"Anyway, let's first consolidate the information we have so far."
Night had fallen. The temperature difference between day and night in the desert was enormous, so the girls huddled together for warmth. Leonardo da Vinci squeezed in with them, and for some reason, Artoria and Carmilla had joined them as well. Anno sat alone nearby, calm and composed. As for Liao Ye and Hans Christian Andersen—
Though the two of them were also by themselves, one looked destined to die alone, while the other resembled a childhood Batman. Neither possessed Anno's air or bearing.
"This land is no longer part of the Middle East. Because of Ramses II—Lord Ozymandias, as Pharaoh Nitocris called him—Egyptian land has been summoned here."
"So this isn't the Middle East, but Egypt. Though I don't know the exact circumstances, for now, think of it as being like the Third Singularity—the Ocean Singularity." Leonardo da Vinci smiled and waved a finger as she explained to the group.
"You mean space-time has become distorted, Da Vinci?"
"Mm-hm, that's right. At least, that's what my detector is telling me. And within this desert of warped space-time, there seems to be an even more severely distorted area." Leonardo da Vinci shrugged, almost constantly wearing a smile.
She was the Mona Lisa. She had to keep smiling at all times.
"So the reason we can't establish communications with Chaldea is also because this is Egypt rather than Jerusalem?" Mash adjusted her communicator, an expression of realization appearing on her face.
"Mm-hm."
"Hey, Master, this meat looks like it's done." Liao Ye poked at the campfire before him. Several sub-dragon thighs were roasting over it. After the battle had ended, Anno had taken Liao Ye to cut off some dragon meat for food.
"Wait. It's not fully cooked yet. It's probably