A crossover anime, where people are in Classroom of the Imaginary Era, and behind the scenes, the ki

at the same time.

Inside the chief's office at the Xueyuan City Police Department.

Sheriff Orlando Reeves, who is also the fake Caster Alexandre Dumas Master, is standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

With a distorted light and shadow, Francesca, known as the Flying Princess, appeared out of thin air beside him.

She maintained her flippant, girlish demeanor, hands behind her back, peering at the screen behind Orlando that was displaying live feeds from the police station lobby, and cheerfully struck up a conversation:

"Oh my, new rice."

"Did you get a good look at the earth-shattering battle between the King of Uruk and that weapon's best friend?"

"That's a spectacular sight that even uproots the wasteland and makes the earth groan in despair!"

"There is absolutely no more amazing opening performance in the world than this."

Orlando didn't even lift his eyelids, completely ignoring the illusion created by Yokohime, and simply turned his head to stare at the surveillance camera downstairs with a calm expression.

Inside the police station lobby, Dead Apostle Jesta was lifting a solid wood sofa with one hand and, as if wielding a fly swatter, casually smashing it at Hansa, the overseer and agent sent by the Holy Church.

Around them, twenty-eight police elites, wielding Noble Phantasms meticulously crafted by Alexandre Dumas and imbued with mystical power to align with the Cú Chulainn myth, surrounded Jesta and his Servants, attempting to strangle them.

Orlando took a deep breath and coldly uttered:

What are you doing here?

Hengfei Ji didn't feel embarrassed at all, and chuckled lightly without responding immediately.

Instead, like a carefree little girl, she skipped and hopped around to Orlando's back.

She hummed a light, rhythmic tune, as if practicing some ancient musical theater steps.

After gently turning around, she reached out and placed her finger on Orlando's shoulder, murmuring meaningfully:

"I bet you won't have the chance to witness the first opening ceremony in person... So, are you going to miss this prelude that follows?"

"That's such a pity!"

Orlando's eyes darkened, and he slapped away the hand that was on his shoulder as if shooing away a flying insect.

He bent down and picked up the sword made by Alexandre Dumas from the table.

He turned and strode toward the door, showing no intention of responding to Hengfei Ji's teasing.

Francesca watched his departing figure, and instead of being annoyed, she gently shook her head.

She deftly supported herself on the desk with one hand, pressing half of her fasting device against the edge of the desk, her slender legs swinging lightly in mid-air.

"Sa~ Let me take a good look."

"You 'uninvited guests' who shouldn't even be part of this predetermined script, do you even deserve to be pawns on the chessboard...?"

The girl hummed an off-key tune, looked up at the leaden gray sky outside the window that was not yet dawn, and murmured softly:

"Well, having witnessed the earth-shattering battle between the King of Uruk and his best friend, how dare you appear on the stage of Snowfield City?"

"At the very least, they should have some skills, right?"

"As a newcomer, don't let this little thing get to you and discourage you, that would be so boring..."

At this point, Hengfei Ji's swaying legs suddenly stopped.

She pursed her lips and gave a strange smile.

"Hmm... but thinking about it carefully, if they really get scared out of their wits, then... it might actually be kind of fun?"

......

When Orlando rushed to the lobby downstairs at the police station.

The battle has been going on for some time.

Jesta and Hansa, the agent of the Holy Scripture Church, were locked in battle.

The twenty-eight elite police officers carefully selected by Orlando, despite wielding counterfeit Noble Phantasms, still appeared extremely vulnerable in the aftermath of this monstrous battle.

Many people have tried to forcefully intervene in the battle, only to be seized by Kyoko and cruelly killed as if they were insects.

Looking at the blood and severed limbs scattered on the ground, Orlando frowned deeply:

"Even with the Noble Phantasm crafted by Alexandre Dumas... there really is still a considerable gap between humans and true Servant Noble Phantasms..."

Just then.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, Jesta was sent flying by Hansa's powerful blow, his entire body staggering backward like a cannonball.

His trajectory as he flew backwards was about to land in front of Orlando, who had just arrived on the battlefield.

Orlando's eyes narrowed, and he instantly drew his sword, ready to fight the dead apostle.

Unfortunately, he severely underestimated his opponent's strength.

Even as the police chief of a special place like Snowfield City, his physical fitness and combat skills are among the best in the world.

But in the end, he was just an ordinary person without any mystical protection.