The magicians felt this kind of aura for the first time, and they all understood one thing: the young man standing in front of them was not a magician. However, the young man was not a monster or a doll. His body and mind were completely intact.
That's human beings.
Instinct told the magicians that the boy was different from what they saw "ahead".
They never understood what the young man named Frater Eskaldes was looking at.
Although the Berserker felt it during the past few days of getting along, he did not say it out loud because he knew that Flatt was not the kind of person who could be divided into good and evil.
As if to prove the berserker's idea, Flatt continued in a tone without any kindness or malice:
"To kill them casually, wouldn't it be pitiful and wasteful?"
The magicians tensed up with fear.
Only the Berserker noticed that when Flatt said this, a look similar to loneliness appeared on his face.
——At this moment, there are still 20 hours left before Bennett releases the Noble Phantasm.
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Meanwhile, the alleys of downtown Snowfield.
"Human beings are really careless about life now. It looks very pitiful."
In an alley slightly far away from the high-rise buildings, although there were still some pedestrians before dawn, the security was obviously not good at all. Filia - to be precise, it was "someone" attached to Filia.
"Grow something" stood in the alley and murmured his thoughts in a low voice.
"Is it hasty?" Filia responded to a female magician who was following her, looking timid.
Seeing that the other party was cautious, Filia shrugged easily and continued: "Yes, should we say that they are careless, or are they in a hurry to reincarnate? It is indeed good to immerse themselves in fleeting happiness, but since there is this
Opportunity, why not fully enjoy this moment?"
Filia looked at the drunken and noisy men, as well as the ferocious gangsters who were very suitable for this alley.
"That man is inhaling strange herbal smoke into his body, and the one over there is smelling of blood. It doesn't matter if he is drunk to death decadently, but since he is going to die, he should die more beautifully."
Filia's dress is particularly eye-catching in this alley.
She has long transparent silver-white hair, and a pair of bright red eyes sparkling against the snow-white skin.
That extraordinarily perfect face seemed to have been carved artificially. Now, under the influence of "something", it is revealing the brilliance of humanity along with vivid emotions.
"Hey, little girls, it's so late to come to a place like this..."
"Don't block the road. Seeing that you didn't say any dirty words, I will forgive you this time and disappear or die."
Since entering this alley, Filia has been accosted by the gangsters several times. But Filia just looked at the gangsters and made them fall to the ground, foaming at the mouth.
The girl magician walking behind her understood why they fell.
Because Filia condensed the too strong magic power in her body to a level that even ordinary people without magic circuits could perceive, causing a strong shock to the brains of the gangsters.
"Internal magic power (Od), external magic power (Mana), or a principle that is different from these two concepts?"
The torrent of magic power swirling around the opponent shrouded the girl magician's heart in fear.
The young magician could feel the huge magic power surrounding Filia, but what really frightened her was that the magic power stayed within a radius of about three meters with Filia as the center, forming a semicircular magic shield.
.
To be more specific, the magic shield did not leak any magic power. The magic energy, with Filia as its core, was constantly circulating like a small planet model.
The man in front of me is not a magician.
She is the Einzbern cyborg Filia. Although the girl knew her identity through intelligence in advance, she only retains that appearance. What is inside is neither a cyborg nor a magician, and she is not even the same as an ordinary person.
The heroic spirits are also different.
Facing this completely unknown thing, the girl magician couldn't help but feel timid. "Something" wearing the appearance of Filia said to her: "You are the same, Harley. Although the magic of self-sacrifice did not exist in my time.
It’s not uncommon, but at least you have to sacrifice it happily, otherwise others will feel heartbroken when they see it.”
Hearing Filia's words, the young magician Harley felt like her heart was being seen through, and her body couldn't help but tremble.
Harley Bolzak——
A lone magician who does not belong to the Clock Tower, but her skills in black magic (Witchcraft) are top-notch. For a certain purpose, she used magic means to enter the United States of America, and was later taken in by Francesca.
Black magic is accompanied by sacrifice. And Harley is a heretic. She uses her own flesh and blood as a living sacrifice and has never cursed anyone to death. Therefore, she is best at using "curse backlash". However, her magician qualifications are still quite high.
of that batch.
Although she was an excellent magician and was proud of her use of magic, she developed an extremely strong hatred for the "magic world" because of something.
In order to destroy the magic world, Harley accepted the deal proposed by Francesca. If she successfully obtained the Holy Grail, she would use the power of the Holy Grail to invalidate all the concealment work intentionally done by the magic world.
In this way, the general public will be aware of the existence of magic, and the mystery of magic will be weakened, which will make magicians far away from the "roots", and even the concept of magic may disappear from the world.
With these thoughts in mind, Harley participated in the Holy Grail War - but the summoned Berserker attacked her, causing her to be seriously injured and on the verge of death. At this moment, Harley was possessed by Filia.
He was saved by "something". It was such a wonderful fate that Harry walked into an alley with poor security before dawn.
Excellent magicians are not afraid of one or two gangsters at all. If they are high-level magicians such as Clock Tower "Dian Wei" and "Color Bit" and have specialized combat abilities, they will not be able to deal with a gang of thugs or an ordinary small army.
By the way, as for the very small number of magicians who have enhanced their combat skills to the highest level, as long as they use strategies and tactics appropriately, they can even single-handedly challenge the army of a small country.
Although Harley is an excellent magician, she is not suitable for directly participating in battles. If she uses a familiar, she can drive away hundreds of gangsters. But if someone suddenly stabs her with a dagger from behind and injures her vital parts, then even if
The magic mark has a restorative function, and she has to face death.
Therefore, for Harley, the servant is both her shield and her spear. But the summoned heroic spirit is a mad warrior who has lost his mind. She has no idea how far the other party can obey her orders.
But... Harley looked at Filia. "Something" in the artificial human body easily subdued the berserker. In Harley's view, she was like dealing with a puppy.
With Filia's intervention, Harley officially concluded a contract with the Berserker, but Harley still could not regard the Berserker she summoned as her servant.
Harley moved her gaze to the top of her head and looked at the "it" following them - the robot heroic spirit seemed to be a fusion of a robot spider and a lion, exuding a strange aura. It did not become a spirit, but was like a spirit.
Like a giant spider that only appears in movies, it was crawling on the wall of the building.
Not only could no magic power be felt from the mechanical doll, but no sound could be heard, so people in the building were not seen panicking.
Seeing Harley's surprised expression, Filia proudly told her: "Don't worry, I have completely blocked its breath and figure. Only you and I can see it."
Although Filia said it very lightly, Harley understood how much ability it took to achieve this level, and she once again felt afraid of the person in front of her.
A whole day has passed since meeting Filia, and Harley still doesn't know her identity and purpose.
The injury that Harley suffered when summoning the berserker has been cured by Filia. However, in order to make up for the lost ritual, repair the damaged magic circuit, and most importantly, to collect the surrounding intelligence, Harley has been hiding behind her own magic.
In the workshop.
Filia went somewhere unknown and disappeared until midnight before returning. She muttered, "Out of curiosity, I traveled to many countries in one day yesterday...I found that although the world has become more beautiful, it is also very boring. But with
Compared to my time, there are many things worthy of praise." He grabbed Harley's hand and forced her outside.
Harley has never known how to resist others, so she has been unable to speak, but finally she mustered up the courage to ask: "Excuse me...where are we going?"
"Do you even need to ask? Of course, I'm going to the other servants." "Eh?"
Harley was stunned for a moment.
Seeing this, Filia tilted her head in disbelief and said, "Didn't you participate in this Holy Grail War? I just want to help you a little and let you win. This is consistent with my purpose."
"Could it be...that you want to break into other masters' base?"
"Yes, there is a row of workshops right in front of here. They are quite big but a little dirty. To be honest, I don't want to go near a place full of smoky smell."
"That thing" in Filia's body sighed softly, looked up at the slightly white sky, and said to herself:
"But I can't stand the mess in my yard... I need to clean it up quickly."
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At the same time, the police station.
Orlando, the man who leads the Snowfield Police Force, has cut off the sharing of feelings with his servant, the Warlock.
Because he felt that there was no reconnaissance work for the servants to do, and there was no need to tell the servants the information.
Although this way, Orlando could not see the spiritual world and past memories of the servants through dreams, but he did not think it was necessary.
The "fake" magician summoned by Orlando - Alexandre Dumas (Alexander Dumas) is now in a place far away from the police station making a Noble Phantasm, or tampering with it. Since the two of them have not shared feelings, they cannot use it.
Telepathy and communication basically rely on telephone calls.
It has been almost a day since the stalker's attack. The police camp headed by Orlando finally readjusted their position, but fell into new chaos.
The police received news that "diseases spread among animals" and "mental illnesses that suddenly started shouting that they could not leave the city" were occurring in the city. As police officers who maintain public order and as the party behind the Holy Grail War, they are
Try your best to sort out the information collected from these two aspects.
At this moment, Orlando's cell phone rang with a call from Alexandre Dumas.
"Hey, brother! You answered the call very quickly! Are you staying up late?"
"Well, I haven't had a good night's sleep since I summoned you."
"Haha! If you have time to ridicule me, you might as well summon Hippolyte Duran. He is very capable. After all, he built my house! You should have heard of the name 'Castle of the Count of Monte Cristo'"
Is it okay? However, it already belongs to someone else."
"Of course I've heard of it. It's now a museum commemorating you."
It was a mansion built on the Île-de-France. It was so luxurious that people could mistake it for a small castle. It was built by Alexandre Dumas at his peak. It can be said that this luxurious house overlooking the Seine Valley symbolizes Alexandre Dumas's life.
peak.
"Yes, I was shocked after checking it out. The home I sold when I was penniless was actually transformed into my memorial hall, and it is still preserved to this day!"
"You have to thank the fans who have loved your works for generations."
"You're right. But I didn't expect that they would even hang up my mistress's portrait. Now, whether it's the work, the house, or my mistress, none of it belongs to me. Anyway, it doesn't matter if it can make people who like that place happy.
Let’s build that house in vain.”
"The work and the house are fine, but mistresses are not recommended in modern values."
The warlock turned a deaf ear to Orlando's ridicule and continued: "The key point is the writing room built near the house... People around him call it 'Castle d'If.' Although it is a bit excessive to regard the room where the author writes in seclusion as a prison island.
, but thanks to this writing room, my writing efficiency has improved so much."
"You don't want to travel back and forth between France and this city, do you?"
"Really, I've been dead for more than 130 years, but I didn't expect that people haven't even invented a machine that can move instantly."
"Teleport from here to France - that's not magic at all, but the realm of magic." After saying that, Orlando thought for a while and asked, "But you will name your home 'The Castle of the Count of Monte Cristo'. Look.
You are really satisfied with that work. Or was it the people around you who called that name first?"
"Who knows, maybe I called it that because I wanted to ridicule someone, but no one came to me to complain during my lifetime. Forget it, this kind of thing is not important, right?"
Seeing Dumas change the subject in a very rare and abrupt manner, Orlando reluctantly acquiesced. Because he also felt that as an intermission chat, they chatted for a long time.
"Then what? Why did you call me specifically?"
"Ah, yes, didn't that vampire destroy several people's Noble Phantasms? I figured out how to repair them."
"This is really good news. I will let people do what I usually do..."
"Stop it. I don't need anyone to run errands, but I'd like to hire a few people from you."
Hearing Dumas' words, Orlando frowned and asked: "Listen to your tone...you don't want a woman as usual, do you?"
"Well. I want you to bring the selected police team - Clan Calatin - to me. Not everyone needs to come, but I want the kind of people who have a firm determination to live. Ah,
Count the people whose precious phantoms were destroyed, including the little brother whose right hand was eaten."
"..."
The Servant's proposal made Orlando hesitate. Although the members of the Twenty-Eight Monsters also knew the existence of Alexandre Dumas, he could not immediately judge whether it was a good thing for the two parties to meet directly.
A few days ago, Orlando would not have allowed Dumas to meet with his men unless necessary, and Dumas had no special intention of meeting them.
But judging from the current situation, some changes are indeed needed.
"I heard... you don't need to meet the user directly to make a Noble Phantasm?"
"Yeah. Meeting the user will not make the Noble Phantasm stronger. Ordinary humans and Noble Phantasms are not compatible. It is not my job to adjust the feel of the weapon."
Not only did Alexandre Dumas answer quite simply, but he also took the initiative to reveal the answer before Orlando asked "Why?": "I am just an audience this time, and the minimal help I provide you is considered as my ticket price for watching the play.
"
"ah?"
"It's just that since I am an audience member, I have to act like an audience member. When I see the actor in the photo, I have to buy one or two bouquets of flowers to show my support for him."
What Alexandre Dumas said made Orlando think for a moment. Orlando let out a long sigh first, and after being silent for a few seconds, he said with determination: "Okay. But before the identity of the magician, they first are
My important subordinates. You must promise me that you will never mess with their magic circuits and spirits."
"I'm not a magician like Eliphas Livy and Paracelsus. Do you think I have that ability?"
"Whether Elifas is an official magician recognized by the Magic Association is still open to question... but being able to give 'inheritance' to a weapon with the qualities of a Noble Phantasm, thereby generating a Noble Phantasm - this is not something that an incompetent person can do.
"Okay, I may affect their destiny. But don't worry about this little thing. I will try my best to change their destiny in a good direction."
Orlando wanted to give some advice to the shameless Alexandre Dumas, but in the end he swallowed his words and ended the phone call hastily.
"Sorry, I have a little problem here. You can tell me later when to let my subordinates come over."
"Haha! You really don't even have time to rest! Brother, prepare your stomach medicine! Speaking of which, there are really many types of modern stomach medicine, which is so interesting! Remember to take care of your stomach, bye!"
After hanging up the phone, Orlando looked aside. There stood a member of Twenty-Eight Monsters, who was also his secretary, handing him a report.
Orlando nodded silently and read the report again.
The content of the report is that the Einzbern family's artificial man has appeared in the city and is acting together with a magician brought by Francesca - the master of the true servants.
What concerned him more was where the two of them were going.
Orlando had heard about the masters arranged by Francesca and Faldius beforehand, and they participated in the Holy Grail War as pawns of their own camp.
Khasura, who planned to summon the Swordsman, was killed by the Rogue.
The magician mercenary Sigma only communicates with Faldius.
The little princess of the Lusendra family, Doris Lusandra, was not caught by the police surveillance network. This family is proficient in enhanced magic, and it is said that they have even abandoned the concept of human beings.
Therefore, Harley's traces have become an extremely precious result. However, the situation is not optimistic when she is with Einzbern's artificial man.
Was she brainwashed or coerced? No, thinking about Harley Bolzak's background, she might have made some kind of deal to switch sides. Harley is not a very powerful magician.
There is nothing wrong with being vigilant. But in this regard, besides her, there are other people who need to be vigilant, so Orlando and the others have already formulated several countermeasures.
So, the question is locked on one point - what kind of heroic spirit did Harley summon?
Although the "higher ups" will inform Orlando about the master's information, they will not also notify who summoned what heroic spirit. In the eyes of the higher-ups, the twenty-eight monsters are considered abandoned.
However, among the masters participating in this Holy Grail War, Orlando still knows clearly where the base of magicians who need to be constantly vigilant is.
According to his speculation, the destination where Harley and the Einzbern androids were going was the base of a certain magician.
"Industrial Park...Are they going to find the demons of the Scladio family?"
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Bazdilot Cotilio consciously refuses to dream.
He gave himself hints to put his body and brain into light sleep and deep sleep respectively. He only needed to take a nap for a few minutes at a time, and he could be active for a long time.
This short-term sleep that utilizes the dismantling of consciousness is one of the simple magic tricks widely used among magicians. It is also a means to ensure that when an enemy appears, one can act immediately as soon as he wakes up.
However, dismantling consciousness is equivalent to committing suicide, and only a handful of people often use this method.
I heard that in addition to this method, many magicians and mercenaries in the world also use various other sleep techniques. But Bazdilot himself hates dreaming, so he doesn't like light sleep (rapid eye movement sleep).
.
Because of this, Bazdilot felt strange.
At a certain moment, he suddenly realized that he was dreaming.
Surrounded by a sea dyed golden by the setting sun.
The huge ship split two white waves and moved slowly on the sea, and he was sitting on this ship.
Bazdilot soon understood: this was not a dream, but a phenomenon of memory sharing, composed of magic power and another person's information.
The line of sight was also much higher than usual, and Bazdilot had to lower his head to see the blond man in front of him.
With an arrogant smile on his lips, the man said:
"Why am I not afraid of you? Do you even need to ask? Of course it's because I am a sage and have wisdom beyond God."
Bazdilot believes that this is the memory of Alcides, the servant who received his magic power.
After calming down and observing, Bazdilot discovered that the blond man seemed to be speaking the language of the ancient Aegean Sea. But he didn't know whether it was because the heroic spirit had accepted the modern knowledge given by the world, or was influenced by the master's magical connection.
In Bazdilot's mind, those languages became the languages he usually used.
The owner of the memory—or the container named Alcides—is standing on a ship. Its luxury does not seem to be something that can be created by ancient technology. In addition, there are several figures around it.
Although Bazdilot was seeing other people's memories now, he could still feel that the people around him were exuding amazing magic power. He thought that if he were an ordinary person, just sharing such memories would cause mental damage.
.
"Human beings are basically brainless. The king is the leader of idiots chosen from idiots. That's why the country has been unable to unify, wars have broken out one after another, and people continue to starve. Therefore, humans like me must
To gain strength and honor."
However, in terms of "power", the blond man giving a speech in front of him is no better than the people around him.
Although he seemed to be blessed by something, after further analysis after increasing his sensory sensitivity, he felt that the magic on him was like the magic of the ship itself.
"Those guys who are afraid of you are also hopeless idiots. Because of this, they cannot understand you as a monster. They clearly don't understand you, but they want to use you, so they praise you as a hero while trembling with fear.
While praising you, you are really a group of inferior creatures. Do you know that there is a group of ignorant guys, right? They not only sacrifice to the messengers of God, but even man-eating wolves that are not even monsters, they will offer living sacrifices flatteringly.
.In my opinion, there is no difference between these two types of people."
The man said these words in a loud voice, and the feeling was more like a belief that his words were the only truth and "as it should be" than being narcissistic.
The reactions of the people around him varied. Some nodded with bright eyes, while others smiled bitterly with expressions like "It's starting again." As for the female archer standing at the bow, she exuded a beast-like aura.
, casting a suspicious look at the blond man, as if looking at something strange.
I don’t know if the man didn’t feel these gazes, or if he did feel them, he didn’t want to pay attention to them. I just heard him continue:
"My country is very different from the country I founded. I will let all citizens receive education, build a school more luxurious than that stable, and teach my knowledge to thousands of people. Everyone can read and write, and everyone can read and write.
No one will be deceived by profiteers. But even so, they probably can't reach my level, so I can only make up for their shortcomings."
——What a talkative man.
Bazdilot was not impressed by the man's speech.
The real listener, Alcides, remained silent as the other person continued to talk.
"It doesn't matter, I am going to be the king, so I have been mentally prepared for this level of labor. As long as everyone obeys my orders honestly, I will give everyone corresponding rewards and a prosperous country, a
A country that makes people feel at ease. In this country... listen, in this country, no one will be afraid of you!"
Alcides was about to say something, but was interrupted by the blond man.
He opened his arms, as if to express that his words represented the will of the world, and said categorically:
"Because everyone understands that you are my subordinate, my friend, and my possessions."
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Just then, Bazdilot woke up.
He looked around and saw that the magic workshop built underneath the meat processing factory was still as simple and shabby as usual.
Bazdilot first made sure that he was still sitting on the chair, then took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time. Exactly five minutes had passed since he fell asleep.
He was silent for a moment, recalling the scene he had just seen, and then slowly said the result of his inference: "It turns out that man is the captain of the Argonaut."
As soon as he finished speaking, part of the magic workshop began to shake, and the thick magic power condensed into a human shape.
Alcides released his spirit state and asked Master Bazdilot: "What do you mean by this?"
"Maybe because our magic channels are connected, I was invaded by your memory. I saw a self-respecting boy on a ship talking endlessly, talking about the Utopia and other nonsense.
"
Bazdilot spoke openly about what he saw and heard, and expressed his feelings about it frankly.
Hearing this, Alcides was silent for a while, then laughed softly, shook his head as if he was nostalgic for the distant past, and said: "Utopia... who would talk such nonsense on the ship must be that boy.
"
"A boring man. Now he's just a fool who doesn't know what he's capable of. He'll only be used by people like us until there's no bones left and then thrown away. Why would a great hero like you be on that kind of man's ship?
Become a crew member?"
In a calm tone, Bazdilot expressed his evaluation and doubts about the captain of the Argonaut.
Alcides answered without thinking: "That man is the embodiment of stupidity. He embodies all the weakness and distortion of human beings. And even when facing his companions, he often says, 'I am the only one who can make the most use of you.
', Atalanta has always treated him with a cold shoulder."
Atalanta, the legendary huntress who sailed on the Argonauts with Alcides. Hearing her name, Bazdilot speculated that she should be the female archer who appeared in the scene just now.
"But that man told the same dream equally to me, who was regarded as a monster, to the queen of Lemnos, and even to the seaside monster who could understand human language. His goal
Not a god, but a king. No, maybe in his heart, there is no difference between the two."
Although Alcides' words were excessive, they were not meant to be insulting.
"This pathetic man has even forgotten the teachings of our common teacher, Chiron, and is only trying to satisfy his own desires. However, his stupid dream is not false."
Alcides told the story of the captain of the Argonaut, as if he were recounting a dream he had had.
"Among the human beings I have met, this man covered in mud, water and desire is the most humane. What can defeat me is not the curse sent down by God or the fire of thunder, but the destruction of my soul by that kind of human
When burned by endless greed."
"From your tone, this seems to be your expectation."
"Of course, but I want to achieve revenge first."
Then, Alcides talked about the glorious ship he was aboard - the Argonauts.
"That ship is the real devil's cave. There is a bright light on the surface, but inside it is filled with destruction, desire, betrayal and other sins of mankind. Including the captain, there must be no one on that ship who can't kill me.
.vice versa."
"You seem to have a special affection for that ship."
Hearing this slightly sarcastic remark from the other party without any expression, Alcides told the story of the captain's fate without comment.
"I heard that the man lost everything in the end and was smashed into a pulp by the wreckage of the ship that shared the same joys and sorrows with him... Perhaps this was the only sincere mercy given by that capricious ship."
Alcides' expression of deep emotion surprised Bazdilot.
"I didn't expect him to talk so much, but I don't think he is a man who likes to talk about the past..."
Alcides held the bow and tapped it lightly on the floor.
Sharp blows sounded from the ground, and Alcides' murderous intent burst out of the air. The air in the workshop immediately turned cold and the earthquake trembled violently.
"I just said all this to express my thoughts to you fairly. Because I don't want to be slandered and said that I am like those lawless people who claim to be gods, killing people unreasonably."
"...What do you want to say?"
Even though he was exposed to Alcides' murderous intent, Bazdilot still did not waver.
If it were an ordinary person, under this kind of pressure, the body would surely collapse before the spirit. Alcides lowered his voice and gave a "loyal word" to the master: "Although he is a fool, arrogant, overestimating his capabilities, and has no power,
He can be saved by medicine...but he is also my friend. You have never been on that ship, and I will not allow you to despise him so nonchalantly."
This was a direct intimidation. Bazdilot believed that if he dared to say a word that looked down upon the captain again, Alcides would attack him mercilessly.
"That's it, I understand. I won't apologize, but I can promise you that I will never bring up this topic again."
After a brief silence, Alcides suppressed his murderous aura and turned his back to Bazdilot.
Looking at Alcides' back, Bazdilot understood why that meaningless dialogue scene flowed into his consciousness through the magic channel.
Because on that ship, the man named Alcides was not treated as a "son of god", but as a "human being". For him, it was a rare time.
The only other time he was seen as human was probably in his childhood, or when he was with his wife and children who were destined to die.
The traces of the human being "Alcides" emerged and accumulated like stepping stones, and he became what he is today.
What a twisted story.
The culprit who twisted the other party - Bazdilot thought so, with neither sympathy nor contempt in his heart. In order to make better use of the other party in the future, he kept the conversation in his mind.
In other words, is that captain really a hero?
Bazdilot slightly raised his opinion of the blond man and thought about his future plans. At this moment, the communication device in the workshop transmitted a message from the above-ground branch of the meat processing plant.
"What's wrong?" Bazdilot asked coldly.
The subordinate on the first floor, who was also a magician, responded in a voice that sounded like a scream: "It's Einzbern! Einzbern's artificial man is here."
The men's words stopped abruptly. A strong noise was heard immediately, and the call was interrupted after hearing a sound that sounded like a person falling to the ground.
Bazdilot stood up without saying a word and looked at the stairs leading to the ground.
Alcides also noticed something was wrong. He held his bow and whispered: "There is only one breath, but there seems to be something else."
Is this a hero's intuition or something similar to the mind's eye?
Alcides believed that the faint aura he sensed was not the same person who brought down Bazdilot's men.
Soon, his idea was proved——
"Click, click..." The footsteps of two people slowly came down from upstairs.
A few seconds later, a woman made a human first appeared in the workshop. Her snow-white skin and long silver hair were very eye-catching. Then a girl who was suspected of being a magician appeared next, as if she was trying to hide behind the woman made a human.
He curled up behind his back.
At this moment, Bazdilot and Alcides finally understood that the reason why they did not sense the aura of the Einzbern homunculus was because she allowed magic to circulate around her.
The magic shield was formed by strong magic power, with a radius of several meters. Seeing this, Alcides silently held the bow, while Bazdilot asked calmly: "Einzbern's doll,
What brings you here?"
Contrary to Bazdilot, who had almost no emotions, the face of the female creature showed a happy look, and replied with a soft smile: "Oh, why do you look like you are covered in mud... You are no longer a
Human beings.
"Then...even if I kill you and that twisted heroic spirit, it won't matter, right?"××
That dim world is full of rich forest atmosphere.
Several huge cedar trees as tall as tall buildings towered into the clouds, as if they were not allowing new shoots to breathe, covering the vast land with dark branches and leaves.
In this darkness, a darker shadow was pushed down.
Although its appearance has a deep earth-like color, its interior is full of powerful magic and the brilliance of life.
The soil squirmed like slime mold, and various "languages" were repeated inside.
To be precise, it is not even a language, but a collection of "wills" that are allowing the newly born earth soul to remember what it is.
- Pierced and then sutured.
——You are the spear that penetrates everything, the wedge that stitches together the world.
——You have the qualifications to become a perfect doll, and you also have this obligation.
——You are what we put in order to restrain the arrogance on earth. You are our first and last mercy.
——Let the human race remember their own responsibilities. And you are the one who leads them.
- Pierced and then sutured.
——But you must learn first.
——You need to know.
——What is human beings?
——In the Forest of Enlil, Utu created the "perfect human being". ——Look, say it, and then imitate the shape.
——Afterwards, Ninurta will give you strength.
——Before being thrown into the Forest of Uruk, you must coexist with the "people" raised by Utu.
——Become a perfect doll.
——You are the clod that imitates all life.
——Go talk to humans.
- Pierced and then sutured.
Countless words passed from the world into the core of the clod.
The clod just stayed quietly in the shadow of the forest, obeying the command of the words and constantly searching - he must understand human beings and see the "perfect human beings" raised by Utu.
Soon, the air in the forest became extremely cold - "that thing" suddenly appeared in front of the clod of soil.
The "words" echoing inside the clod became more and more excited. The clod's instinct told it that this was the "perfect human being".
The clod has no gender and simply exists in the forest. At this moment, it realizes "that thing"——
Emitting endless complaints, as if hating everything in the world forever.
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In the forest.
"What's wrong? You seem to have been talking in your sleep?" Enkidu asked the silver wolf as its master, gently stroking its back.
The silver wolf slowly opened its eyes. After seeing the familiar forest around it, it seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and rubbed its head against Enkidu.
After hearing the silver wolf bark a few times, Enkidu's face darkened slightly, and he said with a tone of regret from the bottom of his heart: "Really... That must be a memory from before I was born. I'm sorry for letting you have it."
A terrible experience.”
After saying that, Enkidu closed his eyes quietly. For him now, the events of that era have long become a distant past.
As he recalled, he whispered as if talking to himself.
"Whether Utu or the other gods...except for Ishtar and Ereshkigal, they all firmly believe that 'she' is a 'perfect human being'. No...if you meet 'her'
After that, I didn’t know Sanhant and Gill, maybe I would have believed so much.”
Seeing Enkidu's sad eyes, Silver Wolf gave a gentle cry, as if to comfort him.
Enkidu smiled at the silver wolf, then looked up at the starry sky that was slightly different from that of the past, and spoke of the future of the "gods".
"Perhaps from that moment on, I was destined to say goodbye to the people of Babylonia."
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The top floor of the hotel Crystal Hill.
"Well...this level is far inferior to the king's room in Uruk."
"Really... I think this place is beautiful enough." Tini Cherk sighed in surprise, but her servant, the Hero King Gilgamesh, asserted somewhat unhappily: "Of course, this
However, every piece of furniture taken out from my treasure house is of the highest quality. However, the atmosphere of this era is not worthy of my treasures. Moreover, this room is too small for such a small amount.
Furniture cannot express the splendor and splendor of Uruk."
Gilgamesh looked around the royal suite, expressing his dissatisfaction, but in fact the room was completely different from what it had been a few hours ago.
Although the glass windows in the room were smashed due to Alcides' attack, this is the most advanced room in Snowfield after all, and both the furniture and the beds are of first-class quality. Tini usually lives in the desert
In a remote village, so for her, this royal suite can be called another world. However -
In the evening, Gilgamesh told the story of the construction of the walls of Uruk. He started to talk about how the city of Uruk was completed, and then suddenly said that he wanted to change the appearance of the room.
He seemed to suspect that Tini and others were still ignorant of the beauty of Uruk, so he ordered Tini's group of men in black to "move all the furniture to the corridor." After that, he took out Babylon from the treasure house
Various ornaments from the Nian Era.
Tiny was shocked by the beautiful objects.
The carpet gave people the illusion of walking on clouds, the dining table seemed to be carved from stone, and the tableware placed on it exuded a light she had never seen before.
Even the countless gold decorations that would be ridiculed as "tasteless" if not done properly are designed to be extremely harmonious with the surrounding atmosphere, with a simple beauty, as if they were condensed from a wheat field dyed golden yellow.
Made.
One of the men in black originally thought that "the King of Heroes' usual armor is the shiniest," but thought that if he said this, he would probably die, so he swallowed it back in a cold sweat.
And those lapis lazuli stones, although they are not rare among gems, Tini felt that what she took out from the King of Heroes' treasury was different from what she had seen before.
The surface of the stone is wrapped in transparent blue, emitting a light reminiscent of white waves, making people feel as if there is a real sea hidden in the stone.
As long as the stone is broken, the sea will rush out and stars and life will be born - if Gilgamesh said this, Tini would probably take it seriously without even thinking about it.
Even though there were huge gems of such beauty in the room, Gilgamesh still expressed his displeasure as "not enough."
"We should start with the most basic palace... no, let's start with the entire city. What do you think, Tini?"
"If such a city were built, we who are not the people of Uruk would be in awe and dare not move around."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Whether you can stand on the road or not has nothing to do with whether you are a member of the Uruk people." Gilgamesh denied Tini's statement and lowered his head to look at her, "In my opinion, everyone
They are all equal bastards. The distinction between high and low birth is not even as thick as a gold leaf. The people of Uruk that I recognize are the people who use their own will to open up the wilderness."
After saying this, he seemed to think of the people of Uruk, and his expression softened slightly, and he continued: "There is also a bastard who revived the country. She went from being a tavern daughter to a chief priest, and she actually dared to
Yelled angrily at me. Although her belief in the goddess of recklessness (Ishtar) is very confusing to me, but according to my people, her way of existence is considered qualified."
"There are people like that..."
"Not just her, everyone in Uruk is working hard to survive, but it is not a kind of pain. People who trust and respect me, but there are no villains who only want to please and flatter me. With this kind of mentality
All the people will die in the wilderness, and there is no need for me to examine them. The era in which the people of Uruk lived was such an era."
Having said this, Gilgamesh bathed in the morning sun shining from the window and turned his gaze to Tiny.
Tini never closed her eyes, probably using special magic to cheer herself up. Gilgamesh said with a slight displeasure: "I will allow you to go to bed. Since you are born as a human being, you should naturally follow your instincts."
As if he saw what kind of spell Tini had used, Gilgamesh spoke words of comfort to his subordinate.
"But... but Wang! You haven't slept yet and have been working. How can I sleep with my head covered?"
"Then I will order you to rest as a king. Even if it is an unimportant subordinate, I will not let her die of overwork. This will damage my reputation."
Even though the words came to this, Tini was still hesitant. Gilgamesh calmed his expression and said: "I should have said that it is your freedom to dedicate your body and mind to me, but I do not need to be immature.
soul."
"No... I'm very sorry!"
Tini thanked her again and again before heading to the dormitory. Gilgamesh watched her disappear into the dormitory, and then turned his attention to several men in black in the room.
Seeing the King of Heroes, who usually treated them as if they didn't exist, suddenly looking at them, the people in black couldn't help but become nervous.
"You have worked hard too. Serving such an immature little girl must be a hard job, right?"
"How...how could it be possible? We have never had..."
Gilgamesh looked at the first man who smiled apologetically and narrowed his eyes.
Another mouse.
As a hero, as a tyrant, as a wise king, and as a heroic spirit, Gilgamesh has met countless humans, and he instantly recognized that this man was a "traitor". However, he did not point it out, or even
I thought about telling Tiny telepathically.
Originally I thought there were only ten mice, but it looks like there will be more in the future.
Gilgamesh sneered in his heart and shook the cup that reflected the rising sun.
Anyway, they are not the king's ministers, but Tini's subordinates. How will she punish those who have second thoughts? Or they may not notice it until someone stabs them in the back...
Bastard, if you say that you are not a child, then show your heart to me. As a king, I will slowly examine your true value.
Then, in a voice that could not be heard by anyone, he happily muttered to himself: "Bastard, if you are actually just a child, then you just need to indulge in your dreams now.
"Even if it's a nightmare, it's better than reality, right?"
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In a dream.
The morning light shining from the window made Cao Qiuchun open his eyes.
"Mr. Black, good morning!"
Her greeting made the black giant that covered the entire ceiling move happily.
Birds chirped outside the window, and cats and dogs played together in the courtyard.
"Chun, good morning, it's time to have breakfast."
When her mother opened the door, the smell of roasted bacon came from downstairs. Tsubaki showed an innocent smile and replied: "Good morning, Mom! I'll get up now!"
For people living in Snowfield, this is an ordinary scene that can be seen everywhere, but it is what Chun longs for most.
Today, ordinary daily life continues to draw the curtain.
"Everyone really went out to play somewhere!"
After breakfast, Chun took the animals out for a walk. She found that the situation on the street had changed slightly from before.
Occasionally there are vehicles passing by in the driveway, and there are also sparse people on the road.
Since Chun basically stays at home, she doesn't know anyone except her family.
Even so, when she first found no one on the street, Chun was shocked and scared. Remembering her feelings at that time, she once again thanked "Mr. Black" who was walking in the shadows.
"Mr. Hei, thank you. I was so scared and hungry at that time. Without you, I would definitely have died."
After hearing the young girl's words, the black shadow just squirmed slowly.
On a sparsely populated road, a black shadow swayed leisurely in the shadow of a telephone pole - no matter how you thought of it, it was a scene from a horror movie. But Chun had an innocent smile on her face, trusting him wholeheartedly.
Chun didn't understand why he accepted this black alien thing so easily.
Although Chun was still young, no, precisely because she was still young, she would feel fear out of instinct - but the black alien thing inexplicably made Chun feel at ease, so Chun had never been afraid of him from the beginning.
Tsubaki had never had any doubts about this, so no one would consider the close relationship between her and Sombra. Until this moment today.
"Hello, can I pet those kittens and puppies?"
Chun was startled by the sudden greeting and quickly turned her head.
I saw a strange young man standing there.
He should be older than Chun. But in the eyes of adults, both of them look like "young children."
"Um...ok!"
Although Chun was a little confused, she agreed easily.
She didn't notice that the moment the boy appeared, the black shadow - the pale knight, seemed to be wary of something, suddenly became much larger. When Chun smiled at the boy, he seemed to be relieved.
Restore to original size.
On the other side, the young man had a clear view of the black shadow's movements. So he breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the other party was off guard.
——Ah, that's great, he thinks of me as Tsubaki's companion. I can't fully read the movements of system-type servants, so I'm really nervous.
The boy was thinking as he stroked the puppy's face, and then gave Chun an innocent smile.
"Jesta."
"That is……"
"My name is Jesta Caltore, please take good care of me!"
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A certain magic workshop.
In the dim workshop, the mastermind and his followers were lying on the bed, eating snacks intimately. They had no idea that a certain girl met another child in her dream.
"Hmm...this is so delicious. Give me your share, too?"
"Eating too much will make you fat."
"I'm a heroic spirit, so I won't get fat——"
The young girl Francesca's advice was refuted by the young sorcerer-François Prelaty, who even tore open the snack bag with a proud smile.
Francesca puffed up her face and said: "It's great to be a heroic spirit, should I do it too? What if I do something awesome in Francesca's name from now on?"
Do you think I will become a heroic spirit?"
"Probably you will merge with me. Because the current you and the you who were copied here are two people, but the memories are the same, so the question of 'do you want to be a heroic spirit?' is very problematic. But it seems that there is also a person alive.
I am summoned to the special circumstances of each era.”
While Francesca was chewing Japanese Dorayaki, she was puzzled by Francois's words: "Is Artaud considered one of the special circumstances? Well, she didn't come this time anyway. Ah.
——Ah, I thought that if I could bully Alto, I could play tricks on Master and the others."
"I think the master's master will at most show a somewhat unhappy expression in the tower, and the elves will not panic because of it."
"Really... That's right. A lot of things happened in Fuyuki's Fourth Holy Grail War, but the masters didn't help in the end."
"They don't think it's necessary, and they can't go if they want to. If it's in Britain, it's still possible. After all, there is no mystery in the world that can cross the sea. Let Master and the others cross that lake. Unless the fabric of the world is peeled off
(Texture)...Huh?"
The two of them were chatting in the tone of young men and women, talking about something that was incomprehensible. There were countless monitors set up around the bed, showing the status of Francesca's magicians' strongholds in real time. Francois was there
At this time, he let out a confused sound, and the hand reaching for the snack stopped in mid-air, and his eyes fell on a monitor.
What he saw was a real-time distant view of the industrial park, where Bazdilot Cotilio's Magic Workshop was located.
In the picture, the factory chimney slowly collapsed - and in the rising dust, an unusually large alien figure appeared.
"What is that? A monster or a giant spider from the crystal cave?"
Francois sat upright on the bed and stared at the monitor with interest.
Apparently, the giant alien was engaged in a fierce battle with Alcides, causing a storm near the factory.
"There is no way the spider will get up now. It may be the British cat monster."
"It doesn't look like a cat or a dog? Did someone summon the giants or King Pict?"
Francesca suddenly spotted a familiar figure in the corner of the screen, who was trying to escape.
"Little Harley?"
Because it was a distant view, Francesca couldn't see very clearly. But the next moment, the monster-like figure moved to Harley's side, blocking all the debris rushing towards her.
Francesca realized that it was the chess pieces she prepared that caused the "monster" to make a fuss in Bazdilot's factory. Although she didn't know the reason, this alone made Francesca smile intoxicated.
, grabbed the monitor excitedly.
"No way... no way, no way! It's so awesome, little Harley is so awesome! She was just making up the numbers, but she summoned something powerful! Is it really 'that hero'? But the magic power
Isn't it too weird? Ah, my internal organs hurt like needles! Oh, I like this kind of child who is beyond my expectation! It's great! I have to give her a big hug and treat her to a meal when I find time.
Let’s have cake!”
Contrary to Francesca, who was breathing rapidly and with red cheeks, Servant Francois protested to the Master in a somewhat awkward tone.
"Hey - I can't see the screen!"
In this way, people welcomed the morning.
For the participants in the Holy Grail War, this early morning marked the beginning of the official war.
For ordinary people in Snowfield, this morning was the beginning of destruction. ()