I seriously doubt there is something wrong with my Chaldea

"...you mean...Marchley?"

Caster's hand holding the reagent paused for a moment, then he slowly turned his head and looked at the man in front of him again.

"Why are you asking this?"

"Oh, nothing, just a little curiosity."

The man shrugged, his expression innocent.

"........."

Caster didn't speak to the man's answer, but just stared at him quietly, trying to read something from his eyes.

But soon, he gave up, he couldn't read any information, any emotion from the eyes in front of him.

Whether it's curiosity, surprise, or accident, there's no way to read anything. The man's blue eyes, which only Westerners have, are like a maelstrom in the sea, a black hole in the universe, and all the expressions that should be revealed are completely wiped out. swallowed up.

Not leaving even a trace.

"He and I were friends before we were alive."

Unable to read any information from the man's eyes, Caster had no choice but to give up, but he still chose to answer the man's question. His words were flat and his expression was calm.

"Before he died? Oh... By the way, the time now is..."

The man nodded. The time of this singularity is 1532 A.D., and the time when the ancestor of the alchemist in front of him was active in history was also around the end of the fifteenth century and the middle of the sixteenth century. When he was alive before his death, if it is really according to what Caster said, it makes sense that the current Maqili Zorgen is a young man who looks only in his 30s or [-]s.

In this era, an ordinary human man who is only 30 years old...

"...Different from me who spent my whole life pursuing the root, he is a man full of justice, pursuing a loftier ideal than mine."

Caster slowly stopped his experimenting hands. Although he was looking at the slowly reacting reagent liquid in his hand, his eyes reflected the handsome blue-haired man with a face full of determination and righteousness.

"Eradicate all the evil in this world and the malignity of human beings. He chose to devote his whole life to it... It's really like the choice he would make."

A smile appeared on Caster's face, but that faint smile disappeared quickly.

"...but he..."

He whispered something, only three words, but it was full of helplessness and complexity for such a change in his friend.

"Perhaps... it is because of seeing some unforgivable sin... an unconscious evil that cannot be eliminated, so that such a huge change has taken place."

The man said in a calm tone, he has seen too many such things, and how many good people have been hurt by many unprovoked, unreasonable, and ineradicable evil deeds, and then he has to admit that this cannot be eradicated at all." Evil", and then even the spirit was distorted, and he was a stranger to his former self.

Among the Servants summoned this time, there was one who exactly agreed with his explanation.

It's just that he chose to go to self-destruction in the end, while some people either collapsed themselves after being hurt by the evil deeds around them, or became part of the evil.

That man... probably also in the second case.

Caster sighed. In 1532, that was the last ten years of his life. At that time, the man in his memory was still high-spirited, unswervingly pursuing the lofty ideal of eradicating evil and eradicating human viciousness.

The flying butterfly means breaking out of the cocoon and being reborn, and what he is pursuing is to get rid of all viciousness. Eliminating human viciousness is like completely reborn.

...what a great dream...but...

But when Caster responded to his call and returned to this era, the man in front of him who was very familiar with him greeted him with a completely different face from before.

The original high-spiritedness turned into a kind of fatigue, and the overworked eyes were clearly revealed in the eyes, but this was not just a physical reaction, but also a mental boredom.

He was tired, but everything in front of him that he pursued remained unchanged.

And as expected, everything I saw here was done by the man in front of me. There may still be some original determination on his face, but the pursuit of the absolute eradication of malignancy, the expectation of so-called justice and Waiting for nothing.

After the viciousness and evil deeds were unreservedly exposed in front of him, even he who has been pursuing his own dreams can only come to the conclusion that human beings are meaningless in lamentation, anger, and helplessness. All bad conclusions.

Then the man who got such a ruthless conclusion can no longer be a partner of justice, but instead turned the goal of eliminating human viciousness into eliminating human beings themselves.

Washing off all the dirt and starting all over again was all he needed to do.

"As for his current changes, I can't give any persuasion or answer."

Caster replied calmly, but there was a bit of bitterness in that always gentle tone.

Is it the sadness of the great changes in friends, or does he think that as a Servant, he has long lost the qualification to talk to his former friends?

...maybe it's both...

In Caster's life, which was basically filled with pure magic and alchemy, there were not many people who left an impression on him, but most of them were unforgettable people or friends.

"...After becoming a Servant, you don't need to think so much."

Caster, who was silent, suddenly smiled, but it was full of self-deprecation.

"After all, I am just a Caster now. I don't need to ask about everything about the Master. I just need to do my job well."

"Hmm... making potions here?"

The man suddenly said in a little silence.

"Aren't you going to fight? Although I am not a magician who is good at fighting, if you join the battle with your [Philosopher's Stone], maybe there will be a big turning point."

"...It's not necessary."

Caster calmly replied: "Assassin and the two Berserkers have found a resting place in Chaldea, and I believe that the final elimination work will be completed soon."

"Really?"

The man was noncommittal about Caster's answer, he shook his head lightly, and said, "Don't underestimate the Master who bears the final destiny of mankind."

"But it's useless. Any awareness is as fleeting as a flash in the pan in the face of life-threatening danger."

Caster didn't notice that the topic had been subtly changed, he only had the test tube shaking in his hand, and said very plainly, for the current situation, he couldn't even guess that there was another turning point for the last Master of mankind that the man said .

"This is different. Maybe even this round of hunting is within his expectations?"

"..."

Caster just shook his head slightly. He had seen the so-called last Master of mankind. It is a miracle that his body, which is almost shattered at the touch of a touch, can go this far. It is the funniest joke that he wants to play tricks as if he seems to have never experienced anything.

"There's nothing to say about it, but I think it's better not to underestimate that Master too much."

"...That's just a child, maybe he hasn't even studied orthodox magic in a systematic way."

"Hmm... Unfortunately, although he is indeed only a half-baked guy, what he possesses is the real Magic of the Age of Gods, [Original Rune]."

"...!"

Caster's movements then paused, but this time the pause was not as gentle as before. The movements in his hands seemed to stop abruptly in an instant, and the reagent liquid in the test tube in his hand was shaking.

"Perhaps, it's just the power taught to him by the heroes he met, but for a person without any magic talent, even if he can use it, it's not much use."

After a while, Caster replied slowly, his words were calm, as if he was telling the man in front of him a very normal fact, but he seemed to be looking for an explanation or an excuse for himself.

"But he has a magic circuit almost all over his body...and..."

The man still spoke calmly, but Caster's lips curled up slightly because of his words.

"This is impossible."

This is simply the funniest joke he has ever heard. How could a child from an ordinary family have a more perfect magic circuit than those in the Magic Association? Could it be that his blood inheritance has been passed on to the dog!

After being teased by the man, his mood suddenly improved a lot, and he couldn't help but want to tease him a few more words.

"A holy grail is fused into him."

The faint smile on Caster's face disappeared immediately when he heard this, or rather, he was stunned at this moment.

"……are you joking?"

He opened his mouth slowly, but became more serious, "How is this possible? Human... How can a human body withstand such a huge amount of magic power..."

"But it's true."

The man said with great certainty.

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PS: My Kong Ming is about to break (?﹏?)

Chapter 47: The Man-Eating Monster

"...Do you think that's possible?"

Although his words were full of disbelief, Caster's expression became very serious. He looked at the man in front of him who seemed to have just said something careless, and said.

"Well... who knows?"

The man shrugged, not paying much attention to Caster's reaction.

He really didn't know how much an inexhaustible source of magic power fused in Fujimaru Tachika's body would have an impact on a magician, after all, he was not a magician.

He just made a slight mention. As for whether he believes Caster or not... that has nothing to do with him.

"Well, after all, I'm just telling what I saw. Believe it or not, of course it's up to you...but..."

The man said leisurely, but at the same time as he paused for a moment, there was a faint gleam in his blue eyes.

"If you don't believe it, you can go and see for yourself...don't you?"

His always calm words caused a storm in Caster's heart. After being stunned for a few seconds, he immediately put down the experiment in his hand and quickly left the small laboratory.

In the small laboratory, there is only one man left.

"..."

Watching Caster leave quickly, he slowly narrowed his eyes at the re-closed door.

He probably went to tell Berserker to spare his life for the time being.

But which [Berserker] will it be?

Edward Hyde is all right, but if it's that beast...

"Hmm... heh... hum..."

Thinking of this, the man was taken aback for a moment, and then showed a strange smile. He suddenly remembered something, he had just told Caster just now, why did he even ignore him now?

Very good, even the chess pieces here are ready...then...

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On the other side, in the eastern urban area, a very strange figure walked slowly through the flowing thick fog.

The strange thing is that although it looks like a human figure, and its speed is no different from that of a human being, the monsters lurking in the depths of each small alley are unmoved, as if they have turned a blind eye to his passing.

To be precise, it wasn't that they turned a blind eye, but that those monsters were driven by instinct and chose to shrink back in front of that figure.

[There is no doubt that it is a stronger and more terrifying monster than myself]

Among the only instinctive cognitions of sea monsters, artificial life forms, and mechanical dolls, that figure exists like this. Devouring the weak and fearing the strong are their few instinctive reactions. Sometimes, they will choose to turn a blind eye to that "monster". Of course, this is the reason.

"Da da da……"

The figure walked unhindered in the dense fog that made people feel invisible, with frivolous steps, and he seemed to be humming a ditty with a strong European and American style.

He passed through the streets and alleys where this monster was hidden, those gloomy eyes in the thick fog glanced at the passing figure, and then quickly disappeared at the end of the streets and alleys.

He also didn't care about those monsters who just stared at him but didn't dare to move rashly. To him, they were just some carrion that he didn't like, and they were useless at all.

There's no need for him to waste his energy on these rotten meats. What really makes him salivate is the meat of two-legged animals.

Well, the warm blood that makes people ecstatic should have a fresh heart that will still beat for a while even if it is dug out. They are delicious enough to make him manic just thinking about it.

It's a wonderful breath that people can't help but be amazed by. The very faint but very tempting smell of blood attracted him who was looking for him like a hyena. The dense fog and houses in front of him couldn't stop him. Soon, he Following the faint smell of blood, he bypassed the labyrinth of small courtyards and alleys, and walked into a small house that didn't look that big.

"……Is anyone here?"

He whispered in his mouth, his sharp teeth trembling slightly as the words floated out of his mouth.

The smell of blood here is too strong for him.

This mouth-watering delicious smell seemed to be tempting him, and he hadn't eaten such delicious food for a while.

Almost unable to maintain his current human body shape, he raised the tip of his nose slightly, and what he could smell in the uncirculated air was not only the thin but strong smell of blood, but also the faint smell of inferior potion.

"..."

The man who smelled this smell couldn't help but frowned. The humanoid body inflated like a balloon under the violent emotional agitation. It really made him angry that the meat was spoiled.