Comprehensive: Beginning with the Killer Queen

Her beautiful long silver hair draped naturally behind her, and her amber pupils sparkled with beautiful light like gemstones.

She was a petite girl.

She looked to be only about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a black uniform skirt and a waistcoat of the same color draped over her shoulders.

Although the style of the clothes is more solemn than luxurious, if one has enough insight, one can still detect the fact that the girl is a daughter of a noble family from the details of the fabric and the gem of the same color on the red bow tie.

However, even if not, it is not difficult to understand this.

After all, although she was wearing low-key clothes suitable for traveling, the girl was full of arrogance that did not match her age.

Whether it is the raised chin that is always slightly raised, or the legs that are stretched out from the hem of the skirt, wrapped in thin black tights, and crossed together.

Under the dim light, the stockings have a faint inexplicable luster.

Such a casual and graceful movement, if performed by an older girl, might carry a mysterious charm and reverie, but for the girl at this moment, it would only be an expression of her own strong character.

The arrogance of completely ignoring the serious atmosphere in the carriage or the hidden dangers of the Magic Eye Collection Train.

This is the first impression the girl wants to convey deliberately, but if one has a deep knowledge of psychology, one can still realize that the girl’s heart may not be as strong as she appears to be from her defensive action of holding her hands in front of her chest since entering the car.

This was indeed the case. When she saw Roland, the girl's beautiful black silk feet in brown leather boots immediately changed their movements, stepped on the floor, and stood up as if she was startled.

"Roland!——Why are you here?"

Roland?

This somewhat unfamiliar name made the silent crowd look at Roland again.

Obviously, many people care more about the reason why the girl lost her composure than the girl herself.

After all, the upper class in Europe is such a small circle, and those that can be called ancient are even fewer. Therefore, almost all the guests who received the invitation knew the identity of the girl.

"Ms. Olga Marie, as the heir to the monarch, you are very disrespectful."

The woman sitting next to Olga Marie, wearing a coat without patterns, spoke softly.

Her hair was tied up behind her head and she wore a pair of tortoise-shell glasses. She was elegant, mature and steady, and seemed to be taking on the dual roles of governess and housekeeper.

"Teresa..."

The girl bit her lip unwillingly and looked at her most trusted follower and teacher. But before she could say anything, Roland, who had already judged the situation, ignited the fire in her heart again.

"Hey, long time no see, silly Mary, you are still so energetic."

"Don't give people such bad nicknames every time you meet them!"

Olga Marie looked at Roland angrily, "I have emphasized many times that I am Olga Marie, Olga Marie Yasmiret Animusphia!"

"You can even remember the layout of the Modern Magic Department, so why do you always deliberately call my name wrong?!"

The girl vented her dissatisfaction in a straightforward manner.

Although she still maintained a proud expression on her face, as an attendant who spent every day with Olga Marie, Theresa had already noticed that the girl's calves were beginning to tremble.

As the monarch of the astronomical department, Marisbury was not really a qualified father, especially when he found that his long-cherished wish was within reach. Even Olga Marie, the heir, could not devote much of his attention.

In such a family environment, and as the daughter of the monarch of the Clock Tower, Olga Marie was influenced by aristocratic families and developed a strong and self-righteous character.

Even though her character is actually quite fragile and delicate, she still tries to act strong and pretends to be worthy of a noble family.

As an heir, she had excellent qualifications. Although her astronomy family was not strong, it was still a standard monarch family. Unlike El-Melloi, her family had not fallen into decline. Therefore, even if she occasionally met other monarchs, they were very easy to talk to.

Because of this, Olga Marie was greatly frustrated when she met Roland for the first time.

Roland, who saw through the girl's character weaknesses, was almost dancing on her red line. Every time he teased her to the point of tears, he would not stop until he was satisfied.

However, the other party was not only the largest sponsor of Chaldea, but also the designated investor of the Animusphia Champion. Olga Marie had no right to refuse, let alone resist.

Thinking of this, Theresa sighed helplessly.

After discovering Roland's departure, the girl's psychological trauma had not subsided. In addition, her magic eyes that could see into the future happened to detect an omen, so she used this as an excuse to take Olga Marie out for a walk. Unexpectedly, she ran into the other party again.

"Because it's fun. I like it when people can't stand me but can't do anything to me."

Roland stated the reason bluntly.

"Besides, even if we put aside this kind of fun, bullying girls is one of my biggest hobbies."

Faced with the straight ball thrown by such a frank scumbag's declaration, Altuluchi, who lowered her head, subconsciously gritted her teeth, not to mention Olga Marie.

For Olga Marie, who grew up in a greenhouse like the Clock Tower and whose experiences were mostly about hiding malice behind a false mask, this was a magic ball that came from an unpredictable angle.

Looking at the sincere smile on Roland's face, she felt a chilling fear.

The girl instinctively took a step back, wanting to hide behind Theresa, but she was reserved because she represented her family's dignity, so she forced herself to stop and look at Roland.

Like a shy kitten, he opened his amber pupils wide and stared at Roland.

"Lord Roland, I didn't expect to meet you here. Do you have a favorite magic eye? If you need anything, the Astronomy Department is always available..."

Seeing the girl frozen in place, Theresa took the initiative to step forward and saluted Roland.

"Don't worry about me. Just focus on your own needs. It was just a casual meeting. There's no need to be so formal."

"I understand."

Theresa nodded neither humbly nor arrogantly, and even Altluchi, who was standing silently behind Roland, did not forget to greet her.

"In that case, we'll take our leave now. Once Miss has adjusted her mood, we'll come back to greet you two formally."

After taking Olga Marie's hand somewhat forcefully, Theresa pulled the girl and hurriedly walked to the other end of the carriage.

It seems that even though she was not harmed in any way, she is not completely indifferent to Roland's brutal remarks and behavior.

Roland shook his head with a look of confusion, but he didn't care. Instead, he calmly took Altluqi's arm and took her to sit down. He glanced at the other people in the car again, looking for anyone familiar.

As expected, Weber was not present here.

Although the merged world line is a mixed bag, the establishment of Chaldea still plays a relatively large role. After the end of the Fifth Holy Grail War led by Aika Sajō, it is almost inevitable that the story of the El-Melloi II Case Files will deviate.

What's more, maybe because they had known each other since the Fourth World War, in this mutually beneficial relationship like that of a good friend, Weber had already honed a very skilled way of dealing with things.

As far as Roland knew, after he returned to the Clock Tower for vacation, the other party, under the pretext of sorting out the information of the previous monarch Kenneth, devoted himself to closed-door research and even stopped the classroom classes.

He also made a public announcement that no matter who came to find or invite him, he would directly refuse.

It was as if they were trying to link Roland's appearance and the impending doomsday disaster, two completely unrelated things.

However, according to past stereotypes, this conclusion cannot be said to be unreasonable. Because the Forensic Eye was too mismatched with his own talents, combined with his experience during the Fourth World War, Waver deeply understood one thing.

As human beings, in this era of mysterious decline, it is much safer to stay on the surface of knowing that by following the process, you can get the results, rather than blindly seeking the truth.

The latter will often only bring disaster to oneself and even affect the whole world.

It was because the other party was not there, so although there were many decent magicians, Roland did not see any familiar figures.

The only thing I have some impression of is the silent figure on the other side of the table.

He was an old man of about sixty-seven years old, but he was quite strong and had a steel-like toughness.

Because of a scar that went straight across his eyebrow, he looked like a gangster. His rough, broad, calloused hands, which often held weapons, further strengthened this impression.

After noticing Roland's gaze, he stood up immediately, like a fan who had seen his idol, and he didn't seem to know where to put his hands and feet.

But he soon calmed down, walked towards Roland, and bowed respectfully.

"I am Caleb Frampton, the agent of the Holy Church."

In an instant, everyone except Roland became nervous.

The peace treaty between the Holy Church and the Magic Association is only on the surface. If they were in a land with clear division of responsibilities and supervisors, the two sides might be able to get along normally.

But in a lawless area like the Magic Eye Collection Train, whether a fight will start is just a matter of thought.

Several magicians had already put their hands in their pockets, ready to perform spells at any time, but Caleb, who had been working as an agent up to this point, noticed it but did nothing.

Whether it is the importance of guarding against attacks or explaining misunderstandings, they are far less important than the actions he must take at this moment.

"Your Majesty Roland... I never thought I could see your glory in such a blasphemous place."

"...I see. You have a very nice pair of eyes."

Roland's red eyes revealed a look of realization.

He was not surprised that he was recognized. After all, his passive ability was just to blur his presence, not to hide.

The Mystic Eyes that Caleb possesses are in no way inferior to the Twisted Mystic Eyes of Asagami Fujino, and it is a past vision that involves cause and effect, so it is not surprising that his identity can be seen.

"Compared to your brilliance, this level is nothing. After all, your existence is proof that the Lord still loves this world."

Hearing Roland's praise, Caleb clenched his fists and lowered his shoulders.

"There is no one in the world who is more suitable for this title than you."

——Walking in the world.

After seeing Caleb's defenseless appearance, some people have already taken advantage of the situation and started to plot a sinister curse.

However, after hearing this word, everyone in the car gave up their intention to attack and quickly distanced themselves as if they had agreed.

Even the gazes that were originally directed at me openly became furtive.
Occasionally, there would be a few people who were confused, and their faces would quickly change after hearing others explain the new living saint of the Cathedral Church.

There is no other reason.

Saints are of great importance to the Cathedral Church.

Maybe they would not necessarily provide help while the other party was alive, but if something happened to the other party, the church would definitely not mind revenge. After all, this would not only unite the faith, but also allow for legitimate seizure of benefits.

Furthermore, the word "saint" is basically a synonym for monster.

He is not even on the same level as modern magicians.

Most magicians don't mind doing some risk-free harm to members of the Holy Church in their pursuit of magic, but this is different from seeking death.

For a moment, except for Roland and Caleb who were talking, the carriage fell into an extremely awkward silence.

The legendary living saint suddenly landed in a place like the Mystic Eye Collection Train. As a magus, it was impossible for him to worry about his own safety.

But even though they felt uneasy in their hearts, no one dared to muster up the courage to use actions or words to explore the purpose of this contemporary saint.

Therefore, they could only wait for the train staff or a brave man to appear and break the current deadlock.

In such an atmosphere, even Olga Marie's reputation was inexplicably restored to some extent.

Originally, many people thought that her behavior was too inappropriate as the daughter of a monarch, but now it seems that the fact that she maintained such demeanor even when facing a legendary living saint is proof that she handled the situation appropriately.

squeak-

In the suffocating silence, the sound of the door opening dispelled the tense atmosphere.

Amid the gazes of the many magicians who looked at her as if she were a savior, a petite figure appeared.

It was Olga Marie, the girl they were thinking about, who had just left the carriage.

However, her face didn't look very good at the moment.

No, it was even worse than before. There was no blood at all and he looked pale as if he was too frightened.

And this performance has already hinted at many things.

The only person who could make Olga Marie retreat and leave the carriage was a monster at the level of a living saint.

In this situation, the only one who could allow her to open the carriage was naturally another monster.

"In that case, Your Majesty Roland, as a saint, what are you doing here on the Demon Eye Collection Train? Is it out of personal willfulness, or is it a declaration of war on behalf of the Holy Church?"

A strange and cold voice suddenly interrupted the conversation in the carriage.

Although she had not entered the carriage at all, she seemed to know exactly what was happening inside.

Although he was clearly using honorifics, the content of his words was sharp and vicious, and there was no hint of respect in his words.

Roland looked in the direction of the voice, and when he saw the girl clearly, his eyes couldn't help but flicker slightly.

It's just like dripping ink on white paper.

Without any unnecessary movements, she was able to suppress all the auras within her field of vision with her own strength. In Roland's eyes, she was just like a queen.

However, the fact is not different.

The queen of the clock tower when she comes to the throne is the most realistic description of the girl.

The moment the other party walked in, the magicians who had been silent under the reputation of the saint had already erupted into a greater commotion than before. Amid their whispers, Roland soon learned the origins of this lady queen.

"...Barthomero?" (End of this chapter)