Madness for the Wonderful World

The cold feeling from the hand made the knight girl excitedly bite with her sharp tiger teeth, and pulled out the cork that was blocking the mouth of the bottle.

Ignoring the glass that was served together, but carelessly pouring the liquid in the bottle directly into the moment.

"Gulu—Gulu—huh! Come alive! After soaking in the magic mist, I should have a bottle of cider~" The refreshing and sweet taste of the cider, as well as the moderate fragrance of low-purity alcohol Stimulate.

It made the girl with a wild temperament like a lion eat and drink, then lazily continued to slump on the single sofa with the cider bottle in her arms, and crossed her legs triumphantly.

No matter how you look at it, that posture doesn't match the elegance that a woman should have, but looks like an uncle in a tavern.

At the same time, the sharp edges and corners on the armor directly scraped the leather layer outside the single sofa to pieces, and the stuffing, springs and the like all lost their restraint and collapsed.

Serving the cider, the blond-haired young man with glasses standing next to the knight girl twitched indistinctly, probably because his heart ached because his exclusive sofa had become like this.

However, at a time when the city of London is shrouded in magic fog, and as the owner of this mansion, the young man himself as a magician is also extremely kind.

It's just that the heartache still can't go away.

Therefore, the young man with glasses just gave the knight girl a verbal reprimand, and asked the knight girl how many leather suitcases she left in the hall when she entered the door, and where she was with the other people in Chaldea.

Then, immediately after, a short, child-like person pushed the door open as if entering his own home.

No, he looks like a child. At first glance, it can be seen that the boy has water-blue hair, a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his face, and high-end clothing that only aristocrats would wear on his body.

If the immediate reaction is that the heirs of a certain magic family came to visit, but that is impossible. In addition to the deadly magic fog, there are also automatic dolls, artificial life forms, and chaotic machines covering the entire city of London. All kinds of dangerous things like soldiers and flesh and blood figures.

The environment outside cannot be a hell where a mere descendant of a magic family can survive.

So the young man subconsciously looked at one of the Knights of the Round Table sitting slumped on the sofa, the knight who ended the rebellion of the King of Britain, [Mordred].

I saw Mordred showing a troublesome expression, but when he didn't do anything, he continued to drink cider.

The blond-haired young man understood that the blue-haired boy was not as simple as he appeared on the surface, at least the blue-haired boy should not be an ordinary person, because the ability to move freely in the magic fog alone explained everything.

But no matter how you look at it, it looks like a child no more than ten years old.

"This hiding place is not bad." The moment he spoke, his illusion was shattered, the mature and sophisticated tone, and the mature and see-through eyes that children should not have when observing the surrounding environment.

It directly destroys the childishness that children should have.

Moreover, from the moment he entered the door, the blue-haired child began to observe the brightly lit hall on his own, walking around like a self-centered bear child.

After looking at the surrounding environment, and after determining what.

"Then, this study will belong to me." After opening the door, he saw that the environment of the study inside was good and the angle was just right, so he nodded in satisfaction.

Then, with the cunning tone that an adult should have, and like a child wanting to be the first to determine the ownership of the room, the blue-haired child occupied the room on his own.

I didn't think about the slightest hint of restraint that I had to have as a guest, but then I started to have trouble for my short and helpless self, because I couldn't handle the heavy leather suitcases piled up in the hall at all.

So, the two who had better obey the command began to push the door open.

So the blue-haired boy began to direct the orange-red-haired girl and the pink-haired armored girl who came in with a suitcase and opened the door.

"Next, I still have to trouble you to help me move my luggage to the study, because I'm just a writer servant without any fighting ability."

"It's...Mr. Andersen...then...senior, I'll do it next." The pink-haired armored girl, Matthew.

After showing something disillusioned again, he just sighed and was about to start moving the heavy leather suitcase into the study.

Calling the little boy Andersen isn't a duplicate name, nor is it a survivor found in the magic fog who is so insane that he can only rely on fairy tales.

The child in front of him was indeed Andersen, one of the servants summoned from this magical fog, and his rank was Caster.

It is itself the world-renowned king of fairy tales, 【Hans Christian Andersen】.

When he appeared as a Servant, he didn't appear in the youthful or old age when he was most famous. Instead, he appeared in the world at an age full of innocence and cruelty.

However, with the appearance of a child but with the heart of an adult, although it saves a lot of things, no matter when and where, there is a sense of disillusionment and disappointment.

"Then I will trouble you." Fujimaru Tateka put down the heavy leather suitcase she was carrying in both hands, and felt physically and mentally exhausted from walking carefully in the magic fog with the heavy leather suitcase. As a result, Fujimaru Tachika could only ask Matthew to finish it.

If it was only filled with Andersen's own clothes and some miscellaneous items, it would be easy.

However, that is impossible. The most basic prerequisite for a follower born from the magic mist to become a follower is a person who has already died, and a creature other than human beings composed of magic power. It's extremely stupid on a follower.

Therefore, it is impossible to carry any replacement clothes in the heavy leather suitcase.

It is full of all kinds of information about the city of London that Andersen found in ancient bookstores and collected. Although the information is not enough, it is also the information that Andersen needs to understand the city of London.

As a sub-servant, Mash easily took several heavy suitcases from Fujimaru Tachika, and carried them to the study one by one.

And Fujimaru Tachika herself was so tired that she could only sit slumped on the high-end leather sofa, like a dried salted fish.

After waiting for a while.

When the owner of this mansion, Henry Jekyll, had already served the brewed black tea, Fujimaru Tachika subconsciously sat on the sofa. Similarly, Andersen sat on the sofa, his expression unchanged and his heart beating. Sitting on the sofa and waiting for Jekyll to pour himself black tea.

"So, what's the situation now?" Jekyll, who had been waiting in his mansion for a long time, poured black tea for everyone, and began to ask about what happened in the magic mist during the cooperation, as well as related information.

(Although the update was a day earlier, I feel that I have recovered in a few days. When I read the novel for a few days, I didn’t have time to read it, so I slowly accumulated 30G manga (not the book, and I haven’t finished it.), also Played the game for a while, and watched a few chapters of the FGO plot, and the San value has recovered a bit, but the plot of this volume, depending on the situation, is not too long. After all, the situation was very bad at that time, and I just wrote whatever came to mind. What, so the plot established here is not so solid, and, it may end soon?)

(I'm still thinking about the next volume... I'm not very good at writing about the North American Myth War, so the sacred round table domain?)

Chapter 0 "Human Observation"

In this hall, everyone gathered in this hall of the mansion due to fate.

To be more specific, perhaps under the control of the restraining force, the goal of making everyone meet in this magic fog, and preventing the burning of humanity with all their strength, is acting for this purpose.