Magician in Type-Moon

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A strange cry came from my feet. It was a new familiar projected by multiple projectors. As if it had left the ground, the alien image gradually peeled away from the three-dimensional space and began to condense into a huge spectacle around me.

"Alright, how will you respond this time, magician of the mythical era?" Orange raised an eyebrow, a hint of provocation flashing in her eyes, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

As soon as she finished speaking, the response transformed into a strange phenomenon that swept through the entire area.

The ground shook violently!

This was no ordinary earthquake. Although earthquakes are rare in the UK, Reines, through her unique visual perception, sensed that the tremor was not caused by a physical phenomenon.

Her eyes could barely catch the intense fluctuations of magic around her; clearly, everything on the ground was not a simple physical reaction.

Hartres's expression shifted slightly, finally revealing a hint of barely perceptible tension: "Has the transfer... already taken place?"

“Impersonators!” Hartres commanded urgently, his voice tinged with anxiety. “We’ve left this area of ​​Albion and are about to return. If this continues, we’ll be left behind!”

Chapter 577 Information Exchange (4k)

"Tsk—!" The imposter clicked his tongue under his breath, his expression a mixture of annoyance and anxiety.

She gripped the reins tightly, driving the chariot through the darkness. The enormous mythical-era chariot was forced into this cramped underground space, seemingly not designed for this purpose.

She leaped onto the chariot, which was perhaps only temporarily avoiding the battle, and skillfully swung the reins, propelling it swiftly toward the crevice.

The chariot roared across the ground, and the shadow cast by the orange made the alien body still fly past quickly, as if chasing their every move.

However, until the very end, no one could clearly know what kind of abilities those alien familiars possessed.

They move silently, and the only thing you can sense is the danger they bring.

Just as the chariot charged toward the crevice, the Shadow Claw slashed across the side of the chariot, producing a sharp metallic scraping sound.

"Aozaki...Touko—!" The imposter's angry voice echoed in the darkness; clearly, she was enraged by this unforeseen situation.

An unusual movement then occurred.

Something suddenly bounced on the ground, reflecting a faint light.

Immediately afterwards, Reines heard a faint metallic clanging sound, which gradually approached her feet.

She looked down and her gaze was drawn to a small metal object; the low, clanging sound seemed to originate from that inconspicuous item.

“…Gold coins?” Reines murmured, a hint of surprise in her voice.

The smooth surface of the gold coin was embossed with the profile of a person. The face looked very familiar, but no specific name could be immediately associated with it.

At this moment, the ground began to shake violently, and the entire space seemed to lose its balance in an instant.

The earth was like a distorted image in a nightmare, everything blurred, vanished and reborn at extreme speed.

Reines could barely grasp what was before her eyes—

The world suddenly flickered before her eyes, contracting, pulsating, collapsing, and reconstructing, followed by a strong sense of shock, as if the surrounding air was distorted and time itself began to lose its meaning.

The surrounding scene was like a nightmare reborn, burning yet frozen, tearing at all the senses with its violent spectacle.

"Ah...!" Reines's exclamation was almost synchronized with her inner fear.

"Princess!" Spin's voice came from afar, almost drowned out by the earth-shaking tremors, but the urgent cry still conveyed an extremely strong anxiety.

Just then, a servant and her master leaped out and jumped into the other side of the rift.

At the same time, the entire world seemed to suddenly lose its structure, and the world completely collapsed and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

In that instant, even the flow of time became unimportant, as if everything was mercilessly swallowed up and dissolved into an indescribable nothingness.

The world they stood in no longer exists.

.........

Aozaki Touko leaned against the half-collapsed wall, her figure almost blending into the surrounding shadows.

Even the deep shadows could not completely conceal her crimson hair, which remained strikingly visible in the dim light of the ruins, like embers of a flame, carrying an undeniable presence.

She wore a dark blue jacket, seemingly casual, yet exuding a cool sophistication, as if she had maintained her composure and calmness after experiencing battles and the trials of time.

She stood there, hardly making any unnecessary movements, her gaze wandering between the surrounding ruins and broken spaces, as if pondering something or seemingly having no intention of thinking.

Slowly, she took a pack of cigarettes out of her jacket pocket.

The cigarette box was worn and the once exquisite patterns on the surface were now blurred.

She casually pulled out a cigarette, gently pinching the ends of the butt between her fingertips, as if feeling its weight or savoring the moment of silence.

Instead of lighting it immediately, Orange looked down at the cigarette, a fleeting, almost imperceptible thought flashing in her eyes.

Finally, she gracefully placed the cigarette between her lips and took out a lighter from her pocket with her other hand.

The lighter sparked and illuminated her profile in an instant. The surroundings were shattered, and smoke rose gently with her breath, appearing exceptionally lonely on this crumbling wasteland.

A moment later, Aozaki Touko pulled a Japanese flip phone from her other pocket with a simple and skillful motion.

She opened her phone and quickly found Matou Ike's number.

A few beeping dial tones came from the other end of the phone before it was connected.

"Hey, Matou." Her voice was somewhat relaxed, as if the tense atmosphere just now was only a fleeting moment and no longer affected her mood.

From the other end came Matou Ike's usual deep voice: "What is it?"

"Yes, it's confirmed. It's underground in the old school building here in the Spirit Conjuring Department." Orange kicked the ground, the toes of her shoes making a crisp sound. "The Spirit Tomb Albion is right there."

"Ah...?" Matou Ike's voice carried a hint of surprise.

"Although it's already closed. It's fair to say it has the characteristics of a floating space, probably because it appears only briefly and at irregular times."

Orange slowly took a drag of his cigarette and casually exhaled a puff of smoke. "It must be said that Dr. Hartres' reputation is well-deserved for being able to discover that Albion's unpredictable space would appear during this period."

She chuckled softly, her voice tinged with a hint of helplessness:

"I originally planned to force him to reveal all kinds of information, but he quickly escaped to the other side. Honestly, I spent so much effort to win, and he just ran away. He's really something."

"Ha, I just found his workshop and he's already taken action?" Matou Ike said with a hint of amazement.

"Perhaps it's because you found him that he took action. But in any case, at this point, the only way to track him is through the four official entrances to Albion. I can't handle it right now, so do you have any leads?"

As Orange said this, she took out her glasses case from her pocket.

As soon as she put on her glasses, her tone softened, just like before.

After hearing Aozaki Touko's question, Matou Ike, on the other end of the communication line, focused on explaining the key points.

Orange responded, "Some things are a bit unexpected. The seal-designated technique of Emiya? Hmm, I've heard of it."

Speaking of designated seals, Orange was among them at one point. It is because of this that she has some knowledge of magicians and spells who have had similar experiences.

"By the way, you said you also got the Alexander gold coins?" Matou Ike's voice came again.

“That’s right.” Orange responded softly, then took out her previous “spoils” from her pocket and gently rubbed them in her palm.

It was an ancient gold coin, heavy and worn, its surface somewhat blurred, yet the delicate relief patterns were still faintly discernible. Her fingertips gently traced its surface, as if engaging in some silent dialogue with this antique.

"...Then, I'll leave the above technique to you to study carefully." Matou Ike's voice came through the phone.

"Yes, of course." Orange's answer was concise and direct, without the slightest hesitation in her tone.

"So, do you have any information about the true name of Heartles's Servant?" Matou Ike continued to ask.

"I do have some speculations, but we can't be sure yet," Orange paused slightly before responding softly.

"Yes, we need to confirm this as soon as possible. I think that Heroic Spirit should also possess some important trait. You can talk to Waver about this. He should know more about Alexander the Great than you do."

"Of course, I had that plan all along."

.........

The ceiling was so high it was practically the sky.

No, this space doesn't belong underground at all; it's practically another sky.

The dome covering the entire field of vision emitted a variety of indescribable lights, as if intentionally concealing the true face of this mysterious realm.

It was a strange color, its flowing luster unlike anything seen in nature, deep yet shimmering, as if every inch of this space was nurtured by some ancient power.

The air was filled with a fresh yet unreal scent, as if it had been left over from a distant history, carrying endless mystery and enigma.

Orange once said that the coordinates of this place are unstable, and it is even difficult to describe it as "underground".

If we were to try to understand the existence of this place, perhaps calling it another world would be more accurate—a place no longer bound by physical rules.

Albion, the Tomb of the Dead.

It is located beneath the clock tower, deep underground, so deep that few people even know it exists at a depth beyond all common sense.

The underground space, tens of kilometers deep, completely defies the laws of physics, as if it came from another dimension.

In such a place, the flow of time and space no longer takes the form we can comprehend.

“The sky beneath the earth…” she murmured to herself, her gaze fixed on the dazzling screen of light, a complex emotion welling up within her.

She had fought alongside that undisputed king, but even when she was with him, she had never seen such a sight.

If we could bring this eerie space back with us, it might become something to brag about.

However, a cold flame flickered within her. She didn't want to take this discovery back with her.

She didn't need to show her achievements to those worthless traitors who had betrayed the king. The thought of those who had betrayed him reignited her uncontrollable rage.

She vividly remembered that in that era of passion and ideals, she had served the king and tried to conquer everything.

However, a twist of fate led her to witness how her former companions were killing each other for the throne.

She could no longer call those people her comrades.

Although there were a few loyalists like Yuminis who didn't get along with the Imposters, she never expected that her comrades, who were originally united against a common enemy, would be so foolish as to kill each other in the bloody war.

To this day, the cause of this conflict can be traced back to that incompetent king who left behind the dying wish that "the strongest man should rule the empire," which became the root of this continuous disaster.

Suddenly, someone broke her reverie.

"...What's wrong, Imposter?" It was Hartres's voice, gentle yet with a hint of inquiry.

The imposter snapped out of his daze, waved his hand as if not wanting him to worry, and whispered:

"Don't worry about it, Master. I was just thinking for a moment."

They are taking a break.