CK Simulation, Creating the Style of Tsukino Fumi

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In the context of cultivation, this is called testing one's inner demons; if one cannot overcome it, one will die a violent death.

The relationship between Europa II and Mordred is also like this. For Europa II, the current Mordred is no longer a being similar to himself from the pan-human history. This Servant, who is obviously weaker than himself, is more like a reappearance of his past self.

She could no longer deal with Mordred in the same way she dealt with others. Every time Mordred's royal sword wounded Europa II, it stripped Europa II of a portion of the imperial legal authority she held, causing Europa II's immortality to weaken.

This weakening effect was more devastating than the effects of Quinn's True World Liberation on her, but after a dozen or so encounters, Europa II began to lose her senses.

As her legal authority diminished, Europa II's anchor to the British Empire weakened, and some emotions she had long abandoned gradually awakened within the Holy Lance, returning to the Emperor through magical connections.

Those past memories and emotions weakened Europa II; her sword swings became hesitant, and her killing intent was no longer resolute.

This hesitation became her greatest weakness, to the point that Mordred could now fight Europa II to a standstill. With the assistance of Artoria and others, Europa II's battle was like that of a trapped beast, barely able to hold on by relying on her immortality. In the end, Europa II's greatest reliance was completely dissipated.

The trauma from the real world left on her finally outpaced the recovery speed of her immortality. Coupled with the continuous new injuries, Europa II's physical functions finally collapsed, and like Quinn, her body was covered in cracks. At this moment, Mordred and the others finally gained the upper hand.

After gaining the upper hand, Mordred, who posed the greatest threat to Europa II, did not continue fighting him. Like Quinn, she quickly withdrew from the battlefield, setting her sights on the holy lance that was resonating with the King's Sword. (The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a separate comment: "Are you chanting in the air, Linlin? Are you there...?")

Mordred looked at Quinn, who was still holding the Holy Lance in the same posture as if he had lost consciousness. After thinking for a moment, he made the same choice as Quinn.

The moment Mordred's hand touched the Holy Lance, she heard a voice.

'Destroy the Holy Lance, end it all.'

That was the voice of Europa II in his youth, the call of Europa II's uncorrupted consciousness still remaining in the Holy Lance. So, Mordred did not hesitate and swung the Royal Sword as if it were a hammer at the Holy Lance.

The Holy Lance is being destroyed.

Within the Holy Lance's consciousness space, Quinn, who was using the True World to stir up the Sixth Beast's body and suppressing this immature beast larva, was drawn to the pop-up window in front of him. He then smiled and said, "Well done, Mordred."

[Your battle with the larva of the Sixth Beast has reached its final stage. This unformed beast is no match for you, who possess the true world. Yet, you cannot truly kill this cancer that has been born alongside humanity. All you can do is engage in an endless battle until Mordred can destroy the Holy Lance from the outside.]

Fortunately, your Servant did not disappoint you.

With the Holy Lance damaged, the beast that had attempted to corrupt Europa II's last pure soul finally lost its foothold. The Sixth Beast's head began to disintegrate one by one, turning into thick black mud and ultimately disappearing into this space.

[You witnessed all of this, knowing that the Sixth Beast was not dead. This beast had simply lost its connection with Britain and its means of manifestation, thus returning to the shadows of humanity. But now, it doesn't matter anymore. Your goal has been achieved. You took the blame for the Sixth Beast's corruption in place of your daughter, creating the opportunity for Mordred to destroy the Holy Lance and preserving Europa II's last pure soul.]

Now you can finally rest easy. You have achieved your goals and have no regrets.

You have voluntarily withdrawn from the Holy Lance's consciousness space.

When you opened your eyes again, intense pain swept through your entire body. During this time, your body had been forcibly connected to the spiritual veins of the entire empire. The enormous energy exceeded your capacity to withstand it in a short period of time. If you had not possessed the "Hercules" trait, you would already be dead by now. But now, you are still alive, only your body is broken.

"Well done."

Looking at Mordred standing in front of him, Quinn offered praise without hesitation, but that was all.

The moment his words fell and a smile appeared on Mordred's face, Quinn's vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground in front of Mordred. As he lost consciousness, he saw Morgan, Artoria, and... Europa II, who looked almost exactly like him and was covered in cracks, rushing towards him. This time, however, he no longer saw that look of resentment; instead, he saw only regret and panic.

Now, he was truly at ease.

Even though Europa II's body is different from her own and she will certainly die because of the power of the true world, her mind has clearly been freed from the beast's interference and has returned to normal.

As long as the soul and will are preserved, Morgan will surely be able to solve the physical problems.

With that thought, Quinn peacefully closed his eyes.

……

While waiting for his consciousness to return, Quinn was still in complete darkness. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt unusually heavy, a feeling that reminded him of when he entered the underworld in ancient Greece.

Am I going to suddenly die?

Just as Quinn was thinking, he suddenly felt his arm being touched, and it seemed as if some sharp object was squeezing his arm.

Who is it?! How dare they harm me?!

This strange feeling made Quinn sit up abruptly, forcibly suppressing the intense fatigue throughout his body. At the same time, he opened his eyes and saw the villain who dared to take advantage of his discomfort to lay hands on him. However, upon opening his eyes, he did not see any assassin.

"Animusfia?"

"Ah, you're awake."

At that moment, Monarch Man of the Department of Astrophysics was holding a syringe in his hand, looking extremely embarrassed.

This is even worse than an assassin!

Chapter 255 You've Been Involved

Quinn's mind was still a little hazy, but seeing the Celestial Sovereign before him and looking around at the strongly sci-fi-themed interior, he knew he was back in Chaldea. This was somewhat of a good thing; the fact that he was still alive meant the problem in Britain had been solved. Otherwise, he'd be in the underworld right now, fighting for resurrection. Where's Linlin? Have you got some free time? Is Linlin here yet...?

Now, the only question is, what exactly is this old guy trying to do with that syringe in his hand?

Quinn stared at the bent needle on the syringe, and then looked at the environment that looked like a hospital room, but with no one else besides the old man and himself. Quinn couldn't help but start to suspect that the other party wanted to extract his DNA to do something bad. After all, the monarchs of these clock towers had similar past records.

"What do you want to do?"

Quinn ripped off the white sheet covering him and climbed off the bed. As soon as his feet touched the ground again, the fatigue he had felt began to dissipate quickly. Although Quinn could still feel intense discomfort in his body, as long as he could move normally, he could suppress Animusfia, especially at this close range.

Animusfia understood this as well, and quickly raised her hands and took a few steps back.

"It's just a blood sample. The medical department needs your blood data to analyze your current condition. Although everyone in Chaldea is one of our own, you know your situation. The fewer people who know your physical data, the better, right?"

"You never thought about using my DNA to create bots or something like that, did you?"

“I’ve thought about it, but I don’t dare.” Animusphia didn’t hide her thoughts. “Your people are still in Chaldea. What will happen to Chaldea if I do something like this? This is my life’s work. Besides, do you think I have the means to lay a hand on you without your consent?”

The curved syringe needle in his hand made Animusfiah's words particularly convincing. Quinn looked at his own body and, finding no other discomfort besides some fatigue, decided not to dwell on the matter any longer. He focused his attention on the second half of the monarch's sentence.

"Who brought me back?"

"Of course, she's your student. She came back with those important figures you met in Britain. Thanks to them, Chaldea has been quite turbulent lately. The Clock Tower, the Atlas Institute, the Wandering Sea, and even the Church of England all sent people over, wanting to get a share of Chaldea. Fortunately, I still have some connections, so I managed to get by. Now that you're awake, I'm finally relieved."

With that, Animusfia tossed the syringe into the trash can and patted Quinn on the shoulder. "However, your days ahead are probably numbered."

Hearing these words that would make most magicians' hearts stop, Quinn breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't worried about the purpose of the magic organization that Animusphia had mentioned, which seemed like a dish name to him, in order to cause trouble for Chaldea.

Whether these guys heard about Chaldea's activities and thought the project had great potential and wanted to get involved, or they came for him and wanted to gain some benefits from the Europa family, Quinn didn't care. With his own strength, he was already among the strongest in the modern Type-Moon world, and now that Morgan and the others had also arrived, he was even less afraid.

As long as they are still of sound mind, no one would want to harbor any ill intentions towards the current Europa family; otherwise, they would know what the British underworld is all about.

However, Quinn still had some doubts.

Why was you here when I woke up?

When he woke up, he didn't see anyone else except Animusfia, which was obviously not right. It was understandable that Shiro Emiya was there, but Morgan and Artoria were not the kind of people who would leave him alone in the hospital room.

“This…” Animusfia hesitated.

Quinn had a bad feeling about the Celestial Sovereign's reaction. "Just tell me what's going on."

"I have good news and bad news."

Animusfia uttered a classic line, but upon hearing it, Quinn's eyelids began to twitch uncontrollably. He knew that only the bad news was truly important, so he simply said, "Just tell me the bad news."

“Since this was our first experiment, the time travel function in the lab wasn’t perfect. We didn’t take into account the difference in time flow between different worlds. Therefore, however long you stayed in Britain, that’s how much time passed for us. Although I’ve been reporting your safety in Britain to Kenneth, your prolonged disappearance has severely impacted the El-Melloi family’s situation during this period,” Animusfia said, her gaze towards Quinn filled with pity. “Once your student brought you back, I immediately informed the El-Melloi that you had returned safely.”

"Then?"

"Then, the El-Melloi family sent a letter urging you to marry Reines as soon as possible to strengthen the ties between the Europa and El-Melloi families. This was unexpected, so I couldn't keep the news quiet. Many people in the institute were discussing it. You can probably guess what happened next."

Quinn fell silent.

Indeed, he could already foresee what would happen next.

Although he had told Morgan about his situation in the real world, not long after escaping from Britain, he was already hearing that his husband's other fiancée's family was coming to his door to urge him to get married. Anyone would be in a terrible mood in this situation. Quinn had already foreseen what was about to happen to him, and he was afraid that he would not be able to sleep well for a month.

Thankfully, I heard the bad news first; now I can hear some good news to cheer myself up.

"What's the good news?"

"The good news is that Shiro Emiya faithfully carried out the plan you left for your students. The Knights of the Round Table, the Queen of Ireland, the legendary witch, and King Arthur were all brought back by her, along with those legendary treasures recorded in history. In a sense, the Europa family is now the wealthiest magic family in the entire magic world. If you successfully marry into the El-Melloi family, you will most likely become the new leader of the noble faction within the Clock Tower."

Is this good news?

It's certainly good news, at least for normal magicians it's fantastic news, but...

Quinn wasn't a normal magician. He no longer cared about trivial matters like whether he could become the leader of a faction in the Magic Association. He only gleaned one thing from this so-called good news.

"So you mean everyone knows about me and El-Melloi?"

Chapter 256 Everything's ready for you, hurry up and get to the marriage certificate office.

London, England

The Clock Tower was bustling with activity. Generations of magic families had gathered in this ancient building, eager to hear the veracity of the earth-shattering news from the leaders of the Mage's Association. However, the Clock Tower Council was no longer concerned with these magic families. The twelve monarchs of the Clock Tower were currently gathered in the Judgment Room, listening to the latest report from Chaldea.

As a subordinate organization of the Mage's Association, it was not a big deal for Chaldea's envoys to report to the Clock Tower, nor was it something that monarchs would treat so seriously. However, it was a different story if the reporter's surname was Europa.

"In short, that's the gist of it. The fairies and knights from this independent world have now joined my family and are considered members of the Mage's Association."

In front of all the monarchs, Quinn nonchalantly brushed off the incident, but his perfunctory attitude was seen through by these seasoned veterans at a glance. However, at this point, no one would pursue the matter any further.

The Knights of the Round Table, King Arthur, Morgana the Enchantress, and even the fairies of Avalon—these beings, whose names would be prominent even in the ancient age of gods, have now arrived in the mysteriously decaying modern world in their physical forms, rather than as familiars like Servants. Their suppression of magicians is far from insignificant. And all of these people have now joined the Europa family… It can only be said that, by now, the positions of the two sides have long been reversed.

Now, it is the Clock Tower that needs the Europa home, not the other way around.

These ancient mysteries from other worlds are of the highest value to magicians, both in terms of research value and ability. As long as these ancient mysteries are willing to stay in the Clock Tower, magicians will be able to profit from them sooner or later.

With this in mind, the monarchical council tacitly approved of Quinn's perfunctory attitude, merely going through the motions before ceasing further investigation into Chaldea's affairs. Instead, they began investing heavily in funds and technology to support this nascent organization, hoping that such events would occur more frequently so that they would have more material to help these magicians acquire the mystical power of the Age of Gods.

Quinn could roughly guess what these monarchs were thinking, and he didn't care.

In any case, under normal circumstances, the Heroic Spirits that Chaldea can summon and come into contact with are basically in the form of Servants. The reason why these people are in physical form is simply because they are not dead and are genuine living people.

Having dealt with the matters concerning the Clock Tower, Quinn's initially cheerful mood instantly turned somber. As he walked out of the Judgment Room alone, he saw his teacher, Kenneth, who had been waiting outside for a long time.

"Ugh."

A man who wouldn't utter a sigh even before the twelve monarchs or the beasts let out a lament from the depths of his soul. Quinn ignored the threats and temptations from the Clock Tower, but Kenneth's blocking the door left him physically and mentally exhausted. The reason was simple...

"Has everything been taken care of regarding the clock tower?"

Quinn nodded.

"Nothing else to do, right?" Kenneth asked casually, as if he were having a casual conversation after a meal.

Quinn racked his brains trying to find an important task that still required his attention, but after careful consideration, he realized that he really had nothing to do right now, so he could only nod reluctantly.

“Now that everything is done, when are you going to bring Reines to your house? Europa Mansion isn’t small, there should be an empty room. Even if there isn’t, it doesn’t matter, you’re already engaged, she can live with you directly…” Kenneth kept rambling on, even though he was half paralyzed in a wheelchair, it didn’t stop him from trying to grab Quinn.

Yes.

More than scheming against the magicians, Quinn was afraid of facing his mother's... El-Melloi family's pressure to get married. Clearly, the El-Melloi family was genuinely afraid that Quinn would abandon them and leave them to their fate. Even at the risk of offending the British royal family, they still relentlessly pursued Quinn, trying to make him fulfill his previous promises.