Chapter 001 1

"Come to think of it, how did you manage to hide it yesterday?" Fujimaru Ritsuka sat at the bar, waiting for Kirshtalia to make her some soda water. "Wouldn't a villain organization of that level be suspicious if they didn't see the body?"

"Actually, Asclepius delayed the effect of the Noble Phantasm - all right." Kirshtalia handed the soda to Fujimaru Ritsuka and then started the coffee machine. "But it was really thrilling when we stole the body later..."

"Did Ritsuka hand over the leadership to Asclepius yesterday?" Roman yawned as he walked down the stairs. "Good morning, does this solve the problem of cognitive anchor points?"

"After all, this time we are trying to snatch someone from the hands of the God of Death." Fujimaru Ritsuka stuck out his tongue. "Although our Chaldea can be considered to be favored by the gods, this is another world."

"Good morning, Dr. Roman." Kirshtalia placed a cup of steaming milk foam on the bar. "Has communication with Chaldea been restored?"

"Unfortunately, maybe it's because of a problem in the main world here that the communication is completely cut off." Roman moved the milk foam to the cash register, then bent down and opened the drawer. "Fortunately, the deputy director was worried about you two and prepared a backup plan in advance..."

"Rather, she was prepared for the communication to be cut off when she handed the choice to Ritsuka under the pressure of the main world consciousness here." Marines Billy walked from the bookshelf to the group. "After all, Ritsuka will not accept killing others for the survival of the world."

"Most people in Chaldea are capable of doing this." Kirshtalia handed the coffee to Marinesbury, "After all, we are magicians. And, teacher, Chaldea is out of black tea."

"We've already placed the order." Marinesbury waved his hand. "We'll definitely get it before we go back this time. It'll probably be enough for us to travel for a hundred years."

“Director Marisbury,” Roman spread out a pile of materials on the table. “That kid didn’t agree to let you participate in this operation just to get you to buy Darjeeling.”

“…I also placed an order for Ceylon.”

"She really didn't ask you to come out to buy black tea."

"A four-point BJD?" Fujimaru Ritsuka turned his head to look at the doll that Roman was assembling. "Is there anything special about the doll?"

"This doll has been specially processed." Roman's fingertips stroked the doll's body, and the magic power pulled the limbs together to form a complete body. "To a certain extent, it can be used as a part of the concept of magic - I don't need to tell you two what kind of magic it is, right?"

"It represents the corner of the Earth." Kirshtalia nodded to Fujimaru Ritsuka, "Have you figured out how to deal with the problems of this world?"

"All we have to do is kill the connection between this world and the main world." Fujimaru Ritsuka gestured with a straw in his hand. "The problem is how to find the node of connection. The world consciousness's request can be realized by magic after the connection is cut off... Well, it should be closer to magic."

"From now on, what we in Chaldea have mastered already belongs to the second law." Roman was putting clothes on the doll. "The abilities that Gemstone has mastered are only useful in a series of parallel worlds such as the main world and derivative world of Type-Moon - we wandered directly from Type-Moon to other places."

"But resurrection from the dead is something that technology cannot achieve." Kirshtalia sat next to Fujimaru Ritsuka with a cup of hot cocoa, "So strictly speaking, it's still magic."

"After all, Chaldea is the only thing left in our world." Fujimaru Ritsuka laughed, "And because we have all accepted the transformation of the Third Law - we can't say that we are living as human beings anymore."

“Do you regret it?” Roman took out a piece of white paper and began to draw a magic circle. “If you had chosen the other option at that time, the deputy director would have agreed. After all, she had already eliminated all the existences that could threaten the three of us. She just didn’t want everyone in Chaldea to die.”

"But if that happens, the deputy director will die." Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed, "Even if that memory will be erased, I will still feel sad - I will not regret accepting the third law transformation, nor will I regret going to different worlds to collect magic power in order to rebuild the world."

"There is actually another way to contact Chaldea." Roman placed the magic circle under the puppet, "but I think it's better to forget it."

"Magic☆Merry?"

“Don’t be so sensitive at a time like this?” Roman complained.

“The Crown chat room was also cut off?” Kirshtalia looked at Roman. “What about the Clairvoyance chat room?”

“I came here as ‘Dr. Roman’, not ‘Solomon’.” Roman sighed, “The fact that I can use magic is because the consciousness of this world has opened a backdoor. If a Grand Spiritual Base had manifested, I would have been chased away by the consciousness of the main world on the spot.”

"Also, I hope you remember that the Clairvoyance chat room is built in the gap of the dream." The BJD puppet stretched its limbs awkwardly. "Even if Mr. Merlin has mastered the second method to connect the dream, Akiman without Clairvoyance cannot enter."

"Good morning, Lord Lansemello."

"What is the time point in this world?" Lansermello moved the puppet's body vigorously, "Confirm it so that Leonardo can optimize the transfer system."

"Teacher, which point on the timeline did we set before?" Kirshtalia asked Marisbilli.

"The original plan was to do it in the past, before anything had happened - in 1894." Marinesbury knocked on the bar. "The current timeline observation accuracy of Chaldea can only be accurate to the year, and the coordinates can only be traced back to different worlds - there is no way to be specific to a city."

"The original plan was to spend enough time to directly eliminate the villains and malicious influences in this world—" Lansermelo instructed Roman to find a radio gymnastics show and move his body to the beat, "but the time has obviously shifted too much—there is not enough time, so where are you starting from?"

"Kirshtalia and I were grouped together at the beginning." Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced at Kirshtalia, "but the two of us led Holmes and Moriarty respectively - and we both just happened to commit suicide on the rooftop at the beginning."

"Uh...are the people rescued?"

"The second Heroic Spirit that Ritsuka leads is Asclepius," Kirshtalia answered.

"...I was counting on Moriarty to show off his skills."

"A hundred years ago, it was possible to end the main storyline by becoming the black side, but now..."

"Hurry up and kill the connection between the two worlds, otherwise how will we save the one who got into the car accident?"

"……Too."

"Maris and Achiman, where did you start?" Lansemelo was placed by Roman at the edge of the bar. "Or is your luck not that good?"

"Comparatively speaking, our luck was pretty good, but we did miss the chance to save him." Marisbury stirred his coffee. "The two of us appeared 10 years ago - Achiman was recruited by the black side."

“Eh——”

“Yeah.” Roman nodded. “So I got to the core of the research team? I got the code name, so I should be considered a core member? But at that time, Mariners Billy said it was almost time to go to Japan, so I faked my death and got away.”

"...Can I ask which poor demon you brought here as a substitute?"

"No, I had Flowers blow up my clinic in England."

"…As expected of the Grand Bomber."

“But getting a code name doesn’t mean you’re part of the core team.” Lansermello looked at Roman sympathetically, “It can only mean you’ve escaped the category of cannon fodder.”

"It doesn't matter." Marinesberry laughed, "Why else would I turn this bookstore into a workshop?"

“We came a year early.” Roman replaced the bookstore’s sign with one that indicated it was open for business. “But you all know that I came here as ‘Dr. Roman.’ Marinesbury only brought one Heroic Spirit with him—so we were unable to save that person from the bombing a month ago.”

"The hero I brought is Andersen." Marisbilly shrugged. "From the beginning, it was chosen according to the direction that Ritsuka and Kirshtalia would take the lead, and Akiman and I would be in charge of supporting. I didn't expect the four of us to separate at the beginning."

"So Fujimaru plans to use group cognition to change reality?" Lansermello shook his legs. "If you don't change the flow of luck, even if the person is saved, he will still die in an accident in the end, right?"

"My third hero is Miss Medea." Fujimaru Ritsuka left the bar and looked out the window. "How about performing a transplant operation on the luck of the protagonist and the villain?"

"Interesting idea," said Marisbury. "But you can only be in charge of one side at most, right?"

"All we need to do is cut off the connection between the two worlds." Fujimaru Ritsuka turned his head and looked at Kirshtalia. "So, it's time to let Moriarty solve the problem, right?"

"Should we sneak into the black side first?" Kirshtalia pondered, her hair gradually turning silver. "But I don't intend to hand over the control of my body completely to the professor—"

"I agree." Fujimaru nodded. "After all, it's Moriarty - but what are you going to do?"

"Use Moriarty's way to attract their attention--" Kirshtalia has become 70% similar to the young Moriarty at this time, "If you continue, you will become an old professor, right?"

"Well...why don't you try to show them the process of going from old to young?"

"Then he will be caught and used as a test subject...ah, how about using the name of Sherlock Holmes to directly break into their headquarters?"

"Mr. Holmes is protesting, but do you know where they are?"

"You can ask Sherlock Holmes to take a look and he will know... After all, the world consciousness has told us enough."

"Be careful." Lansemello sighed, "Whenever you want to use magic, remember to tell me. And remember to control your magic eye..."

"I understand." Kirshtalia nodded to everyone, turned around and left the bookstore.

"Marisbury, the magic alarm has been triggered."