"What exactly is that…"
In the empty and cold hall.
Lorelei, who had been fighting fiercely with Jack, touched her head and climbed up from the ground, looking slightly dazed.
Then, she realized she wasn't the only one in this state.
The members of the Chelon Canticle Brigade were also in the same condition.
They were all collapsed on the floor of the hospital lobby, and the strangeness didn't stop there.
Rather, the hospital was completely undamaged.
Lorelei clearly remembered that during their battle with Jack, the hospital lobby had been almost completely destroyed.
It was absolutely impossible for it to be as clean as if it had been disinfected.
However, this impossible fact was right in front of Lorelei. The hospital lobby she saw was clean and desolate.
Apart from the Chelon Canticle Brigade members lying on the ground,
she couldn't sense any other signs of life.
Soon, the Chelon Canticle Brigade members also woke up one after another, all looking blank and unaware of the situation.
Their last memories were of fighting Jack,
and the situation when the black mist attacked.
Could it be that the battle they had with Jack, and everything that happened in the hospital, was just a dream?
Lorelei quickly dismissed this guess.
The scene of the final battle with Jack was too vivid and full of realism. It couldn't possibly be fake.
As for the part where she could clearly remember the content of their conversations, Lorelei felt as if she had maintained a clear state of mind, only her consciousness had jumped to another time and space.
She couldn't figure out what was going on.
She had too little information.
Also, the disappearance of Jack the Ripper was a cause for concern for Lorelei.
Despite having many doubts,
Lorelei still led the Chelon Canticle Brigade to explore the outside world, starting from the hospital.
When the group came outside the hospital,
they were greeted by several small birds flying gracefully—right on the perfectly intact main road, without a trace of damage.
The church, whose roof should have been half-destroyed, was now completely restored. But it wasn't just "restored," there wasn't even a trace of it ever being damaged.
It was as if the process of destruction caused by the battle between Servants yesterday was just an illusion.
Lorelei led the Chelon Canticle Brigade to activate a bounded field.
Because of this, they were able to observe the outside world during the chaotic battle as the activators of the bounded field.
At the time, the battle between the Servants was so intense.
Lorelei and the others would never forget that scene, nor the traces they left on the battlefield.
But now, all of that had disappeared?
Even the magecraft of Britain couldn't make such a joke. It was truly outrageous.
"If… the battle before we lost consciousness wasn't fake… then where exactly are we?"
Lorelei asked the key question.
However, no one could give her an answer.
While searching outside the hospital, Lorelei and the others encountered someone and shared information about the current situation.
"Lord Richard, do you mean… this is a false world? Everything has been repaired… why?"
"Lorelei, you're wrong… it's not so much that it's been repaired, but rather it feels like it was never damaged in the first place."
Richard shrugged and said.
That's right, during the attack of the formless black mist, Richard did not choose to abandon others and leave.
His people and subjects were still fighting on the battlefield.
Everyone was taking the lead.
In that case, how could he, as the King of Britain, run away from a mere cursed wind?
That would be an insult to Great Britain.
Richard faced the battlefield with the lion's courage of never being afraid. He immediately chose to be swept into the black mist along with them.
It could only be said that he was foolish to the point of being naive.
But that was in line with Richard's character.
The road in front of them didn't have any signs of being repaired. The tire tracks and dirt on the ground looked like they had been left several days ago, remaining untouched until now.
Even so, some of the Chelon Canticle Brigade members still couldn't completely believe it and continued to ask, "Lord Richard, if this is really the false world you speak of… is magecraft capable of doing something like this…?"
"Actually, achieving this level is already close to the realm of magic. However, this kind of thing can be barely reproduced if you ignore the cost and pour in time, technology, and assets, so it's still in the realm of magecraft, not magic…"
Richard replied leisurely.
According to the reply given by the familiar summoned by fate, the explanation he could give to everyone was about responsibility.
Richard was never a magus in the first place.
He was able to put together these words
because among the people who had formed a bond with him during his lifetime, there happened to be a few talented magi.
"Ah, this situation can't help but remind me of the legendary magus Merlin! If this great magecraft was done by Merlin, then judging by the values of this era, I should be able to ask him for an autograph?!"
Richard's eyes sparkled.
He once again showed the appearance of a fanboy.
Lorelei couldn't help but smile.
Sometimes, when they looked at the Lionheart King with such a bright smile, they could understand why people would choose to follow him.
At the same time, everyone was often dumbfounded by Richard's optimism.
It could only be said that the chosen King of Britain was very different from ordinary people in terms of personality alone.
"If it's as you say, then our enemy is that great magus?"
"Yeah, it seems so!"
"Finding a way to break the situation can be considered progress.
However, if the opponent really has Merlin's level of skill, then defeating them won't be a matter of a moment.
If we don't defeat that magus, can we really not leave here…? There should be an easier and safer way to leave quietly, right?"
Lorelei had many considerations.
From the moment they were pulled into the enemy's home field, it could be said that they had basically lost more than half of the battle.
It was better to be cautious when doing things.
When asked if there were other ways to break the situation, Richard closed his eyes, crossed his arms, and fell into deep thought.
He was communicating with his familiar.
Just when everyone was racking their brains to think of other ways, a clear and elegant voice rang out.
It was the one who couldn't leave Richard and the others alone.
The strongest dragon that protected Britain.
"If you want to leave without defeating the magus who controls this world, there is another way…
Go to the weakest point in this world, and I will pierce the membrane between these two worlds—piercing the boundary with my spear."