In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Lawrence felt a sudden pang of anxiety.

What exactly happened at the London Singularity?

谷蘨

......

Ground.

Adroson seemed to sense something.

"Is it a Servant summoned autonomously within a barrier? A Caster's Servant?" He frowned slightly. "Or is it something else?"

"You look like something happened to you?" Shakespeare looked at Adroson with amusement.

Adroson glanced at him and said indifferently, "I won't be any accidents. Mind your own business, Shakespeare. I don't like talkative people."

“This is truly distressing. Isn’t a strong desire for self-expression one of the qualities of a great artist?” Shakespeare said with regret. “And now you want to erase this quality from us. How cruel.”

“It’s simply because you have a strong desire to perform. Don’t project your own experience onto all artists.” Adroson manipulated a bunch of magic instruments in front of him, his attention not on Shakespeare at all, yet he could converse with him freely. “I knew many artists during my lifetime, especially my father, who was perhaps the greatest artist. He didn’t have the strong desire to perform that you’re talking about.”

"Oh dear, that's a sharp rebuttal, leaving me somewhat speechless." Shakespeare smacked his lips. "So, Mr. Andersen, what are your thoughts?"

"You guys talk your stuff, I don't want to get involved." Although Andersen was locked up, he didn't have many thoughts about it. "For me, this is the happiest time of leisure. How great it is when no one is urging me to write!"

"You rascal..."

Adroson ignored the commotion on the ground, assuming it was simply a somewhat wary caster summoned autonomously within the barrier.

......

On the ground, near Greenwich in London, Fujimaru Ritsuka and her group had already encountered the magical reaction that Roman had mentioned.

It was a person who moved slowly, whose face was obscured, and who was dressed in expensive clothes.

He looked somewhat ethereal, but there was definitely a magical aura emanating from him.

Lawrence looked at the man and frowned.

If her perception is correct, this strange "person" should be grieving.

"Hello?" she greeted. She was in charge of Chaldea's negotiations in the Singularities.

The "person" seemed oblivious to Lawrence's presence, and simply strolled slowly through the streets of Greenwich, like a walking corpse.

Some words could be faintly heard coming from his mouth.

"Why... am I so gentle to everyone, and so incredibly tolerant of everyone?"

"Why do they treat me like an outsider and try to harm me...?"

He was disheveled and walked slowly, his words difficult to understand.

"Could this be... a phantom spirit?" Lawrence muttered, rubbing his chin.

"Phantom Spirit?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked curiously.

“The composition of Phantom Spirits is somewhat similar to that of Heroic Spirits,” Lawrence explained to Fujimaru Ritsuka. “However, most Phantom Spirits are fictional, existing only in stories and legends. They do not actually exist, but due to their fame and many other reasons, they are able to obtain a form of existence similar to a Spirit Origin through certain channels.”

“Of course, there are many other special cases, but you can roughly understand the Phantom Spirit as a ‘fictional character’.” Lawrence looked at the Phantom Spirit that was gradually walking away and pursed his lips.

"But the conditions for the existence of a phantom are even more stringent than those for a servant... If this really is a phantom, then what exactly happened in London that would cause a phantom to appear?"

In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

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Chapter 703 Three-Bread Sandwich

"Doctor, are you looking at me?" Mashu called out into the communication device.

“I saw it. Lawrence was right. That was indeed a phantom.” Roman’s small screen reappeared. “It seems that the reason for the phantom’s existence is the ‘anomaly’ that exists in London. Please investigate.”

“I have a question, Romani,” Camilla said, stepping in front of the group. “Could this thing really pose a threat?”

“I don’t know, but my advice is to be cautious.” Roman shook his head. “As Lawrence said, although Phantoms exist in a similar way to Servants, we don’t know much about them because of their demanding formation conditions. I don’t know if they really pose a threat, but it’s always good to be careful.”

"Is that so?" Camilla nodded slightly.

"In short, there are many reactions around you that resemble phantoms, mixed in with what should be the reactions of real Servants. Be careful—"

click -

Suddenly, the communication equipment seemed to malfunction.

Luo Song, who was underground, flicked the magic circle in front of him and frowned slightly.

"The information being transmitted from the outside in, I hadn't even noticed it before..." He spoke softly, his eyes slightly narrowed. "Honestly, what's going on?"

"Who transmits information from the outside in? And who receives this information?"

"Magician, what's wrong? Have you run into trouble?" Shakespeare's talkative voice once again reached Adrosson's ears.

“I told you to shut up!” Adroson looked a little annoyed. “I don’t want to talk to you right now. Can’t you learn from Hans Christian Andersen? Just shut up and let me concentrate on observing London.”

“I can’t fulfill your request, and I have nothing else to do, so why can’t I speak?”

Luo Song's lips twitched slightly. He decided to ignore this annoying chatterbox and focus on his own business.

“The location is Greenwich… and the same location as the previous Servant’s reaction.” Rosen realized that something unexpected might have occurred.

"...Let's eliminate the threat first, Shakespeare. 'Draw' a King Lear at the location I designate." Rosson turned and ordered, "Since we can't 'draw' a non-existent phantom, we should be able to create one that exists."

“…” Shakespeare fell silent.

"Hurry up, or I'll continue to reflect your inner thoughts." Luo Song's eyes narrowed.

“Sigh…” Shakespeare sighed and voluntarily linked his spirit origin to the mirror that had locked him away.

On the ground, the Chaldeans, whose communications had been cut off, remained on guard, while underground, Rosson waved his finger across the magic circle.

A singularity appeared out of thin air in the space in front of Lawrence, and before Lawrence could even speak, the singularity suddenly grew larger.

It turned into... a mirror.

A magnificent, precious mirror made of jewels.

"Master, step back!" Mash stood in front of the group, watching the mirror warily.

Lawrence has set up the Magic's defensive line, and Camila and Simonetta are also ready for battle.

As Rosson manipulated the magic circle, mirrors appeared in the air above Lawrence and the others, on the ground, and even in the waters of the Thames River, though they were all small mirrors.

"...What's going on? Have enemies appeared?" Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the beautiful mirrors, her hand on Mash's back.

In the largest mirror in front of them, something that was not a reflection appeared.

That thing... was tall, strong, and wielded a giant sword.

Their faces were also obscured, as if they were walking corpses.

He wore a crown, but his eyes were lifeless.

However, she took steps in the mirror.

“Mirrors and mirrors, connected by my gem magic,” Adroson muttered to himself. “Illuminating the heart, revealing images, revealing reality, that is…”

"Phantom Spirit, King Lear."

谷釾

He spoke calmly, a hint of pride in his eyes.

As a mystery created by Adroson himself, the Jewel Magic is naturally more powerful when he uses it than when others use it.

Jewel magic is not known for its power, but rather for its high plasticity and compatibility with various magical forces.

It can be used to make all sorts of useful tools, and mirrors are one of them.

However, Rosson could turn this mirror into one of his most terrifying magic tricks.

"Red Crystal Stone" was the name given to Rosson when he was still at the Clock Tower.

It reflects everything with a jeweled mirror: reflections of sights, light, magic, matter, and even... the heart itself.

By connecting the mirrors, the image of Shakespeare's inner "King Lear" is reflected, and then the magic is reflected through other small mirrors, allowing the magic to gather on the large mirror.

boom--

And so, King Lear came into this world.

"An enemy unit has appeared and is showing signs of aggression, Master—" Mash reported loudly.

"Prepare for battle!"

call--

Simonetta pounced immediately, and Camila disappeared into the crimson.

The phantom wielding the giant sword possessed immense strength, but its speed was not fast. Simonetta used his speed to dodge the towering phantom's slashes and reached for the phantom's shoulder.

Phantom took a step back to avoid Simonetta's attack, but suffered a wound in his back.

Camilla retrieved her scepter and disappeared back into the crimson hue.

The phantom, oblivious to the pain, continued to reach for Simonetta.

"Ugh—" Simonetta's eyes were bloodshot as she gripped the handle tightly. In battle mode, she was absolutely worthy of her Berserker class.

bang——

Mashu caught the phantom's heavy sword head-on, then slammed it back, taking advantage of the phantom's unsteady center of gravity to strike directly at it.

"Hey!"

With a sweeping kick, Mashu struck Phantom's ankle, and together with Simonetta, pushed Phantom backward.

puff--

Camilla activated her vampire powers, and a sense of weakness appeared on Phantom Spirit's body. Then, her claws shot out and stabbed into Phantom Spirit's chest from behind, crushing his spirit core.

As the phantom slowly dissipated, Fujimaru Ritsuka breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you for your hard work, everyone... wait a minute."

Before she could finish speaking, a new anomaly occurred.

In the mirror, another identical, tall phantom appeared, walking outside.