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"And as it turns out, that idiot Kodas has completely disappeared because of his own stupidity, but the people he sent out also met a bad end. The result was that they all disappeared without exception."

"All gone?"

After this news broke, some people couldn't help but raise their voices.

"Yes, they're all missing. Not a single one of them left the snow mountain safely. Seven elite members of the Legal and Political Affairs Investigation Department, along with Kodas, their ace, were lost. So this time, the Legal and Political Affairs Department's losses are nothing short of bloodshed. Four priests and three ceremonial priests are all dead. Someone has to take responsibility for this."

"Was the loss really that great? Then—"

Upon hearing this shocking news, the magician asked in a deep voice, "Does Barthezello know about this?"

"Obviously they don't know, otherwise the clock tower wouldn't be so calm."

The man shook his head and replied, "Because we need to investigate the real reason for the burning of humanity, Barthezello, as the acting dean, has already gone to the Atlas Institute for consultation. You all know very well that place; it is completely isolated from the world, and you can't receive any news there. Nowadays, the Department of Law and Politics is handled by the guys from the Investigation Department."

"Heh, the investigation department, now that you mention it, I do remember him. You're the one Barthemello promoted from the branch family, right? I still remember his arrogant face. I never expected that this guy would cause such a mess while Barthemello was away, resulting in such huge losses. His fate is sealed. No wonder the other noble factions didn't show up this time or simply left because it wasn't their business. It turns out that with their master absent, the stray dogs acted on their own, leading to this outcome."

As members of the democratic faction, some people gloated upon hearing this news.

After all, the democratic faction has been displeased with aristocracy for a long time, and their struggles have long since escalated to the point of bloodshed. Now that the once invincible Department of Law and Politics has fallen to such a state, how can they not kick it while it's down?

"So... let's all think of a solution first? Forget about those boring things in the law and political science department, the question now is—what should we do? How should we do it?"

Finally, Tramberg, the democratic leader and leader of all the basic science departments, who was sitting in the main seat, spoke.

Although the setbacks suffered by the Department of Law and Politics were good news, he wasn't interested in what was going on with Barthezmello. He was more interested in the opinions of the people present and what the democratic faction should do.

Is it about protecting oneself and avoiding troubled waters?

Or should we take a gamble and seize the opportunity to rise to power?

And this kind of problem doesn't even require thinking about.

Even if they were genuinely frightened, none of them were willing to back down.

After all, danger and opportunity go hand in hand. Holding back will only lead to missed opportunities. Throughout history, countless opportunities have vanished in an instant. They have remained unknown for so long, some even into their twilight years, yet they still cannot see any hope of opening the door to truth. Now that this opportunity has appeared before them, any magician who seeks the path of magic will not refuse it.

Therefore, the answer is quite obvious.

"Since you all have this idea, then go ahead and make contact. This is a rare opportunity."

"I propose that Lord El-Melloi II, the modern-day sovereign of the Department of Magic who may have some connection with that person, go on the behalf of the Clock Tower, carrying gifts to express goodwill, and take this opportunity to recognize the true nature of that being."

When Rovi was mentioned, Tramberg couldn't help but get excited.

"If all of this is true, this matter will affect the development of the Clock Tower for the next hundred years. We must win the friendship of Chaldea! We must make that god have a favorable impression of us!"

"The significance of this gift-giving lies not only in the positive value that deity has for us, but also in preventing him from venting his anger and mistakes on us because of the stupidity of the Department of Law and Politics! In any case, we will never pay the price for the stupidity of others."

Although their democratic faction was poor, they were still a large family.

He had looked into Chaldea and done some research beforehand. It was just an observatory, built by the astronomy department at great expense. The funding and environment there couldn't possibly be anything special.

Since that's the case, he'll decide to play to their liking.

Rather than trying to please a being who might be a god of magic with meaningless magical materials or mundane objects, it would be more appropriate to give Chaldea what they need, allowing them to see their efforts and sincerity.

Ultimately, it was the leader, Tramberg, who quickly grasped the key point through analysis of only a few scattered clues.

He then decided to use a quarter of the democratic faction's budget for this project first, and if that's true, he would use the other half.

As for the research conducted by each faction this year, it's clear that each family will have to pay for it themselves.

Upon learning of this strategy, they were surprised by Tramberg's decisiveness, but had no objections.

Under normal circumstances, they would fight anyone who dared to cut off their funding and research grants, but in this situation, money is nothing compared to the hope of reaching the truth.

They even had a backup plan.

If the situation in Chaldea is true, the democratic faction wouldn't even need to spend money; they would sell everything they own and spare no expense to do it.

All in order to gain the attention of the gods.

-

Meanwhile, on the other side.

In an aristocratic conference room.

Because Barthez was absent, and the head of the investigation department did not show up, the argument on the aristocratic side became even more intense due to the lack of a figurehead.

They were also scrambling to prepare gifts for their first meeting and trying to find out the truth.

But no matter which side you're on, there will always be one unlucky person in the end.

That was El-Melloi II, Weber Velvet.

No matter what choice he makes, he is going to Chaldea today. This is the common will of both the aristocratic and democratic factions, and he alone cannot refuse it.

Although Weber had known all along that things would turn out this way, he still felt somewhat helpless when he found out.

For him, it was like being forced to go through the gates of hell.

Although he knew in his heart that it was extremely dangerous, he hadn't originally intended to refuse.

After all, he had news about Mr. Kenneth and his classmate, Rowe. This time, he had to go and see for himself. If the other party was indeed Rowe from a parallel world, then he had to ask Mr. Kenneth and himself in person what kind of people they were.

Although this cannot erase his past mistakes, it can at least put his mind at ease.

So Weber didn't attend the meeting. Instead, he went back to pack his things and prepare to leave. He didn't know if he would come back alive. So this time, he, who was always looked down upon by various factions, was unusually tough and told these guys to hurry up and finalize things. He was leaving tomorrow and wouldn't wait any longer.

The other monarchs didn't say anything this time, but were busy exchanging information about how to deal with Chaldea.

Other members of the aristocracy.

The higher-ups, who had just finalized the plan to give gifts, apologize, and distance themselves from that idiot in the Department of Law and Politics, are already arguing fiercely about what to give.

So what exactly are we sending?

"Need I say more? It's definitely top-tier magic materials and a magic furnace. Aren't these the kinds of gifts magicians exchange?"

"Fool, that's for ordinary magicians. If that person is truly a god, giving them something like that is no different from a beggar trying to bribe a king with copper coins. It might even be considered an insult to that being!"

"That's right, but the magicians of Chaldea don't seem to be traditional magicians. They seem to be using a fusion of technology and magic, a branch of modern magic. Do you know what kind of things magicians of this style usually like?"

"Modern Magic Department? We wouldn't normally bother with such unorthodox methods. El-Melloi II should know about it, but he doesn't want to see us right now."

"That's quite normal, isn't it? After all, we forced him to accept that kind of mission. In that case, let's try a different approach. Also, Your Majesty Lord Gaius, I'm warning you, you useless groundhog. Please note that if you continue to slander Chaldea as a heretical sect, I will represent the will of all the monarchs and kick your ass hard with my studded boots!"

"It was my fault, I'm sorry..."

"Just remember that. Don't let your stupidity drag us all down with you. The trouble the Legal Affairs Department has caused is already deadly enough."

"So, what should we send? That place is so harsh, let's just send something practical, like manpower, money, and other things, okay?"

“That makes sense! But directly sending people over could easily be seen as having ulterior motives, wouldn’t that be suspected of infiltrating Chaldea?”

"Give us money directly? Give us a lot, give us plenty!"

"That won't work either, since the nature of the problem would be completely changed."

"This won't work, that won't work, what else can we send? A beautiful woman?!"

“Hey, what you said makes sense! After all, no one has ever said that gods are celibate. It’s perfectly normal for them to like beautiful women, right? After all, even the main gods like Odin, Zeus, and Indra have such preferences. I happen to know a magician named Koyanskaya in the Clock Tower who would be perfect for this position.”

"No, let's stick with magic materials!"

Clearly, this suggestion was not accepted by everyone, and the meeting room soon erupted into another argument.

"Stop arguing! While you're arguing, those democratic factions have already made their move. We need to hurry and act. I already know what's the best thing to send!"

While they were arguing, a high-ranking old magician suddenly spoke up.

"what?"

Everyone turned to look.

"For now, sending supplies is enough. Let's learn from Transpelio's pragmatism and arrange for manpower to help Chaldea expand later. This way, it's both respectable and conspicuous, ensuring Chaldea always remembers our kindness. Moreover, if that god truly resides in Chaldea, our actions can be considered building a temple for him, the highest honor. As for suggestions about beautiful women, we don't necessarily have to completely reject them. After all, it's said that when that god appeared, there were two beautiful women with him."

"It makes sense!"

Many monarchs suddenly realized the truth.

"Then let's get started! Quickly gather a year's worth of supplies and have El-Melloi II transport them for us. Building materials also need to be prepared in advance! Remember! They must be covered with aristocratic symbols, so that he will remember us!"

"Wait for me! I'll go and transfer Koyanskaya to Chaldea right away!"

-

the next morning.

Webber, the messenger of the Clock Tower, sat alone in the center of the Clock Tower Airport, a cigar dangling from his lips, leisurely exhaling a smoke ring.

As he looked at the dozen or so cargo planes parked in front of him, loaded with all sorts of materials and supplies, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"Should I send something too?"

He reached into his pocket and touched it, but it was empty.

Soon after, the leaders of various factions also arrived here before setting off.

Whether they were from democratic factions, aristocratic groups, or neutral parties, all the big names and figures who were magicians came here, ostensibly to see him off.

These big shots, who usually looked down on him with arrogance, now acted like close friends who were about to part ways, their faces full of reluctance, some even shedding tears. Their acting was so good that they almost believed it themselves. But before leaving, each of them reminded Webber not to forget them after he arrived, because they were his close friends!

Although Weber didn't know exactly when he became close friends with them, he still had to go through with it on the surface. However, compared to these empty words, he would have preferred them to say something like, "You don't need to pay me back."

After much hesitation and unspoken words, he boarded the plane and prepared to depart.

"well.

Weber let out a sigh of relief and then sat down on the plane.

Below, there was still a look of reluctance, and an emphasis on remembering their monarch.

"This is such a hassle."

Weber sighed, then glanced down at the ground and suddenly sensed that something was amiss.

Weber immediately began to think about it seriously.

He began to recall the figures and names of the people who had just arrived.

Aristocratic, democratic, and neutral monarchs—all those who could come—were present, or at the very least, they sent high-ranking officials to see them off. But something seemed to be missing… and it was something quite obvious.

He thought about it carefully for a moment before suddenly realizing that no one from the Legal Affairs Department had come over.

Suddenly, an extremely ominous premonition arose in Weber's mind.