Chaos Came One After Another

The gloomy winter weather spread a medieval-film-like oppression through lead-gray London.

"Still can't reach the Jewel Mage?" Lord Barthomeloi gazed out at London's Seine River in the distance, her reflection and those of the Lords in the meeting room mirrored in the glass.

Everyone wore solemn expressions. Factions that usually despised one another had gathered together, yet there was none of their usual confrontational atmosphere.

"Still no contact." Lord El-Melloi II set down the old-fashioned telephone used to contact the Jewel Mage in emergencies. He shook his head, his expression grave as he pondered something.

[The most dangerous place is the safest place.]

Not long after saying those baffling words, the Jewel Mage vanished. Before disappearing, he left behind only a letter containing a single Touhou idiom—"Take care of yourself."

"All Magicians sent to Fuyuki return home the next day and forget what they did. We also cannot explain the anomaly in the Greater Source." Carl Margulis wore a gentle smile as he looked toward the black-clad clergy nearby.

"We Magicians regarded as heretics are one thing, but Bishop, do you truly know nothing about your own great God Almighty?"

"The place where God Almighty descends is not somewhere we sinners may reach to behold His holy countenance. We have yet to attain a state of purity." The brown-haired middle-aged bishop drew a cross over his chest.

The Magicians clearly dismissed that explanation with scorn, but as a representative sent by the Church and invited to this meeting, he was not moved by the heretics' words or expressions.

On the contrary, the matters worrying the Magicians were utterly insignificant to the Church. The Church had more important things to do now, and neither the time nor the obligation to focus on the troubles the Magicians faced.

Thus, as the representative