Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

"The process of restoring humanity has not yet reached the most critical moment. Chaldeas needs time to determine the coordinates of the fourth singularity. This is our best chance. Once we miss this opportunity, the rest of the time will not belong to us."

"But I think the time is okay now. It's January 2016, and there's still more than half a year to go until the time Leif mentioned."

"Well, who knows? Zweig once said that all gifts from fate are secretly marked with a price. Ritsuka, even though we solved the first three singularities smoothly, don't you think it's too weird?"

"What do you mean?"

"——Except for the Habsburg princess, almost none of the heroic spirits who fought alongside us ever left the battlefield."

"It's strange."

"That's true..."

"Be prepared, Ritsuka. The battle ahead will be fierce. The friend you just met today may disappear in front of you tomorrow."

At that time, I thought I was preparing for a rainy day, until the fifth singularity, when the bright red rose met again as a pure white rose, but eventually withered and fell on the earth, then I came to my senses.

"You need to exercise more, because you will be hiking across North America when the time comes."

Ritsuka casually pulled a book from the bookshelf. Unlike the books with various publishers' names that he had seen in the Chaldean library, the design of this book was very simple, and its name was only revealed on the cover.

"Ιστοριαι", which means history in Greek, is the work of the ancient Greek writer Herodotus and the world's first history book in the true sense.

I don't know Greek, and the English version I learned was enough to give me a headache. It took me a lot of time to correct the strange accent.

And the paper used in this book, I always feel like I have seen it before...

"Papyrus. A widely used writing medium by the ancient Egyptians, it was made from the stems of papyrus, which was abundant in the Nile Delta at the time. From 3000 BC, it became the first choice of scholars throughout the Eastern Mediterranean and was a basic tool for historians in ancient Greece and Rome."

"Ophi, does the Magic Association still use papyrus?"

"Well, even though they have entered a scientific society, they are still as stubborn as ever in some aspects. The library in the clock tower has a special computer that stores all the information in the world, but they still use paper as a carrier as always."

"But not everyone is so inflexible. You can ask Mr. El-Melloi II of the Modern Magic Department. In the eyes of ordinary people, they are no different from ordinary universities."

"My identity in the public eye is a student interning at the British Museum, majoring in fine arts; and judging from the books here, my junior brother should be on the path of auditing."

"Where's Aku Hinako-senpai?"

"The camouflage of the plant family is also the plant family."

Jie Hinako held the book and stared at it intently. The words "Zuo Zhuan" were written on the cover, but the content inside could not be ignored.

"This is the version annotated by Du Yu himself."

After a quick glance at the pages, she confirmed this fact:

Not only this book of Analects, but the entire history of books on the bookshelf should be versions preserved from that era to the present.

The books on this bookshelf are more valuable than the entire Chaldea.

This is a bookshelf of holy relics!

"Um, Mr. El-Melloi, is it really okay for you to openly use Mr. Alvin's computer here?"

"Since we're here, how can we not try it? This is a real game from the future. Also, don't move the books on the bookshelf. Let him clean them up when he comes back."

Entering the start interface, Weber Wilster looked at the long-lost logo and entered the game with ease.

"Macedonia, start!"

He started the game with great interest, and Ritsuka put the book down, took a curious look before leaving, and was completely stunned.

She had seen this UI and interface, and now she finally understood why El-Melloi II said this was a "game from the future."

Because it really is from the future - Imperator: Rome.

Shion's cell phone rang.

It is Michael Jackson's Smooth Criminal, the seventh single from the album Bad in November 1988 and the theme song of Moonwalker. What made this song famous was his unique magical dance step of tilting 11 degrees without falling.

There is nothing wrong with this. The problem lies in the name of the song, a name that is both familiar and unfamiliar to me.

"Ah, nothing. My alarm went off."

As if to prove something, Shion showed Alvin her mobile phone interface, and that was indeed the time set by the alarm clock.

"This is my nap time. You know, I can't adapt to Leonardo da Vinci's 15-minute sleep method, and it's not my style."

"You know, I am a Dead Apostle like the Dean."

Chapter 4 The Night Club Fades Away

It was late at night, probably.

El-Melloi II pushed a wheelchair over, looked at Alvin lying on the bed, and patted the wheelchair cushion.

"Do you want me to help you or do you want to come up on your own?"

"Where are you going? Are you going to escort the prisoner now? Or are you going to drag me out of Chaldea and chop off my head in the dead of night?"

"Are you talking about the Qi Family Army?"

His voice suddenly changed.

"Come to the parade ground tomorrow to claim your reward. No need to wear armor... Wang Bao is such a piece of shit. Nothing could be worse than destroying the Great Wall."

After saying this, the man fell silent, leaving only Alvin tapping the bed sheet with an amused look on his face, staring at El-Melloi II's small eyes.

"Your account has been banned? Your GM authority is not enough."

"You virus, stop talking." El-Melloi II made an international friendly gesture to Alvin. "Maybe what you said earlier irritated him."

"That's the only possibility."

Alvin nodded, supported himself with his hands, and slowly moved to the wheelchair, grinning.

"Your physical condition is already pretty good. You only suffered this after falling from a high altitude and taking a close-range attack from a Noble Phantasm. I think it won't be long before you can report to the crew in good health again."

"Forget it. I hope I will be paralyzed and lie here for the rest of my life. But what's the situation with that Noble Phantasm? Why do I feel like I was only shot once?"

Alvin knew exactly how the first resident got in, and he didn't want to enter the world of 1984.

"Really? That's strange... Never mind. Let's go now while most people in Chaldea are asleep. Our target is your room."

"Why are you in my room? Didn't you take the holy relic of Amadeus?"

"There were too many people and the drawers were not opened. Besides, you locked every drawer. How would I know which one it was..."

El-Melloi II pushed his wheelchair around Chaldea, the moonlight shone into the corridor through the glass. In the second half of the year, Antarctica was about to enter polar day, which was a very rare situation.

"The night and the moon in this month are rare."

"This time is fleeting. In a few hours, the day will come and the snowstorm will arrive as expected."

"After all, this is Dome A, the highest point on the Antarctic continent."

Alvin looked at the moon. It was a moonless night, but somehow the moon appeared, hanging in the deep blue sky, which made him think a lot.

"teacher."

"What's the matter."

"Which do you prefer, day or night?"

This question is strange, like the kind of question that would come up when children are arguing; but this question is also normal, very much like the kind of question that would be asked by the problem students in my modern magic department.

"If you ask me, it should be daytime. After all, my experiences when I was young have left me with a poor impression of the night. What about you? Why did you choose the night?"

He silently activated the Eye of Insight, which was his unique ability - a more focused human observation technique. His observation ability was further improved, and he was particularly good at seeing how the object of observation would be useful in the future.

My intuition told me that Alvin had big problems, not only himself, but also those he encountered.

"It may have something to do with my past experiences. When the sun is strong, everything is visible. The sunlight during the day will expose everything about me in broad daylight. Only when the night falls can I have time to linger."

"But the night will always fade away, and the sun will always come out."

"But the feeling of being burned by the scorching sun is really unpleasant."

He picked out a cigarette from the box and held the filter between his lips with proficiency. The sound of gears clicking came from the quiet air, and flames ignited in blue, green and orange, burning the outermost circle of white cigarette paper.

In the dark corridor, the burning flames illuminated Alvin's face.

He took a deep breath, causing a sudden rise of flames, burning off a section of the fragile outer coat. He exhaled another smoke ring, and the blue mist hugged tightly, then slowly dispersed, each destroying itself.

"Yes, teacher, darkness will always lead to light, even if it costs a heavy price."

"Let's go, teacher. I think it's best for you to keep these things in my drawer."

"......Um."

In front of Chaldea Alvin's room

"Don't want to enter a password?"

"That's a special method. After using it once, the password will be randomly scrambled. It's like a disposable item. I usually use this to open the door."

He pressed his finger on it.

The gears began to turn, driving the entire door to move. After a few seconds, the door reopened to welcome the owner of the room.

"Let me see how the books are on the shelf first."

After turning on the light, he slid the wheelchair over there with his hands. It was the first time that El-Melloi II discovered that his student was extremely talented in using wheelchairs.

"Does his SteamIDotto have this meaning?"

It was exactly the same as what Akatsuki Hinako had thought at the time. This entire wall of books, in addition to their reading value and collection value, were themselves the greatest relics.

It is not known whether it is a pity or luck that they did not know this, but the feel of the papyrus and the handwritten text also told them that these books were invaluable.

"Most of the books were moved, but fortunately they were all put back in the end. It seems that there are still many good people in Chaldea."

"Come and unlock it!"

"I'm not going to settle accounts with you for using my computer to play with IR, you host addict, you didn't even unplug the power cord and you still have the nerve to say that."

"I've already registered on Steam! Hurry up, give me the relic and compress the game and send it to me!"

"Don't be anxious, please don't be anxious first."

Alvin slid over slowly, and under Weber Wilster's eyes that looked like he wanted to chop him, he slowly unlocked it with his fingers.

The drawer opened, Alvin took out the manuscript, took the file bag and opened it, put the file in it and handed it to him carefully.

"This is the holy relic of Amadeus - Mozart's piece K626. The difference between this piece and the version supplemented by his assistant Süssmayer that is currently circulating is that this piece was composed by him personally."

"Mozart himself wrote the unique Requiem aeternam, and the singularity always makes people feel magical in this regard."

He took the file bag and pen and wrote down the relevant information in several important columns on it.

"Is this all you got in the first singularity?"

"Does the friendship of a few others count?"

"I've read the report. Actually, it's more than that."

Weber pulled up a chair and sat down. He pointed to another letter in the drawer and said:

"I have to check for Lanise. Tell me about your Paris love story."

Chapter 5 Please Live Well

"I see... So you only repaired the singularity before the Great Revolution? And the same lepton transfer appeared in different timelines. It seems that there are still many problems with the first singularity that need to be explored in depth."

Weber Wilster summarized Alvin's words and wrote them down on paper in a very eloquent manner.

"As for the Paris Love Story... I can only say it's a pity that two people who were never supposed to meet met because of fate, and finally separated because of fate."

"At that moment, did you ever think of staying?"

"Have."

He gave a dark and mocking smile, followed by a sigh.

"At that time, she was the one who pushed me out, and she herself came to the end of her life four years later."

"This letter was written by Marie-Jeanne Rolland during her last days in the Bastille. The truth about why she chose to surrender and repeatedly gave up her chance to escape while in prison, and why she deliberately chose death, is all in this letter."

He lowered his head and gently pushed the letter with his fingers, but Weber did not accept it.

"You're scared," he said.

"You know why. As a participant in the Holy Grail War in 2004, I believe you must be unaware of the reason. Otherwise, you would have reunited with that person a long time ago."