An alien mythos

Inside the cottage, the fireplace burned quietly. Seventeenth-century Salem was a place rarely bathed in sunlight, and only this flame brought a pale glow. A woman draped in a black cloak was cooking porridge, her eyes filled with worry as she gazed at the endless fog outside.

This was a small town settled by Puritans, and consequently, resources were extremely scarce. The wheat grains in the porridge were almost identical to the hay fed to horses by some wealthy families.

Footsteps approached, and the woman in the house silently placed her hands behind her back. Soon, the figure in the thin mist became clear, and the woman silently released what she was holding behind her back, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"We're back. This is basically a temporary base; it's Miss Abigail's home. Hmm, are only Miss Medea and Mash home? Isn't Mr. Randolph Carter here?"

Ritsuka led Bai Mo into the room. When Bai Mo heard the name Randolph, his eyebrows rose slightly. This was no ordinary name; in the Cthulhu Mythos, Randolph Carter was a legendary investigator.

But that's not the point. Although Bai Mo always knew that all sorts of myths in this world were real, even though their forms differed significantly from the original texts he knew.

But he never imagined that the Cthulhu Mythos was part of it; if it were true, that would be quite frightening.

Bai Mo took it as a coincidence, noted down the name, took the unconscious girl from Ritsuka's arms, brought her back to the room, and examined her.

The girl named Abigail Williams was dressed in a jet-black dress that completely covered her body. She had long, disheveled blonde hair that reached her waist, and she was very thin.

It's easy to imagine that in this Puritan-populated area, a girl wouldn't have much to eat.

"This is a very good location. Abigail is a key figure in Salem's witch trial, so it's good news that we've been able to make contact with her so quickly."

The Salem Witch Trials were a horrific tragedy in which a group of Puritans, under the guise of a witch trial during a bout of illness, wantonly harmed others. Playwright Arthur Miller brought this tragedy to the stage, offering a scathing critique and satire of it.

However, angels and Jesus truly exist in this world, so it cannot be viewed with normal thinking. But in any case, the girl before us is definitely an important and crucial character.

Hearing Dr. Roman's words after so long, Ritsuka breathed a sigh of relief. Although it wasn't the first time, hearing words of support still made her feel at ease.

But peace of mind couldn't solve the stomach problem; before long, both she and Robin Hood's stomachs began to rumble in protest.

"Having been Servant for so long, this is the first time I've experienced hunger in my previous life. Without food, my combat power is almost the same as that of a slightly stronger ordinary person... No, I'm practically turning back into an ordinary person."

Miss Medea, how's the food coming along? Let's exchange some information while we're at it.

"It's ready, a steaming bowl of porridge. I've also strengthened the defenses around here recently. Mata Hari and the others went out to gather intelligence and haven't returned yet. As for Randolph, he left for some reason."

Looking at the food in Medea's hands, Mash couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. Medea was Servant who had come to Chaldea a long time ago, but she had never seen her make porridge.

But with limited ingredients at hand, Mash remained silent, letting Medea continue.

"The maid Tituba went out to buy groceries, but she should be back by now. Come to think of it, she didn't even say hello after all this time we've finally reunited?"

"Hello, Medea."

Bai Mo waved to Medea in a standard greeting, Ritsuka's lips twitched, clearly speechless at Bai Mo's behavior toward a woman.

Just when she thought Medea was about to immediately put on that unhappy, expressionless face, she found that her smile had become even more relaxed. The Great Witch was not annoyed at all, and picked up the spoon to scoop out the food.

"Long time no see, Bai Mo. Alright, let's eat first."

Medea brought bowls of porridge to everyone, and Robin Hood and Ritsuka immediately started eating. Compared to Robin Hood's army-style eating speed, Ritsuka ate much slower. Mash, on the other hand, was telling Bai Mo about everything in detail.

But before he could even open his mouth, a deep voice came from Dr. Roman's side:

"You mean, Ritsuka, you've only been here for two days?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"According to my time, you've been gone for half a month, Ritsuka." Hearing this, Ritsuka's spoon trembled slightly. Although Spiritron Transfer is almost time travel, generally speaking, Ritsuka's time is synchronized with Chaldea's.

"Kid, your time... something's not right. Be careful, or you might accidentally trip and fall." Bai Wunan's warning voice came from beside him, clearly indicating that the time discrepancy had alerted him.

Bai Mo nodded, listening to Mash continue her explanation, while drinking the porridge in her bowl.

"There are indeed a lot of things to do. Well, first of all..." After finishing the last mouthful of porridge, Bai Mo looked at Medea, who was smiling sweetly beside him, and said with a hint of helplessness:

"What's your purpose in pretending to be your niece, Circe?"

Upon hearing this, Mash and Ritsuka were both taken aback. The next moment, Medea, who was wearing a purple robe, flicked her cloak, and her figure, which had a mature feminine charm, seemed to deflate like a shriveled balloon. In her place, she wore a cool white dress in the style of ancient Greece, and a pair of Wings of the Hawk.

"As expected, you couldn't hide it from me. A bowl of wheat porridge was enough to figure it out. It seems the happy times on Aeaea Island back then have become an indelible memory, haven't they?"

"No, you didn't even bother to pretend, and the porridge thing seemed too deliberate."

Bai Mo held Circe, who was hugging him, with one hand. The Witch of the Hawk had a happy and satisfied smile on her face and didn't care about this behavior at all. She even reached out and pinched the muscle lines on Bai Mo's arm.

During the communication, Atalanta's low, leopard-like growl came from the Chaldea walkie-talkie.

"Kal-ke-"

"Hmm, I think I heard the voice of one of your hunter friends, Bai Mo? That's strange, we're not in the mountains."

Bai Mo rubbed her head helplessly and put her back in her seat.

"Alright, we're dealing with serious matters now. Please consider the occasion."

"Oh, I understand, okay."

It's unclear what Circe understood, but she obediently sat back down in the chair next to Bai Mo like a model student, with her hands on her knees, looking every bit the good girl.

"First of all, may I ask why you infiltrated here disguised as Medea?"

"Oh, this was an unexpected summons." Circe lowered her head and said, "The information given by the Throne of Heroes was incomplete. At first, I didn't believe Chaldea at all, and I originally wanted to run away."

Upon closer inspection, I discovered that your location was not only on a snowy mountain, but also felt even more eerie than the Singularity. I happened to encounter a monster emperor in the corridor, tens of meters tall with a spirit Spirit Origin comparable to a god. I was so frightened that I quickly changed into Medea's clothes, and surprisingly, I managed to fool everyone.

Then, coincidentally, I received a mission involving the Spiritron Transfer. Intuitively, I felt that some force was guiding me here, so I decided to sneak in.

I initially thought it would just be a regular job, but I didn't expect such an unexpected bonus. Since that's the case, there's no need for me to hide it anymore!

Circe leaned on Bai Mo's shoulder, a relaxed smile on his face.

"Guidance? If it's guidance from the Throne of Heroes, then that thing is truly baffling, bringing you to a place that suppresses Servant power and is also hosting witch hunts."

Bai Mo looked at the personnel list from Chaldea. According to Dr. Roman, this so-called personnel list was a selection of those suitable for this Singularity.

To be honest, Bai Mo really couldn't see what was suitable about them; they all seemed terribly incompetent. He even worried that if he hadn't come, these people wouldn't have been able to protect their Master.