Chapter 050 [Inverted V] 50

"In the end, you called me here anyway." Kirshtalia appeared beside Lancermello, and the golden magic circle behind him that echoed the gate of the Throne of Heroes dissipated in the air. "It would have been better to ask Miss Ryougi to come and handle it, right? Don't just call me here, Lord. Before, Ritsuka - ah, can't we mention real names here?"

"It doesn't matter much - that Fuzin has already gone out, so it's not a big deal to tell him his real name for now." Lansemello tilted his head to signal Kirshtalia to take action directly, while introducing No. 48 and Shielder, "This is the captain of Chaldea Protector Group A, Kirshtalia Wadham - I think Shielder should know him?"

"Yes, I was also a member of Group A." Shielder nodded, but avoided Lansermero's gaze, "But we don't know what happened to everyone in Group A in the end - the other frozen Lords are gradually thawing... Before we were taken away by the Magic Association, I remember that in the plan to thaw the Lords, everyone in Group A was arranged to be the last."

"It seems that this is the same in every world, but..." Kirshtalia and Lansemero exchanged glances and swallowed back the possible ending of that world. "I have confirmed it, Lord. After I finish dealing with this, can I directly cancel the present world?"

"Well, after all, we are both Caster, so it's a bit troublesome to address each other by name." Lansermello nodded in agreement and reminded Kirshtalia to be careful of Morse poison. "Although it shouldn't be that dangerous for humans - but after all, Beryl Gath has done that kind of thing, so I suggest you be as careful as possible."

Their Beryl Gart had long ago fallen into eternal sleep in an Antarctic iceberg due to a failed thawing attempt, but the Beryl Gart in Pan-Human History was alive and well as a member of the Crypters - and was conducting experiments in the fairy country of Britain to contaminate and transform humans with Morse poison.

——The Lord and Sub-Servants of New Chaldea almost died in the siege by the Morse humans.

For the fairies, Morse poison is an absolutely invincible poison; and humans only need to protect themselves to avoid being contaminated by Morse poison. However, New Chaldea was overwhelmed by a large number of Morse humans at that time, and there was no time to properly arrange defensive magic, so in the end, it had no choice but to reach such a point.

"I see."

Kirshtalia protected herself, and then used the projected sharp blade to cut along the death line on the Watcher's body, which had already been mostly Morsified. The limbs severed along the death line could not regenerate, and the Watcher's completely Morsified limbs turned into foul-smelling black slime and flowed on the ground like all the Morses defeated by Chaldea in the past.

Because the eyeball that needed to be taken out as a prerequisite for the synchronization magic did not undergo Morse transformation, but the moment Kirshtalia took it out of the Watcher's eye socket, it dissolved into foul-smelling black mucus like the severed limbs before, dripping from Kirshtalia's hands to the ground.

"...I kind of want to smear this stuff directly on Belial." Kirshtalia lowered her head expressionlessly, looking at the strange and twisted black slime on her hand that glowed like the starry sky, and her thoughts gradually diverged, "...No, how am I going to get back if this happens?"

"Wait a minute... Okay, throw away the gloves first." Lansemero projected a defensive magic dress that was very familiar to both of them. The orange bow was directly slapped onto Kirshtalia's cloak. "Olga also returned safely after encountering the Mors group, didn't she? This dress should be useful - the original was a gift for her, so you can just use the projection."

Kirshtalia threw away the gloves, and after successfully getting rid of the Morse poison, she deported herself on the spot and left here first.

"What should we do next?" Number 48 watched Lansermello use several purification spells to clean up the black slime on the ground. "The Watcher seems to have not responded to the changes in the outside world... Eh!?"

"Then it's time for a special class." Lanser-Mello leaned the android's body against the table and began to explain to No. 48 and Shielder while transforming it. "First, I think you should remember that the class is the container of the Servant. Second, when the fairies lose their name "target", they will become Morse. Finally, the third magic is the materialization of the soul."

"These three points are the prerequisites for this class. Please keep them in mind." Lansermello transformed the missing parts of the artificial human body into prosthetic limbs and prosthetic eyes, and then began a more detailed synchronization transformation. "After the soul is materialized, humans can gain eternal life, but the flesh and body will still age. Then after a certain degree, the guys who master the third law will abandon the flesh and body and change from human to non-human."

The soul that has lost its flesh and body and completed its materialization, at this stage, relies on its original name to stabilize its own existence - just like the name of the fairy is its goal. Once it loses its name, it will mutate and completely transform itself into another existence.

One of these developments is the mutation currently happening to the Watchers - Morsification; and another development...

"Do you remember who is the most famous holder of the Third Law?" Lansermello has completed the transformation of the android's body and is directing No. 48 and Shielder to move the body to the side of the Watcher. "The Winter Saint of Einzbern - the same day is repeated forever."

"But in the final analysis, to maintain a long-term and stable existence, the three elements of flesh, body, soul, and spirit are indispensable." Lanser-Mero glanced at the Watcher who was gradually merging with the artificial human body. "Her spirit is strong enough, and her soul will not be worn out over time. Only the flesh and body have been lost long ago, so I have never considered replacing them."

"But containers are necessary regardless."

"She endured loneliness longer than you can imagine." Lansermello sighed softly, and was satisfied to see the Morse-like black disappear as the body and soul merged. "Teacher Merlin and I were both able to live until the planet was destroyed, but we did not witness that moment."

"We left our world long before that ending—and she witnessed the end of hers."

"Okay, it's time to call in the god Fukui who's waiting outside."

When Yagen Toushirou came in, the scenery outside the castle tower and the disappearance of the bone spurs on the god's body showed that the condition of the watcher was actually improving. After seeing that the black color had completely disappeared from the watcher's body, the black-haired dagger's first reaction was to thank Caster who responded to the summons, but he was surprised to find that only No. 48 and Shielder were left in the room.

"She didn't transform into a spirit. Miss Caster went back to the Throne of Heroes when she asked Senior to open the door." Shielder guessed what Yagen Toushirou wanted to ask the moment he saw his eyes, and shook his head gently at the dagger. "She left so quickly that I didn't have time to stop her."

"Caster said that the Watcher will wake up on his own in a while." The smiling face of Lancermello when he said goodbye to them flashed before No. 48's eyes, and he handed a letter to Yagen Toushirou. "She also left this letter for the Watcher - there is encryption magic on it. Although it is a type I have never come into contact with, I guess it should be easy for the Watcher to decipher it."

"Besides, Caster said this when he left - 'We'll see each other soon, so don't worry'."

Lancermero, who had just recovered the spirit base projection, was immediately dragged to the infirmary for examination by Roman who received the news. Kirshtalia, who came back earlier, sat by the wall waiting for his examination report. At the same time, she accepted the lecture from the head of the medical department and reflected deeply on her dangerous behavior of using split thinking to split her soul and pretend to be a Servant to manifest through the gate of Heroes.

Lansemello was stuffed into the inspection machine as Roman was lecturing Kirshtalia - and her teacher obviously had no intention of letting her go until he had finished talking to Kirshtalia.

The first thing Lancermello did when he came out of the inspection machine was to face Roman's lecture.

“You responded to the summoning because of compatibility, so I won’t say anything—” Roman took a deep breath and banged his desk with the report. “But you actually used the Heroic Spirit Summoning System to make Kirshtalia respond to your summoning and manifest! Was it Kirshtalia who was 28 years old or you who was 28 years old!?”

"Even if you don't count the time you spent in the Sealing Bureau, you're still older than this!!!"

"For a magician, this age is indeed too young - but geniuses are always like this." Marines Billy, who ran from the control room to watch the show, stood at the door of the infirmary with a smile, happily watching the head of the medical department scolding the two daring magicians. "Okay, Achiman, we have other priorities now - let's stop preaching for a while."

The three people in the infirmary focused their eyes on Marisbury in unison, waiting for the director to inform them of the new work arrangements.

"We received a spiritual particle communication from the Chaldean frequency - yes, just like the broadcast when the Hidden One descended, it was the Chaldean channel." Marinesberry raised an eyebrow at the three people and showed the communication content recorded on the work tablet. "In fact, we received an invitation to vacation this time."

The Watcher woke up not much later than when Lancermello left.

The newly awakened Inquisitor immediately deciphered the letter left by Lancermello, then locked out all the swordmen who had rushed over after hearing the news, activated the instruments he had brought back from Chaldea buried in ice and snow, and sent an invitation to another Chaldea drifting in the vast sea of ​​stars.

"Oh, by the way, what should I use as my signature?" The Watcher thought about this question seriously before pressing the button for the spirit particle communication. "Why not, just use this name - the Watcher of the Observatory 'Chaldea'."

"Ahh, it's been a long time since we last met."