A Friend from Another World

Those who knew them would assume they were there to discuss important matters; those who didn't would have thought it was some gangster getting out of a car and being greeted by his underlings.

Because of their actions, even Artoria, who was standing to the side, was immediately transported Britannia the days when she was queen of Britain. It seemed that those nobles who wanted to curry favor with her because they had won a battle were doing the same thing.

"--"

However, although these Magus seemed incredibly enthusiastic, practically begging to fawn over him, Rovey's gaze didn't linger on them. Instead, it was precisely fixed on a familiar figure sitting in the corner, cigar in mouth, shivering from the cold in this godforsaken place.

"Um?"

The other person clearly noticed his gaze and slightly raised their head.

The moment Weber looked up, Rovey's gaze arrived as well. As if by telepathy, their eyes met in mid-air, even though they had only just arrived.

The next moment, the two looked at each other's faces and couldn't help but speak.

"Rovey!?"

"Yes, it's been a long time, Weber."

Chapter 327 Friends from Another World

It's a beautiful day today.

There was no heavy snowfall as usual in Antarctica, and the sun was shining brightly overhead.

But for Dr. Roman, it was a very unpleasant day.

He had originally planned to take a short vacation after the Humanity Incineration.

Now free from Solomon's responsibilities, he no longer needed to be as exhausted as before. He was ready to enjoy the rest of his life like a normal human being.

As a complete homebody, he was determined to make a trip to the Far East and have a good time, and then visit many other places he had seen with his Clairvoyance but never had the time to go.

He had just finished writing his log last night, and when he woke up this morning, he heard the terrible news that the Clock Tower had brought a team over. He had just accepted Rovey's advice and was about to go out to check the situation when Artoria's intrusion caused him to completely lose track of them.

Now he was the only one left on the entire Antarctica ice sheet, sneezing as he continued toward the research station.

--

Meanwhile, when Rovey arrived, many Magus outside the research station gathered around to watch, offering their utmost respect and admiration.

Having seen the law enforcement footage from the Department of Law, the Magus were able to recognize Rovey and the blonde woman beside him at a glance.

When they saw this person, whom the Lord had repeatedly instructed them to treat with reverence and seriousness, everyone present became extremely alert. Some of the bolder ones, those eager for advancement, even went up to him with their prepared lists to curry favor.

However, after realizing their intentions, Rovey simply pushed away the lists they were handing him and told them to disperse.

He didn't have the energy to argue with these boring guys; his entire gaze and attention were fixed on Weber was sitting in the snow smoking.

He looked at the other person's tall and slender figure, and that long, black hair that even women rarely possessed, and couldn't help but smile. Although the other person had indeed changed quite a bit, and was a little too mature, he was exactly the same as the image in the El-Melloi II case file, and he could recognize him at a glance.

When Weber saw Rovey's familiar face and figure, he couldn't help but recall the days they spent studying together in Mr. Kenneth's classroom.

Although they didn't have much contact, Weber still had a deep impression of him because Webber had always admired geniuses, and because Rovey was one of the few Magus who believed in the supremacy of strength and the utmost respect for talent, and didn't discriminate against him because of his bloodline.

Suddenly, many memories of the past flooded my mind.

Although he had seen him again in the recorded footage, and although he had gradually guessed some possibilities before coming, sometimes the feeling of speculation and imagination is completely different from the feeling of actually seeing someone. Even Weber, who had experienced a lot, couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Are you really... Rovey?" he asked hesitantly.

Looking at the person before him, although the other person's appearance had changed somewhat, it still overlapped with the figure in his memory. However, no matter what, Weber could not connect this temperament with the classmate in his memory, so he couldn't help but hesitate.

"I am indeed Rovey, but not the Rovey you know. Similarly, you are not the Weber I know. We are different individuals from different worlds."

There was no need to hide anything from Weber when faced with his questions, so Rovey told Weber the truth directly.

"So it really is a parallel world..."

Upon hearing these words, Weber's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

His reasoning was indeed correct.

However... after meeting Rovey, Weber's feelings were very complicated, and he hesitated to say many things. At this moment, he really had too many questions in his heart, but it was not appropriate to ask them here.

After all, all the Magus' eyes were on them. Some things were private and concerned personal privacy, and they couldn't be known by other Magus.

It was precisely because Rovey pushed aside the other Magus' attempts to curry favor and came before Weber that the other Magus also began to notice them.

They dared not voice any objections to Rovey's neglect, but when they saw Weber act as if they were old friends upon their first meeting with such a being, their eyes were filled with curiosity. At the same time, they couldn't help but become curious about this ragtag Lord had no family line, no bloodline, and no background.

"I see, I understand. It's not convenient for you to ask many questions here, right? In that case, let's find another place and sit down to talk things over."

Seeing Weber's hesitant look, Lowe, who had spent a long time with Weber from his own world and knew Rovey very well, easily understood what he was thinking. So, in order to make him feel more relaxed, he made this suggestion.

"Good."

Upon hearing this suggestion, Weber's furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

He actually wanted to find a quiet place to properly ask Rovey some questions.

"It's been a long time, Master of the King of Conquerors."

Just as he was about to take Rovey inside the research station for a leisurely chat, Artoria spoke up from the side.

The familiar voice made Weber's eyes widen slightly. He looked at Artoria with surprise, even disbelief, and blurted out, "Saber!"

But he quickly rejected that idea as well.

"No, that's not right. You're not a Servant. I can't sense Servant aura from you."

Just now, because he didn't sense the familiar Servant aura from Artoria, and because her hair was messy from speeding and she was fixing it, and because Weber's attention was drawn to Rovey, he didn't notice that the person who came with Rovey was an old acquaintance— King Arthur, whom he had met in the Fourth Holy Grail War. More importantly, because the difference in their physiques was so great, especially their hearts, Weber didn't even consider that possibility.

Upon hearing the familiar voice and seeing that incredibly familiar face, Weber immediately thought of the Golden King of Knights from the Fourth Holy Grail War, except...

But it seems quite different.

This difference isn't about physique, but rather something more special—a certain aura.

Weber looked at Artoria with suspicion and asked, "Are you King Arthur? A human body... Did you win some Holy Grail War and then wish for resurrection?"

This was the only possibility he could think of.

Artoria emerged victorious in an unknown Holy Grail War, and it was through the resurrection of the Holy Grail that she was able to appear here.

However, Artoria gently shook her head at his conjecture and replied, "I have not been resurrected, or rather, I have never died, and I am not actually the King Arthur of your world."

"This isn't our world... Could it be..."

Weber immediately realized something.

"Rovey and I come from the same world. Although my experiences over the past few decades may not have been much different from King Arthur's in your world, our life experiences and life journeys are already vastly different."

Artoria replied, "Anyway, even if you have some grudges against me in this world, you don't need to take it too seriously in front of me. I'm just a little curious about how you in this world have grown after that war."

"Oh, I see..."

Upon hearing this, Weber nodded.

He realized that not only Rovey from the one he knew, but even King Arthur was not the same person he knew, and he couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

Having experienced that war and been an enemy, it's impossible for him not to harbor resentment towards King Arthur.

Kenneth died at the hands of the opposing Master.

Iskandar's Gordius Wheel was also destroyed by the enemy, causing him to lose his ability to stay airborne in the final battle, which led to his being annihilated by Gilgamesh in one fell swoop.

He had also reviewed the situation and concluded that if Gordius Wheel were still intact, Iskandar would have had a chance to escape even if the Reality Marble was broken. Although he also knew that even if that guy died in battle, he would definitely not run away.

But he still had some personal feelings about King Arthur.

However, since the other party, like Rovey, was not from his own world, and he knew very well that his strength in the other party's hands was probably only that of an ant, although he had never personally witnessed the strength of the living King Arthur, he could make a conclusion based solely on Saber's performance in the Fourth Holy Grail War.

And...

Weber looked at Rovey again and silently clenched his fist.

More than things he should have let go of long ago, he wanted to know what choices his counterpart in the other world had made, and what Kenneth's fate was in that world. These were the things he most wanted to know.

Seeing Weber's longing gaze, Rovey, understanding his feelings, nodded gently and then asked him to take him to a quieter place to talk.

At that moment, the group of Magus around him were looking at Weber with envy, who was able to get so close to Rovey.

Although the Lord had told them to prioritize El-Melloi II as much as possible, and hadn't told them about other matters because they involved too much, they really couldn't understand why such a guy was so favored by Rovey.

When Weber led Rovey into the house to discuss things in detail, they wanted to follow, but Rovey raised his hand to stop them. They dared not disobey Rovey's will, so they could only reluctantly stop.

Although Rovey did not want these guys to bother him, he was not arrogant or domineering, but rather gave these Magus something to look forward to.

He told the Magus that the person in charge of Chaldea would be arriving soon and would be in charge of the handover. He added that they could talk to him about anything they wanted to discuss.

Rovey calmly passed the work to Dr. Roman.

The Magus, who had initially been somewhat disappointed, immediately woke up upon hearing the news.

Although El-Melloi II had taken over the task of pleasing Rovey, they understood that things had to be done step by step. Since they couldn't please Rovey so easily, they decided to start with those around him.

The person in charge of Chaldea?

From the perspective of a deity, the other party would probably be someone like a high priest, right?

Once you can win this person over, why worry about how to maintain a good relationship with Rovey afterwards?

But...

That's their idea, but these Magus aren't fools; they're all shrewd old foxes. Coupled with Magus extreme egos, they usually only believe what they see.

Although they dared not act rashly or ask directly because of that unlucky fellow in the Department of Law, they still harbored suspicions.

After all, Rovey's appearance was too simple and too low-key.

We don't need golden lotuses springing from the ground or holy light descending from the heavens, but at least there should be some special event, right?

However, Rovey himself lacked the aura of a god or the presence that a True Magic should exude.

They couldn't even detect the Magus's inherent mystery and allure; he seemed just like an ordinary person.

Making an entrance on a motorcycle was completely different from their imagined image of a god's arrival, changing the heavens and shaking the earth. They could have at least followed the Blue Magician and unleashed his magic to demonstrate his power, but instead, Rovey appeared here in such an ordinary way. If it weren't for the fact that the photos were exactly the same, they would have thought they had mistaken him for someone else.

So now these guys can't help but start to have doubts.

Did that idiot in the Department of Law misread it? Actually, it was some kind of special attack.

They were also scammed in this way.

Some of them even started talking in secret, discussing whether Rovey was all show and no substance.

Because they were communicating secretly using Magecraft, and everyone present was considered an elite, Weber couldn't detect it due to his insufficient Magecraft skills, and Artoria was completely unaware because she had never studied Magecraft.

Therefore, only Rovey was able to decipher their internal Magecraft communication method at a glance and understand the content of their conversation.

He stopped walking after hearing these discussions.

Then he glanced back at them.

Seeing this, Weber asked with some confusion, "What's wrong, Rovey?"

No, it's nothing.

Rovey gently shook his head.

He wasn't angry because of these guys' doubts.

After all, his realm was a completely introspective one, a level that these guys couldn't understand. That's why he had a kind of return to simplicity, without revealing even the slightest bit of power.

Since they are no longer able to be judged by common sense, their suspicions are understandable.

But...

He also knew that pretending to be profound or acting like a riddle teller was useless; in such situations, a more appropriate approach was more effective.

"It's nothing, let's go."

So he shook his head and walked into the research institute with Weber.

Outside the door, the Magus breathed a sigh of relief as he finally left, and then began to communicate openly without any further concealment.

What do you guys think?

Someone asked this question.

"I don't understand it, but it's just ordinary... It doesn't look like a god of True Magic at all; it looks more like an ordinary person."

"Yes, that's how I feel too."

"So, could it be that those guys in the Department of Law deliberately did this to mess with us? I really can't imagine that he's a god."

"..."