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For less than three seconds, Gemstone was back to his shameless old man self. Seeing Kenneth's smile becoming increasingly creepy, Zelrich quickly changed the subject and began to sketch on the ground in a pretentious manner.
"You rascal, fine, I'll leave Albion to you too, after all, you're the expert in this area."
"Tsk, you're always ordering around an old man like me. Don't you know how busy I am? I haven't even chosen the protagonist for several worlds yet. If this keeps up, I'll be exhausted."
While complaining about Kenneth's capitalist behavior, the Gem Elder constructed the second spell. As the magic of the ley lines was drawn away, the mystery accumulated in the ancient city gradually extended into a passage connecting to a parallel world.
"That's all for now. You're not in a hurry anyway. I'll do the rest when I have time. Now get lost, you've hit the key point of the spell!"
"Hurry up, or I'm afraid you'll forget. I'll come knocking on your door to urge you if it drags on too long."
Completely lacking any sense of respect for elders and children, Kenneth disappeared into the passage to the original world with Arcueid. Meanwhile, in Misaki City, a certain scoundrel who had been drunk the night before finally peeked out from under the covers.
"Ah~~ Is it dawn already? Let me see what that bastard is doing... Ah? Where is that bastard! Why isn't he in this world! Wait, where is Arcueid too! I haven't even gotten on the train yet! Bastard!!"
A desperate wail echoed throughout the hotel, as some forgotten scoundrel once again transformed into a dust-beater, drilling a hole in the world's barrier.
Volume: Volume 6
Chapter 283 Chaldea's Progress
The construction of Albion, the Fairy Realm, and Chaldea is proceeding smoothly. In the completed administrative district, Kenneth, who was thrown there by the Jewel King, is sitting in an office filled with white light, reviewing the progress of the work over this period.
"Master, the Phenomenon Recording Computer Familiar Laplace and the Simulated Earth Environment Model Chaldea have undergone three rounds of debugging and there are no abnormalities. The Near Future Observation Lens Sheba has completed theoretical verification and is ready for construction. The only issue is the construction of the Guardian Heroic Spirit Summoning System Destiny. Ms. Morgan and Lord Animusphia have some disagreements."
"The disagreement is related to removing King Arthur from his seat, isn't it?"
As Chris, with her ethereal beauty, nodded, Kenneth smiled and tossed the documents in his hand onto the table.
"Build it according to the original plan. The summoning system that Morgan needs can be classified as an independent project. Stop the production of androids and the research plan for sub-servants. If Marisbury has any objections, have him come see me."
Humanity's principles can't reach this world, and Kenneth didn't create Chaldea to save some nonsense about humanity. Kenneth has no interest in projects unrelated to pseudo-spiritual particle transfer. Besides, Marisbury's artificial human technology is inferior even to Einzbern's, and Kenneth, who holds the Third Law, really looks down on those defective products.
“I understand, this is the list of potential Masters that Lord Marisbury has collected.”
Raising an eyebrow, Kenneth was curious about what kind of talent Marisbury could find in this world. He glanced at the list of reserve Masters, and after not finding the name of that human evil, Kenneth quickly flipped to the list of official personnel.
As Kenneth expected, Kirshtalia Wodim was ranked first. Besides this genius who was born in the wrong era, Kenneth also found Debit Zem Void and Ofelia Famsolone on this short list.
Although Kenneth was somewhat disappointed not to see the full picture of his old friends from Group A, he was relieved to think that it was only 98. Ophelia was still a rookie who had just graduated from the basic courses, so it would be really difficult to ask Maris Billy to pull out all those prodigies at once.
"The list is fine. Pay special attention to the one named Debit. Ophelia is also quite capable. Chris, you can bring her over to assist you."
As Kenneth spoke, Chris's brain, which was as sharp as a calculator, immediately flashed an image of a brown-haired, eye-patch-wearing, seemingly unsociable person. Considering Kenneth's chaotic nightlife, Chris's expression instantly turned 'tortured'.
"Chris, what's with that look? While I may have plenty of desires, I have no interest in young girls."
Chris remained silent, shifting her gaze to the other end of the room, where Arcueid, who had come to this world with Kenneth, was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, watching educational cartoons and giggling foolishly.
"Hmm, it seems I was overthinking it. Master, your tastes might need to be adjusted a bit more."
Having finally escaped the mess at the Clock Tower, Chris was sent by the capitalist Kenneth to the Fairy Realm, where she couldn't even see the sun, before she even had half a day to enjoy the fruits of her labor. As an artificial human who craved blood to the core, it was impossible for Chris not to harbor some resentment.
Faced with Chris's resentful gaze, Kenneth habitually pretended to be blind. As the key to Kenneth's plan, the construction of Chaldea could not tolerate the slightest carelessness. Apart from Morgan, who was busy with other matters, the only one capable of confronting Marisbury was Chris. In order for the plan to proceed normally, Kenneth could only keep exploiting this hardworking little maid.
"Ahem, let's leave my taste aside for now. How's it going at the Atlas Institute? What stage has the Spirit Particle Calculation Device reached?"
If Chaldea is likened to a human body, then the simulated Earth environment and near-future lenses are merely the torso; what truly drives this massive organization is the Spirit Particle Calculation Device, which represents the heart.
If we know the position and momentum of every atom in the world, we can calculate the past and future of the world. However, the world contains so much information that if the time to calculate the future exceeds the time to reach the future, then all calculations will be meaningless.
Only the Atlas Institute's Spirit Particle Calculation Device could handle such massive calculations. It can be said that all the equipment in Chaldea to date serves the Spirit Particle Calculation Device. Only when this far-ahead calculation device is completed can Kenneth's plan be achieved.
"I have already communicated this with the Atlas Institute. The Spirit Particle Computing Device is expected to be delivered by the end of 2003, provided that other projects are not affected."
"So, it can go even faster?"
Without doubting Chris's competence, Kenneth pondered the timeline. In terms of progress alone, the Chaldea construction led by Kenneth was nearly ten years ahead of the original story. But even so, Kenneth was not satisfied. The Chaldea of the other world couldn't wait that long. The Burning of Humanity, however, only took a year from start to finish. To avoid getting involved in the Lostbelt's mess, Kenneth had to complete the construction of Chaldea in this world before facing Goetia.
"Theoretically, it can be improved further. I have calculated that if the Atlas Institute stops research in other fields and focuses all its efforts on manufacturing the Spirit Particle Computing Device, the construction progress can be shortened by half."
As expected of the android created by Kenneth, he has mastered how to efficiently exploit Chris. Converting the time scales of the two worlds, Kenneth's fingers rhythmically tapped on the table.
"Shorten it by half, that would be around 2001. No, that's still too slow. Let's find out where Tsbia Eltnam Oberon is now?"
Seemingly anticipating Kenneth's interest in the Dean of the Atlas Institute, Chris, who had been standing beside Kenneth, turned around and took a file from a nearby bookshelf.
"Because of Ms. Morgan, the head of the Atlas Academy will regularly travel to Wales to check the results of the calculations in accordance with the contract. If you are interested, the head of the Atlas Academy will arrive in Wales in three days."
"Wales? Morgan hasn't cleaned up the mess she left behind yet?"
When Wales was mentioned, Kenneth immediately thought of Grey, the woman Morgan had been preparing for centuries to resurrect King Arthur. Four years after the Fourth Grail War ended, Morgan hadn't even thought about it, and Kenneth really wanted to pry open the witch's mind to see what Morgan was thinking.
“Ms. Morgan has been busy with the work you left behind, Master. I don’t think she has had time to dismantle that ritual.”
Chris answered Kenneth's question with very realistic reasons, and then stared at him with a melancholy look. However, Chris's gaze was destined to be in vain. As a qualified capitalist, Kenneth had never had a conscience. He rubbed his chin and calculated the time, and then slammed the file in his hand shut.
“I understand. Chris, you continue to keep an eye on Marisbury. I'll handle things at the Atlas Institute.”
Patting the man on the shoulder, Kenneth opened a crack leading to the El-Melloi house. After Kenneth and Arcueid had completely left, Chris, who was nearly exhausted from working 007, dialed the phone to the Clock Tower.
"Is this Mr. Webber? The Modern Magic Department should have a magician named Ophelia Famsolone..."
Just as Chris, who was both a maid and secretary, was looking for a secretary for herself, Kenneth's mood inexplicably improved when she saw the newly renovated El-Melloi mansion. After arranging for Sera to give Arcueid a room, Kenneth went down the stairs to Morgan's workshop.
In the dimly lit space, Morgan, dressed in a black and blue gauze dress, seemed to be fiddling with something. Hearing the easily recognizable footsteps, Morgan, with a slight smile on her lips, directly opened the gate to the Fairy Realm.
"That can wait. I have something I want to talk to you about."
"Talk? But I prefer to open up when we're doing those things. The witch's lingering poison is quite potent. Before it's properly channeled, I don't think I can have a rational conversation with you."
After performing a dramatic splitting act for Kenneth, Morgan, now in three parts, climbed onto Kenneth's body from various corners. Feeling the oppressive force of human emotions, Kenneth then led the enchantress before him into the gates of the Fairy Realm.
"Then let's talk while we guide each other. I hope you can hold on until the conversation ends."
With a coquettish laugh, she pressed her heart even closer, pressing down with all her weight. Her light blue high heels, hanging loosely on her feet, swayed. Morgan's fingers traced circles on Kenneth's chest through the fabric, her pink tongue brushing against the corner of her lips. With her eyes filled with excitement, Morgan raised her head in response to Kenneth's gaze.
"Then I'll wait and see. Whether you can give me a proper conversation depends on how hard you try~ My devil~"
Chapter 284 Interlude
The next day, in front of the El-Melloi mansion, besides Arcueid, who seemed to want to stick to Kenneth the whole time, and the radiant Morgan, a few more unexpected people joined the journey to Blackmore, Wales.
"What are you looking at me for! As a Knight of the Round Table, I'll go wherever my father goes!"
Okay, ignoring Mordred who was given away as a gift, Kenneth turned his attention to the two King Arthurs, one black and one blue. To be honest, Kenneth could understand why Blue Saber would have ideas about Morgan's ritual to resurrect her, but he really couldn't understand why Black Saber, who was only interested in junk food, would get involved. Seemingly noticing Kenneth's gaze, Black Saber, dressed in black clothes, hot pants, and over-the-knee boots, immediately met Kenneth's golden eyes.
"Hmph! Just boredom! As the king of this land, I need to inspect my territory. Magician, do you have a problem with that?"
With his hands on his chest and his head turned to the side, Blackie, who didn't even bother to come up with a reason, performed a British-style look of disdain for Kenneth.
"Lily, have you forgotten all the manners I taught you?"
As soon as Morgan spoke, the two Artorias of different colors shuddered in unison. However, after noticing that Morgan's target was Alter Alter, Blue Alter, who was waiting to get on the bus but still hadn't forgotten to eat, immediately turned her watchful gaze to the arrogant Alter Alter.
"Etiquette! What use is that? Can it feed you? Respect is determined by force. If you want to earn my respect, then prove to me that you are strong enough to deserve my respect!"
Although he was in a sorry state when Morgan knocked him down, it has to be said that Blackie looked really cool when he said those words. After being "kindly" taught a lesson by Morgan, the obedient Blackie was so angry that he couldn't even eat his hamburger. He fixed his burning gaze on Kenneth and vowed to find an opportunity to teach this pretty boy Morgan had raised a lesson.
Ignoring the gaze from Blackie, Kenneth took advantage of the break during his trip to Wales to think about how to make the Atlas Institute obediently act as his lapdog. The Spirit Particle Verification Device was the core of Kenneth's plan. If they really couldn't reach an agreement, Kenneth wouldn't mind flipping the table and stealing the Atlas Institute's prototype. After all, conditions could only be negotiated if Kenneth wanted to; otherwise, it was just a bunch of nonsense.
"According to you, I have an immature younger sister who has been possessed by that thing?"
Just as Kenneth was pondering, Morgan's voice rang in his mind. Realizing that the witch wanted to whisper something to him, Kenneth nodded and replied:
"That's right. Because his knights failed to obey fate and return the Holy Sword, King Arthur, who should have died, did not die. He remained in the mortal world with the Holy Lance, becoming a wandering ghost. Rather than saying she is King Arthur, it would be more accurate to say she is the goddess Rungominiad, born from King Arthur's body, an absolutely calm and rational possibility."
As for Gunner, Kenneth admitted he was really craving it, especially given the similarities between Gunner and Morgan. Having never tried the sandwich game before, Kenneth really wanted to experience the feeling of a black and white sandwich.
"Goddess Rungomminiad? That means the consciousness of that gun! In that case, it's unforgivable!"
Morgan had seen the Holy Lance Rungomminiad before; she had left it in the Blackmore Cemetery. She hadn't noticed anything wrong with it when she created the pseudo-personality, but now, knowing the true nature of the Holy Lance, Morgan longed to tear apart the goddess who had taken over Artoria's body.
“Yes, goddess Rungomminiad, no matter how the mystery dissipates, the mystery of that spear will not be lost. Relying on the goddess born from the last mystery, I think you, living in the age of gods, should have more say than I do.”
"The Lord God?"
As Morgan uttered her answer softly, her eyes flickered. After weighing the pros and cons in her mind, Morgan leaned against Kenneth with a captivating charm, which made Arcueid, who was playing cards with Mordred in the back row, pout.
"Oh, what a jealous fellow. Don't worry, I won't steal your partner. As a witch, isn't it only natural to serve demons?"
A great deal of doubt flashed across Arcueid's large eyes. Forgive Arcueid for not being able to process Morgan's roundabout explanation, but Arcueid found it quite reasonable at first glance.
Witch + Serving = Subordinate Serving Superior = Working Relationship? But do humans really have this kind of working relationship? Arcueid's brain was successfully fried by this inexplicable equation, while Black Saber clicked her tongue in displeasure after seeing Morgan's appearance.
It wasn't jealousy or anything; the mighty Black King Arthur didn't have such girlish emotions. It was just that Black Dai couldn't stand Morgan's current behavior. As an extreme of King Arthur, Black Dai subconsciously acknowledged some of Morgan's qualities, and even once thought that Morgan's royal qualities surpassed his own. But now, Morgan, who might be more suitable to be king than himself, was behaving in this way, which made Black Dai feel quite uncomfortable.
But no matter how conspicuous Blackie was, Morgan, who had already chosen to take refuge under Kenneth's command, wouldn't change anything. Great Britain was already dead, so what was the point of spouting this nonsense now? Wasn't it better to enjoy that irresistible feeling? Ignoring Blackie's angry glare, Morgan blew a breath on the back of Kenneth's neck and got up imperceptibly.
"Hehe, what a cute fellow. It seems you had a wonderful time in that world too."
"If I had to say, it was indeed quite exciting. After all, the taste of a planet is not easy to savor, and having bones broken so often is hardly a pleasant memory."
Savoring the warmth of the crimson moon, Kenneth continued chatting with Morgan on the encrypted channel. After teasing Kenneth about his womanizing ways, Morgan steered the conversation back to the Holy Lance.
"My demon lord, is that gun from that world?"
Before Kenneth could answer, a strange feeling washed over him. His gaze fell on Morgan, whose dark blue high heels fell to the ground. Morgan, who had also studied the Second Law, inserted her feet into a very hidden spatial rift. Looking at Morgan's seductive smile, Kenneth, with his expression under control, scrutinized the witch before him with an attitude that remained unchanged even if a mountain collapsed in front of him.
"It is indeed that world. Judging by the time, it's almost time for her to appear. What, you want to go to that world?"
"Of course I want to go. My sister can't be bullied by outsiders. Unfortunately, I'm just a witch with no strength to even kill a chicken, so I can only use my own methods to persuade you."
Seeing that Kenneth's expression remained unchanged, Morgan, feigning weakness, then reached her slender hands, covered by a black gauze dress, into the crevice. The delicate touch and the friction of the gauze dress were undeniable; as a witch, Morgan possessed an extraordinary talent for manipulating emotions.
"Convince me? That's not enough. Didn't you say it yourself? That one is a god-level being, while I'm just an ordinary magician being manipulated by a witch. How can I possibly stand against the goddess Rungomminiad who wields the Star Anchor?"
Since Morgan had spoken, Kenneth would naturally take Morgan to that world, a fact Morgan was well aware of. But sometimes feigning ignorance is a form of tacit understanding, and since Kenneth was cooperating so well, Morgan, who wasn't exactly a respectable person to begin with, was happy to continue this little game with Kenneth.
"But I don't think so. The demon that can give me peace of mind wouldn't be so powerless. You're quite energetic right now, aren't you?"
"I may have the spirit, but some things are like laws; if you can't do them, you just can't. Fighting that goddess is going to be very difficult for me."
Responding to Morgan with a troubled expression, Kenneth, who was playing the exciting little game with her, shrugged, indicating his inability to help. Seeing Kenneth's refusal to cooperate, the alluring look in Morgan's eyes vanished, and she instantly adopted a pitiful expression, as if she had gotten into character. Her fingertips continued to move across the paper, and at this moment, Morgan displayed her multifaceted nature—fairy, goddess, princess—to the fullest extent.
"Is there really no other way? Lord Demon, I'll give anything to save my sister."
"Really? You'll give anything? Then let me see just how far you can go with this 'anything you can give' policy. The deadline is until we reach Wales."
Seeing Kenneth's wicked grin, Morgan's increasingly pitiful expression resembled that of a delicate girl being coerced by a villain, revealing a resigned look. Another spatial rift opened, and Morgan, engrossed in a mini-game, lowered her head, as if finding the journey quite boring, and leaned against the car window for a nap...
"Are they sick? These two people, they don't say a word, and they're crying and laughing all the time!"
As a bonus for his companions, Mordred, who was playing cards with Arcueid, noticed the change in the expressions of the two people in the front seat and began to complain. For a moment, the only noise in the extended car was the sound of playing cards.
"Tch, what a pair of scoundrels."
As a tyrannical king who has not yet been corrupted by life, Blackie noticed the fluctuation in the space. Although he didn't understand what the two people in front were doing, it didn't stop Blackie from cursing them under his breath.
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"What 'huh'? You spineless bastard, that hamburger is mine!"
After uncovering the hungry Blue Saber, Black Saber quickly shifted her attention to the takeout food.
Chapter 285 Grey
"Black Mother" is what the villagers of Blackmore call Morgan, who once appeared here. Four years ago, the Gold of the Blade was lost, and the villagers, who aimed to resurrect the last king of the Age of Gods, fell into fear. But then, as Gray gradually showed characteristics similar to that of the Storm King, these villagers, who had worshipped King Arthur since the time of Camelot, were immediately overwhelmed with joy.
While hastening their search for the stolen gold, the villagers, whose aim is to resurrect King Arthur, offer their fanatical faith to Grey, who has been chosen as King Arthur's body. Wearing another person's face, being treated as another person's idol, and living a life predetermined by rituals, even her once loving mother becomes a 'fanatic'. Grey, still a child, is thus isolated from the world.
"Hey, hey, hey, Grey! How long are you going to hide? Class is about to start! You don't think you can skip training just because you're late, do you?! Hahaha, what a... Ah—ah—!! I'm going to faint!"
“I know, I know, Yad.”
With her lips pursed and her thoughts exposed, Grey violently shook the basket in her hand. Although she had a mouth, in this place filled with awe, only Ad could give Grey an outlet for her loneliness. The clattering sounds disappeared, and seeing Ad rolling his eyes, Grey tightened her hood and walked towards the cemetery with a death-defying spirit.
To tell you a joke, Grey, the reincarnation of King Arthur, a professional exorcist wielding the Star Anchor and possessing numerous techniques against evil spirits, is afraid of ghosts. If it weren't for the fact that she felt embarrassed to refuse to be a kind mentor to him, Grey would really run away when faced with those twisted 'spirits'.
This time, however, Grey miscalculated. The moment she pushed open the church door, Grey was struck by the greatest shock of her life. Several Takeuchi faces stared at her, and under the gaze of the faces she feared, the basket in Grey's hand clattered to the ground.
"Oh, it's you? Sniff sniff... the scent is so similar! And the appearance is so similar too! Hahaha!"
With the typical symptoms of a socially anxious madman, Mordred pulled off Gray's cloak with the smug look of a brat. Seeing Gray retreating like a frightened kitten and putting the cloak back on, Mordred, who had never seen such an expression on Gray's face before, immediately became interested. He grabbed Gray and wouldn't let go. Mordred now wished he could unleash all his desires for Gray on Gray.
"Mordred, bullying the weak is not something a knight should do!"
Turning her gaze away from the fallen and feigning-death Yad, and watching Grey being fondled by Mordred while wearing her own face, Blue Dirk, feeling inexplicably annoyed, unusually regained the dignity she used to make fun of. With a blanket draped over her, her domineering aura swept over, and Blue Dirk, radiating holy light, instantly illuminated the somewhat gloomy church, becoming a human LED.
"cut!"
The radiance of Alter's light displeased the Black Saber, who had long since abandoned such things. The dragon-like golden eyes locked onto Gray, who was cornered by Mordred, while the Black Saber, known for her violent and tough nature, disdainfully looked away.
"Coward! Kai, now that you've seen him, are you still planning to play dead? I don't remember my knight being this weak!"
Compared to Blue Saber's reserved nature, Black Saber was straightforward and immediately fixed her gaze on Ad, who was pretending to be dead on the ground. Her slightly impatient voice rang out, and Ad, feeling the gazes focused on him and realizing that he couldn't keep up the act any longer, finally opened his eyes.
“My lord, I am not the knight you entrusted with this important task; I am merely a personification of that knight.”