If I could use magic, I wouldn't be so easily interfered with and destroyed. After all, by remotely controlling, I can't repair a damaged electronic instrument. It's not just a system crash. If I could use magic, I could have determined where their target had gone through the residual magical information.
In that case, my next research direction is set. I have to find a way to research artificial Magic Circuits and a portable secondary mana source. In this way, I can complete the achievement of an artificial magus. Perhaps this will be a long process, but as long as it is completed, it can definitely subvert the world of magi!
Maybe I can also become a person who pioneers a new era. In that case, can I make my sister's photos and profile be forever imprinted on the internet, and even in human history? This way, can everyone see my cute, invincible, and world's-prettiest sister?
Saikō—!!
A sister this amazing should be shown off! If I can make my sister famous throughout the entire universe, that would be for the best. My sister should be the focus of the universe!!
Ahem, recalling their mission, which was a slight failure, Shinji quickly cooled down his mood. He then gently shook his head, took out his phone, and prepared to call Antarctica to report their situation.
Matou Sakura frowned slightly. She also realized that her current equipment had some small problems that needed to be improved. For example, at this time, if her equipment had a device or a magical instrument that could sense the residue of magical energy and its flow, then they would have been able to catch up at the first opportunity.
More or less, she had been influenced by Aslan. In the world of magic, Matou Sakura also mainly researched forging techniques, and then combined them with the characteristics of her own magical energy to achieve the use of form-fitting equipment in various states. Some ordinary magic, on the contrary, had been completely put down. Plus, the elders like Aslan understood Sakura's past and did not intend to force her to do anything. Therefore, some ordinary magic, if this little girl didn't want to learn, no one would make her learn.
At this moment, this little girl also felt a bit of guilt. After all, if she had been in contact with other magic on a daily basis, she should have also been able to track them. However, if Aslan knew what these two little brats were thinking, he would surely gently shake his head. His own series of equipment and abilities were also slowly perfected over a long period of time. For these two underage brats to have reached this stage was already very strong. Whether they were geniuses or ordinary people, they also needed time to slowly perfect themselves.
Aslan was, more or less, mentally prepared for the fact that a part of the catalyst had been secretly intercepted. If matters related to the Holy Grail War were so easy to solve, then that would be underestimating a major Type-Moon event. The Holy Grail War was a famously important event. No matter what, it was also related to the Third Magic.
It was just, who was it this time that wanted to intervene in the Holy Grail War?
Temporarily putting aside the confusion in his heart, Aslan was considering whether he would be chosen by the Holy Grail this time, and whether the people around him would be chosen.
Waver really wanted to participate in this Holy Grail War. But after experiencing the incident of the King of Conquerors' catalyst being stolen, he thought about it and chose to give up. Now, he was more concerned with protecting the safety of that corner of the cloak. By the way, because this catalyst entrusted to him had been damaged, this pitiful acting head of the El-Melloi family was in debt again.
In debt to whom? Of course, to Kenneth. After all, this piece of catalyst still belonged to Kenneth in name, especially since Kenneth was, in fact, still alive.
Whether it was the original world line or the current one, the pitiful Waver was still a humble working man.
During this time, Marisbury, who had been out searching for a catalyst, returned to Antarctica with a dejected expression. It wasn't that he hadn't found a catalyst, but that he hadn't found the one he had originally wanted. He had no choice but to settle for the current catalyst. At the same time, he also made up his mind to bring the Heroic Spirit back to Antarctica after, to continue to let the Heroic Spirit shine and squeeze out all his remaining value. After all, he just planned to use the Holy Grail to exchange for a large amount of money. He was not interested in the materialization of the soul. Plus, Marisbury had really been scared by the financial deficit and the other technicians who wanted to be reimbursed for their research expenses during this period. Of course, he still very much hoped that there would be one or two free laborers, that would be for the best.
He hoped the Heroic Spirit he summoned this time would not ask him for any research funds.
In order to get this catalyst, he had made all sorts of guarantees to many parties, confirming that after he had summoned the Heroic Spirit in Antarctica, he would immediately return the catalyst. Although, with their abilities as magi, it wouldn't have been a problem to just take this item as their own, Marisbury was not that unreasonable of a person. If this catalyst was given to him, it would also give him a headache. How was he supposed to maintain it...
Looking at the hair frame wrapped in oil paper in his hand, Marisbury let out a soft sigh. Although this Heroic Spirit was not a figure from the Age of Gods, in human history, there were still one or two existences who had reached the level of a god with a human body. For example, that Captain Drake. It was just that he didn't want to summon a Rider. To be able to forcibly pry off a piece of Poseidon's core from under the machine god's defense... Drake was truly worthy of being the woman who shot down the sun. But the people of this world basically didn't know about the affairs of another world.
At the same time, in the home of a certain doctor in America, a young girl with black hair and wearing a red outfit looked at the US dollars and gems in her box and gritted her teeth. Her face was full of a struggling expression. Her family was not very wealthy right now. These things had really emptied their family's savings. After all, there was no one she could trust, and a bunch of old geezers were always haggling with them. If it weren't for the fact that their ancestors had a certain relationship with that Jewel Mage, she was afraid she would have already been eaten clean by those old geezers. The thoughts of the strong could not be fathomed. Even though hundreds of years had passed, who could say for sure whether that Jewel Mage would stand up for the Tohsaka family? So, it was enough to just get a certain amount of benefits.
Although in the eyes of those old geezers, the benefits they had received were minimal—just a portion of the magical items that Tohsaka Tokiomi had researched and a portion of his research notes—but after losing the research methods and sales rights for those magical items, for this family's source of funds, it was naturally a serious blow.