Kamen Rider, the Mission Must Be Fulfilled!

As if he didn't want to say the next thing, Kadoc smacked his lips with a bitter face: "At least, it's at a level comparable to the emperor."

These words made both of them fall into silence.

After a while, with Bing Leng's assistance, Anastasia, who had completely stabilized her body, opened her eyes.

"Master, I think he should be useful."

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Chapter 20: The Man Who Killed the Son of God

"Then let's fix it here for now."

Not as a fugitive, but as an upright victor who repelled the enemy, he safely sorted out a decent temporary stronghold in the ruins of a village, and everyone sat around it. Next to the warm fire, there is finally a layer of residual wood between the wind and snow outside.

"Phew...even with a formal attire, it's still very cold..."

Curled up next to Zheng Yi, Lihua sat on the short-sleeved shirt that Zheng Yi took off, with her knees draped around her knees and her skirt pulled down.

The girl stretched her five fingers toward the fire, trying to make her stiff fingertips more flexible and warm.

I see……

Having been silently looking at the team that suddenly had two more members, Asbuvilon looked at Tachibana's face for a moment, and his eyes hidden under the mask turned to Zheng Yi, who was cutting up the leg of the monster.

It was the demonic beast that this servant, who only knew the name so far, snapped off its neck with his bare hands when he was looking for a convenient place to talk.

Asbuvilon remembered that it should be a kind of monster called Roaring Beast.

According to the previous observations, this is indeed an edible monster, but it needs to be dealt with, otherwise it may cause its poison sac with cold poison to rupture and make it inedible.

Having said that, if he were to break the roaring beast's neck with bare hands in a face-to-face situation, plus his performance in the previous battle, I am afraid that his muscle strength value should be at least A or above.

Coupled with the seemingly unfamiliar and skillful handling of skin, flesh and bones, is it a heroic spirit with hunter deeds?

In any case, it is also true that the Master has shown complete relaxation in the true sense for the first time since the appearance of this Servant.

From the corner of the eye, Tachibana paid attention to the shoulder and neck muscles that had relaxed at some point. The smile on the girl's face seemed to be the same as before, but Asbuvilon could somewhat tell the difference.

Hate humans, but also love humans, golems can understand the changes in people's hearts, but they are often unwilling to take the time to understand.

Only now, as a follower of Fujimaru Tachibana, Asbuvilon found that he had also begun to learn to spend time understanding people's hearts without knowing it.

Just like now, he came to the conclusion that the servant in front of him was completely trusted by the master.

In this way, the initial defensiveness due to unfamiliarity seems unnecessary.

As if aware of Asbuvillon's gaze, Zheng Yi raised his head, smiled and tilted his head at this honest scholar who was still unwilling to take off his mask.

As if asking him what's the matter.

Regarding this, Asbuvilon just shook his head lightly, and Zheng Yi who received the response didn't say much, but continued to decompose the monster's leg meat on the basis of controlling his body temperature to make Tachibana more comfortable.

It is so, it is so.

After roughly understanding what he wanted to explore, Asbuvillon quickly set his sights on the next topic.

"—So, can I leave?"

Wearing that suit or armor, and maintaining a hideous appearance of black and red mixed with silver-gray blades, the hostile servant who was fighting for life and death more than ten minutes ago is now very peacefully sticking to it. The edge of the wall stood at the corner of the temporary stronghold.

From the standing position, except for his back being close to the wall, he was blocked by three followers in all directions.

And next to the only master, the one with the strongest combat power is sitting upright.

"Well, before that, we have some questions we'd like you to answer."

In terms of negotiation, Billy the Kid basically had a thorough understanding, and Zheng Yi had just arrived, so he put aside the innocent Tachibana, and Asbuvillon consciously stood up.

"...Do I have a choice?"

As if laughing and laughing at himself, an unpleasant red light overflowed from the observation port of the helmet that lined up the sharp blades, and the hoarse voice, like a sword and glass grinding against each other, responded to Asbuvilon with a long tune.

The appearance still looks so terrifying, but compared to the figure you have seen just now, this one suddenly looks a lot more gentle.

The golem raised an index finger.

"You can also consider this a condition of your redemption."

"Hmph, okay, you ask."

"Then let's make sure first, you are that Salieri, right?"

Hearing this, the probably male servant raised his head slightly: "If you mean the Salieri who killed Amadeus, then I am Salieri."

"Huh? Put Amadeus...?"

Of course Tachibana, who was warming up by the fire, was also listening to the conversation carefully. The little guy stared, looked at the follower who claimed to be Salieri in surprise, and then at Asbuvilon who was nodding his head.

"So that's the case, then it makes sense."

"Since you asked a question, how about I ask one too?"

Without responding immediately, Asbuvillon turned his head to look at Tachibana, obviously letting the young master decide.

After Tachibana thought for a while, he nodded.

"Please say."

"...Who are you guys?"

"This question is more complicated, so let me explain it."

A blue projection suddenly shot out from Tachibana's wristband. In the image was a handsome young man with slightly mean lips and sharp eyebrows and eyes like swords. From a broad perspective, he is a beautiful man who directly hits the core of facial control.

"Nice meeting, Mr. Salieri. I am Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock Holmes, Chaldea's business consultant. Like you, I became a follower because of complicated experiences."

"We are members of Chaldea, a human security organization outside this land. As you can see, we are the last master of Chaldea, Fujimaru Tachibana."

"I am Asbuvillon."

Seeing Salieri looking over, Asbuvillon did not hesitate to introduce himself.

"Chaldea..."

Looking around at everyone present, especially Zheng Yi, who was watching quietly, Salieri suddenly laughed: "Wait a minute, I'll take this thing off."

As he said that, the strangely shaped exterior quickly blurred into a stream of red and black magic particles and dissipated, revealing the truth wrapped inside.

It was a tall and thin man with gray hair and red eyes. His tall figure looked tall and withdrawn under the stretch of a dark-colored suit.

The face hidden in the haze moved his facial features indistinctly like a robot that had just been activated, and Salieri looked at Tachibana and his party again.

"I am Salieri. Salieri who killed Amadeus, as you can see, is just such a useless musician who has ascended to the position of Heroic Spirit by virtue of his ability to kill gods."

"So, outsiders from Chaldea, what do you want to ask?"

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Chapter 21: Stories in the Lostbelt

The communication between the two sides went very smoothly.

On the one hand, based on the cooperation of this Salieri, although there will be sharp verbal attitudes during the conversation from time to time, in fact, in the face of Chaldea's questions, it can be said that he knows everything without saying anything, so that Zheng Yi There is a kind of consideration that most artists are arrogant.

On the other hand, it was because Chaldea had three wise men.

The world's famous detective, Sherlock Holmes.

The all-rounder of genius, Leonardo da Vinci.

The creator of the Kabbalah magic base, the puppet master Avis Bron.

Not to mention the wisdom of the world, but in this small temporary stronghold, there is indeed a think tank that can be called the world's top.

And Zheng Yi's doubts were also initially answered.

The first is the Lost Belt. According to the final conclusion, the so-called Lost Belt refers to the human history that is different from the correct history known as pan-human history, through certain points of divergence.

If you want to distinguish carefully, it can be said that the so-called pan-human history is based on correct choices, correct prosperity, and belongs to the [correct] history of the victors.

And the Alien Belt, that is, as the result of wrong choices and wrong prosperity, is the history of the losers, and it is the [wrong] history that was interrupted as [unwanted] and even abandoned by the parallel world theory.

The Lost Belt, in essence, is the history of mankind that will eventually be cut off and lead to a dead end.

Just like cutting off unnecessary branches in order to ensure the healthy growth of the trunk of a tree, this judgment based on the theory of the clock tower "cutting the phenomenon" was affirmed by Salieri.

And now what is happening on this earth, on this frozen soil, is that the Alien Belt is invading the history of pan-humanity—the history of the losers, and it is becoming [correct] history little by little.

If it is said that Getia's Humanity Burning is a blow to Humanity based on individual will.

Then this group of people who call themselves the Hidden Ones are using the Lost Belt to attack human history itself.

This situation is called by Leonardo da Vinci the phenomenon of filtering anecdotal history.

To put it in the most simple and easy-to-understand way, if left alone, this extremely cold hell where human beings cannot survive at all will become a common sense existence in the history of the earth and human beings.

Pan-human history will cease to exist.

This is equivalent to denying Tachibana's past efforts, the cooperation of all the heroic spirits, and even the will of Gaetia and that one.

Whatever the reason, Chaldea cannot just sit idly by.

It's just... I didn't expect Chaldea to be captured.

Washing away the stains on his hands with boiled snow water, Zheng Yi shook off the smell of flesh and blood, and after completely cleaning his palms, he rubbed Tachibana's forehead hair a little distressed.

It was hard for him to imagine, in that kind of isolated and helpless situation, what kind of perseverance this girl had used to complete the feat of escape with everyone.

Except for Holmes and Da Vinci, all the servants were repatriated.