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SM : [67] Chaldea and Reinhard
🕑 Added 2024-04-11 16:00:11 +0000 UTC"When she died, she was waiting for someone..."
Gazing at the pristine, luminous moon outside the window.
Waver's voice drifted as if carried by the winds of a distant past, fifteen hundred years ago.
"...She was waiting... for Alvin Pendragon."
The king of knights had an ending like this.
Sighs, making one crave for a smoke.
Because only nicotine could numb the nerves tingling with such pain.
Waver gazed at his disciple.
Gazed at him, once again sitting bewilderedly on the sickbed, staring blankly out the window.
His dark hair fell over his forehead, slightly obscuring his eyes, making it difficult to discern what ripples were stirring within the profound abyss.
To witness such an epic life of the Son of the White Dragon, it's only natural for one to immerse oneself in it, isn't it?
But...
Waver felt that things weren't that simple.
... Could it be described as a dream instead?
After all...
If one could dimensional travel the first time, could they not also dimensional travel the second?
Although it seemed a bit far-fetched to have such an event as piercing through the Inner Sea of the Planet.
But, the existence of the black-haired youth in front of him itself was an incredible miracle.
As for how his disciple's mind and talents were, Waver knew best.
Experiencing such a separation and reunion, feeling dazed was inevitable.
Ugh... it's giving him a headache...
Waver made a pained expression as if having a stomach ache.
Forget being a disciple, as a mentor, Waver himself, just thinking about that kind of ending, would inevitably start to have stomach pains.
Good grief, is he giving himself a headache?
Tsk.
But in the end...
If his disciple had something on his mind, as a mentor, he shouldn't add to his troubles.
Waver flicked his cigar with his fingers, quietly waiting for Reinhard to calm his emotions.
Such is life, seeing through but not saying it.
Be content with where you are and enjoy yourself.
The black-haired youth stared blankly at the London night.
So silent, it seemed as if even the sound of the wind had been erased from the night.
No stars could be seen.
So the moon appeared even more sparse and lonely.
Standing under the dark and lonely night sky.
What was Artoria thinking before her death?
Regret?
Pain?
Resentment?
No... none of those, right?
Reinhard could actually guess her thoughts.
Because he might be the one in this world who understands her the most.
At the moment of dying.
She just wanted to see, to see her idol, smile at her as always.
Dying.
She still held onto that wooden sword, guarding the person who used to train swords with her.
A surge of emotions, like tides, surged into his heart, dried up on the shore, leaving traces of bitterness.
He... saved everyone.
But he alone... couldn't save her.
He tried various methods, but her lonely death, in the end, couldn't be changed.
Was it her own choice?
No.
It was actually the unforgivable sin of the man named Alvin Pendragon.
Just like missing the last train.
Just like opening your mouth but not being able to call out a name.
Just like the speed of cherry blossoms falling, five centimeters per second.
"Regret."
Regret always runs through from beginning to end, but perhaps that's life.
Memories of the past cannot be chased, so...
I look forward to meeting you again, Artoria.
In the silent tranquility of tacit understanding.
Reinhard slowly withdrew his gaze and looked ahead.
"What about... Morgan Le Fay, what happened to her, professor?"
Right.
Wanting to know Artoria's ending is correct, but Morgan is the question that Reinhard is more concerned about.
Unfortunately...
"... I'm sorry... I don't know either."
Waver let out a long sigh.
"Perhaps... my knowledge as a mentor still needs improvement."
"Whether I've read official histories or alternative histories, records of that witch are few and far between."
"All we know is that King Arthur had a sister named that, her name was Morgan Le Fay, and there are only a few sentences of descriptions and speculations about this character from scholars."
"For example:
"It was Morgan's scheming that broke King Arthur's sword in the stone."
"And also:
"Mordred was actually the illegitimate child created by Morgan Le Fay, Arthur's bastard. The reason why the rebellious knight was destined to revolt... was to retaliate against the king and usurp the throne that originally belonged to the witch."
"In general, they are all such esoteric news."
"But, now we already know... these speculations are not true."
"Given the nature of that witch, she would never have contacted King Arthur and staged such a scene of Mordred's rebellion."
"So... the truth of history is really mysterious and fascinating..."
"But, regarding Morgan..."
Waver played with the cigar in his hand, his tone somewhat hesitant and hesitant.
He was considering whether to say his astonishing speculation.
"Just what, professor?"
Reinhard noticed Waver's hesitation.
"But, regarding Morgan..."
After pondering for a moment.
Waver felt that it was better to say it.
"If you want to find information about that witch, maybe there's a place with clues."
"What place..." Reinhard held his breath.
"That would be in the present-day area of Wales, the Blackmore village, a village that has existed for thousands of years, overlooking the tomb."
Waver glanced at the locked door of the ward.
His disciple, guarding outside the door...
"... Gray, you must have noticed her face a long time ago, right, Rein?"
Yes, that face.
Back then, it scared Waver so much that he grabbed Reines's thigh and screamed in horror on the spot.
Even now, this incident would often be brought up by his foster sister to tease him, provoking Waver's powerless rage.
Because... Gray's face was the exact likeness of the one who killed Kayneth.
This cast a shadow over Waver's heart.
Because of this reason, he was obligated by Gray herself to hate her face.
This was something that could reassure his disciple.
"In the beginning, to plan for the Fifth Holy Grail War, I and Reines went to that village together, intending to ask a gravekeeper for support in our fight against spirits."
"That gravekeeper... eventually entrusted his disciple to me, and this is also Gray's origin."
Actually, Reinhard didn't need reminding.
He recognized Gray's standard Saber face at first sight and only then realized that he had isekai'd into the moonlit world.
"I know Gray is..."
Reinhard paused for a moment,
"... Born as the Counterfeit of King Arthur's child. You mentioned this earlier."
After all.
Various homunculi, human experiments, flesh stitching, cult sacrifices...
Reinhard had long been numb to them.
After studying at the Clock Tower for over a year.
He had already understood how ruthless magus in this world could be and what atrocities they could commit.
Regardless of moral ethics or human decency, for most magus, they were the least valued and easily disposable things.
If sacrificing their entire family could reach the Root, Reinhard believed these magus would change themself into Uchiha Itachi.
Things like wanting to resurrect King Arthur weren't rare in Britain at all.
There might even be several places in Britain at the same time, all conducting similar rituals.
"No, there's actually one more thing I haven't told you, Gray's birth... is actually a mission passed down by that village, they were required to do so."
"Required... by whom?"
Reinhard wanted to ask, by whom?
But immediately realized the answer in his heart.
Looking at his disciple's somewhat stunned expression.
Waver flicked his lit cigar.
"By a person villagers call the Black Madonna."
"This unique style of nickname..."
Waver said softly...
"You should be able to guess who it is..."
"Yes..." Reinhard murmured, "... Morgan"
"That's right, I also speculate it's that witch."
Considering his own reasoning.
Waver's expression appeared somewhat complex.
"In fact, that village, built by the Black Madonna to resurrect someone, she arranged a large number of magical rituals and required the villagers to spare no effort in fulfilling this mission."
"Over the long, over a thousand years of time, much of the village's information has been lost, and even the villagers have gradually become somewhat confused about their mission. After suffering an accident, most of the original scriptures were burned."
"They forgot who they wanted to resurrect, so based on the remaining information, they speculated... that the person to be resurrected was the famous King Arthur.
"This is quite logical, because I originally thought... that the witch wanted to resurrect King Arthur because her sister died on the Hill of Camlann, leading her to feel guilty as an older sister."
"But, according to your memories now, it's impossible for such a thing to happen... Morgan couldn't have wanted to resurrect King Arthur."
Waver gazed intently at his disciple.
"The person she wanted to resurrect, undoubtedly is..."
Waver hesitated for a moment, then handed over his words.
"... Alvin Pendragon."
"That's right."
A smile or perhaps a complex expression appeared on Waver's face.
"The villagers mistakenly wanted to resurrect King Arthur, but in reality, the true target they wanted to resurrect was the Son of the White Dragon."
"This might explain why Gray is a silver-haired girl..."
It's... silver hair.
In other words...
Gray is actually... a gender-swapped version of Alvin.
Realizing this, Reinhard's expression became somewhat frozen for a moment.
Ah, this...
Up to this moment.
Reinhard finally understood that even before the simulation of Alvin, there was a natural affinity he felt towards Gray. But where did it come from...
It was a resonance of bloodlines.
... Liking oneself, well, that couldn't be more normal, right?
"..."
His head was spinning.
Reinhard felt like his CPU was overheating.
I've... turned into a Saber face?! Saber is actually me?! I mean, when I think about it like this, suddenly it seems so reasonable?!
There's no way to look at Gray the same way again!
Kissing her would be like... kissing a gender-swapped version of myself?!
He clenched his fist.
Waver stood up, sighed deeply, and patted his disciple's dumbfounded shoulder.
"So, treat Gray well... you can't escape from this fate, Rein."
As his words fell...
Knock Knock Knock*
The door of the sickroom suddenly sounded with polite, standard three-knock knocking, causing both men inside to pause for a moment.
"I should have told Reines not to disturb..."
Not to disturb him and his disciple, alone.
But...
Without receiving anyone's permission.
The shackles on the locked tongue were easily unlocked by expert magecraft, and a delicate, fair-skinned hand, not at all like that of a man, gently pushed open the door of the sickroom.
Occupying his disciple, Waver, alertly glanced towards the door.
Appearing in front of him...
Was a gentle, smiling, silver-haired man.
His face was as delicate and soft as a woman's, and his whole demeanor was gentle, refined, and courteous.
A silver hair was loosely tied into a ponytail behind his head, hanging over one shoulder, adding a touch of warmth to his image.
"Lord of the Department of Astromancy, Marisbury Animusphere..."
Seeing the newcomer.
Waver's expression became alert, and his black eyes slightly narrowed.
"What wind blew you here without warning?"
"Oh my, Lord El-Melloi II, I heard that your modern magecraft's top disciple was unwell, and now that he has awakened, I came to visit him personally."
Marisbury smiled gently, as refreshing as a spring breeze.
Without anyone's permission.
He walked into the sickroom carrying gifts for his visit.
With a smile in his gray eyes and a steady pace, like a wolf eyeing its prey.
Waver stepped forward and stood in front of the silver-haired man, his dark eyes staring at the lord.
"Now that my disciple is unwell, please leave, Lord Animusphere."
"...Lord El-Melloi II, you're really keeping everyone at arm's length, I'm not going to eat your disciple."
Marisbury's smile was full of meaning, and a hint of something unusual flickered in his gray eyes.
"At least... can I have a few words with Reinhard?"
Behind Waver.
Sitting on the sickbed, Reinhard scrutinized the silver-haired man who came uninvited, the head of the Animusphere family.
It must be said.
A side ponytail, your hairstyle, is really quite dangerous, miss...
No, wait, is this person an uncle? Or a grandfather?
Animusphere.
That is the Lord of the Department of Astromancy of the Clock Tower.
Among the ten major disciplines of the Clock Tower, it ranks as one of the oldest and most powerful disciplines, no matter how it develops in the future, its foundation is far beyond that of the modern magecraft department at this time.
...This person, the head of the family, actually came to visit him?
The matter of him falling asleep, only a few people like Waver, Gray, and Reines knew...
But, did it reach his ears?
Is he concerned about him?
In fact, Reinhard is not familiar with the other party at all, at most, it's just a few encounters.
However...
... Last time, when he was promoted to the rank of pride.
In addition to Waver, this man stood up and, on behalf of the Animusphere family, gave him full support.
"Reinhard is undoubtedly an outstanding magus nurtured by our Clock Tower."
The silver-haired man smiled as he stood on the judging seat.
"For geniuses, their age should not limit their accomplishments. I believe that his promotion to the rank of pride should be unquestionable."
Marisbury's opinion greatly influenced the wavering situation on the judging seat, and in the end, Reinhard's promotion to the rank of pride was unanimously passed.
...It's all very suspicious.
Because the Animusphere family is an aristocratic faction, in other words, they are the heirs of thousands of years of magecraft heritage, the old Londoners who carry the banner of the straight-line flag.
The Department of Astromancy operates a deeply entrenched power within the Clock Tower, with a lineage that is pure and noble, and its disciples are also exceptionally talented.
Most of the noble families in the Clock Tower basically don't like the modern magecraft department, and they're even more displeased with Reinhard.
So why did Marisbury Animusphere, this magus from a prestigious family, step forward to speak for him?
Many people think that Reinhard privately allied himself with the aristocratic faction.
But, as the mentor, Waver naturally knew that his disciple had nothing to do with the Department of Astromancy.
So, in Waver's view, what does Marisbury's friendly gesture mean... it's obvious.
He had hidden intentions towards his disciple!
Because of his relatively tall stature.
Waver's face was solemn as he lowered his eyes, looking down at the silver-haired lord in front of him.
Marisbury Animusphere.
The other party's reputation in the Clock Tower can be said to be known to everyone, well-known and well-known. Regardless of his fame, at least he has much more power and wealth than El-Melloi II, and his family's assets... are much richer.
But this doesn't mean that Waver is afraid of him.
Your money may be more than mine, but your debts are definitely not as much as mine, I win!
He looks like he's in his early teens, a little moist and immature.
However, Waver was still studied in Kayneth's classroom when Marisbury was sporting that face.
He wonder how long this old thing has been alive, pretending to be young?
"Do you want to say something?"
Waver's tone was very indifferent.
"Your intrusion is already very rude. I haven't laid a hand on you, which is already respectful enough."
Although he knew he couldn't possibly win a fight.
But, if he doesn't stand up for himself, he might as well bury his honor in the presence of his disciple.
Waver started to loosen his tie.
"Indeed, you're so fond of your disciple..."
There was a smile on the silver-haired man's face, but there was no change in his expression.
He turned his gaze, smilingly looking at the black-haired youth sitting on the sickbed.
"So, Reinhard-"
"... I won't join the Department of Astromancy, Lord Marisbury Animusphere. If that's why you're here, you might as well turn around and leave now."
Reinhard's voice, somewhat weary, came from behind Waver.
This made Waver feel that the kid is really worth it.
No, wait... it seems that he hasn't treated him well either. It's the disciple who pays the mentor's overtime, he's the one who's been taking care of him.
Damn... thinking like this, he suddenly feel so ashamed.
"Tsk, Reinhard, I didn't come to invite you to join the Department of Astromancy. If you're worried about that, you can rest assured. I was really just worried and came to visit you."
Marisbury smiled like an old acquaintance, putting down the various precious items he was carrying, and sat down on the chair by Reinhard's sickbed.
That's my seat, hey!
Waver's mouth twitched a bit.
With just one bed and one chair, are you really asking me to sit on my disciple's lap?
Waver stared at the silver-haired man fiercely, but Marisbury just smiled, completely ignoring his murderous gaze.
Well, your skin is thick.
Waver coughed and then sat down on the narrow sickbed with Reinhard, squeezing together with his disciple, and raised his hand to affectionately press down on the black-haired youth's shoulder.
This is to assert his authority!
"..."
Reinhard sighed softly.
This sigh was for Marisbury Animusphere to hear.
The trust between him and Waver is not something outsiders can understand, it's a sincerity that transcends even crossing through identities.
Reinhard is not interested in the power and wealth of noble families.
To be honest, if he were to sell off the El-Melloi family, he wouldn't have half as much money as he does now.
In fact, as someone who has access to forward-looking intelligence in the world of advanced computing... Reinhard is well aware of the future trends and hotspots of the world. He knows exactly how to invest in cutting-edge information technology industries, and his rate of return in the stock market is nothing short of astonishing.
With his current assets, he could have paid off Waver's debts long ago, but he refuses to accept charity.
Money is nothing in the face of warp storms, not even waste paper, and he's trying to save not himself, but this world.
Reinhard has no favorable impression of this stranger who came uninvited.
His gentle attitude is just a facade, in reality, he has never respected Reinhard's opinions, and every step he takes is overbearing.
"I'll give you, at most, ten minutes... Lord Marisbury Animusphere, I hope you won't disturb our mentor-disciple conversation."
Having his important study interrupted, Reinhard was not pleased.
As they stared at each other, the tone of Reinhard's voice also became indifferent.
"This is... to repay you for speaking up for me when I was promoted. If you have any goals, please state them now, I will give you a definite answer, and I hope there won't be a next time."
"Really... impressive."
Marisbury smiled, and his gray eyes slowly opened. He, the lord of the Department of Astromancy , had no awe for this disciple of his rank.
Indeed, this person possesses the will to embrace an era and subvert the world.
"Yes, and it has nothing to do with the Department of Astromancy, Reinhard."
"Because... I want to invite you to join... the Chaldea project."
"Chaldea?"
Reinhard muttered the word.
He had some impression of it, but unfortunately, he had never played Fate Grand Order.
Therefore, it was just like hearing the name of some unfamiliar, trendy celebrity, trying hard to remember something, but couldn't help but think...
"What is this?"
Upon hearing this term, the person beside them couldn't help but furrow their brows deeply.
"The Department of Astromancy still hasn't given up on that paper-based military strategy idea?"
"Not only have we not given up, but we are also not far from success."
Marisbury smiled.
"Chaldea Base has already been established in Antarctica, with full support from the Atlas Institute."
"For example, we have already completed the construction of a near-future observation lens named SHEBA, which can help us observe the stability of the future humanity, and the success of the construction is no longer out of reach."
"You guys are insane..." Waver twitched his face.
"Thank you, insane, your praise is the greatest affirmation of our efforts."
Marisbury slightly bowed and smiled.
"The great progress in human history has never been accomplished overnight, but rather requires the spirit of exploration that is willing to subvert everything like a madman."
This kind of talk...
Sounds familiar.
Reinhard gazed at the smiling silver-haired man before him.
As if he saw another self from his eyes.
That is... the determination to subvert the world.
"What is Chaldea, professor?"
Waver glanced at his disciple next to him and pursed his lips.
"This is a concept proposed by the Department of Astromancy in 1950."
"Simply put, it is to first observe a certain point in time in the past or future, and then achieve time regression using a spiritron transference which in modern terms is rayshifting, ultimately altering the effects of history."
"Lord El-Melloi II, that's not entirely accurate. We don't want to alter history."
Marisbury smiled.
"But it's just that we want to... safeguard the stable development of humanity."
His tone was sincere in speaking.
Hearing Marisbilly's explanation, Reinhard was slightly stunned.
"Spiritron Transference."
This is the second time he has heard this term.
The last time was from...
... from the mouth of that incubus.
"What is spiritron transference again?"
"This is currently just a concept, and I don't know the specific principles, but if it's you, Reinhard..."
After pondering for a moment...
"Then, you only needs to describe it like this... we intend to turn humans into Schrodinger's cat."
"Understood..."
Having studied quantum mechanics, Reinhard immediately understood the meaning of his teacher's words.
"... Neither dead nor alive quantum state..."
"Reinhard, you truly deserve to be the vanguard of modern magecraft."
The silver-haired man applauded with a smile.
"Or should I say, you truly deserve to be mentor and disciple, communicating with intelligent people is so much easier."
"Yes, we hope to use magical means to decompose the human body into pseudo-spiritual particles, trapped in a state of both alive and dead like Schrodinger's cat.
"Then, while exploring history, we can project the spiritron particles that make up the human body into a past or future time point."
"In this way..."
"We, Chaldea, can fulfill our duty to protect human history, by summoning heroic spirits from the past, we can eliminate all the sources of instability, turmoil, and crises that lead to the humanity, strangling them in the early stages!"
The silver-haired man's tone was calm but contained fervor.
As the conversation came to an end, the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat stagnant.
Reinhard had to admit that Waver's assessment to him was very fair.
Attempting to hold the entire history of humanity in one's hands is indeed an insane idea, no, even insane is not enough to describe such arrogance.
But, it must be said...
... it suits his taste.
And also...
Time regression?
Isn't this...
... something his simulation software, with its capabilities?
Is his system related to Chaldea?
"So... why choose me?"
Reinhard asked the most critical question, and the reason will determine his response.
"I have absolutely no idea about what discipline of magecraft you followed before entering the Clock Tower, and I have no interest in it either..."
"No, it has absolutely nothing to do with that."
Marisbury stepped forward, enthusiastically shaking the hand of the black-haired youth.
"Reinhard, you are a genius!"
"No, genius is not enough to describe your talent... you are a monster of the era! I hope this doesn't upset you, but I mean it as a compliment!"
"You're going too far, Marisbury! Let go of your hand!"
Waver even abandoned the honorifics.
What a joke!
Reinhard's hand, only I as a mentor can hold it, it's a treasure!
Waver gritted his teeth, trying hard to pry open the old man's palms, but couldn't budge the smiling silver-haired man.
"Please... calm down a bit."
Reinhard shook his wrist slightly.
The palms of the silver-haired man were suddenly shaken open.
He smiled slightly, and a hint of uncertain light leaked from his eyes as he glanced at the palm of the black-haired youth, revealing a trace of suspicion.
"Physical strength, truly worthy of defeating that practical fighter, Bazett."
"I haven't agreed to your request yet, so shaking hands now might be a bit premature."
Reinhard held the palms of the two in his hand.
To be honest.
Even though the other party's plan suits his taste.
But for this person in front of him... Reinhard felt that he was untrustworthy.
Marisbury gave him the feeling, just like... Merlin.
The smile on his face.
But it was just... a mask worn on his face to make people feel comfortable.
Yes...
To imagine holding the entire history of humanity in his hands, this magus.
How could he... be comforting?
He is a person who lacks even more bottom line and is more indifferent than those magus who pursue human transmutation and flesh sacrifices.
"The old things in the Clock Tower are completely ignorant, but, Reinhard, I've heard about your substitute teaching!"
Marisbury smiled brightly.
"Your ideas about mana open source, external magic circle, can be said to be revolutionary genius ideas, which can benefit all mankind, not to mention your thesis... I've read it completely."
"To spread knowledge that would subvert the structure of the magical world like this, and to teach it for free, is to offend those old things' interests. Their impotent rage is completely normal... because, they're all a bunch of useless people~ They don't understand the interests involved, the trends of the times, and they can't stop it."
This... made Waver's expression somewhat uncontrollable.
Marisbury, you are Animusphere family, you are the biggest old thing, don't you have a sense of self-awareness at your age?
However.
The biggest old thing actually appreciates the most cutting-edge monsters.
"But... I understand! Reinhard!"
The silver-haired man's tone was filled with fervor.
"Your ideas, Reinhard, I understand them the most! We can be said to be on the same wavelength..."
"We have gathered in the entire magical world, also known as the most elite cutting-edge team, and your talent is unquestionable... you are a magus who is more talented than Daybit, or even more so than Kirschtaria. No, you are even stronger than them!"
"Those old things suppressed your thesis, so you know, right? Your talent, staying in this Clock Tower, is like a pearl thrown into mud. Come to Chaldea, that's where you can best display your talents..."
"... Chaldea, needs talents like you!"
The silver-haired man, like chasing a star, finally stopped his fervent declaration.
Reinhard and Waver in the hospital room looked at him in silence.
Pyramid scheme.
Too much like a pyramid scheme leader.
Exaggerated almost to the point of ridiculousness.
Marisbury seemed to realize his own state somewhat, coughed twice lightly, and his face returned to its serene and aristocratic smile.
"How... what do you think? Reinhard, I've come to invite you personally, you see the sincerity in it, right?"
He spread out his palms.
"The organization that maintains human existence, Chaldea. This is... paving the way for the grand ideals of humanity and the future."
"If you also care about humanity, then joining us is your best choice."
And with these words...
Reinhard's heart moved slightly.
Yes...
If Chaldea's ideology is as Marisbury described.
Then, if various natural disasters in the future are predicted to ravage humanity, Reinhard has found a group of like-minded partners to resist together.
So, he was slightly moved.
But...
Marisbury... this person gives him a very strange feeling.
For some special reason.
Reinhard now really hates silver-haired men who like to speak gently and smile.
After pondering for a moment.
He gave his final answer.
"If I have time."
"I... can visit Chaldea first."
"This is undoubtedly Chaldea's honor."
Under the somewhat Waver's complex gaze.
The silver-haired man stepped forward, holding the hand of the black-haired youth.
This time, Reinhard did not refuse.
"Reinhard."
Maribusry muttered his name.
"Reinhard, do you know what my first impression was when I saw you? Tree, that's what it was. Tree that would continuously grow beyond limits, that was my first impression when I saw you."
"Hehe... Tree often represents the vigorous growth and vitality of plants."
"This is just like the development of our humanity to this day... we, the entire history of humanity, are like a tree deeply rooted in the earth, spreading branches and leaves under the sky."
"This... perhaps is our unique fate, you're really very interesting."
"Tree..."
"It seems to give me some... inspiration."
While smiling, he spoke inexplicable words.
Marisbury pulled out a business card from his pocket and politely handed it over with both hands.
"Chaldea is welcome to your visit, Reinhard. Be sure to come and visit when you have time."
Looking at the business card in front of him, imprinted with the pattern of spreading olive branches and the crescent moon's ripples.
Reinhard's gaze was slightly frozen.
Not only because the emblem was rotated ninety degrees clockwise from the United Nations emblem.
But also because... this pattern.
He had seen it before.
He vaguely remembered.
On the battlefield of the Eternal Night Spiral.
On the clothing of a red-haired girl he didn't recognize.
That was...
"Fujimaru... Ritsuka?"
Reinhard murmured to himself, uttering the name.
"You're from... Chaldea?"
"What's wrong, Reinhard."
Seeing Reinhard's slightly stunned expression, Marisbury narrowed his eyes slightly.
"It's nothing... I just think, this emblem resembles the United Nations emblem."
Reinhard snapped out of his thoughts.
He thought... those two girls were also summoned by a counter force.
Correction... of history...?
No... it's not hard to say, Chaldea...
... If he went there, participated in the construction of Chaldea, the purpose of it would be to subdue himself in human history?!
So he was digging a hole for himself?
"Ah~ you have a sharp eye, Reinhard. Indeed, Chaldea's emblem is indeed modeled after the United Nations emblem, which is also a wish for peace and prosperity for us humans."
It had already far exceeded the ten-minute time limit.
Every step, Reinhard's and Waver's reactions were already calculated by him.
Thinking that another undercover agent was about to be recruited.
A gentle and refreshing smile appeared on the silver-haired man's face.
Yes.
If it's you, Reinhard.
If it's you, you can definitely take on the role of the undercover team leader and lead Chaldea to subvert the entire decaying and corrupt magical world.
"Well then... please take a rest, Reinhard~"
Marisbury walked to the door of the hospital room and waved his hand.
Suddenly.
He seemed to remember something.
A meaningful smile appeared on his face.
"Oh, right."
"My dear Mary~ come here."
"Come, let's introduce each other to Reinhard, take good care of him for me, Mary."
"Be sure to... get along with him closely.
"Because he..."
"... might be, your future husband."
In the expressions of Reinhard and Waver, which were almost frozen.
The silver-haired man clapped his hands.
Immediately.
A silver-haired girl with flushed cheeks and eyes as clear as amber was held by her parents like a tool and pushed into the room.
"... Lord El-Melloi, Reinhard..."
"I... I am..."
"Olga Marie Animusphere..."
Dressed gorgeously, wearing conspicuous red stockings, the girl's face was almost crimson as she nervously bowed to the two people in front of her.
Then she looked back at the one who pushed her out like an item.
The silver-haired man smiled slightly, waved to her, and opened his lips, seemingly saying something silently.
Get close to him... He needs me...
I have to... perform well...
Yes...
To try to make the man in front of me.
... Become my husband.
She had long heard of the name Sleeping Magus.
He was the most popular and talked-about magus among the younger magus of the Clock Tower, receiving the most rumors and gossip.
He's... quite good-looking too...
Olga Marie Animusphere stared at the black-haired youth in front of her, feeling as if her brain was flooding with dizziness, feeling a little unsteady on her feet.
He said, he is... my future husband...?
Then, how... should I... approach my husband?
"Oh, right, Reinhard..."
Already preparing to leave.
The silver-haired man seemed to remember something again, smiling slightly.
"I also plan to participate in the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki this time. I hope the two of us don't meet each other on the battlefield..."
Looking at the black-haired mentor and disciple in front of him, digesting this shocking news.
The silver-haired daughter stood a little awkwardly in the hospital room.
The head of the Animusphere family smiled.
That elegant figure disappeared outside the door.
"..."
At the edge of the door frame, two furry heads quietly appeared, one golden and one silver.
"Stare...."
Reines and Gray.
As early as when Marisbury opened the door, Reines and Gray, who came to take care of their future husband quietly squatted at the door, facing each other in silence.
This situation, it's a 1v1v1 melee.
The hospital room wasn't spacious.
Suddenly, three beautiful girls entered, emitting a faint fragrance from their bodies and clothes.
Two silver-haired and one golden.
Looking at Gray beside her and this Olga Marie.
Reines suddenly felt uneasy.
Her hair color, was significantly suppressed!
The omen of her defeat seemed to flicker above her head.
She must take the initiative to attack!
"So..."
Reines smiled meaningfully.
"We only have a narrow bed tonight, you and Rein is using it entirely. How are we going to sleep?"
Her words carried an obvious implication.
The inappropriate old thing, hurry up and leave~
On the hospital bed.
Waver covering his face with his hand.
Marisbury, you old fox, you even sent your daughter over. So, is the final card left here?
...Should he chase her away?
Unfortunately, the little girl is just a tool, and she seems to listen to her father's words.
What should he do now...
Waver is least adept at dealing with women, he slowly let out a long sigh and patted Reinhard's shoulder.
"Rein, your mentor is working overtime, you should rest..."
Waver also didn't mention anything about ruining his energy anymore. When it's time to ruin, he'll ruin it, it's not like it's his own energy he's ruining.
The mentor and disciple pair looked at each other.
From his eyes.
Reinhard saw the character run in those pupils.
...Do you want to run?
In such a chaotic scene, are you going to abandon me?
Reinhard silently took out a stack of pounds from his pocket.
Waver took it and put it in his own pocket.
"Thank you, consider these as detective fees, Rein. I wish you goodnight in advance."
"I didn't mean that!"
The outstretched hand failed to catch the hurried Waver.
Bang!
The door of the ward was tightly closed by Waver, who seemed to flee, and he also magically locked the door, the scent of the woman was driving him crazy.
"Rein~"
"After enjoying a few hours alone with that old thing, do you miss me?"
Reines kicked off her boots, squeezed into the bed for the first time, and a smile as charming as a cat with narrowed eyes appeared on her face.
Seeing such inexperienced teasing behavior, Reinhard pinched Reines's face and sighed.
"Miss Reines, you...don't go too far! I haven't even kissed senpai after you kissed senpai previously! Let's even it out!"
Gray squeezed over from the other side of the bed.
The bed shook loudly.
The two lively people stirred up in the quilt, occasionally ambiguous...giving a sensation that made one's fists clenched.
What are you two doing!
Reinhard raised his eyes and looked a bit silently at the other silver-haired girl who was pinching her clothes, her face flushed.
Wrapped tightly in red stockings, the girl's plump thighs rubbed slightly, emitting a hissing sound.
So...
... Are I just going to sit...sit on you?
From her rippling, amber eyes.
Reinhard read such words.
A man alone with three girls, living together in one room.
People would surely think there would be an exciting battle...
But unfortunately, there won't be any exciting fights between them, because at the moment his heart is already owned by Morgan, figuratively and literally.
So he quickly diffused the situation by inviting them to compete in a different field...
"So, let's... play Uno together."
"???"
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