Type-Moon Crown Master

"Wait... Chaldea's Master."

Curse Arm had already prepared to set out, but he ran over and stopped the group.

"What is it?"

"My ancestor asked me to pass something on to you. He said it would be best for your destination to be the Atlas Institute in the desert. Everything you want to know is there."

Chapter 33: Nero, Who Had Too Much Time on Her Hands

The Atlas Institute was the most mysterious organization within the Mage's Association, primarily researching the field of alchemy. Su Mo had met their last successor during the Holy Grail War in the Sea of Imaginary Numbers, but at the time, the great source of mana had dried up. Every branch of the Mage's Association had either declined or perished, and the Atlas Institute was no exception.

...(I know none of you want to read boring plot and only want to see the heroines lovingly screwing each other, so I skipped a whole bunch of boring nonsense and glossed over the plot progression.)

The blazing desert, maddening heat, and an endless horizon.

Su Mo no longer even wanted to complain. To avoid suffering too long in that dump of Ramesses II's, he generously summoned his subordinates and established a command post here, sending out large numbers of drones to search for structures resembling ruins.

After nearly an hour of searching and screening by numerous professional Russian soldiers, a shortcut leading to the Atlas Institute was marked out on a map and delivered into Su Mo's hands.

The scorching desert was like a steel mill. At forty degrees Celsius, not only would ordinary people suffer terribly, even Servants found this environment extremely uncomfortable.

The only thing worth being grateful for was that they had Su Mo, a rich patron, to lean on. They did not