Xyrin Empire
Chapter 471: Photography Enthusiast from Centaurus

Chapter 471: Chapter 471: Photography Enthusiast from Centaurus

The once pristine light armor was now in tatters, covered in alarming cracks and penetrating wounds. Due to its inherently weak self-repair ability, his body, barely held together by a massive amount of magic power, was still riddled with scars, resembling a ragged doll. The young man, dragging his long spear, slowly disappeared from our sight, step by step.

Such a promising young man had just walked out of our lives, reminiscent of the feeling evoked by Xiang Lin.

"This kid is done for."

As I curled my index finger and stroked my chin, I occasionally hissed in sympathy, truly feeling pain for him.

"Director, didn’t you say that beings known as Heroic Spirits have strong self-recovery abilities? Can’t he recover?"

The naive Tsuruya asked curiously, tilting her face upward.

"What I meant was emotional trauma..." I sighed wearily, after which Tsuruya oh’d, "Ah, I see, he really is done for..."

Indeed, the kind-hearted Tsuruya also had a cunning side she kept hidden.

"Um... Brother, I feel a bit dizzy..."

The black-haired girl straightened her slightly wrinkled sailor uniform, then suddenly began rubbing her head and muttering quietly, probably because there had been some issue during the descent of the space module—likely an effect of a temporal distortion. After all, the deceleration mechanism hadn’t released even a whiff of gas yet.

"I’ve always said, using conventional transporters is much safer, but you just had to experience a space drop, and now look where we are."

I helplessly tapped on Tsuruya’s head only to elicit an even more severe wail from her.

"Um...I always thought space modules were cool, who knew it would be so disorienting," mumbled Tsuruya quietly, admitting her whim, "Speaking of which, it seems the Pandora Sisters haven’t made it here yet."

"It’s the temporal chaos," I too massaged my forehead, having landed on the ground via a nearly non-decelerating space module that had been teleported directly into the stratosphere before it began falling. Being disoriented for a while was expected (just a while, really? No ordinary person would just get over it that quickly!), "This world really does have problems. We didn’t foresee time distortions happening so suddenly. But no issue, Qianqian has already adjusted the timestamps; they should appear soon."

It seemed our "arrival" had unexpectedly become somewhat of an accident.

First off, the reason why there were space modules at all: before our departure, Tsuruya had suddenly seen a holographic projection of Reynolds leading his marines in a planet landing battle, making the typically passionate Ms. Tsuruya impatient to experience space drop combat for herself. Thinking it wasn’t a big deal at the time, I agreed to her simple request and requisitioned three modules from the Kepulu Army—one each for me and Tsuruya, one for the Pandora Sisters, and one exclusively for Sandora, effectively staging a planet landing battle that seemed quite vigorous.

Then we encountered the temporal turbulence.

The cause remains unclear, but it definitely relates to the prolonged information pollution we’d experienced. The three modules were flung into different timelines. Although it sounds perilous, it was not much of a threat to the Xyrin Apostles. Without our intervention, Qianqian, from her position in the dimensional fortress Avalon, used the projection function of the Leaving World Garden to help us sort out the disturbed time. Ultimately, Tsuruya and I were the first to "successfully" land, although Sandora and the Pandora Sisters might be slightly delayed.

It was a spectacular landing. Seeing the blue-armored man and the golden-haired girl fighting below from high above, I knew trouble was brewing, but I never imagined we’d end up crushing the poor kid into the ground (I absolutely won’t admit I might have aimed a little!). Should I say Heroic Spirits are indeed tough monsters? Surviving being hammered headfirst into a cobblestone ground by a space landing module—that too, considering the module wasn’t launched from outer space but teleported within the atmosphere.

This world is all too familiar: FATE, Holy Grail World, just as Lin Xue had said, indeed it’s a little surprise, even if I am a disqualifying otaku, if I had no concept of this well-known world, I should be kicked to death by a hundred EVAs, right?

Uh-oh, some very subtle cross-serial events have developed.

But although I can confirm I’ve arrived in the world of FATE, I still hold a quite sensible pessimism about the future, knowing the terribly improper nature of these world plots. I’ve now basically reached the point where I ignore the plot completely, just like the Naga Sea Demon in Azeroth becoming a jumping, red-braised fish with a mermaid tail. I even begin to suspect whether there will appear a bizarre setting where Tohsaka Rin leads Servant Demon King Duan Di to sweep the Twelve Houses—if it does appear, I will absolutely face it calmly, absolutely absolutely without complaint, the bastard!!

Trying to suppress the chaotic complaints in my mind, I finally gathered a bit of serious atmosphere and then, grabbing Tsuruya, turned to face the golden-haired girl who had been ready for battle since a moment ago.

Uh, it seems not a very friendly atmosphere, although facing this famously popular girl, I really want to greet her, but if I could ignore the invisible sword in her hand that is constantly emitting faint murderous intent, everything would be even more perfect.

Let me think, just now I don’t think I did anything to make the girl in front of me so wary, did I?

Hmm, it seems enough to make the other party vigilant that a bizarre-looking landing module came crashing down from the sky at nearly ten thousand kilometers per hour...

"Uh... Good evening..." Even someone as thick-skinned as Tsuruya was a bit unsure of how to break the deadlock at this point, "We mean no harm..."

"Identify yourselves before proceeding!"

We had no chance to step forward when the golden-haired girl, holding the invisible sword, immediately pointed her weapon forward sternly, without budging an inch.

"In fact, it’s like this," I hurriedly organized my language and then realized under the big premise of a "Space Landing Module," it seemed I could spout any nonsense, "We are photography enthusiasts from Centaurus α Star Cluster, and while passing Earth Orbit, we had to make an emergency landing here to avoid an innocent Space Ultraman, disrupting your normal life, which we are very sorry for, but we will pay the rent according to the interstellar conventions—yes, we plan to live here now!"

"Director, isn’t that a bit far-fetched?"

Tsuruya discreetly poked my waist and whispered.

"No worries, just watch."

"master," the bewildered golden-haired girl, still not lowering her guard and holding the weapon as tightly as the most cautious guard knight, turned her head and asked the boy with the orange hair, equally dumbfounded, "Perhaps I am not well-versed enough about the modern society, but could you understand what he said?"

The boy, who had been named by Shirou as the boy with orange hair, was definitely having the most tumultuous night of his life tonight, still somewhat bewildered till the mysterious golden-haired girl finally brought him back to reality. But honestly...

Photography enthusiasts from Centaurus, really? Is that okay?

"Maybe...," Emiya Shirou nodded hesitantly, his tone conflicted, "although it’s quite incredible, it seems more plausible than your appearance... alright, I think at least aliens are somewhat more believable."

"Well then, I will tentatively deem you are not enemies," the golden-haired girl withdrew her weapon but still watched us warily, "but we can’t consider you as allies either, and also, the person you let go earlier is our enemy. Perhaps it was unintentional on your part, but it must still be addressed."

Sheesh, what a serious King of Dai Mao.

"Just go ahead and doubt all you want! I refuse to believe that a King of Great Britain from the Middle Ages and a high school student who hasn’t even taken a college course could decipher anything from our landing module!"

"Hey, you orange-head over there! Be careful! That landing module is worth millions to human society, you can’t afford to pay for it, got it? Don’t mess with the military property of the New Eden Federation, or be wary of Tex leading over two hundred burly men to blast your behind!"

"In any case, half an hour later, we had successfully entered the Emiya Mansion, although remaining vigilant about the sudden appearance of a suspicious figure, the serious golden-haired girl still accepted Emiya Shirou’s notion of ’not ignoring the homeless who need help’ and treated us as temporary guests—guests then, since Tsuruya and I were indeed planning to freeload off some hopelessly good-natured sucker, just hoping not to drive this poor kid into bankruptcy later when Sandora joins us."

"Anyway, we’ll be imposing on you for the next few days."

"Such a kind child," Tsuruya still felt a bit embarrassed about our behavior, crashing in someone’s yard creating a heavenly pit and then shamelessly mooching off their food. After sitting down, she immediately initiated her third apology.

This polite gesture was not without meaning, at least the girl named Saber now looked at us more kindly, though initially, her wariness stemmed more from us letting the already disadvantaged Lancer go at first sight. Now, although still unclear about it, she could ensure that there was no connection between our identity and the hostile magicians, hence, with the ground for enmity gone, relations between both parties naturally found a place for easing.

And at this moment, I finally had time to truly take a good look at the renowned... King of Dai Mao.

There’s really dumb hair~~~

Okay, my focus is off again...

Like the sunrise, her golden hair was tied in a high bun, this seemingly conservative and dated hairstyle perfectly suited her serious demeanor, adding an elegant nobility to it instead. Her pale, soft complexion could be described with any term for beauty, and her tightly pursed lips had an air of meticulousness. Her eyes were the rare color of lake green, as clear as the waters of Fairy Lake in the eastern region of Avalon. Under the fragile exterior was undeniable strength and nobility, giving me my first impression of King of Britain.

She and Sandora are completely different types of kings. Sandora, in front of others, appears more like a distant ruling machine, cruel, strict, and intolerant to any form of rebellion and questioning. Sometimes, her enemies prefer to describe that world-spanning invader as a tyrant, while this girl in front of me seemed more like an upright knight, equally serious, but always acting on her own sense of justice, perhaps that’s the crucial difference between human and Xyrin royalties.

Of course, if we’re talking about gluttons... well, it seems the two subtly merged into one.

"Is there a problem?"

Noticing my curious gaze remained on her, Saber slightly frowned and asked puzzledly, yet without much displeasure, as it was evident from my gaze that it was pure exploration and observation, with no ill intentions involved.

"No problem!" I immediately shook my head, originally I even wanted to ask if the dumb hair on her head could really serve as a radar antenna... Ah dammit! It really can! That streak of golden hair just moved slightly, didn’t it?

Almost the moment I marveled that the dumb hair of the girl in front of me actually moved, she reacted instantly, raising her right hand and adopting a sword-holding posture, then casting a vigilant gaze in another direction.

In my perception, two energy fields, one strong and one weak, were rapidly approaching.

They’re really late to the party, Miss and Red A... er, Mr. Red A.

"What’s going on?"

The only one in the dark was the amateur magician, Emiya Shirou, seeing us all look in one direction while the golden-haired girl who just protected him displayed a battle-ready expression, he immediately asked nervously.

"Master, please heal my injuries." Just as she was about to strike, Saber suddenly frowned and pressed her hand against her cuirass. It was clear that she had been wounded in a recent fight against a Gunman who was unluckily struck by a meteor.

Facing Saber’s request, Emiya Shirou suddenly froze, then awkwardly scratched his head. "...Well...actually..."

"Could it be..." Saber paused, then wondered if it was her imagination. Did she just see a twitch in the corner of the golden-haired girl’s eye? Either way, the golden-haired girl eventually sighed in resignation. "Alright, although it’s only a minor surface healing, it should be enough for the next battle."

Leaving these words behind, the golden-haired girl did not care about the astonished expression on Emiya’s face, gripped the invisible holy sword, and had already dashed out of the room in an instant.

"Stop staring; let’s go watch the show!" I slapped Emiya’s shoulder, who was still dazed from the shocks of the night, then turned my head to call the eagerly excited, hot-blooded girl. "Tsuruya, don’t rush into the fight, okay?"

"Uh-huh, uh-huh!" Tsuruya quickly nodded her head, but honestly, I was still a bit worried about her. She occasionally had wild ideas like Qianqian and would get heated up like Pandora.

When we reached the empty space on the street outside, the battle had already started.

Silver and red phantoms collided like wind, difficult to discern superiority. Saber’s opponent was a tall man dressed in a bizarre red windbreaker, with white short hair, sharp eyes, and two sword-like rigid white eyebrows. I really wanted to call him "White Eyebrow Hero," but due to copyright issues, I had to abandon that idea...

Ahem, off-topic.

Not far from the battlefield, a petite twin-tailed girl wearing a red thin sweater and pleated skirt with a cross pattern on her chest noticed the enemy’s approach and immediately assumed a fully alert posture.

However, when she saw the clearly unfair number of people on our side, she immediately showed a disheartened expression—two against five, even if Emiya, the half-filled Shirou, counted as half, it seemed they still had the disadvantage.

Ah, right, since Tsuruya and I didn’t have any magic fluctuations, perhaps we counted as half too, so now it was like two against two and a half... Why am I calculating this nonsense?!

"Tohsaka?" Shirou, who arrived a step later, recognized the identity of the girl opposite him and exclaimed in surprise, "Tohsaka, what’s going on?"

Due to Shirou’s shout, Saber’s movements momentarily slowed, while Red A seized the opportunity to launch a strong attack. Despite this, being a seasoned warrior, the golden-haired girl easily resolved the immediate crisis, then suddenly jumped back to our side, while the white-haired man wielding twin black-and-white blades did not pursue but stood on the spot, watching us guardedly.

"Hey, Rin, it seems a bit tricky."

The white-haired man crossed his blades in front of himself, slightly tilting his head as he complained to his master. Getting distracted in a fight was usually a taboo, but he seemed confident that the clearly strong golden-haired girl opposite would not launch a sneaky attack, hence his carelessness.

"Ah, it seems like too many ordinary people were involved this time, such a hassle..." The girl in the red thin coat also wore a frustrated expression, clearly finding that the appearance of Tsuruya and me, two strangers, made things even more uncontrollable.

"Master, please step back a bit; such a battle can easily cause accidental injuries."

Saber, sounding a bit helpless, whispered to Shirou, who was unconsciously moving forward, but in a moment of distraction, the tall man in red clothes launched an attack without warning. "Truly a half-baked amateur!"

Saber immediately reacted, counterattacked with her sword, but the next second, a barrage of magic missiles interfered with her attention—an attack from Tohsaka Rin. Although Saber’s strong resistance to magic meant she wasn’t afraid of attack at this level, would this barrage delay the girl’s assistance? (To be continued. To find out what happens next, please visit www.qidian.com. For more Chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)