The infinite sword system has been mastered, and you say this is the dragon clan?

Chapter 475 Haha, looks familiar?
"Miss Caster, watch out!"

In the brief moment the savior was stunned, Mashu had already leaped forward, wielding her large, table-sized shield. Just as a killer hunter behind Caster was about to raise his hunting knife to the back of her head, Mashu immediately met him with her shield and delivered a powerful smash—

duang——!
Does it sound good? If it sounds good, it’s a good start!

The killing hunter's skull was first shattered, and then its entire body was sent flying like a giant tennis ball, rushing into the array of killing hunters in the distance and forming a terrifyingly powerful flesh-and-blood impact, clearing a straight line of bloody territory.

"..." Caster paused for a moment before quietly clasping his hands in thanks, "Thank you, as expected of Mash, a warrior with superhuman strength!"

"Huh? But I clearly don't have any superhuman strength abilities." Mash felt that this description was a little too much of a compliment.

"Sorry, sorry, it's probably because my brain has been bombarded with too much information today." Caster shook her head, suddenly wondering where she was, as it had suddenly become so cold. Strangely, her body felt quite warm; was it one of the functions of this costume?
"Let's go, Caster. The director is telling us to retreat—"

"Hey, the enemies haven't been cleared out yet?"

"This would lead to an endless encirclement, which is why a strategic shift is necessary."

Caster glanced back and saw that, thanks to the exceptionally powerful Mystic Codes of Chaldea, many students had shown remarkable performances even in their first battle.

Of course, this was largely due to the senior students with combat experience. She noticed that several people were casting spells together to create various roadblocks to hinder the killing hunters' advance. The blond senior named Menek not only did not retreat, but instead faced the largest number of killing hunters, chanting something, while his friend Angers was also on high alert.

It was clearly intentional.

What are they doing?

As Mashu pulled her back to the car door, she glanced at her and said, "Do the rear guard work."

woohoo-

"Instant enhancement! And then taste this, monsters! My signature grand magic, Rhine Burning!"

In the distance, Menek was panting heavily, his expression a mixture of tension and excitement. At this moment, he was efficiently mobilizing all his magical power, and he was extremely skilled in every preparatory step, as if he had been eager to try it for a long time.

"Don't just stand there like an idiot! Emergency Evasion - Time Zero!" Before the words were even finished, Angers shoved his excited buddy over his shoulder and quickly pulled him away, sweeping past the armored vehicle that had fled back to Chaldea in the blink of an eye.

Boom boom boom boom!
After the armored vehicle turned around and drove away for some distance, a bright and scorching sun suddenly burst forth from the densely packed army of killing hunters.

The intense, frenzied shockwave shot straight into the sky, extinguishing the storm and snow. The terrifying, scorching firelight, like the sun, split the sky in two. These killing hunters, manufactured on the Circe production line, had no time to remove the spells cast on them before they were torn apart and shredded by the towering pillars of fire, then burned to ashes.

A mushroom cloud, capable of destroying all things and all living beings, slowly rises.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Nearly a thousand kilometers away, the production team seemed much more relaxed.

The props team had already finished working overtime, and the filming crew, with the added advantage of Chaldea's advanced technology, made things a breeze.

By directly connecting to the Emiya Myth system backend, one can obtain the perspectives of thousands of "participating" students, including Caster, and then capture every detail of the filming location through backend data sharing. The remaining major project is basically just post-production processing.

"Not bad! Leaving aside Nono and Erii among the new students, Menek and the others who were originally scheduled to join the Execution Bureau all cooperated well, cleverly using shapeshifting magic to disrupt the terrain, gathering the hunters in one place, and then bombarding them with powerful magic..."

"A classic tactic. Even with some advantage in equipment, the strategy and courage are enough to live up to the achievements and reputation of the heroes of ancient times."

Circe, watching from inside the broadcast van, noticed this scene and offered a fair assessment: she held a spellbook in one hand, but in the other, instead of a wand, she held a ladle, beside which sat a cauldron containing her signature dish—Hyperbran porridge—simmering gently.

"But the weakness is that the Rhine spell consumes too much magic power, and after using it, he's useless for the whole day."

BB, hands on hips, commented, "Explosion magic, that's how it is."

"So you're copying Erii's meme-making too, huh?!" Emiya finally put down the megaphone he was using to give orders, but then his nose twitched and he caught another strong smell of burning. "And you, don't openly use open flames in this kind of situation!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Circe smiled and obediently turned off the fire in the cauldron, since her favorite Hukemon was already cooked. She rolled her eyes and held up a finger, suggesting, "In that case, how about using an induction cooker next time? The futuristic technology you guys use for Chaldea is really interesting."

"And another thing, when are you going to give me a proper technical support package? Avisbro has been monopolizing so much of the market share lately, isn't that a bit too biased?"

Emiya was well aware that Circe was extremely curious and envious of Chaldea's technology, since the Clock Tower professors were able to efficiently produce "realistic performance props" largely due to Chaldea's technology and material supply.

"Next time for sure, next time for sure. Our supply channels are limited, and Avisbro's workload is quite large, so we're giving them priority."

"Hmm, if it were me, the effect would be even stronger, not weaker. I'm quite confident in my skills!" Circe pouted in dissatisfaction. She suspected that this was probably just an excuse, but she had no other choice.

Seeing that Emiya was ignoring her for a moment and seemed to be busy sending messages to the engineering team through the communication device, the Witch of the Hawk craned her neck to try to catch a glimpse, but was just in time to be blocked by BB's breasts that floated down.

The dazzling abundance almost made the witch's eyes momentarily lose their composure and look lost in self-doubt—the latter curled her lips up and arrogantly stuck out her tongue—Circe was furious and immediately shook her finger to activate her transformation spell to turn BB into a stupid pig, but the AI ​​girl was not affected by this trick and in the blink of an eye, she went straight into Emiya's phone.

Circe also saw BB continuing to make faces on the screen, with pink text bubbles appearing above his head: [Old man Kamishiro, your magic is the most useless thing.]

##! The witch's smile was sinister, and a row of black lines appeared under her bangs.

"Hey BB, stop blocking my screen! Have you finished creating those other personality clones' faces? Have you finished the composite high-level servant's spirit origin project? If you haven't finished, don't wander around and disturb other people's work."

In the end, Emiya proved superior, defeating the adult AI with a flick of his finger, which made Circe's expression improve.

"—Seriously, Tralokti's engineering specifications are way too idealistic. It's impossible to build a water city in an environment of minus 100 degrees Celsius. This is just a way of putting his own agenda."

Emiya opened the interface and complained with a headache, "Given the environment of Yaga Moscow, just give us a geothermal energy showroom the size of a city center and build an artificial moat for Moscow as a token gesture, and that'll be about right."

"May I take a look at this?"

Finally free from distractions, Circe, who was really curious about what would happen next in the "movie," was able to come closer to take a look.

Because the props team was only given the prop requirements and knew nothing about the "movie plot".

Emiya felt the gentle tickling of the witch's feathers as she leaned closer, and at the same time, a sweet aroma of oats, licorice, and honey wafted towards him. He slightly turned his head to give her a clear view. "Okay."

Circe smiled slightly, then saw a completely different chat message flashing on the screen:

[Nuwa: Hi dear Shirou, what have you been up to lately? I miss you.]

[Emiya: Just like last time, we're filming.]

[Emiya: I miss you too.]

[Nuwa: Really? I don't believe it unless you repeat it three times.] [Emiya: Filming, filming, filming.]

[Nuwa: ?]

"Wow~, the message from your conversation is so interesting, it looks like some kind of comedy clip." Circe was successfully amused.

"Oh? Oh, sorry, I accidentally switched to the wrong chat channel. I meant to show you the work group chat."

Emiya immediately swiped his finger across the chat history and showed it to Circe from the "Chaldea: Myth Resurgence Film and Television Series Project Team".

"Oh~" Circe saw the script outline posted above. Although she felt a bit spoiled, she didn't mind. Some people absolutely hate spoilers, while others enjoy seeing previews and other spoilers.

"A 'permafrost empire' with an extreme cold background? Is that really how it is...?"

The witch's gaze swept over the setting details of the 'Permafrost Empire' chapter in Chaldea: Mythic Revival:
In order to return the earth to the age of mythology, a god from the distant depths of space completely froze the original history of mankind, causing the history of this world to be distorted far more severely than the Singularity, thus creating several 'Lossbelts' that are completely different from the original history of mankind.

The Permafrost Empire is one of them.

Since 1570 AD, the entire world has been plunged into an era of extreme cold, threatening human civilization with extinction. Tsar Ivan the Terrible, in collaboration with magicians, developed a technology that fused humans and magical beasts into a half-human, half-beast species called the "Yaga." This technology transformed the entire nation, enabling them to adapt to the extreme cold and survive the crisis. From then on, the Yaga race became the new human race of this world, while the old humans, unable to adapt to the extreme cold, were eliminated and extinct.

However, the harsh environment brought with it the collapse of the ecosystem and the scarcity of living resources. In order to survive, Yaga's social environment gradually reverted to the law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak. Ivan the Terrible sacrificed his own slumber to continuously create "killing hunters" to maintain order through oppressive rule...

Circe examined it for a moment, then said, "Hmm... but what are the elements for the revival of mythology?"

"Wouldn't that ruin the whole thing? Why don't you guess which pantheon Ivan the Terrible's faith will summon?"

"It's probably not a pantheon I like, so I'll refuse to speculate."

Circe shook her head, then looked at the credits. "The actors... Yaga? I remember Medea used those werewolves, drugged with shapeshifting potions, to impersonate them. Will these actors really behave properly?"

"To be precise, they are the Fang Clan fairies from the Fairy Kingdom," Emiya corrected. "It's alright. Chaldea has a complete Command Spell binding system that can make them obedient. Unlike the werewolves you know, the Fang Clan are excellent, obedient warriors, and also very combative. They are very well adapted to the setting of this permafrost empire."

Although these werewolf-like fairy actors would likely be unhappy about using human weapons, they would have no choice but to tolerate it under the constraints of the Command Spells.

"How amazing, I wonder what kind of country the so-called Fairy Kingdom is." The conversation gradually veered off course, and Circe returned the equipment to Emiya, no longer paying attention to Tralock's comments on the Russian-style architecture on the screen.

Emiya raised an eyebrow. "For those who don't live there, it's probably a medieval Western fantasy world with fairies as its theme. But for the humans who live there, it's hard to say..."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In the land of fairies, in a small tavern in Salisbury.

"Quick, quick, Old Mike, bring the wine!" a warrior from the Fang Clan shouted from the counter. "Miss Charlotte's performance is about to begin; she's our best bard! The best stories can't be without fine wine!"

"Hey, Doga! Call me Mike, always is unnecessary."

Mike, the short shop owner, served the grinning goblin a glass of ale.

The werewolf fairy, Duojia, secretly clicked his tongue as he listened to the beautiful figure on the tavern counter, who was playing the piano and telling stories.

"Hey Mike, you should really improve your drinks. The other day, Miss Charlotte was talking about how the human world across the street has an abundance of fine wines, like Romanée-Conti, Macallan, and Lalique. It makes your drinks sound like plain water. By the way, you old fogey, you don't actually dislike Miss Charlotte, do you?"

"Who said that! I've changed the process several times!" Mike immediately glared at him. Mike respected Charlotte a lot. If it weren't for this mysterious lady giving him some business advice and staying here to sing and play instruments, his shabby little shop would never have attracted so many customers.

"But Miss Charlotte's wisdom and insight are more dazzling than the stars. How can my skills compare? Instead of lecturing me, why don't you organize a team to go to the other world to save humanity and help them take back the world? Then you'll have endless fine wine to drink!"

These words stirred up the fairies present.

It goes without saying that fairies are easily attracted to interesting and diverse things, and even live for such purposes. Therefore, there are quite a few fairies who were attracted to the Chaldea movie, not to mention that the famous Child of Prophecy is the protagonist of the movie.

Even if it's just to chase after celebrities, why not try your luck in the other world?
“Oh, don’t even mention it. Ever since the last clan council, Lord Woodworth has made us stationed at the Imaginary Tree blockade here, and said that anyone who claims to be a follower of the Prophet’s Child will be allowed to pass,” Doga sighed from his wolf mouth. “A whole bunch of brainless goblins have come to apply, we’re so busy.”

"..." Mike paused for a moment, then said:

"Hey, Doga, you know what? If it weren't for Miss Charlotte coming here to sing and play music, I wouldn't have known that this tavern could attract so many customers just by slightly changing its business model, adding a bar, background music, and a simple stage for live performances. These are inventions that only humans could come up with."

"I know nothing but running a shop, and I even find running a business too troublesome and don't want to continue. But Miss Charlotte's teachings have given me 'fun' and 'satisfaction' from running a business. Otherwise, I would have died sooner or later because I lost my purpose."

Although the fairies of the Fairy Kingdom are stronger than humans, they need a "purpose" to live for, and they need to obtain a value for their survival in order to feel enjoyment and happiness.

Unfortunately, fairies lack creativity. Therefore, they admire humans who are skilled at creation (and for this purpose, they built factories to cultivate humans, with human units roughly equivalent to slaves or pets). At the same time, they imitate everything about human civilization, establishing their own goals through imitation.

But simply imitating humans to open a shop is also boring and can easily lead to emptiness. Only by running a shop with heart can one be happy. The difference is similar to how humans can survive on bread alone, but such a quality of life is far inferior to being able to eat delicacies every day.

"You know about Duojia, right? The human world on the other side has far surpassed my improved version of ale with just alcohol alone. If we consider the entirety of human history, how many interesting things have been accumulated? Are we really going to sit idly by and watch the light screen in the sky witness their arduous struggle? If they fail, won't that interesting civilization just disappear?"

Doga froze, his hand holding the wine glass still. He asked in surprise, "Old Mike, you... you also want to go to the other side—?" Go to the other side to die?

"I'm just a fairy who makes a living by running a shop; I'm of no help at all in combat..."

Old Mike said dejectedly, "But I know that your Fang Clan is fierce and skilled in battle, yet you choose to stay here. Many of you laugh at the weakness of the prophesied child, but she can fight for an indifferent world. Her courage is far greater than ours."

—Caster was completely unaware that he had actually gained a significant boost in popularity in the Fairy Kingdom because of the light screen.

“You’ve misunderstood. I would never laugh,” Doga shook his head and smiled bitterly. “I’m different from the other Fang Clan. I’m just a low-ranking fairy with no ambition to fight. I’m too busy being laughed at by my own kind. Besides, I don’t want to fawn over those high-ranking warriors. I think it’s fine to be sent to a place so far away from Oxford.”

"Your expression doesn't look like you're doing well."

"Maybe so. Anyway, all the people I know are laughing at the Prophet. They laugh at her weakness, so they won't laugh at me. That's good."

A scream suddenly came from outside the door.

The two fairies peeked over and saw that the light screen had been turned on again, and countless curious fairies came out to watch the movie.

Old Mike, short as a man, craned his neck to peer, “The Permafrost Empire is here… ‘A world with nothing but power’… The Yaga, resembling magical beasts, are engaged in brutal competition—wait, Doga, those Yaga look a bit like your kind!”

Duo Jia's eyes widened. "Huh? You do look familiar?"

(End of this chapter)