Spiritron Transfer Begins, Target London

Singularity: London.

In an underground hollow, a somewhat melancholy man was operating something.

Beside him stood two "boxes."

". . . It can't be done." The man sighed. "Not even with Phantom Spirits?"

"This is the side effect of having no fame at all, magician who has taken control of me." A vigorous voice came from inside one of the "boxes." "Your goal cannot be achieved, because the 'work' itself will resist your existence."

"Shut up, Shakespeare. You only need to remain here under my control." The magician's voice was calm as he turned to glance at the Servant called Shakespeare. "Don't do anything unnecessary."

"How terrifying. I've never met a client like you before." There was another Servant inside the other box as well. He sighed helplessly. "Just like that fellow said, forcing it won't lead to any results. Even if you keep us under control here and endlessly send factors of unrest to the surface, it'll be the same."

". . ." The magician fell silent for a while before finally sighing. "Say whatever you want. I merely have my own pursuit."

"What you need to do is assist me properly here. That is all."

"Assist me until..." A trace of madness flashed through his calm eyes. "Until I achieve my goal and revive my mother."

"After all, that was the message my father, Lawrence Anno Falgao, left for me."

So spoke the crimson-haired mage Servant.

His name was—

Adelson Falgao.

Lawrence and da Vinci were presiding over the ritual to bind Director Olga Marie's soul to her body.

Roman stood outside the workshop, waiting anxiously, while Mash comforted him.

"Don't worry, Doctor. The Director will be fine. Miss Lawrence and Leonardo da Vinci are both very reliable." Fujimaru Ritsuka patted Roman on the back.

"Of course I