"I was going to check it out myself, but with Morpheus and Medea going, I suddenly feel staying in Chaldea is the better call," Da Vinci said to Romani.
Romani frowned. "You're right to stay. This Singularity is strange... many areas are unobservable. Your strength isn't suited for it, and it could be dangerous."
Da Vinci shrugged casually. "Servants are expendable; we can be resummoned. But staying here, I'm more useful, so you're not wrong."
Inside the transfer room, the group was one larger than last time, with Medea among them.
The witch wasn't in her usual attire but wore casual clothes. Chaldea's wardrobe leaned heavily toward casual and work uniforms, and Medea had naturally opted for the former, seemingly intent on enjoying her time here.
Seeing Medea cozily leaning against Morpheus, Da Vinci remarked, "By the way, this Medea is her true self, not summoned as a Servant."
Romani nodded. "Right, so her power is complete. With her mastery of magic, she might be at Grand-level strength... possibly even beyond."
Since his identity as Solomon was exposed, Romani no longer minced words or hid things to protect his cover.
A Heroic Spirit at full strength, unleashed in the fight to save Human Order, wielded unpredictable but undeniably immense and unignorable power.
"Oh, how's Mash's condition?" Da Vinci asked suddenly.
"No issues. Morpheus fixed her underlying problems. Despite recent battles and heavy training, her body's likely the healthiest among us.
"She's essentially a perfect human body, free of ailments, with Servant-grade resistance. She can draw mana from the air and food, a fusion of human and Servant strengths."
Romani sighed. "If the creation process weren't so harsh, I'd say turning humans into beings like Mash could be a path for humanity's evolution."
He paused, thinking. "I've always felt this form ties to the Third Magic, soul materialization, like a stepping stone."
In an era where mystery faded, and magic became magecraft, the so-called Five True Magics remained. The Third Magic, soul materialization, underpinned the Holy Grail War.
Romani had to admit, the Demi-Servant concept felt like a crude imitation of it.
Everyone was ready now. As Morpheus waited for the transfer, he eyed Fou in Mash's arms.
The white beast gazed outward, also awaiting the transfer. Despite their time together, Fou remained wary of Morpheus, keeping its distance.
Medea glanced at Fou, suddenly saying, "This little guy's no ordinary creature."
Morpheus asked, "What do you see?"
"Its rank is unusual. I can't fully discern it, but I'm certain it's extremely high... possibly divine," Medea said.
Morpheus smiled faintly. "Woman's intuition?"
"Not quite. Intuition wouldn't catch this. Even Servants would struggle to notice, but as my true self, I sense the anomaly. This creature hides a massive secret."
Morpheus nodded, unconcerned. "As long as it doesn't interfere with restoring Human Order, it's fine. If it wants to play pet, let it."
Medea considered this, nodding. "True. As long as it doesn't cause trouble, it doesn't matter who it is."
"This mission will be tough. Sheba can barely observe this era... it's chaotic and hard to judge. Be careful, don't act recklessly, and avoid splitting up unless necessary to ensure timely rescues," Olga Marie's voice came through the communicator.
She glanced at Morpheus and Medea beside him, continuing, "Our mission is to restore Human Order and save humanity's future. During work hours, focus on the task... don't let personal matters distract you!"
Medea smiled lightly, saying nothing but throwing a provocative glance upward.
Morpheus, as if he didn't catch the subtext, yawned and lay in the transfer pod, radiating a "hurry up and send me" vibe.
After a few more brief reminders from Olga Marie, the transfer began. With a familiar sensation, they crossed time and space, arriving in the era needing repair.
Jerusalem, 1273 AD!
The environment was harsh... surrounded by desert and wasteland. Looking up, they saw the familiar halo of light above, a Noble Phantasm containing the unleashed power of countless Excaliburs, part of Goetia's preparations.
Resisting the urge to strike, Morpheus held back, opting not to disrupt the light bands yet, aiming to hit Goetia's core directly.
Fierce winds howled, the desert's gales so violent that without shelter, they'd be buried by sandstorms.
Scattered across the ground were massive beast bones, their size and unique shapes marking them as dragon remains... a perfect temporary shelter against the storm.
"Let's go hide there!" Morpheus called, sprinting toward a giant skull with the others, not daring to pause.
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