A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Before that, the gods said that this was the final form of humanity that Enkidu must face, the form after completion.

To Enkidu, who was in his initial state without the existence of language, words with the power of the gods were input in the form of "feelings".

Despite this, Enkidu faced the "complete human being" and still placed his body in the roar.

As a result, Enkidu transformed into a giant clay doll-like figure in response to the voice.

If that automaton had fully adapted to that "roar" at that time - I am afraid that it would no longer be able to communicate mentally with the holy prostitute Shamhat whom I met later.

Or maybe he doesn’t regard Shamhat as a “human” at all.

There is such a huge gap between the so-called "perfect people" who met under the guidance of the gods and the people who walked on their legs in Babylonia.

In the future world, the opportunity that can easily create a bond between Enkidu and human society is——

Amid the infinite roar, the voice of a young girl floated like foam separated from the seaweed at the bottom of the water.

--"who?"

——"Is anyone there?"

When he came to his senses, little flowers were blooming around Enkidu.

God's calculus machine learns.

The stormy shouts died down like lies, and the list of faint sounds that seemed to have some meaning was echoing, although only for the short time that the flower continued to bloom.

After a long time, when Enkidu finally succeeded in understanding that sound as "language\

,"Then, the self-disciplined calculating machine knows.

That thunderous roar, although it really has no meaning as a language——

But it is an emotion called "resentment" that has been imprinted in the world in the form of a curse.

There is no end, no end, the "human beings" are just roaring continuously.

Here, for Enkidu, is the beginning of the world, offering a curse that will never end.

However, even when he understood that, Enkidu did not waver.

If this is the existence of "human beings" mentioned by the gods, it turns out that is the case, then human beings are just such an existence - just used as calculation materials, lightly recorded in their own hearts.

Wrapped in endless screams and the words of a gentle girl that occasionally surfaced - but a calculation machine that didn't even know what "gentleness" was, it only faintly accumulated learning about human beings.

Only the mission given by God continued to echo in Enkidu's empty soul.

——Talk to it, humans.

--Thread it through and sew it shut.

At the moment, it's just a piece of dirt that's not even used to being human yet, and it's just a piece of dirt that performs calculations.

Enkidu, who thought "this is necessary" just for the sake of his mission, tried to conduct further information exchange with the "completed human being".

The current situation is just a matter of remembering "her" whispers and grasping the situation.

We haven’t reached the stage where we can talk yet.

Enkidu, groping for a way to complete the task he was given, tried to communicate with "perfect humans" in various ways.

In the process - one day, Enkidu tried to "make the flower bloom".

No record or memory remains of why he wanted to do that. Maybe it was the product of some kind of accident, or maybe it was related to elements that I couldn't recognize as an unfinished product at the time.

However, only that result is imprinted on the circuit.

The resentment subsided in an instant, and "she" even appeared naturally.

--"Thanks"

——"So beautiful...ah"

Enkidu, who heard this voice, did not notice the small bug in his system.

However, after that, the weapon understood.

That was probably the moment when "will" was exchanged for the first time.

As time passes, so does language.

Enkidu remembers the correct number of days, but cannot fail to find its meaning in the number of days.

For weapons, the important thing is not how much time is spent, but understanding what "human beings" are.

——"Na"

——"Na"

——"We are Enkidu's friends."

——"But we will no longer be friends soon."

——"We can't go anywhere anymore."

——"We can no longer see the same things as you."

——"We will definitely forget you."

——"Enkidu is like a flower to us."

——"You save us from loneliness."

——"One day, it would be great if Enkidu could also meet someone like Hua'er."

——"With the person who, no matter withered or withered, will bloom again one day."

——"If you notice, there must be flowers blooming everywhere...and people like flowers."

At some point, "she" emerged from her resentment and gradually formed a small individual.

In that "little body", Enkidu turned his attention to the parts containing the sound-producing device, the visual device and the auditory sensor.

Head, face, head.

Reconciling the impressions given by the gods with the language learned from "her".

The head, which could easily be broken if a little force was applied, was decorated with flowers that Enkidu had made bloom a few days ago.

Then - "she" had a different flower in her hand.

It was the flower that bloomed when "she" first appeared... This was the little flower that bloomed the day I first encountered "her".

"She" had the flower on Enkidu's head, which was nothing more than a giant clod of earth, and the visual sensors and sound output parts on her head changed into strange shapes.

When Enkidu knew that was the "smile", it was already a long time later.

Therefore, what Enkidu paid attention to at that time was what appeared around her.

Existing to protect "her" are seven small halos that shine like a rainbow after the rain.

Enkidu judged that halo to be the brilliance engraved in the soul as "something that has already been completed".

The giant clod that adjusted itself into a huge body that could absorb all the complaints from "them" when the girl's figure disappeared back, and also adjusted its mental structure to match it, for the first time in the world What humans call "hope" wells up in the soul.

Even if he obeyed the orders of the gods and left this forest.

Even if he is tasked with destroying humanity for the sake of his mission——

I must come again to witness the beautiful brilliance after completion.

Without analyzing the reason, Enkidu had this wish engraved into his system.

The wish held by the weapon will be realized over a long period of time.

However, the next time I saw her, that brilliance was gone————

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Now, Snowfield, Crystal Hill.

The flower that bloomed when I first met "her".

What color flower is that?

The upper level of Crystal Hill.

The elevator that leads directly to the top-floor suite is now only accessible to some people, citing reasons such as broken glass caused by a sudden storm.

Walking along the red carpet corridor leading from the bottom floor to the penthouse suite, Enkidu suddenly thought of what happened during his lifetime.

Together with the being named Humbaba, the flowers deep in the forest bloomed luxuriantly.

I still remember the color of the flowers I made bloom after that.

The flowers blooming for "her" are light blue flowers.

Since it was not necessary, he would not take the initiative to do it, but if he asked, "Show me now," Enkidu could easily recreate the flower garden.

However, I couldn't remember the color of the flower blooming from "her" personality named "Humbaba".

Why does Enki have to think about that flower in that part of the recording field that has become ambiguous in order to be "completed" in his mind?

After analyzing the reason for himself, Enkidu immediately thought of two answers and smiled lightly while lowering his eyes.

Rather than a self-deprecating smile, it's more like a smile that reflects pure nostalgia for the past.

One of the reasons is that he understood the appearance of his former compatriot Humbaba in this world.

Another one is——

"It's not about the color of the character or the soul...but the sense of vulnerability, maybe it's a bit similar."

While feeling the breath of a girl deep on the top floor, Enkidu walked further.

"?"

As soon as they rounded the corner of the corridor, they saw several men and women wearing black clothes with confused and wary expressions.

"Hey, who is it, stop!"

"No traffic is allowed in front...wait a minute, bare feet...?"

"Ah?! Are you talking nonsense? This is...? This is not a magician. That kind of... magic power like the earth is..."

"The Servant...is he Lancer?"

Only a handful of those in the organization who occupied the suite were aware of Enkidu's appearance.

Only those who used familiars to directly observe the battle between Enkidu and Gilgamesh on the first day know this.

Maybe I have heard of its characteristics, but I never expected it to appear in the corridor so normally in broad daylight.

The flow of magic power flowing in the body of this heroic spirit is the same as the magic power flowing in the dragon vein of the earth itself, and because it itself is as quiet as the calm ocean, it cannot be used by ordinary magicians and magicians. Perceive proximity.

Therefore what is perceived now will be understood.

Just now I just felt the smell of the tide on the beach, but suddenly I found a giant whale right in front of me.

It was already too late to attack now, and even a preemptive strike would not have much effect.

In fact, as they do not have contracted heroic spirits, they have almost no means of dealing with them. The upper management of the organization also strictly ordered - "Even if the heroic spirits appear, do not take action."

While sensing the gun in his arms and the magic ritual for attack, no one could take any action.

The heroic spirit who saw this scene weaved words with a calm smile.

Although it is a voice that is acceptable to both men and women, for those in black suits, gender, etc. are indifferent.

In addition to the beauty of the outside, the magic felt from the inside and the way the limbs move when you get close to it are enough to make people understand that it is "perfect flesh".

Before this fact, age, gender, etc. are just trivial information. Curses and magic that have different effects on men and women, no matter which one they are, will have no meaning in front of this powerful existence.

"I'm going over there."

With a gentle voice, the heroic spirit said those words.

"..."

Although cold sweat broke out all over their bodies, the black suit group could do nothing.

When passing by them who were as solid as rocks, the heroic spirit thought for a moment, closed his eyes, paused for a moment, and then spoke.

"Don't worry. I'm not here to fight. Rather, if you make a decision to fight, maybe the things you should protect will be involved."

"...?"

Facing the people in black suits who had sweat on their faces but didn't know what to say, Enkidu wore the same smile, without any special sarcasm or appreciation, and just spoke the truth lightly.

"It means you didn't make a mistake in judgment. So there is no need to feel responsible... I hope you can make the right judgment in the future."

So "for whom" is it the correct judgment?

Even if they wanted to ask, the people in black didn't even dare to ask.

The heroic spirit just passed by, and they had the illusion that their existence was completely controlled, and they were so scared——Then the heroic spirit turned around and said.

"Okay, Master. All the defense mechanisms in this passage have been lifted... It's safe now."

Master.

After hearing that word, the tension of the people in black suits finally reached the limit.

Although it was surprising that all the defensive magic was canceled without even doing anything, but the "reason for canceling" was the problem.

Not just followers.

It's the fact that the Master entered here directly.

The leader we were supposed to protect is now in a state equivalent to losing his followers.

If the Master's goal is to propose a fight together, if he is informed of that situation, will he be dealt with immediately?

Surrounded by such confusion, the black-suited group turned their consciousness to the corner of the corridor.

Then, what appeared there the next moment was——

A wolf covered in silver fur walked towards this side while sniffing its nose warily.

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Crystal Hill.

"...Are you here to attack the king?"

Facing Enkidu who appeared after the door opened, the girl——Tini Cherk asked in a calm voice.

In the room, there were more than ten subordinates wearing black suits following her.

However, like the people in the corridor, they were unable to move in front of the servant who suddenly appeared.

Hearing what Tini said, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

However, what lightened the mood were the words without malice uttered by Enkidu, who entered the room with Silver Wolf.

"It is a correct assumption that he is the Master of the Holy Grail War, but it is not consistent with the facts."

"So...are you here to kill me? I have tarnished the pride of your best friend, the king."

"It's not like that."

Enkidu smiled and shook his head calmly.

Although Tiny's consciousness was facing Enkidu, her face was not facing that way.

In the center of the "Magic Studio," which is quite luxurious in a sense and displays the King of Heroes' personal collection, Tiny continues to transmit a huge amount of magic power to the being lying in the center.

Seeing that look, Enki told her with admiration.

"Your magic circuit... no, it's you who are connected to this land... I see, the auras are naturally very similar... Your clan did the same thing as the previous gods."

"...?"

Tini tilted her head slightly towards Enkidu who said the strange words. Perhaps she felt that it was not worth spending time to delve into this matter. She still did not cast her sight to the center of the room, but continued to use her magic power. Go to the center of the room.

"Do you know anything about me?"

"The king said you are a friend."

Tini did not turn her gaze to the other party, but continued to sweat while controlling an abnormal amount of magic power.

Although she was in this state, she still answered with a strong voice in order not to let others see her weakness.

"My king will call him a friend, and there is only one hero who can compete with each other for strength."

"Who knows? If it were when I was alive, maybe it would be like this."

In Enkidu's answer, the people in black indoors who had been unable to move and the people next to Tiny gradually regained control of their bodies.

An older man asked Enkidu while continuing to remain alert.

"...If the purpose is not to fight, then why are you here?"

The man's voice contained doubts and a little expectation.

Enkidu guessed the meaning and shook his head looking apologetically.

"If you think I'm here to save King Gilgamesh, then I'm afraid I won't be able to respond to your expectations."

"...!"

After hearing the heroic spirit's words, many people in the room showed disappointed expressions, and Tini's shoulders trembled slightly.

In the center of the room - in front of Enkidu's sight was the "dead body" of the King of Heroes.

Einzbern's artificial being, whom Gilgamesh calls "Ishtar".

Because of her interference, Gilgamesh was shot by Alcides' arrow, and then pierced through the body by a huge "something" that appeared immediately after.

No matter how you think about it, that was the fatal blow.

Moreover, the body was still being eroded by some kind of force, and while it was alive, the wounds continued to rot.

The reason why it has not disappeared and the physical body still exists is simply because the huge magic power that Tiny drew from the earth's veins was forcibly fixed into a human form in order to prevent the spiritual base from turning into particles and collapsing.

Observing Gilgamesh, who had only the appearance of a servant, Enkidu calmly expressed his opinion.

"There are two kinds of poisons that corrode Gil's body. If it's just the poison of the 'snake' and I forcefully pry open Gil's treasure house, there should still be an antidote or something. Because he said that one day he would hunt for the end of the world. If it's a poisonous snake, maybe not only the corpse of the poisonous snake and its antidote, but even one or two special cooking utensils can be taken out of the treasure house."

Just like a daily joke, Enkidu kept weaving words in a light tone.

Facing such a heroic spirit, Tini gritted her teeth angrily and said.

"Aren't you... a friend of the king...? Then why are you so calm and calm...!"

For a girl who still has childishness, this is really too much anger.

Hearing these words next to the girl, Enkidu stopped smiling, but still answered with a very calm expression.

"Just because we are friends."

"Eh……?"

"Jill and I have spent every day that is irreplaceable. Because of this, both the eternal separation and the accompanying sadness are over. As for the shadows imprinted on human nature, the 'present' us For me, even if there is joy of reunion, there is no need to be sad about separation again. Even if it is me who disappears here, Jill will not shed tears, and I will not pursue that kind of thing."

"..."

Tini's profile was stained with confusion.

Although I have only paid attention to Enkidu once, it is still too difficult for Tiny's immature life to infer the authenticity of the heroic spirit's language from his expression.

"You may find it difficult to understand, and I can also guess the reason why you are angry with me. So, if it makes you happy, it doesn't matter how you blame me."

"..."

After hearing this, Tini turned her face clearly towards Enkidu for the first time - it was a face that showed anger, sadness, terror, and various emotions. Then, after a moment's expression of begging for help, she lowered her head and weaved words of regret.

"No...no...sorry...sorry...I didn't..."

What came out of the mouth of the still childish magician was a clear apology to Enkidu.

"It's not you I hate..."

The huge magic power passed through Tini's magic circuit, compressing the nerves throughout her body.

However, it was not out of pain but out of regret that he twisted his face and weaved his words like a groan.

"It's me...I can't do anything...I can't do anything..."

Facing Tini who remained silent, Enkidu neither comforted her nor gave her advice, but spoke naturally.

"You used two command spells."

"...!"

Enkidu looked at Tiny's left hand.

There, the command spells that were the proof of the master had been used up, and there was barely one painting left.

"It took one stroke to get him back here, and another stroke to try to heal him... This is a good judgment as a master. Without that, Gilgamesh would have no possibility of continuing to maintain his spiritual form. ”

"Poison...you said there are two kinds, right?"

Perhaps because he understood Enkidu's character, Tiny gradually began to show the side of his face that was created as a magician. Without relaxing his hand to maintain Gilgamesh's spiritual power, he asked.

"Ah, one more thing. It's more like a curse than poison."

Enkidu looked at the wounds on Gilgamesh's body and narrowed his eyes.

"...This is what is called irony."

"?"

"What penetrates Gilgamesh's body must be the light of the rainbow."

"...! Do you know? What is that?"

The scene of Gilgamesh's fall flashed through Tini's mind.

A seven-colored light wheel surrounding "something" like a huge mechanical device.

The front end was twisted into a shape like a rock drill bit, and it penetrated Gilgamesh's abdomen.

"That is the blessing of God. At the same time, it is also a curse for the human species... The light that Jill was poured into is one of them, a curse as the ancestor of the 'Blight'."

"Epidemic...?"

"Perhaps we should be grateful for the venom of this 'snake'. Thanks to this venom, which competes with the plague... the death disease has not spread from Jill's body. Otherwise, I am afraid that you and I are very likely to be killed now. Imprisoned in the abyss of death.”

Enkidu said it as if nothing had happened, but Tiny and the people in black around her were not.

"Ah, there is no need to change the method of treatment. In my opinion, whether it is poison or a curse, once the spiritual base of Gilgamesh's body disappears, it will disappear. This spiritual base that exists as 'him' is no longer there. .What’s here now is just an ordinary ancient human remains.”

"That...what is that steel giant? Do you know anything about that...?"

"Yes. Where should I start with this..."

Enkidu pondered for a moment and began to explain the reasons for coming here step by step.

"I came here because I wanted to get to know you a little bit."

"Our business?"

"I'm very concerned about the kind of person who Gill didn't kill but who plans to use me. Although Gil also cares about the kind of person my Master is..."

Enkidu looked at Tini with a smile and continued without telling her how he judged.

"It would be great if we could join forces. I also want to do my best... to exclude that evil god from this stage."

"...Evil God? Does it mean the steel monster that penetrated the king...?"

"No, it's not. The evil god refers to...?"

Immediately afterwards, Enkidu raised his head as if he had discovered something.

"Who...is here."

"Eh?"

Without answering Tiny's question, Enkidu slowly looked at the space around him.

"Is this...human? No...although it looks very human, but..."

"Is anyone hiding in this room?"

Confused, Tiny searched for the magic around her, but she didn't feel that way.

However, Enkidu seemed convinced of its existence, weaving words while wiping his expression.

"No...this is not hidden...I'm afraid it should be the opposite."

"?"

"There's something...it seems like something is snooping here from the other side of the world."

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The other side of the world, or the dream world.

The top floor suite at Crystal Hill.

"Sure enough, it looks like this room has the thinnest walls."

Snowfield reappears in the mysterious barrier.

In the suite on the top floor of Crystal Hill were Flatt, Berserker Bennett, and then everyone from the Holy Church headed by Hansa.

"Hmm...but what is this place? Although it is on the top floor of a hotel, it doesn't look like an accommodation facility. It looks like a magician's workshop, but if that were the case, the decoration would be too luxurious."

Flatt looked around the room excitedly at Bennett's remarks.

"It always feels like a museum! There are beautiful gems and tableware made of gold. It's really amazing!"

The space that was supposed to be the most exclusive suite in the hotel, although it had a sense of the times, was decorated with treasures that exuded the brilliance of what could only be considered brand new products. It was indeed something that could be accepted at any exhibition.

"I've seen it in the professor's class. I think it's probably a treasure from the Mesopotamian area... Hmm... How should I put it? If it has this kind of structure, it should store some magic power, but it's completely It doesn’t feel...even though it’s not fake, it feels strange like an empty shell.”

Flatt looked at these decorations, and Hansa behind them said hello.

"However, this is the place with the thinnest wall in the barrier, right? The key is the height between here and the ground?"

"No, I don't think it's like that... I think this is the only place that has a strong sense of coordination with the places outside the barrier. Should it be said that it is connected from the outside to the inside, or...?"

From his position, Flatt turned his attention to a point in the suite that connected several rooms.

The most spacious central part of the space.

A magic circle of a system that was unusual even in the Clock Tower was depicted on the floor, but what was supposed to be the object of magic was not placed in the center.

"Huh? I thought this was a magic circle to stabilize something... but nothing was put there?"

"It seems like this is indeed a workshop of a certain camp."

"I am neutral. Although it can be speculated which camp it is from, I will not comment."

Hansa shrugged and deliberately said some meaningless words.

As for the nuns who were looking for unfavorable conditions and detecting the situation in the room, Bennett also maintained a minimum sense of vigilance and continued to speak in the shape of her watch.

"The center of the magic circle is empty, shouldn't it mean that the ceremony hasn't started yet?"

"No, no...it's very strange. I think something has happened here...Actually, the effect of this magic circle has not been activated...but there must be something here."

Frat tilted his head and placed his palms on the center of the empty magic circle.

"There is something that has the strongest connection with 'outside the barrier'... and the real street."

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Snowfield, the top of Crystal Hill.

Outside the barrier—the top of the "real" Crystal Mountain—Enkidu's voice echoed.

"Ah, there is indeed something there, although I can only feel the breath."

After hearing the news, Tiny's subordinates each held weapons and magic rituals and looked around the room anxiously.

However, they may not be able to find even a trace of magic power, and a confused expression appears on their face.

However, Enkidu's heightened senses did feel "fluctuations".

Then, after confirming where the center of the fluctuation was - I was a little surprised to see the face of my friend that had turned into a half-dead corpse.

"Is this also part of your calculation...?"

The smile that appeared quietly was different from the usual expressionless smile. It always felt very human - the person who saw this smile did not exist in this room.

"Having said that...you're really still the same, Gil."

After deducing what happened to Gilgamesh who was corrupted by poison and curse, Enkidu quietly accepted that "direction".

Deep in his heart, a light of hope that looked nothing like a computing device flickered.

"Even after the function stops, the fate of the world still depends on itself."

Then, countless golden chains extended from the hem of his clothes and spread out in all directions of the room in an instant.

"!What are you doing……!"

Tiny screamed, and the black suits stiffened.

In order to calm them down, Enkidu opened his hands to show that he was defenseless and spoke.

"Please don't pay attention. This is not an attack on you. It is a means of protection. Although it is not something that exists to protect you, please allow me to apologize."

The chains extending from his body only surrounded the silver wolf sleeping at his feet, which meant that he only implemented a few protective measures for his master.

Enkidu closed one eye like a boy playing pranks, and weaved words with nostalgia for the "days of adventure."

"I'm just becoming someone's prop as usual."

"In this case...if I want to match your statement, it should be a 'Booster'."

He explained the significance of this.

To put it simply, he realized that someone on the other side of the world was trying to explore this side, so he used himself as an amplifier to help the other party.

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The other side of the world, the top of Crystal Hill.

"Ah?!"

Flat made a surprised sound, attracting the attention of those around him.

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

In response to Hansa's words, Flatt tilted his head and replied.

"No, it's not so much the problem...it's better to say that the problem has been solved or how to put it..."

With a confused expression on his face, he manipulated the magic power with the fingertips of both hands and began to write something on the magic circle drawn on the floor.

"what are you planning to do?"

Regarding Bennett's words, Flatt said while continuing to work.

"In reality, broken asphalt roads and the like are safe and sound on our side... Probably, large damage and the like can be ignored without copying them at will. However, I think it will be inconvenient to carry out the magic circle of the enemy camp if it is left behind. The scope of existence of copy is quite small."

"The streets within the barrier are reproduced by copying and pasting real streets. Even the way the young magician in the Clock Tower speaks is very modern."

Hansa shrugged while observing Flatt's work with interest.

"Thank you! Don't look at me like this, I'm also in the modern magic department! If I look modern, it's all thanks to the teacher!"

Flatt continued to observe his surroundings while answering a little off topic.

"As expected, this is a place very similar to the inherent barrier... No, but... well, if it were put into words and it was not the teacher who did it, I probably wouldn't be able to explain it very well. Although I have seen it before Yes, but it’s not taught when the teacher is in class.”

"Have you seen it?"

"I have seen something very similar to this in Wales before. It was in the cemetery at that time... If there is a 'reproduction of the barrier world of the past', then should this be said to be a 'reproduction of the present barrier world'?"

"...Wales? Is it the 'Brakmoya Cemetery' opened by a family that has a deep connection with the Dead Apostles? The priest I know and my rebellious partner the nun almost died in the commotion there... You are actually related to that cemetery."

In response to Hansa's surprising remarks, Flat blinked happily for some reason.

"Ah, did you know? Yes, the world inside this barrier is a huge stage device made of fakes of the entire street... In games and the like, there are occasionally such settings, right? . It seems like there are jokes like that in Jim Carrey (starring "The Truman Show") movies."

"I think it's not a reproduction but a newly built street scene... If I say it, the ending part is really excellent. It's indeed a good movie."

"Right! Next time, please ask your friend's mercury-dressed children to remember to say hello to each other (the classic line from "The Truman Show", "Good morning! And in case I don't see you: good afternoon, good evening and good night!" ") that part of the line!"

"Let's talk about that later. If we don't leave this world first, we won't be able to meet that mercury gift again, right?"

"Ah. Yes, I'm sorry..."

After being thrown a bucket of cold water by Bennett, Flatt listlessly returned to the main topic of the conversation.

"The cars on the street are always parked, and the carousel in the casino is not rotating. It is probably not a continuous reflection of the real street, but a snapshot of the 'world' that is regularly cut out and copied. The parked cars are here There are, so I don’t think it will reflect objects whose position information deviates drastically at the ‘moment of interception’.”

"I see... If that's the case, in other words, is there something going on in the suite in the real world that is in contrast to this magic circle? Perhaps, is it trying to open the way to this side from the opposite side?"

"Well, until just now, I have never seen this kind of magic distortion... Just now, something suddenly changed. How should I put it, it was like being in the subway, but the mobile phone signal suddenly appeared three times. The personality is the same... That’s right! Yes, it’s a mobile phone!”

Flatt hurriedly took out his mobile phone, placed it on the marble table at hand, and began to search for things around him.

"Well, I want to borrow... this and that..."

He selected a few of the historical objects from Mesopotamia that adorned the room, infusing them with his own magic to restore them to their original "sacrificial" power.

"what are you planning to do?"

"Well, many of the decorations in the room can be used as magic gifts, so I need to make a simple altar first. Like this, like this, and then like this. I'll probably hit the wall with Kon, Kon and use the echo to transmit The feeling of information, if you can do it well, you can connect the signal of this mobile phone with the 'outside' or something."

"I see... No, wait a minute, I said 'I see', but is this really possible?"

"I've done similar things a few times, so it's no problem. I did the conversion of radio waves and magic power with a classmate named Cowles. Anyway, there is always a way."

Flatt was doing his homework easily.

Although Bennett felt uneasy about his hasty explanation, considering that Flatt used many superb magics in this way, he decided to observe the situation.

——When the sorcerer's power intertwined with the master's thoughts... I somewhat understood the way his magic existed.

——Very similar to Eastern thinking. In a form that has no self-determined realm, the magic system is not limited to one... No, it can't be done.

——Basically, any magic trick is assembled on the spot based on just feeling and then used. Ask Flatt to "use the exact same magic again", I'm afraid he can only roughly reproduce it.

——Rather than breaking the rules, he is more like a magician who cannot find rules. That magician named El-Melloi II was lucky enough to be able to bring up such a different kind of guy.

Bennett was thinking that if it was an ordinary magician with such an apprentice, he might have committed suicide at any time, or he might have wanted to kill Flatt, while looking at Fulat. Rat's work.

Because he became a heroic spirit, Bennett possesses basic (magic) knowledge. However, even within this category, Flatt's existence is still an anomaly.

——Although it’s quite strange for someone like me who doesn’t know my identity...

——But who is my dangerous and reliable master?

Behind the conversation between the Master and the Heroic Spirit, Hansa observed the situation on the street from the top.

"From this point of view, it is no different from an ordinary street... However, this is a closed world. This is indeed clear."

Looking into the distance from the top of the skyscraper, you can see something like thick fog happening far away from the city.

I'm afraid there is no world behind that fog at all. After all, recreating the world itself goes beyond mere magic.

"If it gets to that point, it's more like moving to a parallel world than recreating the world... Hey, but this situation is also very far from common sense."

He shrugged and looked at the silent street. A nun walked over quickly.

"Hansa."

"What's wrong?"

"Something's wrong over there."

When Hansa noticed the nun speaking calmly, the remaining three nuns also gathered at the window in the same direction, looking down at the street.

"Did something happen?"

"...Father Hanse, there is movement, over there."

Looking towards the place pointed by the nun with eyebands and a solemn tone, something like flying dust rose up there.

"That is……"

Occasionally, light and explosive flames shone among the flying dust.

That was very similar to the fighting scene in front of the hospital that I saw from the church last night.

After a while, a dazzling light suddenly appeared - from the flying dust, you could see some huge existence raising its face.

"...I also saw it yesterday. Cerberus...but was it so big back then?"

It was a huge three-headed monster, big enough to easily overtake a residential building.

After Hansa saw its appearance, he became suspicious instead of alert.

"Are the archers covered in cloth who control that one here? No, compared to this... If such a thing could be done, I think we should have made it huge last night..."

Hansa listed several speculations in his mind.

——The body of that monster should be just lying on the road.

——So, was that monster sucked in just like us?

——Then he was given power by the Servant who created this world...?

At least, Chunqiu Chun, who is considered the master of the servants, does not have that kind of magic power and technology.

Then, the answer has already been defined.

Either a Servant, someone who is taking advantage of the situation in this street, or someone who has nothing to do with the current situation and simply wants to cause trouble.

"Mr. Hansa, what should I do? If I want to go, I can change my clothes right now."

Regarding the words of the blond nun, Hansa fell into deep thought for a moment.

Then, after looking at Flatt and the others behind him, he took off his blindfold and said.

"No, this is an opportunity. This is the place with the widest observable range."

Revealed from under the eyeband is a prosthetic eye-type magic costume that combines various magic costumes. Inside the magic-processed crystal prosthetic eye, there are biological, mechanical, and even electronic gifts. Everything is available.

The prosthetic eye combines the lens inside the crystal while making a friction sound like a robot in a science fiction movie.

Moreover, with a field of vision that was dozens of times stronger than that of ordinary people, Hansa began to observe the surrounding buildings and other things, rather than the battle itself.

"If a servant is using that, he is most likely observing the battle around him. At least, if he can find traces of the flow of magic power..."

At that point, Hansa stopped talking.

Because he spotted a small figure standing on a building a little away from where the commotion was taking place.

"That is……"

That figure looked familiar.

Hansa immediately awakened the part about that figure in the ocean of memory.

After the commotion at the police station, Chase Vampire jumped into the hotel corridor.

"He" is there.

Vampire, Jester Caltore. That was supposed to be the young victim who was attacked by the monster while passing by.

"...You are very capable."

Hansa raised his lips and chased the figure with angry eyes.

If you use far-sighted magic to observe the opponent's space, you should be discovered.

However, the current hyperopia only directly strengthens his artificial eyes and simply improves his vision.

In a sense, just by peeking through binoculars - I discovered "that thing" in the form of a boy, happily looking at the hustle and bustle of the street.

There was no way of knowing whether it was controlling the giant beast.

However, what can be confirmed now is that the vampire is indeed involved in the current situation.

"The ability to transform...even the breath can completely transform into a human being, it's really amazing."

If it relies on ordinary magic and changes or disguises caused by the characteristics of vampires, not only Hansa, but also most "agents" can see through it.

However, after seeing the transformation technique that was like replacing the soul itself, Hansa once again realized that Jester was an "enemy" that should not be underestimated.

"Pack up your equipment. Kill that vampire while we're still here."

"That child, is he the vampire?"

"Isn't it just being manipulated?"

The nuns who were given the instructions asked in confusion, and Hansa shook his head slightly.

In the distance of his sight, he stared at the boy's expression.

"Even if the color of the soul changes... that twisted smile cannot be changed."

At the same time, a lively voice came from behind Hansa.

"Connected!"

Hansa and the others looked back and saw a smiling Frat standing in front of a strange altar, dancing with a mobile phone in one hand.

At this moment - the radio waves of the mobile phone and the magic power of Flat for transmitting the radio waves are indeed connected to the "outside world", that is, the real Snowfield.

In other words, even if there is only a tiny point, the hole that is meant to allow magic power and radio waves to pass through actually penetrates the wall of the barrier.

Although for Flatt and the others, it was just an "outward pedal"——

But this little change brought huge changes to Snowfield's world.

It was an ant-eaten cave in a huge dam.

In a sense, it can be said that it is these subtle changes that are the opportunity for the collapse of the confrontation between Snowfield's camps - at this time, no one knows.

But whether anyone knew it or not, the city's fate had begun to turn irrevocably.

Just like the first cracks that began to spread, hinting that one day it would completely collapse.

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Snowfield, above, Sky Workshop.

"found it."

In the distant sky of the real street.

Francesca was talking to herself with a dazed smile inside the huge flying ship floating far away from the ground. There was no height that could be reproduced within the barrier.

"Great, I finally got the 'hole' out. Although I don't know who did it, I still want to give him a Nobel Prize! The Nobel Francesca Prize!"

"What's that?"

In response to the words of her shadow, a sorcerer, Francesca answered happily while stamping her feet on the bed.

"I want to give the Nobel Prize bonus to people who help me! The person who gets it will be very happy, and I won't feel sorry for my own pocket, so I am very happy. Although the people of the Nobel Foundation will suffer, but The two camps have benefited from this, and if you calculate it in terms of plus and minus, it’s a bonus! The world has become a better place because of this!”

"No, first of all, what is the Nobel Prize?"

"Huh? Didn't you get that knowledge from the Holy Grail?"

"Well, this is obviously knowledge that has nothing to do with the Holy Grail War. Let's just talk about it. If it were an orthodox Holy Grail War, I don't know what would happen."

Facing the boy whose mouth was stuffed with fine chocolate truffles, Francesca looked at him with interest.

"Hmm~ I still care about that a lot? How much do people in Fuyuki know? Because we are operating in Japan, do we have to keep the political system and laws in mind? Hey, do you know that the current president of the United States His name?"

"I don't know. However, I still have some impression of what the presidential system is. I can understand the structure of the TV and the mobile phone can be used normally. But I don't know the name of the mobile phone manufacturer."

"That's it. Well, are other heroic spirits like this too? Maybe, because you are me, the moment the magic link is made after the contract, it is connected with my knowledge."

"Isn't that irrelevant? No matter what you know at the beginning, you can just prepare the necessary cards later. Isn't it a pleasure to put all the assets in your hand now and enjoy the destruction?"

Prelati clung to Francesca's back like a branch being bent, and gently touched the corner of Francesca's mouth with her fingertips dipped in melted chocolate.

Francesca smiled, and after crawling seductively on her fingers with her tongue - a bad smile appeared on her face, and she leaned her head on Prelati's face.

"Okay, okay, it's useless to try to corrupt yourself. And you've already fallen, haven't you?"

"You are the one, aren't you here to seduce me? Now, does this really turn into narcissism?"

"How about it? I would like to summon Narcissus or something like that to listen. After all, I don't have that kind of nonsense catalyst." [Narcissus (Νρκίσσο), meaning Narcissus , is an extremely narcissistic young man in ancient Greek mythology, the son of the river god Cephissus and the marsh goddess Liriope].

Francesca tried to talk about the story of the Greek boy who became the etymology of narcissism, but her own shadow Prelati refused to accept this, and the topic returned to its original place.

"But, we are still working hard towards the goal of making the world a pleasant place, right?"

"Well, after all, it's easiest to leave things like means to others directly, right?"

"I'm really looking forward to it. If we use the power of the Holy Grail to conquer the 'big labyrinth' where even finding the entrance is troublesome, and then get the 'miniature of the world' inside, how much of the veil can we tear apart the world?"

"Ah, before that, that 'little maze' appeared on this street... I just discovered the door to the strange world created by the strange servants!"

Francesca sneered as she moved her finger through the air, where several mirrors appeared.

"The most interesting thing about being locked up inside is... is it the Lionheart King? Really, why is that fan instead of Artoria-chan coming? It's quite incredible."

Francesca, who already had the same confidence in the swordsman's true appearance as the police camp, looked at the swordsman in the mirror when he was giving a speech in the police car, and licked her lips.

"Ah, that's right, he is. Under the illumination of past legends, the light has increased several times. He is a king who looks like a shining king."

"Does your internal organs hurt?"

Francesca answered the smiling Prati with an innocent smile.

"Of course! I've always been excited by that swordsman! I'm a fan! Although it's not like Jeanne d'Arc and Gilles de Rey, but having said that, it's a very close feeling, you can understand Well, you can understand it!"

Francesca said while waving her arms like a childish girl telling about her favorite idol.

Seeing her like this, Prelaty continued calmly.

"Ah, I know. You are me. You became that fan. Because of this, I know exactly what you want to do with your favorite king."

"Can you come with me? Now, I can't use illusions as skillfully as you."

"Of course. Do you want to enter the barrier?"

"Well, if you do it here, Faldius-kun will hate you."

The two boys and girls were talking as if they were planning something.

Although he only looks like a young man on the outside, what is ready to move inside the container are some black organs that can only be called monsters.

Floating in the mirrors around them were records of the past.

Although it is a fact, it cannot reflect the reality and is the residue of an image.

Francesca was hesitating about what kind of truth should be added there to challenge Lionheart, while looking at the images from more than 10 years ago in trance.

That was the time when, while gaining all the victories, they lost everything at the same time——

Wearing blue attire and silver armor, there is a figure of a holy sword user. ()