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—Spiritual Transfer—

The so-called "spiritual transfer" is the act of converting a human into a spiritual particle and sending them back to the past to intervene in the phenomenon.

Simply put, it's time travel back in time, but this isn't something anyone can do. Only humans with excellent magic circuits and Master aptitude can embark on this journey.

In fact, Gudako was originally an ordinary person, without the qualifications to be a magician.

However, Chaldea is a place where magic and science combine. Masters here need to be able to travel through time using spirit particle transfer, and Gudako has a very high aptitude for spirit particle transfer, so she was chosen to join Chaldea.

"I remember at the very beginning, my senior fell asleep during the pre-event preparation meeting and was kicked out by the director."

Mashu chuckled softly as she recalled amusing events from the past.

As Gudako listened to Mashu recount her embarrassing past, she quickly raised her hand to cover her flushed face.

"Ahh, don't look at me, don't look at me...!"

At this moment, Leonardo da Vinci smiled and struck up a conversation with Shirou.

"But it was precisely because she was kicked out by the director that she wasn't frozen out; otherwise, it would have been really dangerous."

Gudako was kicked out of the meeting because she fell asleep, and then the control room exploded. Gudako was spared by a twist of fate. After that, the Human Order Burning Incident took place, and she became the last Master.

Having accepted the Grand Order to "protect humanity," Gudako uses the Heroic Spirit Summoning System "Fate" to summon Servants in order to correct the chaotic history of humanity and embarks on a journey to find the Holy Grail and restore humanity.

The so-called Grand Order is the most exalted blood commandment in the magical world. It is the original command held by the family lineage that has continued from before the Common Era to the present day. They must sacrifice themselves for that mission until the extinction of the family. It is an absolute and proud commitment that is like a curse. This is the meaning of Grand Order.

Burning polluted cities, the Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon, the Everlasting Mad Empire, the Sealed End of the Four Seas, the City of Death and Demonic Mist, the Great War of North American Mythology... So far, they have visited many singularities and experienced many magnificent events.

In those singularities, they have met many heroic spirits and fought alongside them.

Unfortunately, once a Heroic Spirit leaves a Singularity, they lose all memories of that place, so even if they encounter one in another Singularity, they will not have any recollection of it.

At that moment, Roman's voice came through the loudspeaker.

"Although the situation should be different from before, the operation itself will not change. We need to find out the cause of the disruption and recover or destroy it. Although I don't think Solomon will be an obstacle, we still need to be careful."

Roman paused as he spoke, and at the same time, a faint blue light began to illuminate the empty room.

"Then—spiritual particle transfer program, initiate!"

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Chapter Two: The Sorrowful Knight

The next moment, a woman's electronic synthesized voice began to echo all around.

"Initiating spirit particle transfer"

"Countdown to Spiritual Particle Transfer Begins"

"3——"

"2——"

"1——"

"The entire project is complete."

The feeling of spiritual transfer was wonderful. My whole body suddenly felt as light as smoke, and my consciousness seemed to pass through a long blue vortex of magic before entering a world of white light. The solidity of my body gradually increased.

The feeling of the wind blowing across my body became increasingly real.

Just as sand got into her mouth, Gudako suddenly cried out dramatically, "Ugh! Mashu! Something...something got into my mouth!"

"S-Senpai!" Mashu quickly pried open Gudako's mouth to check: "It doesn't look like anything strange."

"Because it's already down my throat!!!"

Ignoring Gudako's increasingly comical behavior, Shirou and Da Vinci turned their attention to their surroundings.

This is a boundless desert, as vast and undulating as a yellow sea, where people appear as small as ants.

The sun shines on it, and countless points of light sparkle.

Under the scorching sun, waves of heat rise from the desert, making it feel like even breathing is a surge of heat within one's body.

The fierce winds filled every corner of this desert, sand flew everywhere, and the sky darkened.

"The desert is so annoying..."

Gudako complained, half-covering her eyes with her arm.

“There are cities to the east, but they’re a bit far away,” Shirou said.

"Ah... in this desert, do we really have to walk across?"

Gudako immediately looked miserable.

"Let me do it."

Leonardo da Vinci gave a confident smile and then slightly raised the staff in his hand.

A specially designed vehicle appeared before my eyes amidst surging magical light.

"Oh my! No wonder he's the all-powerful Leonardo da Vinci!"

Gudako praised with shining eyes.

"Hmph, that goes without saying."

Leonardo da Vinci revealed a captivating smile, puffed out his chest, and caused the majestic mountain peaks to tremble with a mesmerizing light.

It is said that Leonardo da Vinci redesigned his own body into that of a woman (Mona Lisa), and that this body was a perfect physique comparable to that of a goddess, and that it could maintain its beauty.

One way

Heading east, with Leonardo da Vinci's help, they arrived at the edge of the desert in about an hour, entering a wilderness.

"Wait... wilderness? Isn't this the time of the Crusades? How could there be vast wilderness in the Middle East during this period?"

Looking at the surrounding scenery, Gudako said in disbelief.

It was a land of death.

Dark and cracked, with occasional bursts of fire rising from the cracks, it stubbornly and persistently burns despite the lack of visible combustible material.

There were no people or animals, and now even plants were nowhere to be seen. Only a few sparse, nearly charred dead trees lay fallen in the unburned areas, adding to the desolate and eerie atmosphere.

After turning on the data instrument to collect external data, Gudako's eyes widened in no time.

"The temperature is 48 degrees Celsius, the relative humidity is 0%, and the magic density in the atmosphere is 0.3 milligrams... This is no longer an environment where humans can survive. No wonder I feel like I'm about to get heatstroke..."

Of everyone present, only Gudako was a 'normal' human. As for Shirou, the only other human like her, he was considered 'abnormal'.

Such an extreme environment would be almost fatal for Gudako.

Although Gudako, Mashu, and Da Vinci exchanged and discussed what they saw, in this singularity, even the strangest things become reasonable, and research and discussion are meaningless.

Instead of wasting time on all this, you might as well go and see the Holy City.

Shirou is now very eager to know whether the Lion King in the Holy City is Saber Alter or his own Saber.

Or are both present, or are they combined?

Regardless of which one it ends up with, it seems like everyone's making a killing...

While Shirou was thinking about these things in a rather unserious way, Gudako was already contacting Chaldea.

"Wow, we finally made contact!"

Roman's image popped up, and he was curiously observing the past environment that Gudako was showing.

"Are you in the desert? Anyway, I'm glad you're alright."

Relieved, Roman continued, "According to the strategy developed by the control room, your top priority is to find the leader of the Crusades, Richard the Lionheart."

Shirou shook his head at that moment.

"There's no need to study those anymore. The Crusaders in this singularity have all been wiped out by the Knights of the Round Table, and if nothing goes wrong, that Lion King should be King Arthur of Britain."

"King Arthur of Britain?"

Roman was immediately surprised.

Just as he was about to ask Shirou, Roman's expression suddenly turned serious.

“We’ll discuss this later. We just detected a huge magical energy reaction near you. It’s the fluctuation of a Servant, and it’s not far from you.”

"It's too late to report, doctor. We've already seen it."

Gudako looked ahead and said.

Over there, a handsome man with long, bright red hair stood quietly with his eyes closed.

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He was dressed in silver-white armor, his pure white cloak fluttering in the wind, a rapier hanging at his waist, and what he held in his hand was more like a harp than a bow.

Opposite him, a thin, dark-skinned, smoking Hassan was cautiously gripping a dagger.

Behind Hassan stood many ragged people, who, judging from their faces, were likely the original inhabitants of this land.

“Tristan…”

Upon seeing the red-haired man for the first time, Shirou immediately recognized his name.

As if he had heard Shirou's voice, Tristan, whose eyes were closed, moved his head slightly. Although he could not see, he could still perceive his surroundings in other ways.

Having confirmed that Shirou was a stranger and that he posed no threat, Tristan continued to point his bow at the refugees.

Although Hassan was doing his utmost to protect the refugees, the disparity in strength between the two sides was simply too great.

Hassan, in a drunken stupor, ultimately sacrificed his own life to prevent Tristan from using his right hand for a day before being killed by him.

Blood flowed, staining the light red under the blazing sun.

Tristan's pure white uniform was also tainted by the blood-red reflection.

Hassan's sacrifice was in vain, because Tristan's attack method was sonic blades.

In other words, he only needs to play the harp to create multiple sound blades, easily killing those unarmed refugees.

The gentle strumming of the strings releases melodious music, yet its sound signifies a brutal murder.

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.