"You've got to be kidding me, right?"
Dr. Roman's voice rang out. What era is this? There's no way this level of advanced electricity and bulb technology exists at this time!
"Achilles said earlier that his boss's name is Edison," Child Gil stated.
Roman fell silent for a moment. Edison hasn't even been born yet in this historical period. Could these lighting fixtures really have been made by the Servant Edison?
And indeed, they were.
As a Servant of the Caster class, Edison's Territory Creation and Item Construction are both EX-ranked (though their actual effectiveness is only D). Of course, he's a bit specialized, focusing solely on electrical items. Still, the fact that he can improve and enhance other people's Noble Phantasms is pretty outrageous.
The very modern city before them was built by Edison using his own Mana. From a distance, it looked like a massive castle, but it was fully equipped with searchlights, electric lights, and all sorts of other illumination.
As they got closer, they could also see Mechanical Dolls patrolling continuously. These Mechanical Dolls were the same models that had previously helped the human soldiers, diligently carrying out their patrol duties.
"Yoho! I've brought guests back! Miss Helena!"
Achilles pulled his chariot to the side of the road. At the castle entrance, a purple-haired girl was already waiting for them. This girl, Helena Blavatsky, was a Mage—a genius Mage, in fact.
"You're so slow, Achilles. Didn't you say you were fast? Is this it?" The girl Helena spoke, hands on her hips. Achilles's expression stiffened; he was speechless, having been mocked.
"Hmph, are these the guests? And that ship up there, huh? It can fly! Is that the Vimana?! Wow, I absolutely love this sky-chariot from Indian mythology!!"
Helena was a magical girl who adored India. As the sky-chariot from Indian mythology, she naturally knew about it.
"You're going to embarrass our boss, Helena. Please be more reserved." Achilles reminded Helena that acting like this at such a moment was too revealing.
"Ahem. Welcome, esteemed guests who have come from afar. I am Helena Blavatsky, and as you can see, I am a Servant. It's a pleasure that you accepted our invitation. Our King, President King, is inside and has been waiting for you for a long time. Please follow me; let's go inside and talk."
Helena, having regained her composure, spoke earnestly, though the occasional glances she cast at the Vimana betrayed her true feelings.
"President King? Isn't it Edison?" Mash asked, confused. The information they'd received on the ship said that the one looking for them was Edison.
"Calling the King by his name directly is disrespectful, you know. But with the King's generosity, he likely won't be angry with you. Indeed, our King's name is Thomas Alva Edison. While he's a workaholic who likes to make people work non-stop for 24 hours, he's also a true King. Come on, let's not keep the King waiting."
With that, Helena turned and waved, and mechanical soldiers immediately opened the large gates, allowing everyone to enter.
This was a magnificent castle that seemed out of place in this era. The magnificence wasn't due to luxurious decorations, but rather to its facilities—it was too bright!
Large light bulbs were everywhere, illuminating the entire city so brightly that Fujimaru Ritsuka even found it a bit dazzling. They raised a hand to shield their eyes.
"I suddenly understand what light pollution means today!"
"…"
Mo Shuying paused, then nodded. Yes, even if you are the father of the light bulb, isn't using this many lights a bit excessive? There's practically a light bulb every meter, and they're all those large incandescent types! The light is incredibly strong; who can stand this?
"You… don't you consider conserving electricity? I feel like half the lights along this path would be perfectly fine." Mo Shuying said to Helena. Helena gave a wry smile and shook her head.
"This is the King's will, the King's interest, the King's command. We can't stop him."
"…"
From this, it was clear that this so-called President King Edison was likely a willful ruler.
Soon.
*Screech!*
Two massive doors were opened by Mechanical Dolls, and everyone entered a hall even more dazzlingly bright.
Mo Shuying pulled out a pair of sunglasses and put them on; his eyes instantly felt more comfortable. Black Lancer Alter's head flashed with black light as a black helmet enclosed her face. Hmm, a black helmet paired with a casual, revealing short shirt and shorts… it's a bit like Celty.
"Will you wait here? I'll go announce your arrival." Helena squinted her eyes and left. Fujimaru Ritsuka, also squinting, walked over to Mo Shuying and spoke.
"Do you have any more sunglasses?"
Mo Shuying shrugged. Nope, none left.
"Tch, stingy." Fujimaru Ritsuka turned away, a little displeased. But just as they turned, a pair of sunglasses slid past their face and landed on it.
"Ah! You!" Fujimaru Ritsuka nearly jumped, turning to look at Mo Shuying, who had given them the sunglasses. Their face began to flush.
"You wear them. I can close my eyes." After saying this, Mo Shuying closed his eyes, waiting for Edison's arrival.
Fujimaru Ritsuka's face was beet red. They quickly turned away so that no one would notice, fortunately their hair was thick enough to cover their reddened ears.
Just then.
"Roar, roar, roar! Have they come? Have they really come? The [Experts] who have already saved four Singularities! Blavatsky, check if my clothes are wrinkled? Will they dislike me? Should I comb my mane first!"
A loud, booming voice echoed, and everyone looked toward the entrance on one side of the great hall, sensing a large man approaching.
"Combing hair?"
Mash tilted her head, utterly bewildered.
Achilles, standing nearby, chuckled.
"Didn't I tell you all already? It's Lion Head."
"Huh?"
Mash, who had thought he was joking, became even more confused about what on earth Lion Head was.
As she pondered this,
"President King has arrived!"
The Mechanical Doll at the entrance cheered, and the doors opened. Then, a muscular man walked in. With a physique like that, it was no wonder Achilles said even Heracles would be envious. You're telling me this guy is a Caster?
Seriously! A Caster who beats people to death with his fists?
Mo Shuying felt that even though he himself was strength-based, his profession was at least physical, right? But a Mage! Building tank items! Heresy!!
And most importantly!
"Hoo hoo hoo! I thought there'd only be one or two guests, but it's quite lively! Welcome, welcome! Welcome to President King's castle! I am President King, Thomas Alva Edison! It's a pleasure to meet you all!"
Lion Head—the brawny man who walked in had a lion's head. He called himself Edison but also claimed to be President King. Mo Shuying, who knew what was going on, was fine, but Fujimaru Ritsuka, who knew nothing, was stunned.
"It's a real lion! Not a costume!"
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