What?! My anime figurines have all come true!

'That's amazing! An illusion that can even deceive the world; in a sense, it's no different from real rejuvenation.'

Kyoka and the other two couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

However, their escort mission ended there. After watching the Black Queen enter a high-end hotel in Paris, they left without looking back.

However, this departure was not a return to Chen Xiao's display case, but rather an infiltration into the shadows. Among them, Kyoka Yuzen and two others, along with other Magic Defense Team figures, were stationed in Paris as senior operators of NFF Corporation, while Bazett remained in physical form.

Watching Bazett and the others leave in a car from the hotel window, the Black Queen finally felt relieved and drew the curtains before setting up a shielding spell in the room.

However, after she finished, she did not immediately contact the Joker. Instead, she tried to call out the name of the person she had met in her dream to an empty place.

François.

Then a large number of petals appeared before her eyes, and the surrounding space changed again. With a blink of an eye, she found herself in an almost boundless sea of ​​flowers. Apart from this world and the flowers, there was only an open-air tea table not far away and François Plelatti with a leisurely expression.

'To be able to alter things to this extent, completely undetectable by my magic... could it be that he wasn't using an illusion, but a genuine spatial transformation...?'

The Black Queen, regaining her senses, was filled with shock.

If she could convince herself before in her dream that the other person was in the spiritual world and could change spaces so freely, now that the other person had shown this skill in reality, it put her under immense pressure.

The more knowledgeable someone is, the more they understand the horror involved.

Just like in Jujutsu Kaisen's battle between Megumi Fushiguro and Reggie, when those in the know saw Fushiguro use a half-baked domain, they were already panicking.

Those who know more are terrified when they see that the technique doesn't guarantee a hit.

Those who are truly knowledgeable see that this field has neither a guaranteed win nor a guaranteed kill, and there isn't even a closed barrier. They dare not even imagine what kind of incredible feat they could accomplish by giving up so much and taking out a loan.

However, in reality...

However, the Black Queen is not some 'ancient roadside' figure, and François is not some 'laohui' either. This illusion that can even replace space is a genuine, almost miraculous, magic.

But if François in history really had such powerful magic, how could the problem have been discovered, leading to his ancestors being tried and executed along with him?

Or was he not this strong back then, and it was only after six hundred years of hard work that he finally achieved his current level of magical skill?

These questions flashed through the Black Queen's mind.

However, it didn't bother her for long.

Now all she cares about is whether the Holy Grail ritual is real or not.

"Oh! We finally meet in real life, a descendant of Jill!"

François raised his teacup and gestured for her to sit down opposite him.

“I have my own name—Andro de Rae! The deeds of my ancestors are now history, please do not call me ‘a descendant of Giles,’ thank you.”

Rejuvenation has made the Black Queen feel younger, and her words and actions have become much more impulsive.

If this were the elderly Black Queen from before, she certainly wouldn't have raised her voice at him like that after witnessing François's magic that could alter reality.

"Oh, I see. Okay then! Ms. Andrtoise, is it alright to call you that?"

François didn't seem to care much about it either.

As long as they don't slander Gilles de Rais as someone who corrupted and corrupted him, it's fine.

"Ah."

The Black Queen nodded, then sat down opposite François, took a sip of her tea, and didn't seem to care whether it was 'Dona Tea' or not.

"Then can you tell me in detail about the Holy Grail ritual?"

"Of course!"

Seeing that the Black Queen was getting straight to the point, François snapped his fingers and the surrounding space changed again. Apart from the tea table, the sea of ​​flowers around them turned into a dim space, as if they were in some underground cavern.

Besides her and François, there were four other people whose faces were obscured.

"Speaking of this Holy Grail ritual, the original purpose was not to create a wish-granting machine. Although the Holy Grail can indeed do that, it is merely a byproduct of a certain 'purpose'."

François stood up and went to the four men.

"The creation of the ritual was led by these three representative magical families: the Einzbern family, the Zorgen family, and the Tohsaka family. The first Holy Grail War was held under the witness of a certain important figure... Well, although the ritual failed in the end due to its imperfections, it at least laid the foundation for other Holy Grail Wars that followed."

Although the identities of these four individuals are not specifically stated, the Black Queen is certain that their existence, as well as the First Holy Grail War mentioned by François and the subsequent Holy Grail Wars, did not occur in this world.

After all, if it really happened in this world, the Poker Organization, which once had informants all over the world, couldn't possibly be unaware of anything, let alone the Einzbern and Zorgren families. How could a magical family capable of creating the Holy Grail be unknown?

"François, this irrelevant information is meaningless to me right now. I just want to know how the ceremony should be conducted!"

The Black Queen interrupted François's explanation.

Faced with the upcoming exploration of the origins of the Type-Moon world, she chose to 'skip' it.

Aren't you even a little bit curious?

François blinked, looking somewhat bewildered.

How could a magician be completely uninterested in such a secret?

"No matter how curious you are, it's not something from our world."

The Black Queen made it clear directly.

So what if she knew how many people and dogs were in those three families?

Even if the person involved came from all over the world, it's unlikely that they would bring a group of supermodel monsters with them.

Moreover, since it is a 'war', it means that alliances and counter-alliances can be played. As long as there is the Holy Grail as a gimmick, there will be plenty of people who will want to prioritize eliminating the so-called 'creators of the Holy Grail' of the three families, or even other people.

He could easily reap the benefits in secret!

"You're such a boring person. If it were Jill, he would definitely want to know the secret behind it."

After the Black Queen said that, François also lost interest.

“I am not like my ancestors, François!”

The Black Queen reminded her again.

"So, please tell me how this ceremony should begin!"

Seeing her so uninteresting (utilitarian), François raised his hand and dispelled the empty scene, replacing it with the chessboard space he had explained to her before, and pointed to the very center of the city's spiritual veins.

Chapter 270 You can't recognize me after I've shrunk? This isn't a Conan set!

The Black Queen never expected that the heart of Paris would not be a place like the Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triomphe, a museum, or a government office building, but rather an ordinary French restaurant.

"However, it is a secluded place enough to not only carry out rituals but also set up magic arrays."

Black Queen, who still hadn't called Joker, rested in her room for the night. The next day, before any "beautiful sights" of traffic jams appeared on the road, she headed straight to the French restaurant.

Jingle Bell……

"Is the store manager here?"

The Black Queen pushed open the door and went straight to the 'waiter' at the bar.

"I'm the manager. Beautiful lady, what would you like to order?"

The restaurant manager, who was probably older than him, immediately displayed the romantic demeanor of a French white man upon seeing such a beautiful girl as the Black Queen patronizing the restaurant so early in the morning.

"I want to buy your shop."

Store Manager: ...

Are you here to deliberately cause trouble?

"I'm sorry, beautiful lady, this shop was passed down from my grandfather, and we cannot..."

Because of the Black Queen's good looks, the store manager maintained his smile and did not lose his temper on the spot.

"Ten million dollars, are you going to sell it or not?"

Store Manager: ...

Where did this rich heiress come from?

"Fifteen million dollars!"

The younger Black Queen was extremely arrogant and, regardless of whether she had that much money, directly increased the amount for the store manager.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes! We can sell! As long as you can afford it..."

The store manager's expression immediately became obsequious.

In fact, due to the chaos of recent years, his restaurant has long lost its regular customers. Even the original tables outside the restaurant have been completely destroyed by those 'beautiful sights,' and the income is already insufficient to cover expenses.

If he had more savings, he would have taken his family and gone abroad long ago!

Now that a wealthy young lady is willing to spend money to buy his poorly managed restaurant, he can't wait to sell it off.

Ding--!

Transfer successful.

The Black Queen directly transferred 15 million to the store manager from the organization's financial account... Dao Le!

Joker: ? (Sees that 15 million is missing from the organization's account)

Ahhhhh—my money!!!

"Thank you, beautiful and generous lady! This shop is now yours!"

Upon receiving the $15 million payment, the store manager pulled out a pre-prepared asset transfer contract, had it signed by Black Queen, and left, leaving the surrounding employees dumbfounded.

"So...you're our boss now?"

The waiter next to her looked at the Black Queen with a blank expression.

"Yes, this store is mine now, and then... everyone gets $10,000 and a month's vacation."

The Black Queen once again chose to throw money around.

Shop assistants: You are like our second parents!

The already low-income and struggling shop assistants were so eager to kneel down and swear allegiance to the Black Queen.

After receiving the money, the staff went backstage to change back into their own clothes and then left the restaurant excitedly, presumably to squander the money.

"Now I understand why money is portrayed as a superpower in federal movies; it's really useful."

The Black Queen couldn't help but sigh.

Joker: Is that your money?! (Indignant)

Black Queen: As the organization's second-in-command! The organization's money is my money too!

"Why spend so much money when you could have solved it with suggestion magic?"

François's voice echoed in the Black Queen's ears.

To a normal person, the Black Queen's performance just now seemed like a plot device only seen in domineering CEO urban novels, a complete waste of money.

"No matter what kind of magic it is, it is possible for the French authorities to detect it after it is used, but it is perfectly normal for a nouveau riche young lady from the Federation to spend money to buy a restaurant."

The Black Queen said to François, "You don't understand the wealthy in Europe and America these days. They love to run all-female restaurants, even if they don't make any profit, they'll still throw money at it."

Compared to using magic to hypnotize the people in the restaurant, this method is less likely to arouse suspicion.

"I see..."

François exclaimed in amazement.

"Humans are definitely the most interesting!"

Black Queen: ...

Humans? Interesting?

This guy's words and actions have a strange, inhuman quality to them. Is it really okay to trust him?

Well, even the worst situation is better than being captured by the Hohenheim Corporation and having all the dark magic knowledge in my head squeezed out...

Black Queen then changed the sign at the restaurant entrance to "Closed" and drew all the glass curtains, making the interior of the restaurant as dark as night.

"Alright, now that we've occupied the very heart of the Paris ley line, what's next?"

The Black Queen continued to question the air.