Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 125 The Holy Grail War in Snowfield City, the Emperor's Name Spreads Throughout the Magic World

"I've already had someone check on the ceremony in Fuyuki City, and it's clear that it was tampered with. There are signs that the ceremony was manipulated, and even the spiritual veins were moved. Now it's certain that someone is behind this."

Two days after the suspected magical attack on the clock tower, the forensic department, under immense pressure and having gained nothing in two days, could only issue a statement saying that the matter was still under investigation. Meanwhile, Lord El-Melloi II, who knew the inside story, had no choice but to reconvene the meeting that should have been held two days earlier.

Lord El-Melloi II, whose real name was Waver Velvet, was one of the few survivors of the Fourth Fuyuki Holy Grail War.

After the Holy Grail War ended, out of deep remorse for stealing his mentor Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald's relics and indirectly causing his death in the Holy Grail War, he gritted his teeth and took on an astronomical amount of debt to buy El-Melloi's classroom. Later, he even took on the responsibility of the disintegrating El-Melloi name as the acting monarch.

With his insight far surpassing his peers and his top-notch teaching ability, El-Melloi II almost universally accepted all the "problem children" in the Clock Tower who were not accepted by the mainstream aristocratic system.

Those exceptionally talented but eccentric individuals who defied the rules of the magic world were miraculously gathered together by him, allowing El-Melloi Classroom to gradually grow into a formidable emerging force within the Clock Tower.

As someone who had personally experienced the Holy Grail War, El-Melloi II was far more vigilant and attentive than others to this Holy Grail War, which was about to begin in Snowfield, USA, and which replicated the Fuyuki ritual.

Meanwhile, Shirou Emiya and Rin Tohsaka, who are also participants in the Fifth Holy Grail War, are sitting in this underground lecture hall, participating in this intelligence analysis meeting.

However, while everyone was analyzing the possibility of the Holy Grail Ritual occurring in Snowfield City, Shirou Emiya remained distracted.

His thoughts had already drifted far away, and he was completely immersed in his own world, his mind replaying the blue-gold spear that had pierced the London sky two days ago, carrying an overwhelming pressure that could annihilate everything.

"Shirou?"

"Lord El-Melloi II, or a participant in the Fourth Holy Grail War," Waver whispered, interrupting Shirou's thoughts.

"Are you thinking about something important?"

Shirou Emiya glanced at the student council members in the classroom, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Teacher, where did Viktor go?"

"Victor? He asked for leave three days ago, saying he had to go on a long trip. What happened?"

"No, it's nothing. I just haven't seen him for the past two days and I can't contact him, so I'm curious."

Emiya Shirou had a vague feeling of unease, but he didn't tell anyone why. Only his partner, Tohsaka Rin, noticed the problem and planned to ask her about it later.

"Can't get in touch with him? I'll try calling him in a bit. It should be fine; you know Viktor's personality."

After offering a brief word of comfort to his student Shirou Emiya, Waver didn't say anything more, but he had already firmly etched this matter, along with Viktor's unusual behavior over the past few days, into his heart.

After all, Victor was not only his most reliable head teaching assistant in El-Melloi's classroom (he was the only one), but also one of the few friends he could let his guard down in this clock tower. Like Shirou Emiya, he cared about and worried about this gentle young man who always hid secrets.

Just as everyone was secretly discussing the unfolding of the Holy Grail War in Snowfield City, a barely perceptible ripple suddenly appeared in the barrier set up in the underground lecture hall.

Frat Escaldes, the number one "problem child" in El-Melloi classroom and known as the "idiot genius," had silently broken through the barrier and squatted in the shadows at the back of the lecture hall, burying his head in his hands. He had overheard every word of this confidential discussion about the Holy Grail War.

Thus, a bold idea to join the war began to take shape in his mind.

On the other side of the ocean, in the snowy city of Xueyuan, a severe winter blizzard had been falling for three days and three nights.

In the enclosed room on the top floor of the municipal building, the warm light and the biting cold outside the window created an extreme contrast.

The mastermind behind this Holy Grail War in Snowfield City, the local police chief Orlando Levy, stared intently at the woman on the sofa, his tone filled with the anger of being deceived.

François, now known as Francesca, the Millennium Magician, was one of the observers who stood with Nero Chaos in the Reality Marble and watched the entire Fuyuki Holy Grail War with a cold eye.

"Emperor? The future ruler of humanity? Why didn't you say so before? If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I'll have to reconsider our alliance."

When the police chief learned that François' ultimate goal in organizing this Holy Grail War was to summon the supreme ruler from the future who would govern all of human civilization, his disgust was practically written all over his face.

Having grown up in an environment of "beacon of freedom," he has a natural, almost instinctive aversion to this kind of authoritarian ruler.

In his view, the future of humanity should be a bright path of increasing openness and freedom, and should never regress to a dark age of being controlled by one person and blindly following the crowd.

François paid no heed to his anger and resistance. She lay lazily on the sofa, her hands raised above her head, humming an old song that no one could understand, while slowly and deliberately carving the block of wood with a carving knife.

A thousand years is enough for her to smooth out any rough edges and hone any skill to its fullest potential. Even when the wood carving has only just taken shape, the majesty and aura that belong to Robert Guilliman and are unique to the Primarch have already emanated from the wood.

"Because people are curious."

Francesca spoke before Police Chief Orlando completely lost his temper, her sweet tone full of pleasure.

"What are Heroic Spirits? They're legends of the past, the crystallization of history, guardians of humanity whose obsessions in life have been sublimated. They're pretty boring beings, but during the war in Fuyuki, a Heroic Spirit from the future actually appeared! I'm really curious about its secrets and want to summon it to find out!"

The thought that even he himself had recalled the real Holy Grail War made François believe that those who had watched the show with him must have remembered it too, and were probably already on their way here.

As François imagined the carving knife gently tracing the eyebrows and eyes of the wooden sculpture, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth into a sweet and sly chuckle.

Fortunately, she had planned this Holy Grail War in Snowfield City long ago, which allowed her to maintain a firm grip on the initiative.

After all, now it's possible that even the one in the tower, her master's master, might appear.

At this thought, a crazy idea instantly exploded in her mind.

She casually tossed the carving knife and wood carving onto the sofa, then pulled out Orlando's phone and made a video call to Faldius Diorand, another mastermind behind this counterfeit Holy Grail War, who was backed by the government.

As soon as the video call connected, before the other magician could even speak, François, with a bright smile, stunned him: "I have some new information that needs to be spread! I want to tell the entire magic world that the ritual of this Holy Grail War can summon Heroic Spirits from the future!"

Moreover, thirty thousand years from now, there will be a being called "Emperor" who will rule over all of humanity!

Faldius on the other side of the screen froze completely.

He even subconsciously raised his hand to adjust the volume on his phone to make sure he hadn't misheard. He stood there stunned for a full two seconds before finally managing to squeeze out a gasp of absurdity and disbelief: "Huh???"

But François, the instigator, didn't care about his astonishment at all. He even waved the wooden carving in his hand at the camera, laughing sweetly and crazy.

What seemed like a whim of hers was indeed just a whim.

However, she actually understood very well that she wanted to use this human ruler from the future as bait to lure all those ancient monsters who had lived for thousands of years, as well as those who had been spectators with her five years ago, into the Holy Grail War in Snowfield City and create a grand, earth-shattering carnival.

That would be quite interesting.

However, Faldius didn't believe a word of her nonsense.

In his view, this was just the other person's ingrained madness acting up again, nothing more than a whim and a foolish act.

He patiently gave a few perfunctory replies, then hung up the call and rubbed his temples, putting the matter aside as if it were a joke.

He only stopped abruptly when his assistant secretary asked him softly whether they should spread the news as Francesca had requested.

He leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingertips on the armrest as he pondered for a long time. Now that the news of the Holy Grail War had been released, the number of foolish magicians he had summoned should be enough; there was no need to release this kind of news.

But considering that the other party might keep searching for him, and that he already had enough to do as a public servant, he figured he might as well just find two random people to spread some information, since he was spreading information anyway.

Finally, he looked up at his secretary and uttered two words that he would regret for the rest of his life: "Do it."

No one expected that this joke, which Faldius casually tossed aside, would spread throughout the world's secretive magic circles at an almost eerie speed in just a few days.

Its fermentation effect is hundreds of times stronger than the countless resources and meticulously planned publicity they previously invested.

The Holy Grail War in Snowfield City, which was ridiculed by orthodox magicians as a "fake ritual that can't be brought to the table" just the day before, has overnight become the absolute focus of the entire magic world. Countless magicians hiding in the shadows have flocked to Snowfield City like madmen.

The trigger that ignited all of this was so simple that it caught everyone off guard. The Second Magician, the Gemstone Elder, who had lived for a thousand years and whose magic was so respected even by the clock tower monarchs, suddenly appeared at the clock tower without warning. Not only did he take on another disciple, but he also personally confirmed the existence of the "future heroic spirit" and the "emperor who rules over mankind" during a casual conversation with several core monarchs.

The magicians, who had initially dismissed it as madness, were instantly enraged. The Holy Grail that could break through the barriers of time and summon future heroes? An emperor who would rule the future of humanity? Either way, it was enough to make them personally go there.

Far away in the Snowfield City Hall, Faldius felt as if his blood had frozen the moment he received the secret report.

It was only then that he realized that Francesca had not lied.

What she said is all true!!!

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