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

Yes, why can you in Paris enjoy these, but we in Corsica don't? This damn church! These damn nobles! Damn Louis XVI!

Just wait for me, one day I will overthrow you!

"Hey, Buwanaba, what are you thinking about?"

Alvin's voice came from the other end of the street. Looking in the moonlight, Napoleon saw a man with a stick in his hand walking towards him.

"Nothing, Alvin." He shook the distracting thoughts that were plaguing his mind out of his head. Now was not the time to be thinking about such things.

"What did you do?" He couldn't see clearly what Alvin was holding in his hand, but he still had an impression of the direction he came from.

"It's not necessary to go to the Place de la Concorde. It's good to stay nearby."

"If it's just this little effort, then it's really not necessary." Alvin looked at the people lying on the ground, seemingly thinking about something.

"The clock in the pastry shop has reached 8 o'clock. It's time to leave. The Paris Police Department should be here soon."

Napoleon looked over there with some worry. It might be a few minutes later, or it might be the next second, and those French guys he hated so much would appear at the intersection.

"So that's why I went to the Place de la Concorde." Alvin pointed in the direction of the Place de la Concorde.

"In fact, the Paris police station has already arrived. It's over there."

As soon as Alvin said this, Napoleon grabbed his hand.

"Then let's run. If all else fails, we can just lie on the ground and pretend."

"Listen to me." Napoleon, who was about to run, was pulled back by Alvin.

"You won't believe it, they fell asleep."

Napoleon met Alvin's eyes with disbelief, and the latter had an "I knew it would be like this" expression on his face, but he didn't look like he was lying.

"Do I have to do this... Forget it, just come with me." After all, seeing is believing, so the two of them walked towards where they came from.

Alvin, who was walking in front, looked very casual, with a cigarette he had just lit flickering in his hand; but Napoleon seemed a little different, even though he pretended to be fearless, he still looked a little restrained.

But this is normal. After all, he is just a student now. Being obsessed with mathematics and striving to make his hometown independent is what he is thinking about now. As for the future, it is about becoming a second lieutenant of artillery or even the emperor of the First French Empire.

"These are the people from the Paris Police Department?" Napoleon subconsciously widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief. "

A group of guys in black police uniforms were lying on the ground in a mess, snoring from time to time. The hats that usually showed their identities looked particularly funny at this moment.

"Look, this is the big man from the Paris Police Department. By the way, each of these guys is a vampire. The francs they carry on their bodies are enough to cover the monthly expenses of a middle-class family of three." Alvin pointed at the chief who was leading the group with what he had in his hand, and after pushing down his Basque beret, he revealed his shiny bald head.

"Who is waking me up so late..."

Hearing the voice, Alvin shot him in the back of the head with his backhand, and he fainted again after finally waking up.

"French baguette from Sebastien Gaudard on the Champs-Elysées, with sesame seeds for beating people up."

"Let's go, Buwanaba. The last vote is for these guys. Remember to show the spirit of Grandet. I have something to do and I'm leaving first."

After throwing the weapon in his hand to Napoleon, Alvin left here along the road illuminated by the moonlight. The sound produced by the friction between the marble floor and the soles of his shoes gradually faded away.

"I now believe that what Shakespeare described is true." Napoleon took the bread and began to "settle" these guys. Not far from here on the banks of the Seine, Voltaire, who had been waiting for a long time, waved to Alvin.

“What do you think of Paris in the 18th century?”

"That was good, but what was more interesting was that I met some men who would go on to win honors in the future."

"It seems that I have to be a listener for once."

PS: Feel it thoroughly.

Chapter 15 Chaldea in the Morning

Even in the face of the greatest crisis in human history, the sun still rose as usual, and the summer sun shone through the Chaldean blackout glass into the corridor, soft and warm.

But here's the problem.

The sun appeared in Antarctica in August.

"The situation is not optimistic."

The voice sounded a little sleepy and a little tired, but this was normal. It would be like this when everyone entered the 007 system, even if Chaldea worked in three shifts.

"Captain on the bridge."

Romani walked into the control room yawning. The white coat that symbolized her doctor's identity was full of wrinkles. The buttons of the green isolation suit that served as an inner lining were not fastened, revealing some mysterious areas. Her long orange hair was also a little messy, making her look a little lazy and wanton, but not unkempt.

"What's going on?" she asked Olga Marie, who was almost in close contact with the table and was awakened by the call.

"Here I am. Wait a moment."

Olga Marie leaned back on the soft armchair, stretched her hands upwards and stretched, adjusted her body to a working state, and called up the real-time image of the singularity.

"Still sleeping, how happy."

Looking at the Chaldean delegation falling asleep under the shade of the trees, with the starry sky and the breeze blowing, Olga Marie felt nothing but envy.

It would be great if I could transfer my soul particles, too. She looked at the sleeping faces of these people on the big screen and imagined the day when she could participate in the soul particle transfer and kill everyone in the singularity.

"Then I'll go back first. Who's next, Leonardo da Vinci?"

Forget it, I’ll just go back to dreaming.

"Romani, I'll leave this to you."

Olga Marie stood up and walked towards the door of the control room. The long hours of intensive work made her look a little weak. Looking at her from behind, she looked very much like the person described in that autobiographical essay.

At this moment, she remembered what that guy said when he was caught leading the group to slack off.

"Don't give up on your dreams!"

"Keep sleeping!"

Dream?

Wouldn't it be nice if I could realize those things in my dreams?

For example, his father did not die for some reason, he was not the head of the Animusphia family, and that guy was still in Chaldea.

It's so nostalgic.

"Although you have a beautiful idea, Mary, the actual situation is not optimistic."

Looking at the huge halo in the sky, Romani felt a headache. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was the work of the mastermind behind the scenes. Not to mention what its actual effect was, the fact that it was so big that the edge could not be seen was enough to cause psychological pressure.

At this moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly turned over and hugged Mashu on his right hand, burying his head between her short purple hair and swan-like white neck, making a snoring sound.

Ophelia, who was originally on Mashu's right, seemed to sense something and unconsciously leaned towards Mashu, but still maintained an appropriate distance.

Ophelia lost miserably.

"There is a time difference between Chaldea and the singularity. What a trouble." Looking at the clock on the wall and the French time in the singularity, I knew that I had said good night to them before going to bed, but 8 hours later, when I got up to change shifts, I saw that they were still sleeping.

"Forget it, I'll just check the blog during this time to see what Magical Girl☆Merry-chan posted today."

After Romani changed the display size of the real-time image of the singularity, he opened the default Internet Explorer and skillfully typed the URL at the top, which made people feel a little distressed for some reason.

"In some ways, I am quite like those uncles." She complained a little about her behavior.

Let’s see what Meili-chan posted today?

Romani himself knew very well that the only person who could continue to post blogs under the premise of human nature being burned out was either an artificial intelligence or an old acquaintance of his, and the only guy who had such a suggestive name was probably the white-haired guy.

"Hi, good morning everyone. The energetic Meili-chan wants to be happy today too! Are you all lying in bed with me and not wanting to move?"

It's a very ordinary greeting, but it's a little different with the picture. Actually, there's nothing special about this picture. It just looks like a girl wearing pure white stockings, that's all, that's all...

That's strange!

Why didn’t I realize you had this talent before?

Are you guys just bored and starting to let yourselves go?

If you have the time to do this kind of thing, why not come to Chaldea for technical poverty alleviation and construction support?

"It's just amazing, these guys."

She placed her hands on the armrests, adjusted the angle of the backrest, and lay down. Instead of being furious in Chaldea, it would be better to shift her attention to the singularity, after all, this was the most important thing.

After breaking out from the encirclement of those suddenly excited French soldiers, Romani felt that something was wrong with this singularity.

Singularity, that is, the abnormal world separated from the normal timeline in the story, does not actually exist, so based on this concept it would be more appropriate to call it a singularity.

For example, the fantasy species that were supposed to be inside appeared in a certain era, people who were supposed to be dead or alive died or lived for some reason, Columbus did not reach North America, Istanbul was still called Constantinople, etc.

But this is different.

The French singularity being explored is very different from previous ones and is "real".

Now all Chaldea can grasp is the conclusion that "the result is predetermined", but even if the result is fixed, it is unknown what will happen in the process.

"It turns out that it's not a singularity, but a parallel world or something like that. It's okay to be a 'witness' and 'promoter' of history."

This French singularity was a new version of the ship that Romani had never experienced before, and thinking of this, she became worried about those people again.

"Please, please, please don't touch the truth. After all, carrying human lives is a burden that your lives cannot bear."

PS1: Let me recount my sinful history

1. Being addicted to the Ark version of PVZ all day long and not making any progress.

2. He failed to graduate from the Meiji Restoration because of his usual slacking off.

3. FAZE went home again, of course it’s a good thing that AUG was weakened.

4. The result was the SG553 operation.

5.Coo-coo-coo-coo.

PS2: I estimate that it will take about a month of updating twice a day to erase this sinful history.

But can I do it?

PS3: By the way, there is a Nisekai classroom tonight.

Chapter 16: Set a small goal first, such as marching into Paris

"Senior, wake up, we should make a plan."

With shoulder-length black hair scattered on the ground, Ritsuka lay on her side with the help of her left hand. Her white long-sleeved shirt was stained with a little smell of mud, which even the magic costume could not prevent. The black skirt and thigh-high socks added to her charm.

The sunlight penetrated the woods and shone on Fujimaru Ritsuka's pretty face. Although the morning sunlight was not strong, it still made her feel uncomfortable.

No matter how you look at it, this is a picture of a beautiful woman sleeping - if the other five people watching her sleep are photoshopped out.

"Ritsuka, we should formulate a battle plan."

Ophelia tried to push her, but it didn't work.

"give it to me."

It was Scathach. Although nothing seemed to have happened after guarding all night, she came in the morning mist that had not yet completely dissipated, bent down and whispered terrifying words in Ritsuka's ear in a gentle voice.

"Master, you can't rest yet. We still have to continue training."

"No!"

As Fujimaru Ritsuka woke up from his dream, a new day began.

"You finally woke up, Ritsuka." Romani's image appeared in front of them. "I now agree with Lord Scathach's plan."

In fact, even if you, doctor, disagree, I will be forced to go there.

"Then let me take charge of the next battle plan in France." Romani called up the information he had compiled while browsing his blog and synchronized it in front of Ritsuka and the others.

"We are in France in 17⑧⑨. According to the date shown in the newspaper, it is March 3. Compared with the meeting on May 3, which was the fuse of the Great Revolution, there is still plenty of time for us to go there. I did a quick calculation. With the current transportation, we can arrive in a month at most."

Those who know nothing about this aspect just said they would listen, and those who knew Romani's identity would not have too many doubts, but there were still voices of doubt.

"I have a question." Joan of Arc, a top student, raised her hand. "Why is it so much faster to get to Paris from here than I thought? I remember it took me three months."

"Your Excellency, it has been nearly 300 years since your time. Times are advancing."

"Uh, yeah, hahaha..."

After realizing that her question was a little silly, the saint could only use her awkward smile to cover up her embarrassment and try to brush this little episode off. Romani in front of the screen had nothing to say at the moment and even wanted to tell some French jokes.

France relies on women to fight the war.

One has to admire Britain's ability to create jokes about France.