Foreword: This chapter is a preface, and it is also Professor Leif's combing, which does not affect the reading of this article, and can be skipped directly if it is verbose, redundant, difficult to understand, etc.

The year is 2015.

At the beginning of the year, it was the coldest time of winter.

Surprisingly, the weather was nice today, and the sun was lazily shining on the old streets, adding a bit of comfort to the cold winter days.

It's a little-known neighborhood on the outskirts of London. At least in the eyes of the average person.

Streets made of brick and stone.

The 12th-century buildings are still well preserved here, with a mix of medieval and modern.

The town is made up of more than 40 student dormitories, more than 100 academic buildings, and businesses that nourish the residents.

The birthplace of the Magic Society, the veritable center of the modern magic world, and the base camp of magicians - the clock tower.

The architecture of the town will vary according to each department and department, and it is divided into twelve areas, corresponding to the twelve fields that the occult divides downward.

Just as there are strong and weak faculties in ordinary universities, there are also strong and weak faculties here, which can be clearly seen from the appearance and style of the regions.

The strong faculties are excellently developed, and the complexes are large in size and imposing in appearance.

The weak faculties, because of the lack of resources, can only be carefully calculated, so the appearance can only be described as unpretentious, concise and simple.

One of the twelve faculties, the eleventh department of archaeology, Koroklost, is the most typical representative.

It is truly the weakest of the subjects.

However, it has not always been the weakest, and there was a considerable period of time when it was able to overwhelm the twelfth modern magic department.

Of course, that's because the modern magic department was founded at the beginning of the twentieth century, and the lords in power didn't pay no attention to it, just as an ornament. Only then was the archaeology department able to go from the first to the last to the second.

Unfortunately, this penultimate didn't last long.

At the end of the last century, a young man with an unknown name inherited the name of the dying lord line, Al Meloy, and after entering the modern magic department, the poor situation of the modern magic department gradually improved.

Today, it has become one of the most popular of the 12 faculties, a dream place for countless students to further their studies, and archaeology continues to be at the bottom of the list.

Although the members of the Archaeology Division were dissatisfied, they did not have much intention of changing the situation. Because the magicians gathered here have no interest in power, reputation, and other social mainstreams, they are not interested in anything but archaeological research, and they are the purest group of researchers—probably only when the funds are insufficient, they will go out of the research building and socialize in order to seek funders.

The same is true of the owner of this room, and he is one of the few successful people in the archaeology department.

Probably because of the strong funders, the building was built to a very good standard.

The footprint of more than 200 square meters stands in stark contrast to the small single-family homes that surround it. Actually, the area of 200 square meters is really not huge, but adding "single exclusive" in front of the research building is another matter.

That's right, this research building is for one person.

The name is engraved on a metal nameplate next to the gate – Floros.

The eldest son of an ancient family in the magician society. The family history can be traced back to before the Western calendar, although it has declined several times and is on the verge of being cut off, it has always been holding a sigh of relief, tenaciously persevering, and has been passed down to the present.

Floros himself is not ashamed of his own history. He was once a prodigy who reached the Fes at the age of 20, but although he gradually fell silent and was ridiculed by many as a "research freak", his research results were shocking and highly praised by many people.

This research building is one of the reasons why one of the research results called "Near-Future Observation Lens Sheba" attracted the attention and support of Marisbilly, the lord of the Astronomical Division, a powerful department.

Even so, Floros himself spent his days in the research building, rarely going out, as if there was nothing interested in him except research, although he did not know when he would produce the results again.

However, what is surprising is that today, this research maniac who does not leave his home does not know which thinking circuit is wrong, and he walks out of the research building in a rare way, and it is not the usual bad, sloppy image.

Before going out, the man, who was over forty years old, specially cleaned up.

First, I slept for a long time, and when I woke up, I washed my pale face with cold water, combed my unkempt and greasy hair, and put on a suit that I hadn't worn in years.

Under the hellish gaze of a secretary and caretaker, a woman who was so mentally strong that she would not be surprised that the sky was falling apart, she walked out of the door of the research room with a decent appearance.

"It may not be a long time since I have been back, so I'll leave it to you to take care of the house—no, maybe it's redundant, you can do whatever you want, including free reign."

"Curator?"

The secretary's voice lost its usual softness.

Although I know that my curator has a problem with his brain, and he seems to have multiple split personalities, he often makes some incomprehensible actions, but he has never been so abnormal as today.

"Ah, nothing, forget about it."

Realizing that something was wrong with his words, Floros shook his head and dragged his suitcase out of the gate and out of the manicured garden, no doubt the work of the caregiver.

"Hehe, what a good secretary."

"Do you regret it?"

"How could it be, just...... I think it's a bit of a pity. ”

"There is nothing to be sorry for, although there are special individuals in this group of human beings, in general they are still flawed and incomplete."

"I know, that's why I made this choice, otherwise...... No, nothing. Let's go, go to Antarctica. Amnisfia has sent a formal invitation to report to the Chaldeans of the Human Security Agency. ”

"Hmph, what a sarcastic name for the human security agency, I obviously don't know that what they want to protect will soon be wiped out, through our hands."

"Enjoy your last days, human. In another half a year, you will disappear from history, and nothing will be left. ”

"Eref Delle—"

"Elenore Gusin—"

"Elolos—"

"In the name of Leif Lenoll Floros!"

The middle-aged man, who said this, left the research building where he had lived for many years without looking back.

From beginning to end, he was the only one who spoke.

As he spoke, something gradually merged and awakened, and the aura that burst out in an instant was enough to swallow the entire world.

This year, the magician who was supposed to die to protect the world did not die.

On this day, the fate of the world was reversed.

At this moment, the Supreme Order, which had been engraved before the A.D. calendar, began.