Madness for the Wonderful World

However, because of the magic mist created and released by oneself, the extremely strong magic power in the magic mist will also hinder the use of magic. Similarly, using magic to transmit messages will become slow and intermittent, and it will take a lot of time. Magic power is used to maintain the connection between the magician and the familiar.

Originally, Maqili had already prepared that the worms and demons would not be able to persist for too long in the magic fog, but Maqili Zorgen had to be sent out to find out what happened on the ground with his own eyes, and then Make a plan for remediation.

This is in order not to disappoint the great king, and I must do my best to satisfy the king.

However, through the compound eyes of the insects, while the shock wave of the explosion brought a large area of ​​ruins that were already broken, at the same time, the magic fog that filled the entire city of London dissipated.

The fact that the magic mist is dispelled is not a good thing at all. Not only will it greatly delay the progress of the plan, but also the risk of being discovered by others will become extremely high.

But Maqili saw that existence, the existence that absorbed magic power and expanded its own world endlessly.

From the eyes of a magician, that heterogeneous existence is like a failed product of a magic experiment that escaped from a magic workshop.

This is in the City of London, and is also the most famous stronghold of magicians, the Clock Tower.

At the same time, it is also a group of paranoid groups that only pursue the root cause, so it is not impossible to make that kind of existence. If it is normal, it must be a curse made by a madman who failed to control it and ran out.

but.

It should be said that from the beginning of being expelled from the family, the magic experience that was expelled together also made Maqili Zorgen keenly discovered that the alien existence is not a failed magic experiment created by someone, but Possesses a certain quality of a follower, that is to say.

That thing is the follower.

At the same time, I also saw the expanding world and what it represented behind it.

Crazier and crazier ideas began to grow and took root in Maqili's mind, no matter how hard he pulled it out, he couldn't pull it out, even the king gave him, and in his mind, hypnotized and drove him to act. That power gradually began to wear off.

"It seems that you have thought of something, Zorgen." As if seeing through everything, a gentle and elegant voice began to sound from behind Maqili.

In a certain way, as a servant of the Caster class, von Hohenheim Paracelsus already knew everything on the ground, and said to his friend, as if something had to ask Ma Qi I confirmed it with my own eyes.

However, Maqili didn't turn his head, but there was a hint of doubt in his voice.

"Why so sure?"

Those eyes, which had finally disappeared from melancholy and sadness until now, were calm and wise at this moment. Von Hohenheim just looked at the blue-haired magician.

Some subtle changes in close friends, it can be said that von Hohenheim saw the shadow of Ma Qili.

Therefore, facing the question from his close friend, von Hohenheim Paracelsus spoke as if he had no choice but to point out this point.

"Because your current expression is not a helpless smile that you can't do anything, but the joy of finally finding a trace of life in a desperate situation."

The voice from his friend also made Maqili start to cover his mouth subconsciously. The touch when he stretched out his hand, as well as the position of the facial muscles, he could indeed feel that the corners of his mouth began to rise, and he almost wanted to laugh out loud. .

But Maqili had a reason why she couldn't laugh.

What the king let me see was the future of the end of human law. In that future, I was extremely powerless, unable to do anything, and could only watch the moment when human law was burned.

Therefore, the ideal of saving all human beings and abolishing all evils has already become empty talk, but even if you have surrendered to the knees, you can kiss the king's toes to show your wholehearted surrender.

Maqili Zorgen still has a childlike persistence in his heart, clinging to that unrealistic fantasy, the ideal of hundreds of years.

It's just that the blue-haired magician is now desperately trying to cover up and resist, which stems from the erosion of his own unrealistic ideals.

Therefore, when turning around, the meaning of the original smile began to change, it was no longer a joyful joy for something, but a helpless wry smile.

"Heh... so what if I found that trace of vitality, my king, from the very first sight, is an existence that cannot be resisted, and the power bestowed on me is only less than one in a billion."

"Just relying on a glimmer of inspiration in my brain, relying on that thing of unknown origin, without even the preparation, not even the certainty of victory, how could it be possible to calm down the remaining singularities and defeat my king at the same time, and then win the victory What?" The more he said, the clearer his mind became, and he forced himself not to think about that glimmer of light in his mind.

"Maybe you think it's normal to submit to the king, but unlike us magicians who pursue the truth, you are the only magician among us who has worked hard for hundreds of years for the sake of human beings. And, it will continue.”

Paracelsus did not want his friend who had been righteous to fall into the abyss, so he said this.

"However, you, who decided to destroy all human beings, are actually in great pain."

"..."

Chapter 0 The Witch's Plan

Didn't come back... until the dissipated magic fog filled the streets of London once again.

The pungent smell of the remaining chemical fumes still came from the nostrils, but it was the most profound smell when parting from the most important person.

He still didn't come back, and he didn't appear in front of him out of thin air.

"I'm really sorry, Miss Lianhua, I only have this kind of cheap black tea to entertain you at home..." Dao Xian's sincere and rational voice interrupted his thoughts softly, and let the person who was sitting on the sofa with his head bowed Yusheng Lianhua slowly began to raise her head.

Seeing that the steaming black tea has been placed in front of him.

And a spectacled, blond-haired aristocratic young man seemed to have no airs at all, and smiled gently at himself.

Now, Yusheng Lianhua's party is at the temporary base in Chaldea. As for why they came here, Yusheng Lianhua has no need to care about the reason at all.

The cause and effect of the matter were all because the guy named Fujimaru Tatsuka invited him, so Abigail and Jack were passively dragged away together.

But, not sure at all, to ask Abigail can only say that it is enough to wait, just like waiting in the closet time...

But how long will we have to wait this time?

"...Thank you, Mr. Jekyll." Although the voice was soft, Yusheng Lianhua didn't have the slightest intention to drink the black tea in front of her.

It should be said that he didn't have the leisure to drink black tea, so he just sat on the sofa blankly, and lowered his head to scratch the cover of the ancient book, if he didn't have the magic power to supply this book.

Maybe even this item that belonged to the Servant will disappear as well.

After Jekyll just sighed lightly, he just looked at the white-haired little girl on the sofa who seemed to be a little bit short of magic power because of losing the relationship with the master, so he could only temporarily make a deal with Usheng Lianhua. contract.