Chapter 473

Is there anything Fran can do for me?

How do I log in to the London City Information Network? Thank you.

"Kuonji- nai... what does Miss want to search for? Fran can go search first, okay?"

While fiddling with Kuonji's very old-fashioned communication device, Fran purchased a temporary account on City shopping website. "Fran, my account is a super VIP; I can find all the messages in less than a second!"

"Hmm... May Liddell Archalotte, can you find any information about this person?"

"Huh?"

Fran couldn't help but blink again.

This is only natural.

May Liddell Archalotte is Archalotte Family, one of the Twelve Lords of the Clock Tower. She is a descendant of the Coal Witch of the Industrial Revolution and later became the Lord of the Botany Department Family. After the Clock Tower disbanded with the arrival of the New Era, she was extremely carefree and developed her career as an idol in the White Tower District, which admired detectives. Unfortunately, her career didn't go well, so she went to the Ruined District and successfully became a super idol singer.

Because his ancestor, the Coal Witch, had helped Henry Jekyll make elixirs, Fran could be considered to have a somewhat distant relationship with her.

The reason is simple: according to Henry Jekyll's own "Heroic Spirit Inheritance Nasuverse," the reason he conducted the personality separation experiment was entirely Moriarty's fault, indirectly leading to his suicide by poisoning to deal with Hyde. He can be considered one of Professor X's victims.

"Ms. Kuonji, are you also a fan of Ume?"

"... Just friends."

Liddell was Alice's playmate from her time in England.

"Is... is that so?"

Fran's gaze drifted away, then he coughed twice, feigning an attack.

"So Fran, have you found it yet?"

"Yes, yes, she has a Concert in the Ruined District tonight. Fran actually bought the tickets a while ago. Since there's no time like the present, let's the Crowd go to Miss Mei's Concert! It's fantastic!"

It was a dark place, but to put it simply, it was as dim as if the electricity bill hadn't been paid in a long time.

The air was thick with the aroma of hamburgers and fried chicken. The modern-style shop was a hamburger joint that had been passed down from the old days. At this moment, a stranger might mistake the two people inside for a mother and daughter.

"That damn woman actually made us eat this."

"But it tastes really good!"

"Shut up! That unhealthy food was fed to the dogs by that damn woman!"

That's what they said, but the silver-haired woman was still seriously eating her hamburger. In her arms was a girl who looked similar to her. There were dozens of hamburger wrappers scattered around them. Although the portions were large, neither of them looked full at all.

Considering their true identities, this is perhaps to be expected.

A special existence named Jeanne d'Arc Alter and her Lily.

As Jeanne d'Arc Alter opened the freshly frozen cola, she couldn't help but burp. Lying there amidst the food and atmosphere, she felt as if the passage of time itself had become distorted.

Finally--

"Piercing Woman, you two have certainly eaten enough. I'm curious, will you eat yourself to death if you keep eating?"

A sound came from the other end of the hamburger shop.

"Ugh, haha, even Divinity things have turned black! There's a limit to how disgusting it can be! For the Britain King of Britain to live in such a filthy, chaotic place is utterly laughable! It's disgusting!"

"Oh... I didn't expect Saintess Excellency to have become like this. It seems it's no wonder you fled Paris in such a sorry state."

Artoria Alter, also eating a hamburger and holding a dog on a leash, slowly walked over. Her originally sharp expression softened slightly when she saw the gaze directed at her by Kuro d'Arc Alter.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not angry, on the contrary, I'm very happy. After all, this woman is worth beating up in every sense of the word. It seems I won't be bored after picking you up."

Just a few days ago, Saber Alter caught two people while fishing in the River Thames near the Ruined District. They were obviously smuggled Servant and should have been reported to the City, but Saber Alter had no interest in doing so. She simply threw them into a burger shop and fed them burgers and made them drink cola.

"Oh, right."

While eating her hamburger, the Saber Alter continued with her unchanged expression, "Sherlock Holmes just died, and the White Tower District has already started analyzing who the murderer might be."

"Oh, Sherlock Holmes is dead? What does that have to do with me? And who is this guy?! I don't know him..."

"What I mean is, barring any unforeseen circumstances, security in London will become even tighter soon."

With the empty Coke glass tilted slightly, Jeanne d'Arc Alter said, "You heartless woman, you'd better just say what you mean."

"Don't get arrested as a suspicious person."

Saber Alter's eyes peered through the lid at Kuro d'Arc, and he continued, "Of course, it doesn't matter whether you live or die, the most important thing is not to implicate Jeanne d'Arc."

"... Hmm, I know that."

Jeanne d'Arc Alter did not immediately answer Saber Alter's question, but instead stood up and crossed her arms over her chest.

She tilted her head slightly, almost touching her shoulder, and finally gave this answer, "Um, when I went out today, that dark-skinned Marie Antoinette was chatting with me and she gave me some concert tickets. Consider it payment for you, you disgusting woman, for saving me and her earlier."

"How dare you say something like that, you piercing woman."

"It's so noisy!"

Chapter 491 Never Forget You Will Die Someday.

Hey! Welcome to purchase Concert tickets for the super-popular and hugely popular England beauty Liddell!

Several times louder than the rain in White Capital District, a pink-haired woman, like the embodiment of a storm, stood on the stage holding a microphone, accompanied by the clattering sound of her boots, which sounded like she was showing off.

"Phew, and remember this: there's nothing Liddell can't do. Just say the word, and I can come here in a missile, even from the other side of the world!"

Despite the New Era's strict rules prohibiting flying objects in the sky, Liddell, a childhood friend of Alice Gilgamesh the Lord of the Clock Tower's Botany Department, still bangs her cheering stick on the microphone in her hand.

"The most transcendent Witch in history, the undisputed No. 1 idol in the Association —those who didn't buy tickets will definitely regret it when they get back, right? Regretful, right? It's an unimaginable surprise, isn't it? Yes, that's only natural!"

Suddenly, Liddell felt goosebumps rise on the back of her neck, sensing a familiar presence watching her from somewhere.

Liddell discreetly peered around, careful not to let the other party notice her movements, but her presence was lost in the noisy Gallery and impossible to track.

This made her wonder if it was some haters who disliked her, or perhaps Magecraft was dissatisfied with her lifestyle after the Association disbanded.

At that moment, on the edge of the first Gallery, which Liddell herself hadn't immediately noticed, Alice quietly asked Fran, who had brought them in, "... Let me ask you first, Liddell, is she acting like this now?"

That's amazing.

The scene that made the expressionless Grandma Kuonji impatient was something Fran never dreamed of.

However, Fran quickly suppressed his surprise and answered seriously:

"Miss Mei's singing style is always like this, and even her statements on the City Information Network fit her persona perfectly."

Alice sighed, but didn't say anything more.

In the 1980s, shortly after Alice and Aoko teamed up to fight Touko, the two joined forces to defeat the attacking Liddell. After all, the side story of "Witch on the Holy Night" hinted that Liddell lost to the two of them together, and given the relationship between the Botany Department and the First Magic, it is highly likely that Liddell came with the same purpose as Touko.

"Excuse me, I need to go out for a bit."

After a while, after saying those words, Alice got up and left. Then, while the others were listening quietly, Alice, Erice, James, and the others overheard the conversation of the audience around them.

"... Fire? In White Capital District?"

"Where in Whitetown? Hillingdon? Or Sutton?"

"It looks like the Whitechapel area."

Whitechapel?

Whitechapel is in London's East End, the very place where Jack the Ripper committed his crimes.

This prompted Erice, who had connections with Jack in Shinjuku, to lean out and try to peek at the phone in the hand of the audience member who was speaking.

However, at that moment, James handed over the phone expressionlessly. "It's Command Spell theft."

The screen was playing videos privately uploaded to the City's Information Network, real-time footage of the fire scene.

The churches in the Whitechapel District were shrouded in smoke from the fire.

A person transformed into a fireball emerged from the billowing smoke. Although the fireball was burned beyond recognition, he continued walking as if nothing had happened. He walked into the yards of other houses near the church, thus fueling the fire.

The video feed shook a few times before being cut off.

In addition, other people on the Information Network uploaded photos of trams stopped in place due to fires on city streets.

Later, uneasy commotion arose throughout the Gallery. This reaction was not surprising, as many in the audience already knew that Sherlock Holmes had died at noon.

"Not only that, I heard there was a fatal accident at a central London station, with out-of-control buses veering wildly across the level crossing, and even trams coming to an abrupt stop."

At this very moment, unexpected events are simultaneously occurring in various districts of the Detective City of London.

Suddenly, Erice felt a tingling pain creeping across the inside of her wrist. This was the Evil Spirit on her body sensing the thick aura of death and beginning to stir.

She quickly pressed her wrist, from which black blood was seeping, and the Spirit Barrier turned into a wound that split open.

They had managed to suppress it before, but now...

This reminded Erice of when she met Hel, when the Evil Spirit were just as restless. Could it be...?

Just then, Erice heard a voice from the seat next to her. "Interesting? Is this a coincidence? If that's the case, you should know that the realm of death is gradually spreading from these fortresses. Anyone who has ever experienced 'death' is my child, my most beloved child."

A rather inexplicable remark reached Erice's ears. When she subconsciously looked at the seat next to her, she realized that it was a female Servant with White-Haired Goddess and dark skin, horns on her head. Her every move was slow, as if covered in slime, but her voice was as cute as that of a young girl.

For some reason, when faced with the extremely high concentration of death aura, Erice's 'instinct' that had once been hidden in her bloodline and manifested once began to tremble.

"Wait, your aura? Hehehe, so that's how it is! After all, some people really have terrible memories, but all we need to do is awaken her forgotten death."

The female Servant quietly chewed on a withered wrist. With the crunching sound of bones breaking, the Command Spell Seals on her wrist gradually faded and became more and more withered. In other words, she was eating Command Spell.

"Never forget that you will die eventually."

These words were like a declaration, causing Erice to close her eyes amidst the noisy Concert. When she opened her eyes again, her pupils contracted sharply into vertical slits, just like before, and her waist-length black hair fell to her ankles, the ends of which were wreathed in pale Phosphorus Fire.

However, compared to her initial cold smile when she first appeared, her expression now appeared stiff.

Because--

"The Throne of Heroes has been distorted, and the Holy Grail is already filled with Black Mud that deceives all beings."

Leaving behind those familiar words, the female Servant had just received the Command Spell stood up, her appearance now completely different from before.

Human beings were perfect from the very beginning.

From the very beginning, it possessed both reason and madness, kindness and malice, courage and cowardice, integrity and lies.

So all that's needed is—death.

It's not about becoming a guide for humanity, but simply standing behind them, imbuing them with death, and letting death propel them forward with all their might.

"The Sun will soon set, and the time to recreate daylight has arrived. The rising daylight will shatter the night, just as men display femininity and women display masculinity. Humanity, leave the great fortresses, for death has come to greet you, and the cycle of physics must be broken."

Ecclesiastes, Old Testament Bible:

Everything has its appointed time; every task in the world has its time.

There is a time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to uproot what has been planted. And who knows whether the spirit of man ascends or the spirit of the animal descends into the earth?

The Eternal Exalted One, riding in the sky, displays his majesty and glory, traversing the firmament, wishing that all beings may live on and never perish.

Let's go back to when Alice walked out of the Gallery.

Since she quickly realized that the person on stage was not Liddell herself, but a mysterious Projection created through Magecraft or some other means, Alice really didn't want to continue listening. So she left the Gallery area and went to the outer edge of the Concert.

Although it is indoors, the space is very spacious. The towering arched roof is an exquisite imitation of the style of Victoria architecture. There are many small vendors operating along the wall, and a few locals are also scattered in the shops.

Some people watched the concert broadcast on the screens outside as a snack with their drinks, chatting and laughing as they drank.

Although Alice and Liddell haven't seen each other much since the establishment of the New Era, seeing her like this, despite her impatience, is enough.

Just then, a pink-haired woman wearing sunglasses walked up to Alice: "I knew it was you, you Fairy-Tale Girl! Are you trying to ostracize me?! You came to London without even telling me!"

The newcomer was none other than Liddell herself; she must have disguised herself and stepped out as soon as she sensed that familiar, strange gaze.

"Just arrived."

"Just arrived? You're really unlucky, Fairy-Tale Girl. After all, Sherlock Holmes only died today, so it's not convenient for you to go anywhere else now."

"Yes, I know."

Alice's hair suddenly turned silver, "After all, I was there at the time."

Seeing that the Demon King had possessed her again without her consent, Alice just sighed. As long as Erice didn't see it, she didn't care about anything else.

Since the incident with Louis XVII, her attitude towards Demon King possession has softened considerably, especially since things have become quite ordinary during the four months that Erice was in a coma.