic and makes my blood boil. I feel a kind of pure anger, coming from a place deeper than my internal organs. Ah, if I can be summoned as a regular heroic spirit, then I will
That class with the theme of revenge appeared, not the cavalry. It's a pity that it's not the case. It's a shame that I am the shadow of 'that'."
The "Captain"'s words gradually lost emotion, as if the magma was burning and rolling calmly in its depths. Sigma noticed this strange sense of movement, but did not get to the bottom of it.
They who call themselves shadows occasionally talk about their regrets and hatreds, but Sigma is not interested in these things, nor does he think he can get clues to the true names of the heroic spirits, so he basically ignores such words.
However, whether it was due to nature or the special training he received in his childhood, although Sigma did not pay attention, the words that came into his ears were still firmly imprinted in his mind.
But you can’t just keep listening to the other person’s complaints.
Sigma summarized several pieces of information from what he just heard, and decided to throw the question to the shadows.
"In other words, are you...objectively observing the Holy Grail War in this city?"
"To be precise, it's not us, but... the thing you summoned."
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Somewhere in the city, Alexandre Dumas's study.
"What's going on? I've been seeing strange sights since this morning."
The warlock Alexandre Dumas (Alexander Dumas) was originally "revising" the draft of "The Poisonous Dagger of Hydra" in the room assigned to him, but at this moment he looked around in confusion.
What comes into view is the same room as usual.
Countless bookshelves and mountains of books.
There are a variety of meals and snacks on the table.
Laptop connected to the internet.
A simple-looking wired telephone.
However, something is wrong.
Dumas had a strange feeling, as if the "quality" of the space had changed. But he just smiled and returned to work happily.
"It doesn't matter, the more viewers the better."
He was beaming as if he had concluded that "accidents are the beauty of stage plays."
"If you enjoy such a grand impromptu performance alone, you will be punished by God! Hahahaha!"
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Swamp house.
"Then tell me, from your perspective, what kind of person am I?"
The sudden surge of curiosity drove Sigma to ask the shadows.
Sigma rarely thinks about what kind of person he is.
Not only is he uninterested in worldly affairs, he is also uninterested in himself.
He doesn't even know his exact age.
Many people looked at Sigma's appearance and thought he was between fifteen and twenty years old. But in fact, a few years ago, he felt that his body had stopped growing and aging.
The employer joked: "When you were a young soldier, your body was played too much by magicians. Your life span may be much shorter than that of ordinary people, right? It's probably because you have a long youth, but you will suddenly age when you are about to die.
Let’s die in peace.”
Although it sounds like nonsense, I'm afraid what the employer said is true.
But that's not important.
Because Sigma knew very well that his career would allow his probability of dying to be infinitely close to zero.
However, he now begins to care about what kind of person he is.
Sigma does not believe in gods and Buddhas.
It wasn't until he participated in the Holy Grail War that he understood that there was a "power" in this world that was out of his reach. Of course, he only understood it, and he had no intention of believing in that "power".
For some reason, Sigma wanted to know what that huge power would say about him. Only this incident gave him a different curiosity than usual.
Is it garbage? Or will it be treated like air?
Sigma felt that even if he was judged as a person who had no value in living, there was nothing he could do about it.
However, Sigma has no intention of obeying his words, and he will not die obediently if the other party asks him to die. But if the other party says "you have no meaning in existence", then Sigma now cannot list sufficient reasons to refute the other party.
Just as Sigma was thinking about this, the shadow turned back into a "child with a snake staff" and shook his head in embarrassment.
"Sorry, the watcher cannot see through everything in the past. He can only observe from the moment he is summoned. Therefore, the watcher's judgment is that you are still nobody."
"It's not 'return', I won't be anyone else in the future."
"It's hard to say. You can become anyone. If you get the Holy Grail, you might be able to gain power comparable to a heroic spirit."
The universal wishing machine, the Holy Grail——
Sigma thought again, what would happen if he really got it.
However, he still had no desire for such exaggerated things.
"If I get the Holy Grail...can I have a little bit of the dreams of ordinary people? Of course, I don't mean dreams when I sleep at night, but majestic dreams."
After hearing Sigma's incoherent explanation, the child holding the snake staff nodded and replied in a bright voice: "Ah, very good! Yes, as long as you can get the Holy Grail, you will definitely have a dream, just like the Watcher
Always monitoring reality."
"The ability to monitor every move in the city... If ordinary servants get this power, the Holy Grail War should soon determine the winner."
The "Captain" showed a ferocious smile and said: "You're right, boy! You finally discovered it. Ah, by the way, if your ability is known to other participants, the Holy Grail War will first become a war for you.
Bar!"
"Ah?" Sigma frowned slightly at first, and then after thinking about it, he realized that what the "captain" said was very reasonable, "I see, now I am just like a supply of supplies."
"Boy, you are a valuable material that can be sent to the center of the battlefield, and you are unique. The war for you must be very fierce."
"I don't care about that, as long as I don't get involved and lose my life."
Although Sigma has no dreams, he is afraid of pain, does not want to die, and does not want to starve.
He began to think about what he should do in order to satisfy these most basic desires.
At this time, the young man with wings on his back said with a gentle smile: "All you need to do is become stronger. You won't be implicated by others, but you have the ability to implicate others."
"Stop talking nonsense, even my employer is a magician beyond common sense."
"Just overcome the obstacles. The Watcher will give you a series of inhumane trials. As long as you overcome them, you will become a person bit by bit and no longer an ordinary 'magic user'."
Sigma thought about what the winged boy said with an expressionless expression——
Then he raised objections to Shadow's words for the first time.
This is also a small step forward to show his will to escape death.
"I am not 'Magic User A', nor am I 'Soldier A'. I am... Sigma." ()