The Redemption of the Omnipotent Person, The Shining Jewel Doctor

William Shakespeare and Hans Christian Andersen exchanged a glance. Through the cracks in the mirror, they could vaguely see the concern in each other's eyes.

Adelson had summoned them, used the Holy Grail and mirror magecraft to control them, and turned them into puppets for creating Phantom Spirits.

They had considered resisting, but they were among the weakest kind of Servants. Their Noble Phantasms were nothing more than writing articles or clapping loudly. Besides, Adelson had summoned them and was indeed their Master, so they had simply gone along with it.

"He's completely insane already." Shakespeare curled his lip as he commented on Adelson, who was sitting in a chair and muttering to himself.

"He was completely insane from the very beginning. It's just that his good upbringing made him look less insane." Andersen had the voice of a middle-aged man, but the appearance of a child.

He looked at Shakespeare, then at Adelson.

"He doesn't seem able to notice us right now." Shakespeare smiled.

"So what? We can't get out anyway. All we can do is stay trapped in this little cage, like canaries." Andersen wore an expression of utter resignation—or rather, he had wanted to give up long ago.

"Oh? Does Your Excellency truly think so?" Shakespeare narrowed his eyes, revealing a sly expression.

".Who knows?" The corners of Andersen's mouth also lifted slightly.

At that moment, the two great writers whose names had gone down in history smiled like a pair of villains.

But Adelson, who was tending to his wounds while muttering to himself, noticed none of this. His attention was entirely focused on his own thoughts, his own memories.

Thoughts and memories of his father and mother, of that illusory happy life.

Lawrence clutched her head and curled up into a ball in the corner