The Nuclear Sword Fairy from a certain cartoon

Because the weather was not yet warm, the girl wore a red coat and her long, smooth black hair was tied into twin tails.There was a trace of exhaustion on her face, as if she slept too late last night and looked a little sleep-deprived.

"This way, this way! Shirou came really late."

The girl puffed up her cheeks slightly and said a little awkwardly.

"Isn't the flight at nine o'clock? I think it's still early."

It's only eight-thirty now.

Rin's cheeks turned slightly red, and she looked away as if she thought of something. When she was in a mood, she didn't even forget to hold Shirou's arm and walk into the airport.

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"Anyway, let's go in quickly and wait. It's a bit cold outside."

Rin wouldn't talk about the fact that he tossed and turned late last night and only slept for four hours.

It was all because of Lancer, who suddenly brought up the shameful topic of dating and traveling. As a result, she was so upset that she couldn't even sleep well.

Humph, bad woman!

Picture: "Bad Woman", Location: "Images/1679405056-100352746-110092519.jpg"

……

Not long after boarding the plane, Shirou felt something approaching his shoulder.

"Huh...huh..."

We could hear faint breathing and a little sleep-like sound.

Shirou listened carefully and realized that the girl was murmuring "Shirou...Shirou...".

Glancing at the sleeping girl holding his arms, Shirou's mouth curved slightly.

This feeling is very light and very beautiful. If I have to use a metaphor, I can only think of the sentence in "One Hundred Years of Solitude", which can be used slightly.

——"The ship of her years is rounding the last promontory of childhood."

A girl in high school is now beginning to touch a hint of maturity and charm. Rin is far better than most of her peers in this regard, and the arrogance of a magician adds a bit of elegance to her.

Chapter 2 Second Coming Clock Tower

After confirming that no one was looking this way, Shirou waved his right hand slightly, took out a blanket as if by magic, and covered Rin's body with it.

Seeing the peaceful sleeping face of the girl beside him was also a kind of enjoyment for Shirou.

At Shirou's level, unless he has some obsession or ambition, there are not many things in this world that can interest him.

Because of his absolute control over his own strength, Shirou was able to do things without being impatient or hasty or slow.

Although Shirou also knew that the water in the current moon world was actually very deep, even if he had reached the current state, it would be difficult to deal with some existences outside the standard.

What worries Shirou the most is the Outer God among the Old Ones.

There is such an existence in the moon world, and because of the chaos of the world, it is difficult for Shirou to

Determine whether those existences are already hidden in the world.

If an alien god arrives, it's hard to say whether Shirou can compete.

Of course, if it is a being like Azathoth who controls the level of the multiverse, it would be an even bigger gift.

Nowadays, Shirou's normal strength can reach the point of smashing stars at will, and he can swim around the solar system. If he uses "Simulated Star Map Avesta", it depends on the strength of the enemy, and it will be projected behind him. , at most it can reach a level that is enough to destroy the galaxy.

Shirou, who was envisioning the future in his mind, looked through the small window at the floating sea of ​​clouds.

Time passed so slowly.

"Hmm...well...Shirou..."

The girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly and her cheeks were slightly red, as if she had had some strange dream.

Gradually falling out of sleep, Rin quickly looked to her side, and when she found that Shirou was still there, she calmed down and continued to hold his arm.

The blanket covering him fell off at some point, Shirou reached out to grab it, put it on Rin again, and asked casually.

"Have you had a nightmare?"

"Hey...this...this..."

Rin blushed for a moment and stammered, unable to explain.

Seeing that she was unwilling to say anything, Shirou didn't ask further and continued to look out the window at the city of London that was starting to become clearer.

"Looks like it's coming."

……

London.

This city, nicknamed the Fog City, has become completely different from its original state after ten years of development.

Walking on the neatly paved stone road, Shirou and Rin shuttled among the bustling crowds.

The air is filled with the smell of greasy fish and chips and the exhaust fumes from one of London's symbols, double-decker buses.

Gentlemen wearing waterproof jackets, women wearing scarves or shawls, and children boarding the bus chatting loudly are all walking through this foggy city with different purposes.

The population of London is said to be about 800 million. Looking at the numbers alone, there is actually no idea. After all, they are basically people who have nothing to do with it.

All kinds of people spend most of the day in the rows of brown or gray buildings. This scene is like the end of the stars.

"I feel a little hungry."

Rin took Shirou's wrist and led him towards a snack bar.

When talking about street food, several stereotypes always come to mind unconsciously: small stations that replenished supplies for travelers in ancient times, or mobile vendors in the streets who are convenient and affordable.

When it comes to street food in the catering community, most studies focus on developing countries, and are willing to pay attention to the food supply, food safety, nutritional intake, and even the employment of urban residents and gender division of labor related to street food.

In recent years, street food in some developed countries has begun to take a different approach. New food concepts, new business images and strategies, and even new lifestyles are slowly popping up in the corners of some big cities.

"Wow, these Scotchtails (Scotch eggs) are so delicious!"

Rin looked at the British snack in her hand with bright eyes.

Shirou took the other portion from Rin and tried to taste it.

"Well, it's really good."

Basically, it is a soft-boiled egg dipped in flour wrapped in meat filling, then coated in egg liquid and bread flour and fried until golden brown. It can be eaten hot or cold. It can also be eaten with salad, sauce, or potatoes. Strips, with very varied flavors.

When it came to eating, Shirou always felt as if Saber's eyes were staring at him. He had only been with Saber for a few days, but ended up running out to kiss Rin. This gave rise to a special sense of betrayal.

Sure enough, she still had to buy some local delicacies to take back, otherwise Saber would definitely get upset when she knew that Shirou was eating so happily here but didn't bring her anything to eat.

We visited several restaurants with Rin, whether it was the rich, juicy and fragrant burgers, the seafood series lobster rolls, fried shrimp and potato balls, or the super high-calorie fries that are crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. Paired with cheese and thick gravy, all kinds of delicacies are really unforgettable.

The two of them were eating and walking towards the clock tower.

"Speaking of which, Rin, what are your plans after high school? Are you going to college or doing something else?"

Looking at the Thames, the two set foot on London Bridge together.

"This... I actually haven't thought about it yet."

"Isn't the Clock Tower very nice? I heard that the Clock Tower is the largest magic organization in the world." Shirou said teasingly.

Hearing what Shirou said, Rin looked at the building whose outline had appeared with some emotion.

When Rin was in elementary school, his father, Tokiomi Tosaka, often went to the Clock Tower to make friends with some local nobles and reminisce about old times. Under the influence of his ears and eyes, he also developed a vague longing for the Clock Tower.

If he follows the normal trajectory, Rin will most likely end up studying abroad in this place where his father has memories.

But one thing is true, the clock tower is probably the most popular

Magic organization, but it is not the most powerful.

"Clock Tower, Wandering Sea, and Atlas Academy, these are the three major academies of the Magic Association. Among them, Clock Tower should be the weakest."

"Oh? Why does Rin think so?" Shirou was curious about this.

Shirou's impression of the Clock Tower is now very weak. After all, walking in the Clock Tower is as casual to him as walking in the backyard of his home.

"I learned all this through the books my father left behind."

Rin said: "However, the description of the other two magic organizations is still a bit sparse, and I only understand a little bit."

But this was enough for Rin to understand the structure and relationships of the magic world.

While chatting, they had arrived at the gate of the clock tower.

Chapter 3 The frightened El-Melloi II

Rin looked at the clock tower with some reminiscence.

"We're finally here. Let's go see the magic trick my father logged in first."

"Let's go."

Shirou nodded and followed Rin in.

This tower has an even more historical feel than it did ten years ago. The walls are covered with moss and vines, and are covered with a thin layer of frost in these winter days.

Occasionally, I can see a few students walking by, but basically no one walks together.

The atmosphere of this magic academy is somewhat different from the schools where ordinary people stay.

Of course, it may also be because the Clock Tower is a magic organization that values ​​noble blood the most. Families without sufficient historical background have an extremely low status in the Clock Tower.

You can imagine how difficult it is for a student like Weber, whose family status is low and whose magic talent is extremely poor, to improve his status in a society of magicians that attaches great importance to the class system. It is simply as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Weber is the third generation of magicians in the Velvet family, but his aunt in the first generation was just the mistress of a certain magician, and she only learned rudimentary magic by whispering in the pillow. The mother of the second generation only brought "needs" with her. Cherish your mother’s important memories.” This level of awareness has been inherited from magic, so it was Weber’s generation that truly began to seriously explore magic.

Both the magic circuit and the magic seal were of extremely poor quality. If his parents hadn't died of illness, Weber would not have simply spent all his wealth to raise funds for school and entered the Clock Tower penniless.

And if it weren't for this, Weber might never have been able to see such a colorful and extraordinary world full of fantasy in his life.

……

"Can anyone tell what this is?"

In the huge classroom, a man with long black hair was seriously taking out a photo and placing it on the blackboard.

It looks like it is part of a religious painting. The subject of the photo is clearly a sky scene full of sacredness and solemnity, but its focus is on the "burning wheel" that is too out of place with the scene.

That wheel is like a guard in the sky, suspended majestically in the air, with countless eyeballs attached to its outside, staring closely at the people who are watching it.

"Can't you understand?"

"What an abstract painting!"

"The Wheel Monster?"

Listening to the students' mixed words, the man scratched his head in distress.

"Isn't there a more suitable description? This is one of the classic looks of angels."

Judging from the appearance, this man is close to 30 years old.

Although the stubble has not been properly cleaned, giving people the impression that he is just as unkempt as usual, the long hair that grows randomly still looks surprisingly neat.

Although his dressing sense is eccentric, it is not vulgar. From this point of view, he has the temperament of a young master.

"It's actually an angel?"

"Where is the angel's appearance?"

"I only saw one wheel."

The noisy sounds of the students gave Weber a headache. He rubbed his temples and continued to explain to everyone.

"The angels that appear in paintings are largely due to the influence of Nike, the goddess of victory in Greek mythology, in the fourth century, and they gradually became fixed as people with wings. In fact, angels still exist In other systems, or should I say, later generations interpreted them as angels without permission.”

The man touched his chin and continued.

"This is one way to reinterpret the creatures that originally existed in mythology as angels. Another way is to separate the power that belongs to God as angels. Although there are many hypotheses, the one you are looking at is Angel (Throni) is closer to the former. It is an angel who uses his body to transport God’s power.”

"Is it because it's for transportation? That's why the wheels look like that?"

"Rather, it is because they are wheels that they are considered to be angels carrying the power of God. In the holy book written by the prophet Ezekiel, he described the angels he saw in his vision like this, 'Sparkling beryl The shining wheel has an eye on one side. There is also a strange hypothesis that it is actually a UFO."

"Angels are UFOs!?"

The students sent

There was a sound of surprise.