Though they possessed the most brilliant minds in the world, the alchemists of the Atlas Institute had become the most failed group on the planet.
The ancestors of the Kudelis Family had sought to put an end to this destruction.
Latio inherited the wisdom of her ancestors, along with their obsession.
She was determined to create, in her own generation, a Magic Crest (supercomputer) capable of avoiding destruction once and for all.
For that, the power of Projection Magic was essential.
"...Shirou Amamiya."
The blue-haired girl called out to Shirou, who was grappling with Wu Zhiqi.
"What?"
To put it nicely, they were grappling. In reality, Shirou was being completely suppressed.
Shirou regretted taking the initiative to engage Wu Zhiqi in close combat. Their movements had already become too fast to follow, even with magically enhanced vision.
He merely glanced at Latio from the corner of his eye, and Wu Zhiqi nearly kicked his head off.
"Who are you?"
"Latio. This individual's name is Ratiou Kudelis Heilam."
"Huh?"
Shirou was utterly speechless. He felt like he was talking to a machine.
"Do you think I am an opponent you can afford to take your attention away from?"
Wu Zhiqi swung her arm, and her fingernails grazed Shirou's cheek.
She exposed an enchanting smile with her crimson lips. Even women would be captivated by it.
The phrase "a beauty capable of toppling cities" must have been coined to describe women like her—if she had not just punched a crater more than ten meters across into the ground.
"Look at me... You are not allowed to look at anyone else, Shirou Amamiya!"
"Ugh...!"
Shirou grunted.
A warrior's instincts told him never to meet this woman's gaze, but in close combat, eye contact was unavoidable.
—An unnatural gaze.
Wu Zhiqi's irises shone gold,