"This ritual of yours is truly bizarre! What is this? A satellite? Using satellites to compose Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water, forming the Tree of Kabbalah? And then what? You plan to create a Fourfold World to connect to that place? The Throne? Are you researching Heroic Spirits?"
Dr. Roman was discussing a plan with Samuel.
With the wisdom of Solomon, Dr. Roman quickly grasped the concept.
Samuel had inscribed an immensely complex magical ritual onto a small artificial satellite—or rather, a specialized ritual implement.
He personally placed it at a spatial node, mimicking the Fourfold World of Kabbalah to create a microcosmic cycle. By partially understanding the Third Magic, he designated the Throne of Heroes as the "Archetype World," drawing the concepts of Heroic Spirits from it.
Then, through the grimoire Scientific Magic as the "Creation World," the summoned Heroic Spirit concepts could absorb the magical knowledge and concepts they needed, thereby gaining so-called "wisdom."
Next, he used "Imaginary Number Space" as the "Formation World," employing absolute void as a storage space for indeterminate concepts, allowing Samuel to observe the subtle and uncertain states within their essence.
Finally, the power of the stars served as the "Material World." In truth, this was already the Material World, and the so-called power of the stars was merely a battery to sustain their physical shells.
Samuel aimed to use this method to continuously draw upon the crystallization of human thoughts—the heroes inscribed upon history and the Human Order.
He sought to observe the forms of these concepts and study them.
The key to this structure lay in the second layer, the "Creation World" formed by Scientific Magic.
These concepts would gain wisdom here, meaning they shared a connection with Scientific Magic, allowing Samuel to access their wisdom.
Heroic Spirits, existing within the Human Order, were akin to Demons or Divinities in their status within occultism.
Since Samuel had resolved to pursue both his own "mystery" and research into the Human Order, Heroic Spirits were an unavoidable hurdle.
Thus, Samuel harnessed the power of the stars, using Dr. Roman as a sacrificial... no, an administrator, to complete this grand ritual.
This was a massive ritual spanning the entire solar system—or rather, this world—a machine capable of researching through the stars and human thoughts.
The power of the stars infused Dr. Roman's body, and the ritual's soul-materialization forces affected his very being.
In other words... Dr. Roman had become human again.
"Hm? Roman, did you just use some energy?"
"Yeah, I took down two beasts!"
"...Never mind, we're almost done. Gather the remaining Servants, and I'll help them... fulfill their wishes!"
...
It was a familiar place, the sea of stars.
Saber surveyed the seats around her. Though they had perished, they still had the right to the seats Samuel had reserved for them.
Her gaze swept over the former occupants... Karna, Assassin, Lancelot... all gone.
So...
"Why the hell are you here? Didn't you die?"
Saber's face twitched as she stared at the muscular, grinning giant across from her.
"Yo, King of Knights!"
Iskandar had been revived by Samuel not long ago.
He flashed a hearty smile, casually waving his arm.
"..."
"Everyone! I'll ask one more time: are your wishes the same as before? If so... I will help you fulfill them."
"Really?"
Saber's eyes widened, asking in disbelief.
Though she had entrusted her wish to the so-called omnipotent wish-granting device, the Holy Grail, Saber had little confidence in it. After all, if there was any certainty, she wouldn't have pinned her hopes on something as intangible as "hope."
"Of course! Saber... no, Miss Artoria, I can send you back to Britain, to your knights, to relive everything once more. I hope you succeed!"
"Thank you! I..."
Artoria clenched her fists, her eyes resolute.
"Mr. Iskandar, I've already granted you a physical body, but... don't cause me any trouble!"
Samuel looked at Iskandar with some exasperation.
"Hahaha... don't worry!"
Yeah... completely unconvincing.
"The previous occupants of these seats are now down to two—or rather, just you, Miss Artoria. You are the victor of this war, so... good luck!"
The stars shimmered, and Artoria's body disintegrated into spiritrons, swept away by an energy storm.
Samuel would honor his promise. Artoria would return to Britain, meeting those knights once more.
She and the knights who followed her would be him...
But the citizens, strictly speaking, would no longer be the same.
The moment Artoria met Samuel, she could no longer return to her so-called "past."
And without meeting Samuel, she wouldn't have been able to achieve it in the first place.
Traversing time and space, navigating coordinates—this was a privilege unique to Samuel, who could pinpoint a specific moment in time.
Yet Samuel couldn't return to his own past, and those who met him couldn't return to theirs either.
What Samuel did was weave a parallel world within the Human Order, where Artoria and her knights existed as part of the "Ideal Camelot."
They were themselves, retaining their consciousness.
But the people were no longer the same people—or rather, not those people.
The "Ideal Camelot" should exist only in ideals!
Samuel's figure vanished from the seat. He left this world, returning to a former coordinate.
Meanwhile... operations here continued as normal.
But when Samuel returned, it would still be this exact moment.
It wasn't time stopping—Samuel had precisely marked a coordinate in the river of time!
He needed to return immediately, as the benefits there were greater in the short term!
Before long (about a year), the culmination of the old world's mystical wisdom would arrive in Academy City. Samuel had to act quickly to make that Director realize... the times had changed!
And... the events to come were far more thrilling than here. Samuel had no need to linger, as time... would not falter!
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