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

"Lenice told you, right? After thinking about it, she is the only one who knows the truth of this matter."

When heroes who have left their names in history die, they will leave the timeline and go to the Seat of Heroes to become Heroic Spirits; the Heroic Spirits of the Seat of Heroes, in the form of clones, become Servants and are summoned to the battlefields of the Holy Grail War in various worlds; after the Holy Grail War ends, the clones disappear and there are no contradictions in the memories of the original bodies of the Seat of Heroes.

The problem lies here. They are unwilling to face the reality:

He is not the him in the Holy Grail War, and she is not the her in her memory.

Before the first soul summoning, this problem was almost unsolvable.

Weber did not accept this meaningful suicide letter and returned it to him.

"If I remember correctly, when you went to France to trade the holy relics, you used the name Bozo. Ha, what a fate."

"Keep it for now. Let's use Amadeus for experiments first, and then we can make plans later."

He put away the music manuscript, stood up and prepared to leave.

"In addition, regarding the matter between you and Mrs. Roland, from Weber Wilster's perspective, I support you."

"But as Renis's brother, El-Melloi II of the Modern Magic Department... wait for me."

Looking at Weber who left after making those harsh words, Alvin could do nothing but express his happiness.

He pushed the wheelchair and moved slowly towards the door, but when he reached the door he did not leave. Instead, he closed the door.

"You were there the whole time, weren't you?"

He spoke to the darkness in the room where the light could not reach.

If someone was at the scene, they might think that this person might have become suspicious due to some kind of trauma in the past, but this is not groundless.

The space changed slightly, and then returned to calm. Scathach walked out of the darkness and sat down at the table without hesitation.

"That was the second treasure just now?"

"I'm more curious about how you found out."

"Eavesdropping is not a good thing to do."

Alvin slowly returned to the table and put away the letter. He turned to look at Scathach and found that Scathach was staring at him thoughtfully with a slightly smug smile on her lips.

"Looking at you like this, do you have a way to solve the problem?"

"No, and my situation is different." Scathach shook her head, indicating that she could not help. "——I have never died in the beginning, so how can you talk about the heroic spirit?"

"So, you are the only one. Theoretically, you have the memory of all the Holy Grail Wars - as long as you participated in the Holy Grail War."

"That's right. In fact, Chaldea's journey to restore humanity is also a Holy Grail War to some extent, but few people think of this."

"But people like you are a minority after all."

Alvin felt very sorry. Maybe this was fate. Sometimes the things that cannot be kept are the things that truly belong to us.

"It's not like there's no chance at all. For a crisis like the Incineration of Humanity, it's impossible that the restraining force has no effect at all. This time, Amadeus is an opportunity, isn't he?"

"Since you are here, take this. I think you are the only one in Chaldea who can handle this thing well."

He bent down, took out a sealed safety box from the bottom drawer, and gently placed it on the table; after seeing the box, Scathach's expression was serious, and the things in the box deserved her serious treatment.

"In a way, this is a relic of Baron Gilles de Rais, a French marshal during the Hundred Years' War."

Alvin was typing in the password as he spoke, not daring to be vague with his hands. After all, England expected everyone to do their job conscientiously, and washing coal briquettes for Sven and Flatt every day was not an easy task.

The box was opened.

"This is a genuine human-skin book. I was wearing gloves when I touched it. Scathach, is there an earlier version than this? I mean the R'lyeh document."

She shook her head, and Alvin breathed a sigh of relief at this affirmative response.

"I didn't expect François Pleurati to be so generous..."

"Popularity is also a very important factor. It is normal that the popularity of the mentor and the murderer is completely different."

The box closed and was locked again. Both Alvin and Scathach breathed a sigh of relief.

"In a way, we hold the truth of the world in our hands, thanks to Howard Phillips Lovecraft, who obscured it with his less than polished writing."

He lowered his head and waved at Scathach, so that no one could see what he looked like now.

"I want to be alone for a while."

Scathach did not leave just like that.

She reached out to smooth Alvin's hair, which had not been taken care of yet, and gently stroked his cheek with her fingertips. No one understood her thoughts, and no one knew why she did this.

"This is a road that few people have traveled. None of us can help you. Summoning Amadeus to Chaldea is the only thing we can do."

"Mr. El-Melloi and I are here in Chaldea, you just need to do what you want to do."

She leaned over and stroked him with her black gloves; she lowered her head and pressed their faces together. He could even feel Scathach's body rising and falling with her breathing, touching his skin again and again.

"Remember my promise to kill you myself?"

"So before that day comes, please live well."

Chapter 6 Return of the Greatest Musician

Today, someone who was slacking off at work in Chaldea accidentally discovered a new game on Steam.

"Imperator: Rome, judging by the promotional images, it seems to be a simulation strategy game? The question is, can new games be uploaded in this situation?"

It was too outrageous to use a work computer to download this thing. He wanted to put it in the shopping cart, but he found a surprising reality:

It's free to play!

Now he couldn't sit still anymore, so he directly saved and forwarded it to the game group.

"OK! Brothers! Everyone, look at me! Look at me! I have something to announce!"

"You're a bitch, aren't you?"

"Go! It's a new game."

"What new game? It's more exciting than any other game."

He shared the game, and then the whole group blew up.

"Holy crap! A free new game! Am I dreaming, guys?"

"It's a fucking strategy game. This is going to take a lot of time to make."

"That's not important. What's more important is the developer and publisher. Look who published it!"

El-Melloi Studios.

A studio with no WIKI, no official website, and no workplace.

Alvin, who had already gotten up, came back from the vending machine outside in a wheelchair with an IV drip, holding a pile of various bottles in his arms.

Except Pepsi.

"Today we are making a black tea drink. We old Londoners like this."

The can was opened, but he didn't enjoy it right away - there were too many noises coming from his cell phone, and he had to see what was going on.

The result was so shocking that he went straight to El-Melloi II.

"How can a studio with nothing produce such a masterpiece? And the name of your studio, isn't it a clear sign of where they are from?"

What a great El-Melloi Studio, it's so concise and meaningless.

"If I don't upload it, how can I recruit people to make DLC? How can anyone make MOD? Look at the East Asian content now, isn't it made by the two of us? It took us almost three years to make a DLC, and you won't let me find some people?"

"...I mean, drag me to your studio and put my name on it."

"The person with the most free time in Chaldea's future still only wants to be a figurehead? Now that they've come to you, I'll give you a mission. Just expand the timeline of the first three Successor Wars first. It won't be much of a few years anyway."

After saying that, the monarch of the Modern Magic Department joined the gaming group of which he was the group leader.

【Hello! Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Lord El-Melloi II, the monarch of the Modern Magic Department, and I am the project leader and founder of the studio. I am with Alvin Vashak, who is a key developer of the IR event team and helped bring this game to life. This is our first development log. We welcome everyone in Chaldea to join the IR development team and publish monthly progress reports or development logs together. This will allow us to continue to expand our ambitious game content while also providing our community with the latest news on progress...】

Trouble comes from the mouth.

Alvin threw his phone aside, lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling, quite speechless.

"As soon as he opened his mouth, he was an old capitalist."

On the other side, Lord El-Melloi put away his phone. Three minutes ago, he handed the file to Olga Marie, who was also one of the twelve monarchs of the Clock Tower.

"Lord El-Melloi, do you think our summoning of spirits this time is meaningful?"

“I don’t know, but there’s a first time for everything.”

He said as he looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka who was trembling inside the Reizi Summoning Array that was being set up.

"When I first met Alvin, he was far inferior to Fujimaru Ritsuka; Fujimaru Ritsuka's starting point was much better than his."

"When I saw her resume, it looked like she was just an outsider who was forced into this position. I was so angry that I kicked her out."

She shook her head with an ambiguous expression.

"Fate is so strange. If the Clock Tower knew that Chaldea is now led by an outsider to restore humanity, they might think we are crazy."

"Do you still think she used some backdoor?" El-Melloi II asked.

"Yes, but I have some idea about who let her go through the back door."

The two monarchs were discussing below the stage, while Leonardo da Vinci and Shion were working on maintaining their spiritual energy, trying to avoid the serious consequences of a sudden power outage in Chaldea at some point.

"The South Pole where the meridians intersect, the Antarctic freezing point where the temperature is the lowest in the world, the magnetic point of the Earth's magnetic field at the South Pole, and the highest point of the Antarctic inland ice sheet, why would Chaldea be built in this place called DOME-A?"

Ziyuan kept muttering to herself, as the ice dome farthest from the coastline and the highest altitude area of ​​the Antarctic inland ice sheet, the climatic conditions are extremely harsh, with heavy snow and wind all year round. It is totally unimaginable that those people from the mysterious oriental country built a scientific research station here.

"I can't think of any reason other than to protect my own mystery to the greatest extent possible."

While Da Vinci was talking, his fingers were still flying on the keyboard.

"But this is a matter of opinion. As the saying goes, great people hide in the city. I was studying magic in Florence at the time."

On the spirit particle summoning platform, Romani, who was preparing to record the first spirit particle summoning, looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka in silence, who was still trembling.

"Ritsuka, if it doesn't work, I'll call Ophelia up."

"I get it! But why are there so many people watching?"

Are there a lot of people?

Romani looked at the Chaldean employees who were doing the related maintenance work. Compared with Chaldean before the explosion in the control room, there were quite a few people now.

It's like going back to the Great Depression when there were crazy layoffs.

"It's okay. Besides, you have experience, right? I know there will always be some discomfort the first time..."

People always have to act a little to be more reliable. Fujimaru Ritsuka knows this principle very well. He can't just come up and shake people out with ease.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, pretended to calm down, then opened her eyes again and the spirit summoning began.

[You are under me, and I entrust my fate to your sword. ]

[Those who obey the call of the Holy Grail, those who obey this will and truth, respond to me! ]

[I am the one who accomplishes all the good deeds in the world, and I am the one who gathers all the evils in the world.]

[Entangled with the seven days of the three great words, cross the wheel of suppression and appear, the guardian of the scales! 】

So long!

No matter how many times I practice it, it still feels so long!

Who on earth came up with such a long summoning spell?

The magic circle in front of him emitted light, and specks of ether began to emerge, and the summoning process that Fujimaru Ritsuka was familiar with began; floating, circling, and the diffusion of magic power. Except for the fact that the light that shot up into the sky was restricted, it was no different from usual.

Yes, she summoned a heroic spirit.

"I'm Amadeus, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart! Battle aside, I promise to decorate your...???"

When Amadeus was about to introduce himself in a rhythmic manner, he suddenly realized that the person who summoned him this time was his old acquaintance Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Wait a minute?"

He looked around and saw the pink-haired girl Mashu, the one-eyed Ophelia and the always reading Aku Hinako, but the guy he was most familiar with was missing.

After realizing what was going on, he put away his disguise and said to Li Xiang with a stern look:

"So, something happened to Alvin, huh?"