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The doll she gave to Shio was not specially adjusted, but the doll itself could reproduce its original specifications after accommodating a soul and spirit.

"That's true."

“Furthermore, the body that retains the Animusphia magic crest was also left at the old Chaldea site in Antarctica.” Orange frowned and said to Shiomi, “I have a bad feeling about this.”

"I feel the same way..."

Chapter One: Tension

Are you nervous?

Morgan held the tablet in his hand, skillfully checking the various combat readiness data on Storm Border, while asking Shiomi a question.

“It’s impossible not to be nervous at all. Judging from the Servant sent from Kirshtalia to the Norse Lostbelt, the goddess Caenis, most of the Servants in this Lostbelt are mythical heroes of this caliber.” Shiomi said, thinking to herself, “Hercules, Perseus… plus Jason, Medea, Hector from the Third Singularity Oceanus, and those I encountered in the Subspecies Singularity…”

"Regardless of the situation in the Lostbelts, we must consider the possibility that these heroes will appear as Servants and become enemies." Morgan understood Shiomi's caution. "Unlike the Holy Grail War, Servants who descend from Singularities or Lostbelts will be stronger."

“Fortunately, we are not the same as before, and our strength is now vastly different.” Shio also felt the atmosphere become heavy, so she turned to joke with her, “Now you are no longer a Servant who relies on my magic to maintain your existence, but the true Queen of Winter.”

"To be honest, it's a bit frustrating not being able to unleash your full power in Servant form," Morgan quietly told Shiomi.

tide Jian was stunned for a moment: "You really are combative... Come to think of it, it's not enough to learn magic, you also have to learn marksmanship and swordsmanship from me. You've learned all the martial arts I have. The aggression of the fairies in Paradise is really extraordinary."

“Not just martial arts skills, but also bedroom skills,” Morgan teased, leaning close to his ear.

"Alright, alright, let's stop this topic. This is a crucial time, and I don't want to let wanting to be intimate with you interfere with our business." Shio shrank back slightly. "How's the situation at Storm Border?"

“Everything that needs to be prepared has been loaded onto the ship.” Morgan dragged the structural diagram on the tablet. “Considering that the Lostbelt is located in the Atlantic Ocean, it is either an entire island like Britain or a scattered archipelago… In short, it will mainly be a sea and air operation, and ground operations will be mostly limited.”

At this moment, Shiomi raised her head and looked at the huge warship in front of her: "Captain Nemo, the Servant of Sion, has Triton's elements mixed into his Spirit Origin, which is why he was able to be promoted from a Phantom Spirit to a Heroic Spirit... Although it was originally assumed to be the Imaginary Sea, the Greek Lostbelt has an advantage for this ship, like a dragon soaring to the sky and a fish entering the sea."

“Trin is the son of Poseidon, the god of the sea. If one of our enemies is that sea god, it might be detrimental to Nemo,” Morgan warned.

tide Jian pouted, "There's no other way, so we can only concentrate our efforts to support Master and try to kill Poseidon as quickly as possible."

“A woman who kills gods should kill gods,” Morgan chuckled.

Are you calling me?

Then Scáthach appeared out of nowhere.

"Master, you were actually eavesdropping the whole time, weren't you?" tide Jian asked her master, pretending to be rude, while pursing her lips.

"You overheard? So what?" Scáthach chuckled, glancing at Shiomi.

"Come to my room tonight, and I'll let you listen to as much as you want." He snapped his fingers.

Morgan shook his head: "Instead of wasting time like this, you should check the preparations for departure."

"Hmm..." tide Jian was speechless for a moment, "I feel like you've been unusually serious most of the time today..."

“One of us has to be the one to take charge,” Morgan said with a hint of smugness. “With a major battle imminent, if the husband needs to relax, then the wife should naturally take care of all the important matters. What do you say?”

"But you just scolded me," tide Jian muttered to herself.

"Was my tone still too harsh?" Morgan was taken aback, somewhat concerned.

“No, I mean next time, could we…” he whispered into Morgan’s ear.

Scáthach also came over, heard everything clearly, and nodded repeatedly: "My beloved student is getting worse and worse."

"Sigh..." Morgan couldn't help but sigh as well.

At this moment, Olga Marie ran over. She didn't know what they were talking about, but simply reminded them:

"Teacher Shiomi, all preparations for the voyage are complete. We need to hold one last pre-battle mobilization meeting. I think you are more suitable to mobilize everyone. So please come over, Teacher, Mrs. Morgan, and Master. Everyone, come to Storm Border."

"Let's go over there now." After exchanging glances with the two women, tide Jian walked over together.

Chaldea currently has only about twenty survivors, and even with the addition of forces from the British and Norse Lostbelts, the total number remains very limited.

The operational content itself can only prepare many contingency plans and assume various situations after entering the Lostbelt. Even if it is not comprehensive, it is already full of sufficient adaptability.

New Chaldea cannot expect Ophelia or Kadoc to reveal anything, as they are probably also completely unaware of the Greek Lostbelts.

The only thing to consider is whether Kirshtalia will gather the rest of the Hidden Ones in the Greek Lostbelt.

"Everyone! Nearly a year has passed since the attack on Chaldea headquarters in Antarctica and the impending crisis of Earth being wiped out!"

Then, Shiomi, who was standing next to Olga Marie, stepped forward and, as a front-line combatant, delivered a speech before departure.

"We have survived the crisis known as the burning of humanity, but in the face of the crisis known as the whitewashing of humanity, we have lost even more precious colleagues. Among you who have survived, there must be people closely related to them, perhaps friends or lovers. But even in your grief, you have not given up hope and have held fast to your duty as the last bastion of humanity!"

He quickly scanned the surviving Chaldea staff present with his gaze.

"Tomorrow, under the leadership of Director Olga Marie Asremit Animusfia, we at New Chaldea will head to the Lostbelt in the Atlantic Ocean to launch a strategic operation. Prior to this, New Chaldea has successfully severed three Lostbelts: Britain, Russia, and Northern Europe. This short-term operation will undoubtedly shake up the group known as the Hidden Ones!"

"I have a premonition that this will be an unprecedented battle. Neither Uruk nor the Temple of Time can compare to the scale of the battle we will face in the Lostbelt. That's why I'm telling you all here that this battle, which is a matter of life and death, is full of thorns. If you are afraid, don't be ashamed. That's the feeling that a human being should have when facing death!"

"Therefore, I hope that you will make the choice that follows your heart. Whether you stay in the Wandering Sea to help Miss Sion maintain the logistics here and wait for our triumphant return, or go to the Lostbelt with Storm Border to face a battle full of danger and death, it is your freedom!"

"No matter what, I will make this promise here: I will do everything in my power to lead New Chaldea to victory and do my best to protect everyone!"

Chapter Two: Before Setting Sail

There are no fancy words, only a statement of facts.

The surviving Chaldeans, while applauding, were also making their own choices in their hearts.

Whether they choose to stay or go to the Lostbelt together, no one will blame them.

Since both sides are correct, they only need to make the correct choice that they prefer.

"The pre-battle mobilization actually tells everyone that they can give up fighting. That's really unlike you."

Orange was somewhat concerned as she watched the group disperse and return to the facility.

“Everyone should have the right to choose how they live and die. And everyone knows that if we fail, this bleached planet will become the property of the ‘Alien God’.” Artoria shook her head. “At that time, only annihilation will await the remaining survivors.”

Shiomi nodded: "I remember back in the Uruk singularity, the leopard man... no, I should say Quetzal Koyatl said something similar. Since there are people who fight desperately for survival, there are naturally people who cannot risk their lives to fight. From the burning of humanity to the cleansing of humanity, the people of Chaldea have hardly enjoyed a few days of peace and have suffered the pain of losing their companions and homes."

"So that's why, instead of boosting morale, you prioritized telling them that whichever path they choose is perfectly acceptable and there's no need for self-blame...?" Orange couldn't help but chuckle, and said no more about it.

“And there are so many survivors brought from Northern Europe, who need to be taken care of,” Shiomi said. “It’s impossible to send everyone to the battlefield.”

In particular, the three Valkyrie sisters, who are responsible for taking care of these survivors, are an important fighting force and it is impossible for them to remain in New Chaldea in the Wandering Sea.

"Furthermore, the Russian Lostbelt was able to be cut off quickly, catching us off guard and giving us a decisive advantage," Shiomi said. "The Nordic Lostbelt, on the other hand, was able to end peacefully because Skadi accepted the outcome from the bottom of her heart. We cannot take these outcomes for granted."

"Hmph~" Skadi laughed happily and confidently.

After all, Shiomi has said it several times, and it's a fact that everyone agrees on: if Skadi really becomes a complete enemy of Chaldea, the end of the Norse Lostbelt will be extremely tragic.

"Stop laughing! It's been so long, has Ophelia told you anything?" Shiomi cupped Skadi's face in her hands, squeezing out a laugh as she asked.

“She didn’t say anything. That child is extremely loyal. Unless we use magic to manipulate her mind and make her reveal what she knows, otherwise…” Skadi’s voice was somewhat muffled.

“Let’s forget about it. If we use magic, it means we’re giving up on appeasement, and it also means we’re showing no mercy to the hidden magicians.” Scáthach shook her head, indicating her disapproval.

At this point, Artoria asked Morgan, "So, what do you know about the Hidden One we'll inevitably face in the next Lostbelt, that magician named Kilshtalia?"

Because Morgan and Shiomi had once lived in London and had contact with the Clock Tower, the most active organization in the Magic Association.

“I’ve said everything I can. Kirshtalia is a magician from the aristocratic faction, but he also wants to correct the ‘magical foundation’ of the declining world from the hands of the democrats and neutrals. He is a highly anticipated ‘rising star’.”

Because she needed to explain the situation, Shio's hand movements loosened, and she began to gently stroke the area.

Skadi enjoyed it so much that she didn't try to break free, but listened to him while she was enjoying it.

“I’ve heard about that young man. If he hadn’t joined Chaldea, the Clock Tower might have created its 13th subject,” Orange said. “He’s a force to be reckoned with.”

In the Clock Tower, where geniuses abound and elites are treated like dirt, Kirshtalia's ability to stand out speaks volumes about his excellence.

As Shiomi said, this young man who is trying to correct the foundation of the world of magic has the potential and the will to change the future of the magic world.

After all, even though Shiomi doesn't have inherited magic circuits, and even if she possesses a divine-level mystery, in the magic world, there's no need to expect anything that hasn't been made public.

Shiomi has no interest in the Mage Association, and the Mage Association only needs Shiomi's fighting strength.

That's it.

"And one more thing to mention is that before the Incineration of Humanity begins, as a combat instructor, during simulated battles with the other Masters in Group A, Kirshtaria will strive to perform at her best while minimizing the display of her magical abilities," Shiomi added. "Honestly, I've always been curious: if he were to unleash his true power, could I still win so easily? Or perhaps—"

"If it were my husband back then, without revealing his Noble Phantasm and relying solely on magic, there would be a certain probability of him losing," Morgan gave an objective and accurate assessment. "And the odds of winning would be fifty-fifty."

"I thought you would flatter me, saying it would be 40/60 or 30/70," tide Jian said with a smile.

“Life and death are at stake; blind praise will only bring bad consequences.” Morgan thought for a moment. “And I’m talking about my husband ‘at that time’.”

“And now?” Scáthach asked.

“If Kirshtalia’s strength remains unchanged, then the only chance of victory lies with Uf,” Morgan said. “Remember the magic that Olga Marie performed twice in Camelot and Uruk, relying on special circumstances?”

“If it were Kirshtalia, who designed that magic, the power would probably be incomparable.” Shiomi cautiously agreed. “In short, optimism is a good thing, but we can’t be too optimistic.”

At this moment, Orange glanced at the time: "There are still about 12 hours before we set sail. I wonder what kind of enemies are waiting for us on the other side of the Storm Wall."

“I don’t know then.” Shiomi gazed at Storm Border. “But what we need to do is certain—”

"Heh... I'm feeling this excited again, something I haven't done in a long time." Morgan thought for a moment, "The last time was the battle at the Temple of Time, wasn't it?"

"Oh? The battle against the beast god Kornunos didn't excite you at all?" Scáthach asked.

Artoria then shared her thoughts: "At that time, everyone was only thinking about waking up Tianxi. They were too busy seeing him awake to care about anything else. They had no energy left to enjoy the battle."

Her words made everyone laugh.

Even without experiencing that battle, Skadi and Orange could empathize with these feelings.

I was nervous, but not afraid.

Chapter Three: Quick Blade and Gunfire

"The imaginary number has completed its underwater journey, and the real number has returned to the process of implementation."

Captain Nemo, who is in charge of navigating Storm Border, is reporting on the voyage.

Upon returning to real space—the real world—everyone felt as if the outside air had frozen.

This has nothing to do with the fact that the warship returned to reality underwater, but rather it's a problem with the Lostbelt in the Atlantic Ocean itself.

In other words, once they surface from the seabed, they will be surrounded by powerful enemies.

Because the Greek Lostbelt, or more precisely, the Atlantis Lostbelt, was the most prosperous of the seven Lostbelts that descended upon the planet.

Even without entering the Lostbelt, a portion of the Imaginary Tree can be observed from outside the Storm Wall.

The prosperity of the Imaginary Tree is related to the prosperity of the Lostbelt itself.

Unlike the British Lostbelt, which withered after its magic was exhausted and the Lostbelt was transformed into a Lostworld, the Lostbelt of Atlantis undoubtedly best reflects the original intention of the Imaginary Tree taking root and being born.

"Alright, once we've confirmed there are no enemies, surface from the sea—"

Olga Marie, who was standing on the bridge directing operations, was about to give an order when the StormBorder alarm went off.

"Chief, the ascent must be terminated. We've detected enemy signals; they're closing in on our coordinates!" Nemo exclaimed in disbelief, "Damn it, what kind of observation skills are these..."

At this moment, Shiomi reassured him: "Don't panic. Being able to detect external beings entering the Lostbelt is a basic ability of the Lostbelt King."

This is true in both Britain and Northern Europe.

When Storm Border entered that Lostbelt, Morgan and Skadi both became aware of it.

The Russian Lostbelt was destroyed by Chaldea because Ivan the Terrible was in a slumbering state and had not yet demonstrated his power.

If even the King of the Lostbelt of Atlantis cannot detect their entry, Shiomi will be greatly disappointed.

“Furthermore, we have extensive experience with attacks,” Shiomi gave the operational instructions. “Surface immediately and open the hatch to the deck. Artoria, come with me to the deck—”

"Wait a minute, the screen is showing the situation at sea!" Nemo called out to Shiomi and the others.

As soon as Shiomi gave the instructions, the warship began to surface and start analyzing the surrounding situation.

Then, a shocking scene appeared on the screen.

A fleet of futuristic steel ships sailed toward their buoyancy point.

However, the sails of these ships are made of magic, and there are four sets of huge oars in groups of three on each wing, suggesting that these ships are not technological products that human civilization could achieve.

"Oh? Ships that exceed the level of civilization, and a large fleet at that." Morgan's serious expression revealed a hint of interest in his eyes.

"There are many enemy ships! And there's a single follower standing on the sea!"

Sailor Nemo immediately reported the current situation.

The Servant standing on the sea was none other than Katniss, who had fought them in the Norse Lostbelt but was nearly defeated.

"Hey! So you've finally arrived, you Chaldean bastards! I've been waiting for you for ages! The disgrace of the Norse, let me wash away your shame by turning you into scrap metal!"