What?! My anime figurines have all come true!

"That would naturally mean connecting the city's spiritual veins to the imaginary space and linking them to the banished Grand Grail system!"

François's body appears in reality.

"The banished Greater Grail System?"

The Black Queen looked puzzled.

"Tsk tsk tsk... Who told you not to listen to my explanation of the origins of the Holy Grail ritual?"

Black Queen: ...

"Then please explain it briefly."

Seeing the Black Queen yield, François smiled, and at the same time, the floor beneath his feet gradually transformed into a special grid-like space.

"Simply put, this Greater Grail system was stolen by a certain magical family and was eventually 'exiled' to the imaginary space during a special Holy Grail War. Thanks to this, we don't need to make as many preparations as the original three families did."

Of course, this claim is not true. The so-called Greater Grail system is just a creation of a deity from the FGO figures, placed in the imaginary space.

"Without the spiritual connection to Paris, it would have been much more difficult to find it..."

François lay sprawled on the gridded ground, seemingly searching for something.

"Is this the imaginary space?"

Looking at the gridded ground beneath her feet, although it was blocked by some kind of barrier, she could still vaguely feel that the space behind the grid was like a black hole, capable of swallowing everything into it.

"Wow! Don't get too engrossed in looking! There are some incredible things in the imaginary space! If they notice you staring, you'll be in big trouble!"

Seeing that the Black Queen had also lowered her head to observe the imaginary space, François showed a panicked reaction for the first time.

"Something extraordinary?"

The Black Queen was initially puzzled, but then she thought of the Blood Moon incident that had occurred in China. The information that had been leaked at the time mentioned that there was a creature (the Emperor Flower) in the imaginary space that was as large as a planet.

After hearing what François said, it seems that there is more than one such terrifying entity!

"Okay, I won't watch it then."

Black Emperor acted decisively, taking three steps at a time to leave the imaginary space range unfolded by François.

After waiting idly for a while, she suddenly sensed that the magic array in the hotel had been destroyed.

"what happened?"

She immediately cast a spell to connect with the Black Magic Eye remaining in the room to see who was planning to attack her.

'teacher……!'

The Black Queen never imagined she would encounter her former teacher, who is now her enemy, here.

Cassandra de Vanessa: A witch over two hundred years old, the official professor of magic in France, the security advisor of the Black Magic Society, and also the Black Queen's former teacher.

Besides the official request, I also intended to find the Black Queen to clean house when I went to Egypt. However, I never expected that the one staying in Egypt was not the Black Queen, but the Red Queen.

As for why she came to our door...

Hohenheim: No matter how complicated the relationship between the Federation and France may be, they are still allies who share intelligence, so it is reasonable to inform the French authorities.

So when Cassandra learned that the Black Queen had returned to France, she immediately took action, but she did not expect that the elderly Black Queen would disappear as soon as she got off the plane.

Finally, after comparing the footage from the airport exit one by one, they found the Black Queen (young) in the footage.

"Don't think I won't recognize you just because you've shrunk!"

Chapter 271 A Little Interlude in a Beautiful Scene

Has the Black Queen's behind-the-scenes plan failed?

All I can say is 'like a broken wall'.

The French authorities, represented by the witch Cassandra, did indeed discover her whereabouts and find the hotel where she was staying. They not only destroyed her magical array but also learned what she looked like after regaining her youth.

If this were in China, the Black Queen would have been approached by the authorities shortly after leaving the hotel... no, I mean, shortly after getting off the plane, let alone the matter of seizing the Spirit Vein Center.

Fortunately, it was 'freedom' that made them, and it was also 'freedom' that caused them to fail.

Although Paris has surveillance cameras, it's practically nonexistent compared to China; tracking a young French girl is like finding a needle in a haystack.

Not to mention, the Black Queen can also use magic to disguise herself.

"Damn it! What is Andertoire's purpose in fleeing back to France? It's enough that even the Federal Hohenheim Company sent people to us to seek cooperation."

Cassandra was completely baffled as she left the hotel.

Yes, adhering to the philosophy of getting involved in everything, Hohenheim also sent a representative by plane to France because they were very curious.

What exactly made the Black Queen, who was already on her last legs, want to flee to France, and even spend a lot of money to hire 'senior agents' from NFF to escort her?

There must be some incredible secret hidden here!

Hey~ They Federation people love 'secrets' the most.

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"Madam, we've searched all the rooms in the hotel and found no other signs of black magic, nor have we found any members of the Poker Card Organization."

Kassandra's deputy reported in a low voice.

"Did she really come back alone?"

Cassandra was somewhat surprised.

There was a time when the Poker Organization would often deploy a leader with a large number of members (see the Blood Moon incident), much like the Chaos Warband. Not to mention a second-in-command like the Black Queen. Even if the Poker Organization is now severely damaged, it shouldn't be without any leaders or guards, right?

Even the local French poker organization remained silent.

There must be something fishy going on here!

"Madam, should we report this to the president?"

The deputy asked Cassandra in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Cassandra pondered for a moment, thinking of her own president who was known for his strict rules: "Napoleon on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays; Pétan on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays; and surrendering to the Federation on Sundays." It would be troublesome if she were forced to capture him alive due to pressure from the Federation. Therefore, it was best to keep politicians out of the affairs of the supernatural world.

“No need to report. If we have to report everything to the president, then what are we for?”

Upon hearing this, the deputy nodded, then turned and signaled the others in the hotel to pack up.

Not long after they got into the car and left the hotel, they ran into a group of French people demonstrating. The co-driver, who was used to seeing such sights, told the driver to take a detour.

Cassandra, sitting in the back seat, sighed helplessly. Having lived for two hundred years, she had seen it all, from the decline of dynasties to the First Republic and the Napoleonic Empire...

Modern France was like a child she had watched grow up, and even after experiencing many setbacks, it always managed to climb out of the mire.

But France today seems to have lost its mind; it has not only lost its former heroic spirit, but also has a large number of black people in its household and goes out to perform performance art every day.

To put it nicely, it's a demonstration imbued with the spirit of the old revolutionary base areas; to put it bluntly...

"This is outright a riot!"

"Madam, please don't use that word. They... they're just expressing their demands..."

The passenger in the front seat corrected him, sweating profusely.

"Am I wrong? If this had happened a hundred years ago... no! Even two hundred years ago! Napoleon would have ordered the cannons to fire!"

Upon hearing this, both the co-driver and the assistant broke out in a cold sweat. These people were just historical figures to them, but the 'living fossil' in the back seat knew them very well.

There were even rumors circulating back then about her 'affair' with the emperor, although these were quickly overshadowed by the emperor's letters and the affairs of his wife and mistress.

"Tsk!"

Seeing that the two dared not speak for a moment, Cassandra had no interest in bringing up those old stories.

Just as the convoy was about to detour, Cassandra noticed chaos in the protest crowd, with some people seemingly entering shops and looting.

If it were just that, Cassandra wouldn't be too concerned. In France, it's quite normal for protests to turn into vandalism, looting, and arson. But the problem was that she suddenly sensed a magical reaction in the crowd.

Moreover, it's a curse-type dark magic!

"parking!"

Cassandra immediately ordered the convoy to stop and instructed her deputy to call the police to restore order.

…………

It started as a minor accident during the protests. A young man who had gotten high before the event accidentally wandered into a store, and the people around him tried to get him out.

However, the shop owner, seeing this, mistakenly thought they were trying to take advantage of the protest to rob the store, leading to a verbal and physical altercation.

Fortunately, France isn't as free as the federal government, otherwise there would definitely have been a non-Black "Negative Moment" on the scene, with both sides pulling out guns and shooting each other to their hearts' content.

Unfortunately, the tall and strong store manager was no match for the crowd, and the unsuspecting 'thugs' outside, thinking their own people were being bullied (probably?), also began to flood into the store.

"Father, no..."

The shopkeeper's daughter, hiding in a corner of the store, watched her father being beaten by the 'thugs'. Forgetting all rules, she immediately decided to cast a spell to curse them.

Things are about to spiral out of control!

Beep—!!!

At that moment, the French police whistle blew.

This was a signal from the French police that they were preparing to use force to suppress the unrest. The 'rioters' outside, hearing this sound, ran like students on a federal campus when they saw someone start running.

Even those who got into a fight in the store, before leaving, didn't forget to say some harsh words to the store manager and his daughter, shouting as they ran that this matter wasn't over.

The little girl who was about to cast a curse on the 'thug' was stopped by Cassandra, who arrived just in time and grabbed her wrist.

"Who dares to stop me... Professor?!"

The girl, who intended to teach those 'thugs' a lesson, glared angrily at the person who stopped her, but she deflated when she saw that it was Cassandra.

“Miss Efila, I don’t seem to remember training you to be a magician who can cast curses on ordinary people… Also, don’t let anger cloud your judgment.”

Cassandra only let go of his hand after she finished her lecture.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I know I was wrong."

Although the girl was still suppressing her anger, she had to pretend to be an obedient and good student on the surface.

Efila Lim: A young member of the Dark Arts Society and a student of Cassandra.

Chapter 272 Connect this world! Holy Grail!

After driving away the 'thugs,' the police were followed by reporters from various media outlets who, seeing that something had happened, came to interview Eiffela's father.

Here's some background: Eiffela Lim's father's name was Karl Lim. This family were all true French tricolors. Starting with her great-grandfather, they were soldiers who fought for the country. Her great-grandfather was even a soldier under Napoleon.

...He might have even met Cassandra once.

But none of that is the point. The point is that by Karl's generation, the Lime family, having experienced both World War I and World War II, no longer served in the military. Instead, they became an ordinary urban middle-class family, running a shop in downtown Paris and living a comfortable life.

Like most rednecks in the Union, Carl spent his childhood listening to his father tell stories of his grandfather and great-grandfather by the fire. So even though he never served in the military, he was a true laborer among laborers.

His mind was still filled with the old France.

He was already very unhappy about the "beautiful scenery" incidents that had been going on for years, but as an ordinary citizen, he couldn't express it. Now, he was beaten up by those "thugs" and attracted so much media attention.

Then naturally he'll vent his anger!

Karl then launched into a tirade into the microphone that was handed to him, speaking in a distinctly French tricolor accent.

The reporters who rushed to interview the victim were stunned by the shouting. They didn't expect this uncle to be so tough. Then they were overjoyed. This was going to be a huge source of traffic!

Anyway, it wasn't them who harshly criticized the "beautiful sight," but rather this French man who was beaten by "thugs." The news media only needed to "reprint" his words.

As for the consequences?

Who cares about such things?

Meanwhile, Eiffela, completely unaware of her father's eloquent speech in front of the media, is being scolded by Cassandra on the second floor of the store.

“Miss Ephira, do you remember what I said when you joined the Dark Magic Society?”

Cassandra, with her back to Efila, asked in a low voice.

“I remember. You said that unless there is a life-threatening situation, it is forbidden to use black magic on ordinary people... In serious cases, the black magic practitioner will be excommunicated and become an ordinary person who can no longer use magic.”

Effira answered with her head down.