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“I’m afraid they don’t see anything wrong with this,” Morgan said thoughtfully. “Under the rule of gods, humans would not develop the necessary critical thinking skills and would take abnormal situations at sea for granted.”

Shiomi nodded: "After all, gods are not something that exists in legends and beliefs, but they really exist, and even... they are watching over the entire Atlantis from above."

Since they needed to investigate the local environment and gather information useful for exploring Atlantis, Shiomi and her companions headed towards the tavern, intending to make contact with the "porters" the residents had mentioned.

“Isn’t it okay if we don’t have to rush?” Morgan stopped and picked up some goods from a roadside stall to examine them. “These are genuine ancient Greek items. Even if you buy them as local specialties, you won’t lose out.”

tide Jian crossed her arms: "What you said makes some sense, but we don't have the local currency, do we?"

“Don’t worry about currency, I have some gold on hand.” Morgan took out a few gold coins from under his cloak, souvenirs he had brought from the Fairy Kingdom. “We are travelers from afar, will these be of any use to us?”

"What is this?" the female stall owner asked.

"Ok?"

"If you need anything, please exchange it for materials, clothing, or game," the female stall owner explained calmly. "These thin pieces won't do."

"Hmm...we'll come back later."

Morgan put away the gold coins.

Gold, as a hard currency, should have circulated freely, but it was treated like worthless flakes...

Turning around, Shiomi was laughing so hard her shoulders were shaking, and Olga Marie looked like she wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

Then Shiomi was held captive by Morgan all the way until she arrived at the tavern, which marked the end of her "torture".

A richly dressed male follower drinking in the tavern seemed to have received word of the arrival of outsiders, and upon seeing them, he raised his wine cup as a gesture of greeting.

"Welcome to Hestia."

Chapter Fourteen: The Information Provided by the "Porter"

The male Servant who raised his glass was named Bartholomew Roberts, one of the Servants dispatched through the Pan-Human History Counter Force.

They now reside on the island called Hestia, living among the villagers as "porters," and await the day they can reach Chaldea in this Lostbelt.

After hearing the other person's self-introduction, Shiomi picked up a wooden wine glass filled with fragrant wine.

"I see. So, it's acceptable to consider you an ally?" Shiomi put down her wine glass, rested her arm on the table, and looked at Bartholomew.

“Of course.” Bartholomew’s attitude was very cheerful, making him seem less like a low-ranking nobleman who had gone on a voyage than someone from an island. “However, Chaldea is a little different from what I expected. Are there only three of you? Or did all your companions perish in the war that took place in the eastern sea, leaving only the three of you as survivors?”

“The entire Olympian fleet, along with their commander Odysseus, was wiped out.” Shiomi shook her head. “However, the few Servants who were sent as reinforcements likely withdrew from the battle zone before the satellite orbit attack landed. Our ship is now anchored on the other side of Hestia Island.”

"So, you're the reconnaissance personnel?" Bartholomew's gaze swept over the three men.

His survival instincts, honed from his time as a pirate, told him it was best not to say anything inappropriate to the two ladies.

"I am Olga Marie Animusfiah, the director of Chaldea. I can represent Chaldea as a whole to discuss matters of exchange and cooperation with any friendly Servants or factions," Olga Marie then spoke up. "Could you please tell me about the situation in this Lostbelt, Mr. Bartholomew?"

"As for the situation, you, who were able to annihilate Odysseus's fleet, should have already realized something. Unlike the pan-human history, the twelve Olympian gods in this Lostbelt have not parted ways with humanity, and the Age of Gods continues, but the specific reasons are still unclear. Unless we can find information about the ancient legacy."

Bartholomew stared at Shiomi with quiet eyes. He had no doubt that the reason Chaldea's power was able to turn against them and destroy Odysseus's fleet was because of this man.

"So, you don't understand where the divergence lies between Lostbelts and Pan-Human History?" Shiomi expressed his understanding. Although he had been thinking and organizing his thoughts repeatedly on his way here, he was gradually getting a clearer picture.

“However, I can tell you that the Olympian gods do not live in Atlantis. Instead, they live in the ‘Void Cave’ in the center of this Atlantean Sea. Your true destination is the interstellar city mountain range of Olympus, which lies in front of the Imaginary Tree.”

Bartholomew pulled out a parchment map from behind him, which depicted the sea chart of Atlantis.

“It’s almost identical to the mythology. The Greek gods didn’t live with mortals, but instead lived in their own cities with their retinues,” Morgan murmured.

Shiomi squinted at the sea chart in front of her: "If the 'Void Cavern' in the central region of the ocean is our destination, you would probably say that we can just start from here and head directly there—"

“To be honest, it wouldn’t be surprising if you just charged straight in. The problem is that the entrance to Olympus isn’t at this end, and the closer you get to the ‘Cave of the Void,’ the bigger the waves become. You don’t want to spend too much time sailing in such harsh conditions, do you?” Bartholomew shrugged. “But the good news is that you’ve already overcome one of the three obstacles to Olympus.”

"Three major hurdles?" Olga Marie asked hastily.

"The first obstacle is Odysseus's fleet, which has now been completely destroyed. Even in the Lostbelt, it will take time to track you down and rebuild sufficient forces," Bartholomew said with a smile.

After all, if the original fleet of that size was completely wiped out, the next one would have to be at least two or three times larger, or even ten times larger.

Even if the twelve Olympian gods ruled this Lostbelt, it would be impossible for them to complete such preparations overnight.

“The second barrier is the gatekeeper of the ‘Cave of the Void,’ Poseidon, the god of the sea,” Bartholomew said. “As for the third barrier, you have all seen it; it is the divine arrow of punishment that fell from the sky, Artemis.”

The three of them couldn't help but exchange glances.

“It really is Artemis…” Olga Marie said sadly, “That goddess has turned into a killing machine… no, a machine god.”

In the Third Singularity Oceanus, Artemis, as the true source of Orion's power as a Servant, provided Olga Marie and the others with tremendous assistance.

Even knowing she might be at odds with Artemis, she still hadn't expected it to be such a direct enemy.

"So Orion is acting alone because of Artemis?"

As Shiomi spoke, she and Morgan raised their glasses to drink almost simultaneously.

“We can assume that’s a fair assessment,” Bartholomew said, looking somewhat hesitant and seemingly unwilling to comment.

"So if we intend to shoot down Artemis, is Orion our enemy or our friend?" Shiomi asked Bartholomew bluntly.

Bartholomew fell silent for a long while before speaking: "...It seems I've won the grand prize by being left behind to support Chaldea. Could it be that you have the power to shoot down that machine god floating in satellite orbit?"

“To be precise, it’s me,” Shio said slowly, “but some preparations are needed.”

Killing a god is not difficult in itself; the problem lies in the fact that the god to be killed is at a height that ordinary power cannot reach.

It's not a simple task that can be accomplished by simply raising your arm and opening your mouth.

“Oh…” Bartholomew gasped softly, a smile spreading across his face as cold sweat beaded on his cheeks.

The pirate, who had experienced countless life-or-death battles in his life, realized that he had landed an extraordinary job and an extraordinary partner.

“But don’t worry, I won’t push any trouble onto you,” Shio said. “More importantly, there’s something else you mentioned that I’m concerned about.”

Olga Marie turned to look at Shiomi's profile: "Mr. Bartholomew said he was 'left behind'."

"It seems that the speculation made during the previous investigation of the island's spiritual veins was correct. Many followers of Pan-Human History, including Bartholomew Roberts, have been here."

As he said this, Morgan gazed at the central area of ​​the chart on the table, where a vortex pattern symbolized the "Cave of the Void".

Chapter Fifteen: The Legacy of God

After contacting Bartholomew Roberts, the Servant dispatched here by Pan-Human History, Shiomi roughly determined that there was nothing to worry about on Hestia Island, and then sent the coordinates to the Storm Border on the coast.

After receiving Shiomi's briefing and coordinates, Storm Border began moving along the island, heading towards the location of the village on Hestia Island.

Bartholomew was called by the villagers to help with the work.

He was able to stay in the village and wait for Chaldea on the condition that he work for the village as a "porter".

Because he had already informed the villagers, Chaldea could temporarily dock and stay. As for what would happen next, that would depend on the outcome of negotiations with the villagers.

Fortunately, tide Jian and the others did not intend to stay for long.

"However, if the timeline of this Lostbelt is also equivalent to the year 2017..."

After Bartholomew left, Morgan and Olga Marie left the tavern and headed towards the coast along the village road, discussing the situation on the island.

“If the rule of the gods is maintained, human history will not move forward. Even if there is some prosperity, it will not be a prosperity that belongs to mankind,” Morgan said calmly. “The outward appearance of peace and abundance, while maintaining an ancient style, is just that.”

"Now that you mention it..." Olga Marie understood.

She had seen a similar situation in the Fairy Kingdom. Although there were no longer any gods there, the fake island maintained an environment equivalent to that of the Age of Gods.

Although she didn't get to see the investigation at the time, Olga Marie later learned about British history and felt a mix of regret and relief.

While thinking about these things, she discovered another problem:

"Wait a minute... Ms. Morgan, didn't the teacher come out with us?"

“My husband went somewhere else after leaving the tavern.” Morgan closed his eyes slightly. “Judging from the movement path of my husband’s magical reaction, we will see him when we reach the other side of the village.”

Olga Marie was somewhat amused and exasperated: "Regardless of why the teacher wanted to act alone, would Ms. Morgan and the teacher also suddenly get separated like this when they were on a pilgrimage in the Fairy Kingdom, and then have to use magical perception to determine each other's location?"

"No, not at all."

Morgan was taken aback when asked about the pilgrimage years, a topic rarely inquired about even by Scáthach and the others. Then she gave a relaxed and nostalgic smile.

"At that time, my husband was always by my side. Neither of us would go out of the other's sight."

"Never leaving her side..." Olga Marie found it hard to imagine.

“After all, Britain’s situation is a bit special.” Morgan smiled.

Looking back on the past, all that remains is a faint warmth; the pain and hardship seem insignificant because of his existence.

"Then why are you able to run away so quietly now?" Olga Marie asked again.

“Of course I understand that I’m not so fragile that I need him to be by my side every step of the way,” Morgan said calmly. “This village isn’t big, so we’re not even separated… and my husband is actually sensing our magical reactions.”

She didn't mention the damage compensation technique, but even so, the situation was enough to leave Olga Marie feeling bewildered.

Unreserved trust and knowledge, and the love that unites them all.

The content was so mixed up that it was impossible to simply distinguish what it was in words.

“It’s really complicated,” Olga Marie said softly.

“It only looks complicated, but once you experience it firsthand—” Morgan patted his chest, “it feels perfectly natural and not surprising at all.”

“Is that so…” Olga Marie’s eyes revealed a hint of longing.

Chatting like this, the two arrived at the place where they first entered the village. There they saw a tent with various light-colored textiles hanging at the entrance.

They come in light purple, light blue, and pink.

In terms of staining quality, it is in no way inferior to modern technology used in pan-human history.

Morgan said things like "Habetroth would definitely be interested" and went inside with Olga Marie.

The villagers, who already knew that "porters" had come to the village, were not too surprised.

"A loom? What's the material?" Morgan casually stroked a piece of fabric and noticed its subtle and peculiar texture.

“It’s a mixture of birch bark and Teos Klironomiá,” explained the village woman in the weaving hut.

“Teos…?” Olga Marie found the name a bit awkward to pronounce.

Morgan, however, had a knowing look on his face: "It's ancient Greek. Teos means 'god,' and Klironomiá means 'legacy'... Put together, it means something like 'the legacy of God.'"

Her voice was very soft, only Olga Marie could hear it.

"Huh? You even understand Ancient Greek?" She was surprised and impressed.

“I know a little bit about it, and I like to read when I have free time, including books on languages.” Morgan smiled naturally, as if it were nothing to mention. “My studies in Fuyuki and London are filled with all sorts of books.”

"So, these fabrics are made by mixing birch bark fibers with that Cllonomia?" Olga Marie frowned. "No wonder the texture is so unique."

Her voice was a little louder than Morgan's, and the female villager heard it.

"Yes, it can adjust the temperature and has blade-resistant treatment, so it won't be a problem even if attacked by monsters," the woman in the textile shop added.

The other person's tone was very casual, as if they were talking about everyday clothes with anyone else.

But Olga Marie was shocked once again.

It automatically adjusts its temperature, can withstand blades, and remains undamaged even when attacked by monsters.

It's no exaggeration to say that this fabric is the very material many magicians dream of for their magical costumes.

“No wonder it looks soft, yet doesn’t seem fragile at all.” Morgan looked interested. “Once Storm Border arrives here, should we purchase some to make clothes for everyone in Chaldea?”

Olga Marie thought for a moment: "Won't such a durable material make things difficult for Miss Habertlot?"

“If she finds unfamiliar fabrics more interesting, then even if we wanted to stop her, we probably couldn’t,” Morgan couldn’t help but laugh.

“But even things like gold can’t be used for trade here,” Olga Marie said, her shoulders drooping. “Perhaps we can only exchange food or labor.”

"Let's talk when everyone arrives. My husband has come around the village from another direction."

Morgan then put down the fabric in his hand and turned to walk out of the textile shop.

Chapter Sixteen Strategy

About a hundred meters from the textile house, on a hill overlooking the sea, Shiomi was releasing a bird that was entirely emerald green.

Morgan recognized it at a glance; it was his familiar, Raven.

During her investigation of the Kumano Onsen Singularity, Shiomi revamped the familiar construction formula so that it would be useful during investigations in this Lostbelt activity.

"How many ravens have you released?" Morgan asked from behind.

“There are twelve so far.” Shiomi put her hand down. “This village isn’t very big, so apart from the three ravens I left in the village, I’ve moved the rest to other locations on Hestia Island as much as possible.”

"To prevent new pursuers from finding this place?" Olga Marie asked.