But the gap between this theory and reality was as wide as the difference in bust size between Artoria Lily and Her Majesty Nero.
The Clock Tower might list Reality Marbles among its forbidden spells, but if a proper Magecraft user ever succeeded in using one, the entire Clock Tower would probably worship them.
If the person weren't a proper Magecraft user, Azu would probably have them dissected and preserved in formaldehyde.
Azu pulled out her notebook and began scribbling furiously. "Sharing the pressure of using a Reality Marble among multiple people by having them all imagine the same scene is certainly a good idea, but the conditions are far too demanding. Only a king with the kind of charisma King of Conquerors has could pull it off."
Having written that, Azu let out a long sigh.
"Ah, I wonder how far Matou's research into Reality Marbles has gotten. I wonder if he'd be willing to share..."
While the Mages marveled at Iskandar's great feat, ordinary viewers didn't give a damn about Reality Marbles.
In this scene, with the sky filled by yellow sand, they cared about only three things: the army, the army, and the army.
Grand music swelled, and the army that had once conquered the Western world appeared before their eyes once more.
The spears that blotted out the sky, the soldiers' perfectly coordinated movements, the sheer grandeur of it all—first the audience gaped in astonishment, then their eyes struggled to take it all in. At last, their gazes settled on Iskandar, and they never wanted to look away from the big screen again.
This was a magnificent army unlike anything ever seen in film history. It wasn't a few dozen people playing pretend, like in other ancient-era movies. This was a real army.
"Now that's war!"