In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

The woman sighed, her life has changed so much since Fuyuki, and she is now the age of four.Just as he was about to persuade a few words, he heard Emiya Shirou ask:

"Rin, do you still have class this afternoon?"

"There is a section on magic theory. Those foreign students from Britain are really stupid. If it weren't for the relationship with President Mordred, ghosts would be willing to teach them."

Talking about her profession, she regained her optimism, and left the cemetery side by side with the man, where several tall buildings stood on the other side of the lake.

The cylindrical building is the Chaldean headquarters, and the white tower next to it is the holy place for the new generation of magicians in the world. This organization is far ahead in terms of technology, combat power, heroic spirits, etc. No careerist dared to fight it.

With wide streets and dense crowds, this place has long since changed from a fortress to a city, with flags of various colors hanging on both sides of the road, as if an important event is about to be held.

"Next month will be the [-]th Ten Thousand Kings Conference~~~ Your Defense Department is estimated to be busy again."

"Of course, the heads of state of several countries in this meeting are just ordinary people. You know that ordinary people are too vulnerable; but I am only in charge of commanding, and the guys below will do it well."

A few traces of worry flashed on the man's face, the gap between heroic spirits and ordinary people is getting closer and closer, and after the initial chaos, human beings are constantly demanding, such as the Roman Republic in the south, financial predators and politicians in the Senate are more and more. more and more.

"Huh, as His Majesty Rosen said, 'It's no good for anyone to overturn the card table if you are in a hurry?' Heroic spirits can pinch ordinary people to death with a forefinger. How can you prevent these heads of state from becoming under coercion? Fool?"

Tohsaka Rin asked casually, but saw the man staring at him very seriously, and the aunt in her thirties stuck out her tongue.

"Okay, okay, Master Jing Jing said that you shouldn't ask questions."

"That's right, anyway, after this defense mission, I have to go to Africa to kill the remaining monsters, and human beings are not as weak as you think." The man raised his head, and there was a roar from the military base on the right.

That's the sound of different types of power armor starting up.

Looking down from the Chaldean headquarters building, you can see dozens of power armors of different shapes, half of which are painted with the Chaldean coat of arms, while the other half are national emblems of various countries.

The blond girl is fully armored, and the red and white armors touch each other and 'jing'. She looks at the training machines through the floor-to-ceiling windows with her hands behind her back, and listens to the report of a beautiful knight in the room.

"Britain, France, and Germany all sent power armor units. After investigation, they are only one generation different from our army's equipment."

Is it a generation apart?There was a two-generation gap last year.

Mordred rubbed his forehead. After understanding the principle, all countries are not stupid. Rosen once borrowed many of their researchers, and it is impossible to block the technology.

"Where's Huaxia? Has Huaxia come?"

"The Daqin Rites said that they will not participate this year to protest the injustice they received last year on North American issues." The knight bowed his head.

"That woman!" Mordred slammed his fist on the windowsill, gnashing his teeth, "Aren't you satisfied with getting Hawaii? It's all because Rosen, the bastard, couldn't control his pants chain, and now he's left a mess!"

The knight buried his head deeper and pretended not to hear anything.

Cursing the savior of the world, the monster destroyer, His Majesty Rosen, is simply outrageous. There are no more than five people in the world who dare to say so.

More mature than before, but still irritable in nature, Mordred paced back and forth. She forced herself to grow up and take on the responsibilities that a group of scumbags were unwilling to bear, but the chaotic world situation had gradually exceeded her ability.

He's good at hacking people, and it's hard to fight with those old foxes!

"Go on, do a good job in the preparations for the meeting of ten thousand kings."

She waved her hand weakly and let the knight back down, she didn't know whether to be tough or compromise.

There are many heroic spirits in Chaldea, but without the restraint of the Command Spell, Mordred can mobilize fewer and fewer people, as if the heroic spirits that appeared in the second batch would not ignore her at all.

There are also captives such as Shuten Douji and Ereshkigal, all of which are suppressed by Rosen's residual power, but ten years later, that residual power is rapidly diminishing.

Damn it, damn it!

After cursing fiercely, he shrunk into the sofa and didn't want to move. He had to deal with temptations from within, and he had to find a way to deal with international issues. The former bear boy was full of confusion.

Well, human beings are getting stronger and stronger, and new armaments are threatening Heroic Spirits more and more. There are already signs of riots in several countries. Should Chaldea intervene?

For a moment, she had the idea of ​​giving up, but in the end she suppressed it, opened the drawer and added a few more strokes to the notebook where every crevice was filled with words.

"That bastard, I will cut him nine thousand knives!"

It seemed to be an evil book full of curses, but Mordred cherished it and put it back in the drawer, caressed the cover, and muttered to himself:

"But the era he created, I will guard it to the end!"

Mordred, who understands responsibility, has grown up and regained a serious and indifferent face, with a bit of what Rosen looked like back then. He opened the office and came to the top of the headquarters amid the salute of his subordinates.

The long and narrow passage is engraved with runes, and the wooden door at the end is opened, and it has already jumped to another subspace.

The intense light made Mordred narrow his eyes. After regaining his vision, he entered the blue sky, white clouds and green grass. Except for the edges visible to the naked eye, it was just like the sea of ​​consciousness that he once hated, but is now thinking about.

Most of the Chaldean heroic spirits are here, the dark-skinned and quiet Hassan is looking at the documents, and Medea and Nursery Rhymes are piled high with books, which are all attempts to calculate the origin.Jack sat in a daze on a big rock, and not far away was the hero who bowed and shot arrows.

He blew himself up twice in a row, and lost his Command Spell and ceremonial attire to continue his life. Even after ten years, Alash did not recover, but he was in a good mood. World peace was much more important than a meteor piercing the sky.

"Yo, Mordred." He greeted kindly, but in exchange for a serious look, he secretly thought that this bear child has only learned half of it.

"What about the rest?"

"Miss Liangyi went to the east to find the possibility, while Miss Joan of Arc went to find the trace of the fox. You know she has disappeared for several years." There is no Command Spell, and each heroic spirit has his own choice.

Astania returned to her mother's home in Russia, and although Arash was worried about the situation in the Middle East, she was more worried about Chaldea's partners.Friendship cannot be destroyed by a contract.

"Hmph, riding a giant dragon through the airspace of other countries, that idiot will be killed by himself sooner or later!" Mordred scolded secretly, and those who can help either die or fish.

What are you looking for Rosen's trace, that bastard is no longer on Earth!

Just as Tamamo before was forced to carry the burden, Mordred has also been blamed for ten years, and he has to grit his teeth and persist no matter how unwilling he is.

She looked at the 'other self' who was writing and drawing in the distance, and walked over quickly: "Nero, you have to appear at this meeting of kings."