The infinite sword system has been mastered, and you say this is the dragon clan?

Chapter 346: Emiya must have a deeper meaning behind this
"That concludes this week's work report for the medical department."

In Caesar's director's office, Zero, dressed in a white medical uniform, handed the report to the other party.

"It's well organized. The data display and analysis dimensions are much clearer than before, detailed but not messy. Are you sure this is the report completed by Lu Mingfei himself? His progress in recent times is quite impressive." Caesar's words were full of praise, but also contained a hint of temptation.

"...Yes." Ling said lightly, with almost no emotional fluctuations, making it impossible to tell whether it was true or false.

Caesar shook his head, deciding not to pursue the matter further. "Alright, go back. I have something important to discuss with the others."

Zero left the office silently and closed the door.

Then Caesar pulled out a secret record and sent it to Emiya, who was waiting leaning against the sofa.

"Oh, is this the secret communication method you devised for the Hidden Ones?"

Emiya flipped through the highly confidential records. Although he had previously discussed this with Caesar, remote communication wasn't always secure, so he reviewed the details in person.

The aforementioned mind-link technology, possessed by all members of the Hidden, was transformed through the esoteric alchemy of the Night Watch Masters of the Secret Party. This made it easy to establish a mechanism for collective communication and covert transmission. This connected consciousness could even be leveraged to escalate the power of collectively cast words and magic…

There is even a prominent name "Fingal von Frings" in the special thanks list at the end, which seems to indicate that this valuable technology is not a gift without reason. For Vice Principal Night Watch to be so generous, this guy Fengal must have made a great contribution.

This time, Caesar planned to use this technology to perform a new version of Shikigami magic modified from the White King Source's Word Spirit·Ghost Victory. The new version of the technique did not emphasize forgetting the pain and breaking the restrictions to burst out combat power, but focused more on stimulating the self-healing ability of the flesh cells of all individuals covered by the field. With this insurance, there would be no need to worry too much about casualties even if an accident occurred at the site of the spirit particle transfer.

The contributors to the data related to this technique are the Snake Eight Families. As the representative of this force, Mai Shude is lazily lying on a top-grade Kashmir leather sofa with her legs crossed. Her slender curves in black stockings and over-the-knee boots are swaying in front of Emiya beside her. She has an outsider expression on her face and is playing with her mobile phone.

Emiya glanced at it and reached out to move the beautiful feet that were blocking his view to the side. He suddenly remembered that Su Enxi was here managing the finances, Jude Mai was the representative of the Japanese forces, and Ling was in the medical department. The trio was now complete. "By the way, why are you representing the Snake Eight Clan? What did Minamoto no Chisei say?"

"How could the current patriarch come here in person? He's not like you, a godslayer who is invincible and never afraid of taking risks... Hehe, I'm just kidding!" Jiude Mai's eyes moved away from the phone, and the corners of her mouth curled up into a charming smile that could charm thousands of little virgins.

"The truth is, I'm just filling in for Potato Chip Girl. I've brought them here, and that's the end of it. After all, she's the boss behind the Snake Eight Families. The real Snake Eight Families are probably Minamoto no Chitose. This patriarch's younger brother sounds very concerned about Emiya's attitude—our Lord God Slayer is still as charming as ever!"

She was making harmless jokes, intentionally or unintentionally.

Caesar shook his head secretly. Another one from the "Emiya faction"? He was almost used to it. Most of the talents stationed in Chaldea were related to him.

Now that I think about it, when Emiya gave up the position of director to me, could it be that he had some deeper considerations - for example, after abdicating the throne to him, he would become the "emperor" and control me remotely, secretly controlling the situation in Chaldea behind the scenes?
But is there any real need for this? It's impossible for a man not to be interested in the supreme power of direct control. So, considering the ambush on the Demon Gods and the aliens, is Emiya trying to create the appearance of disunity within Chaldea, in conjunction with my plan, to deliberately lure the enemy into lowering their guard?

Hiss… Caesar secretly gasped. The God Slayer's schemes were so profound and terrifying! He was indeed the man I was pursuing!

Emiya, who was sitting beside the sofa, suddenly felt puzzled when he received Caesar's burning gaze. He seemed to see a lion with burning fighting spirit in his eyes. "?"

I don't understand what you're so excited about all of a sudden.

In fact, he had no idea how far Caesar's imagination had progressed. Emiya was simply recalling the Minamoto no Onna from the previous Tokyo Holy Grail War. "Mai, the Minamoto no Onna you mentioned... Oh, it's him."

This person originally had one arm broken, but now he can function like a normal person, and his combat power has even increased. This is also thanks to the work of himself and Charlotte.

"But, Mai-san, your substitute duties aren't over yet, are they? Don't forget that your job after joining Chaldea is to replace Zero as a member of Team A and participate in the Hidden One Project. Don't miss today's important year-end control room meeting. The end of the year is a special time."

"..." Upon hearing this, Jude Mai covered her head and face with a fashion magazine, speechless with pain. The sofa under her butt hadn't even warmed up yet. She had been toiling all her life...

Emiya's attention returned to the confidential information. He carefully considered this spiritual consciousness connection technology, which was praised by Chaldea as "great", and was essentially similar to the blood pact he signed with the women. He could actually communicate with the Lord of Wa Nono and even Slude who was disguised as Ophelia, even if the latter was pulled away by the aliens in the Hidden Plan.

"Using souls as a medium, it's the blood alliance... No, it's nothing."

"Did you say anything, Emiya? ...The origin and principles of my technology are nothing to be kept secret from you. My people referred to materials related to the Holy Grail War during the development process."

"I went to do some research and heard that there's some kind of contractual connection between Masters and Servant that transcends time and space. I even asked Miss Charlotte, a veteran of that era and a master of this art, to collaborate on research and development, and it worked! Now, everything's ready. All we need is a gust of wind from those enemies!"

Caesar waved his hand casually, with a confident attitude of "We have no rivals ahead". His tone was like the behind-the-scenes boss in all the major productions, who put his hands behind his back and opened a gap in the curtains to let the light illuminate his incredibly handsome face as a blond nobleman, and said in a pretentious manner, "The wind is about to blow" or "When the day breaks, it's time to bankrupt the Wang family."

But the corner of Emiya's mouth twitched. When he thought about the fact that this plan required the Chaldea employees to take part in it, and even that Caesar, as the director, needed to stand in the most conspicuous position under the spotlight to attract enemy attacks, he couldn't hold back.

Even in the original plot of FGO, the Demon Pillar spy planted a bomb under the director's feet while he was speaking, and sent the director, seven members of Group A, and a large number of employees to death on the spot. In the original plot, Flauros, who personally handled this matter, was also awarded the honorary title of "Grand Bomber".

Well, the same logic applies to Caesar. Bearing the prestigious title of Chaldea's most prominent leader, he's expected to stand at the forefront and draw the most fire. In any case, under enemy attack, Caesar, the primary target, certainly won't be treated with much dignity. Therefore, to prevent Caesar from being treated undignified, Emiya decides to ensure he is treated with dignity.

"Even so, it's not enough. Our confrontation with the enemy will cause losses to Chaldea and other personnel. Even the spell you prepared may not be able to save lives."

Emiya's face was serious. "Playing at home, we have to be careful not to neglect one thing while focusing on another... So, I've called in outside help. Calculating the time, they should be verified as outside visitors by now."

"I see. Bringing in new external reinforcements, that's your strategy—no, it's the connections you bring with you as a God Slayer, Emiya. How terrifying!"

Caesar said, the fiery excitement in his blazing eyes growing even stronger. "As expected, I was right. Your early arrangements do have a deeper meaning. You're aiming to catch your opponent off guard when they're off guard!"
bang bang.

There was a knock on the door outside the room. After receiving the answer, the door opened automatically, and the so-called external help - a familiar figure walked in.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Perhaps to celebrate the upcoming New Year's Eve, institutions with a strong academic atmosphere like Chaldea also decorated themselves with lights and colorful decorations. Joyful expressions appeared on everyone's faces, and the magic fireworks and fairy wands produced by Da Vinci's workshop were very popular.

Lu Mingfei was also defrauded of a significant portion of his salary by this unscrupulous, profiteer who appeared to be a big sister, only to receive a few unassuming fairy wands. What was the difference between these and any other fairy wands sold in any other small shop? Could this be a scam to trick children?
Damn that profiteer, a tycoon, relying on Chaldea's status as the only legally-owned business to run holiday promotions... This scheme is exactly the same as the rip-off, overpriced merchandise in scenic spots...

"Ten more boxes."

Ling next to her spoke in a rich woman-like manner and paid the amount with a card under Lu Mingfei's wide-eyed gaze. Da Vinci, who collected the money, smiled like a flower. Lu Mingfei seriously suspected that this big bitch was about to laugh uncontrollably!

"Thank you for your patronage and welcome your next visit."

Tsk tsk, Lu Mingfei seemed to sense from these words the meaning of "It's so easy to make money, stupid people with a lot of money, come back quickly." Speaking of which, every time the little devil Lu Mingze appeared in front of him, he was always dressed in expensive clothes and accompanied by a glass of expensive red wine, which showed that this guy was not short of money.

In that case, if he is happy to play the game of cross-dressing rich woman, why should I worry about it?
Lu Mingfei watched indifferently as Ling ran alone to the observation deck under the Chaldea Dome and lit a fairy wand. Brightly colored magic patterns and artistic colorful words gushed out from it, sketching either freehand or gorgeous designs in the air, which would dissipate after a long time. He sniffed carefully and found that there was no smell of gunpowder at all. Shit, could it be a fire element alchemical firework?

I have to say that although unscrupulous businessmen may cheat people out of their money, their technology and quality are still up to par.

Ignoring the seemingly indifferent Ling, Lu Mingfei walked around and stopped to set off his fireworks. He suddenly remembered that when he was still in his hometown, he used to use simpler and plain colored bead tube fireworks to fight with his fat cousin Lu Mingze. Maybe a few kids with snot hanging from their noses from the same neighborhood joined in with great interest. They got so excited that they simply tied several colored bead tubes together and used them as a "machine gun".

The scene was like this, with firecrackers blasting all over the sky, and all kinds of flying fireworks streaking straight through the air, looking like bright tracer missiles under the dark night sky. The scenes from Star Wars emerged from the mischievous perspective of the children... until the aunt ran downstairs cursing and roaring like a lion, which brought the cousins ​​to a sad end.

"Ouch! Who the hell doesn't have eyes? Don't they know you can't set off fireworks towards people?"

Lu Mingfei's hands trembled for a moment before he realized that he had made a mistake. He hurriedly apologized, and found that the person who spoke was actually the "long-lost" Finger!
"Hey, isn't this my good brother Lu Mingfei?" Finger's attitude immediately improved when he saw this guy. After all, he had taken care of his business. He glanced at Lu Mingfei's work badge and showed an envious look.

"Little brother, you've been rising through the ranks! Now you're the head of the medical department. How much money must you be making? Haha, I haven't seen you lately. I guess Brother Lu is living a carefree life lately!"

Lu Mingfei's eyes twitched. He was too embarrassed to say that he was overwhelmed by the sea of ​​questions. Apart from watching VTB and giving money as rewards, he really didn't find anything fun. He casually changed the subject:

"Why are you talking about money right when we meet? You know, talking about money hurts feelings! We're the top people in Chaldea, after all. How can we be so vulgar? Right now, thinking about the upcoming New Year's Eve, we should be actively imagining a bright future for humanity, talking about moral ideals and the infinitely beautiful starry sky above us!"

Finger scratched his head, "Brother, are you a Kant reader?"

"Kang what? I only know Master Kang."

"Oh, just pretend I didn't say anything," Finkel pursed his lips. "Come, let me introduce you to a good brother I met recently. He's the operator directly in charge of the control room, Chaldeas!"

How many good brothers do you have?
Lu Mingfei saw a thin man with glasses from behind Finger's bull-like figure, "Uh, hello, Mr. Operator!"

"How can you introduce someone like that? I'm not an operator. I have a name, Videl!" The thin man adjusted his glasses and protested.

"Haha, your name is a little hard to pronounce," Finkel said embarrassedly. "Well, why don't we go to the cafeteria for a few drinks while we still have time!"

"You want to take advantage of our money and eat and drink for free? I tell you, it's too late!" Biddle looked cunning, he would not give Finkel the chance to take advantage.

Finkel was about to reply when he heard Caesar's voice over the radio, "All Chaldea employees, please come to the control room. The first official spirit particle transfer meeting will begin in 15 minutes!"

(End of this chapter)