Chapter 003 3

"Please, Ritsuka - please ask Lord to use my full name whenever he mentions me recently."

When Fujimaru Ritsuka received this message, he was returning to the bookstore from Teitan Junior High School. As soon as he entered the bookstore, he threw his schoolbag aside and sat down at the bar to ask Lansermello, "Deputy Director, why did Senior Kirshtalia send such a message back?"

"Ah..." Lansemello nodded, "Because the code names there are all wine names, right? Look, Kirshtalia's 'Kir

Take away Taria and you'll have Kir.

Sch——that is cherry brandy. Akiman, Maris and Olga should understand it, after all, I use Kirsch in my Christmas eggnog.

sch. Um... no way, is the code name he used really Cherry Wine! ? "

"I didn't expect the Lord's tuning magic to be able to exert such a powerful force." Kirshtalia sighed.

"...You haven't forgotten that your Chaldea is taking your entire world to a higher dimension, have you?" After crying "Daddy's little sweetheart" for days and nights, Moriarty completely gave up on asking Kirshtalia not to interfere with Fujimaru Ritsuka's actions, "Your Chaldea is the anchor for rebuilding the world - but it is this magic that really fixed the concept... It has become the magic of creation in the process of upgrading."

"Although it can't be considered a complete creation magic strictly speaking, Ritsuka is the "human" part of it. "

A few nights ago, Fujimaru Ritsuka left the bookstore under the pretext of having a midnight snack to meet Kirshtalia.

"Senior Kirshtalia, have you found the deadline?" Fujimaru Ritsuka took Kirshtalia to the street. "You came to me at this time to hide the deputy director and the others from doing something, right?"

"Well, the plan is to cut off the deadline tomorrow - so that the puppet that the Lord relies on will spontaneously stay inside the bookstore as an anchor to fix the world." Kirshtalia followed Fujimaru Ritsuka to buy an ice cream cone, "Ritsuka, don't you feel cold eating an ice cream cone in winter?"

"It won't melt if you eat it in the winter." Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced at Kirshtalia. "Come to think of it, I thought you would like a more classic taste."

“…I’m actually quite curious about some of the new flavors that have been developed for food.”

"So..." Fujimaru Ritsuka used magic to destroy the wrapper of the ice cream cone, "What did Kirshtalia-senpai want me to do for you?"

"Ritsuka, you represent the 'human' side." Kirshtalia also chose to use magic to destroy the packaging paper. "You know that all the magic we have mastered has been upgraded--"

"I can modify people's subconsciousness—" Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at his hands and sighed, "This is why I decided to use concept overwrite."

"As long as the world thinks these people are alive, they are not dead."

"Help me modify the black boss's cognition." Kirshtalia tightened her black gloves, "I want to go directly into the crow's heart."

"As for infiltration... Mr. Holmes can do it?"

For these two people who are closer to magicians than sorcerers, using magic to deceive the guards and enter the black camp is a piece of cake.

"You can't cheat on surveillance, right?" Kirshtalia looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was standing at the door of the room where the organization's boss was.

"But magic can be transmitted through vision - unless they have artificial intelligence inspection and monitoring, no one will notice that the two of us have invaded this mansion." Fujimaru Ritsuka walked to Kirshtalia's side, "Previously, the movements of other doors were covered up with magic - but this door may not have the opportunity to use magic to hide the changes that have occurred. We must make a quick decision."

The door was opened.

The old man, who had been living on the edge of a crippled state for nearly 40 years, was completely defenseless when faced with two inhuman pairs of eyes.

"...Senior Kirshtalia, if possible, I suggest you wear a secondary Mystic Eyes to cover it up a bit."

"……I see."

After Fujimaru Ritsuka left the mansion, Kirshtalia casually projected a pair of plain glasses and put them on her face, blocking the line of sight of the evil eye, waiting for the old man to wake up.

"Boss, here I come." The young man with long silver hair knelt on one knee in front of the awakened old man and lowered his head humbly, "In response to your request."

"Good boy." The old man smiled like an old bellows. "Good boy should be rewarded. You will appear in front of everyone tomorrow night. Choose a name for yourself."

"Kirsh

sch』, I want cherry wine『Kir

sch'.

After leaving the mansion, Kirshtalia once again cast herself under layers of suggestion magic.

"Professor Moriarty." Kirshtalia, relying on the magic of suggestion that could make ordinary people ignore her, directly communicated with Moriarty, "What do you think about me preparing a set of clothes that are exactly the same as Mr. Killer's?"

"I don't know if that guy will attack you directly." Moriarty paused for a moment, "I think if you wear that kind of outfit, you might as well listen to the monarch's advice and wear the Magic Association uniform you are wearing now - the sweater vest can be replaced with the one I wore when I was younger."

"But I think a black trench coat and a black hat look good together..." Kirshtalia wandered to a deserted spot and sat down, looking up at the starry sky. "Besides, a newcomer who looks like a replica of the young killer appeared in front of so many people - isn't that an interesting thing?"

"...You should tie your hair with a headband." The black Archer finally couldn't stand it anymore and intervened.

The next day, Fujimaru Ritsuka officially enrolled in Teitan Junior High School.

"Nice to meet you." Fujimaru Ritsuka introduced himself to his classmates based on the few remaining memories of his past when he was still studying at school. "I am Fujimaru Ritsuka. Please give me your guidance in the future."

Today, the three people in the bookstore had originally planned to send Fujimaru Ritsuka to school together, but before leaving, Lancer Melo refused and left the bookstore.

"The connection between this world and the main world has been cut off by Kirsh." Lanser-Mero sat back on the bar with a frown on his face. "I asked Achiman to bring the puppet here so that we can use the puppet as a corner of the world concept to fix this world after the connection is cut off - to prevent this world from collapsing before we solve the problem."

"To reduce the impact on the anchor point, I can't leave this bookstore now."

Coming back to his senses, Fujimaru Ritsuka acted like an obedient transfer student and sat in the empty seat by the window as arranged by the teacher.

"Is this a special seat for transfer students?" Fujimaru Ritsuka complained to the Heroic Spirits, "I'm here to be a normal junior high school student this time."

"Ordinary junior high school students don't think about how to abduct their classmates into an alley and stab them." Asclepius pointed out.

"Just follow the previous plan." Holmes observed her classmates through the eyes of Fujimaru Ritsuka, "The protagonist is a detective who will not let go of any doubts - I'm sure you caught his attention when you stepped into the classroom."

"After all, I have undergone the third transformation, and with the golden pupils..." Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed deeply in his mind, "I am completely capable of reaching a state close to that of a god - I can only become the bait for the detective."

"As for the detective's childhood sweetheart... well, I'll just use the magic of suggestion to trick her into coming when the time comes."

"You are indeed a cautious but inflexible gentleman." Lansemello smiled as he watched Morobuchi Jingguang repeatedly trying to leave the bookstore under the suggestion of magic. "However, your inflexibility is probably due to the overly powerful influence of the suggestion magic we set up. Mr. Public Security, you have almost repeated your attempt to leave here for the 100th time."

Morofu Kagemitsu's repetitive actions came to an abrupt halt at this moment.

Morofushi Jingguang turned his head stiffly, but saw that the puppet that was supposed to be sitting upright at the bar had changed its posture and was looking at him leisurely.

Kirshtalia finally listened to the advice of the Heroic Spirits, and tied up her long hair, which had turned silver due to her assimilation with Moriarty, with a green headband. She used magic to slightly modify the appearance of the association's uniform, and changed her woolen vest to the one she wore when she was a professor in college. Finally, she put on a hat from the Astra Academy uniform borrowed from Fujimaru Ritsuka before entering the dock warehouse where the temporary assembly was held.

"Cherry wine, you are late."

"I thought that gentleman allowed me to be late." Kirshtalia took off his hat and looked up at the silver-haired killer standing high up. "I'm sorry that when that gentleman asked me to go out for an event a few days ago, I chose to fight with you, Gin - but I don't think you should talk to me like this at this time."

"After all, this is the stage that gentleman prepared for me to perform on stage - isn't it?" Kirshtalia bowed to Gin, put on his hat again, and smiled with ease, "I remember that gentleman said that he would let me choose my partner freely - although I will stay in Japan during this period, the gentleman allowed me to choose any code member. It's just that I rejected members in other countries, so you can see me here."

Kirshtalia looked around and let out a sigh of relief. "So, please introduce yourselves first?"

"Otherwise, if I choose a guy I don't like, it will be difficult to deal with." Kirshtalia imitated the actions of the young professor in her memory and curled her lips at the members in the warehouse, "Gin and Bermode are both members favored by that gentleman. Even if that gentleman indulges me, I will not choose them to touch his nerves; I also don't like to break up a group or a pair at random; finally, I don't like sweet wine."