Mr. Caesar has not had a good time these days, he was sent to St. Lawrence College at the age of twelve by his unsuccessful father, and now he has lived alone here for five years. Saying that he was high or secondary, because he was unwilling to send people under the fence and did not attach himself to any faction led by the seniors, he took simple living utensils and the marching canvas issued at the beginning of school to settle down in the sunset grassland alone, and worked hard for five years to complete the previous shelter in the underground shelter from the wind and rain, warm in winter and cool in summer.

Mr. Caesar could have spent his last year at St. Lawrence College in peace, and then returned to his hometown town to take over his father's title of Knight of the Peace, married the sturdy cow-like daughter of the mill or blacksmith shop next door, and finally used his life savings to buy a not very rich manor to spend his old age in peace. Mr. Caesar's life was supposed to be so unpretentious, but just a few days ago, after witnessing the girl Angela in danger on his way home, he made a decision that changed his life.

At the risk of being killed by the head of the academy and the professor, Mr. Caesar abducted Angela and saved her home. So misfortunes happened one after another, first Professor Devon snatched Angela, who he had just fallen in love with and didn't have time to make a few rounds while it was hot, cough cough was a romantic confession, and then he sadly found that the nest he had worked hard to build for several years, along with all the savings stored at home, was smashed into a white smoke pit by Professor Devon's powerful arcane missile.

Mr. Caesar is in a great crisis! He opened the money bag he was carrying, and there were only two silver coins carved with the majestic face of Elizabeth III, the current empress of the Yang Yan Empire. For him, who is good at surviving in the wild, it is not a big problem to live on this money for ten days and half a month, but even if he writes to his father for help now, I am afraid it will be a few months before the living expenses are sent! At that time, Mr. Caesar has already become a dried corpse in the sunset grassland, okay?

However, there is no end to the world, and at the end of today's training, Mr. Caesar, who was looking for a job in the fourth school district alone, met a young girl wearing a white lace parasol and handing out flyers to passers-by with a gentle smile.

"This classmate, my friend's coffee house is now missing a part-time job~ Although I have to work late and the salary is very small, we have ~ food ~ accommodation ~ yo ~"

The girl handed Caesar a delicately made leaflet, blinked her eyes, and said to Caesar in a mischievous tone.

"Ahh

It was another village, Mr. Caesar picked up the leaflet, carefully read the job list for this coffee house called "Anvina's Nest", and then looked up in surprise and delight.

"Huh?"

However, the girl with ordinary short blond hair, cute appearance but no characteristics is long in front of him, even if he looks around, he can only see the endless flow of people, and the other party is gone. Caesar's self-deprecating smile was just a coincidental encounter, who would care about a poor student with no money and no power? I'm afraid it wasn't for the early delivery of the leaflets, the girl didn't even bother to look at herself.

"It's still my Angela~ I don't know how she's doing now. ”

Mr. Caesar bought two overnight black loaves of bread under the sympathetic gaze of the shopkeeper, found a street tree by the side of the road, sat down on the spot, and nibbled on the bread and reminisced about the days he spent with Angela. Caesar remembered Angela, who was innocent like a child, remembered that his hand and Angela's hand accidentally touched, and he retracted his hand with a red face, while Angela looked at her funny story with a puzzled expression.

"I want to change the world, I want to eliminate injustice, and I want everyone to live happily and happily. ”

Mr. Caesar leaned against the trunk of the tree, raised his right hand, and looked at the golden ** pattern attached to it, as if he were talking to himself, as if to the magic pattern, and then he smiled again.

"How ridiculous, how self-defeating, but that's my dream!"

Mr. Caesar stood up, and he decided to try his luck at Anvina's den, he was seventeen years old, three years before the coming-of-age ceremony of twenty, but now he no longer wanted to marry a blacksmith or a miller's daughter on the day of the coming-of-age ceremony, and spend his youth as plain as his father.

Mr. Caesar followed the path indicated in the leaflet into the dark woods, but he did not know that the girl who had just given him the leaflet was watching him in the shadow of the leaves. The girl had closed her parasol and placed it gracefully under her armpits, and she watched as Mr. Caesar faded away into the winding forest path, and then she bit her fingertips and dripped crimson blood to the ground.

A faint gray mist spread from the low blood, enveloping the entire woods.

"Honey, the stage has been built. ”

The girl raised her head and said with a gentle smile at the vast stars.

When Mr. Caesar finally arrived at the café pointed out in the leaflet, he was not presented with a simple wooden house or a smoke-smoking house made of square bricks. Entirely made of flawless white marble, with windows made of fine mythril and transparent crystals, and a grand domed building that is larger than the city gates, decorated with lifelike mythological reliefs, is decorated with purple lazuli gates.

Mr. Caesar had seen it, although it was only in the magic picture book, but there was no doubt that the one in front of him was genuine, but it should not have been in such a place at all, the Basilica of the Holy Light.

Mr. Caesar pushed the amethyst door open a gap that allowed him to enter sideways, and then he struggled to squeeze into the temple that the cultists of the Creation God of another pancontinent yearned for.

The first thing that catches his eye is the magnificent statue of the creator god, and then Mr. Caesar notices Miss Martina, who is flying above the dome and holding the holy spear in her hand as if she had descended from the heavens.

Caesar seemed to know this scene, he remembered the two figures he had glimpsed a few days ago when he was hiding in the grass with Angela on his back, and remembered the powerful figure of Professor Devin last night, which he could not resist at all.

"Why? Why can you be up high and look down on all beings? Shouldn't life be equal?"

Mr. Caesar didn't know why he was running so fast, he saw Martina's holy spear flying like a meteor across the sky like a meteor across the sky, he didn't want to be a powerless bystander anymore, he roared in his heart, even if he was impaled through his body and died because of it, he didn't want to run away.

As if feeling Mr. Caesar's prayer, the golden ** pattern on his right hand began to heat slightly again, and Mr. Caesar suddenly found that his eyes could miraculously catch the trajectory of the holy spear as fast as lightning, so he stretched out his right hand, jumped up, and held the legendary artifact with a mortal body.

"It's not magic!"

Martina, suspended in the air, exclaimed in surprise as she stared at Mr. Caesar, who was holding Gungnir, with wide eyes.

"Hmph, what's not magic?"

Seeing Martina, who was still so arrogant just now, she was dumbfounded, Nagi walked up to Caesar, looked up and hummed at Martina.

"Gangnir is a god-made gun, the oath made to the tip of the spear will never be reversed and will be fulfilled, how can it be stopped by such a guy!"

Martina angrily pointed at Mr. Caesar, who was holding the holy spear, like a child enraged by his playmate's cheating.

"Well, even if you ask me, I don't know. ”

Mr. Caesar was also a little embarrassed by Martina's finger, and he scratched his head and replied with a very poor smile.

"Hmph~ That's because Caesar's hand was carved with a magic pattern called Fantasy Royal Hand, a stupid chief who has never seen the world!" Nagi pointed to the golden magic pattern on the back of Mr. Caesar's hand, and explained proudly, "You think you have broken the principle of equivalent exchange and claim to be superman, but are you really extraordinary, you big idiot!"

"It's true that the concubine body can't really reach the realm of gods, but it's not comparable to you mortals!"

Martina froze for a moment, then retorted sharply.

"Bartering is just a fur on the principle of equivalent exchange, and true alchemy is a miracle of turning fiction into reality," Nagi shook his head with a smile and said, "Such a stupid chief, let's ask you now, an old man, who has experienced all kinds of ups and downs in his life, and is happy and has bitter precious memories, how much gold is it equivalent to?"

"This, how can that kind of thing be measured in gold?"

Martina thought about it, but couldn't come up with an answer.

"Precious memories, vast knowledge, complex thinking, noble character, and indomitable will, these things, which are not like gold and silver, can be clearly priced, or rather, they are priceless. ”

Nagi surrounds the magnificent statue of creation, with his hands behind his back, talking as he walks.

"The Fantasy Mitsute is a magic pattern that relies on human will to change reality, as long as the will is strong enough, why can't you reverse the gungunnir that must be hit?"

"Shut up!"

Martina, however, interrupted Nagi's words suddenly, staring at Nagi, Caesar, and Ellie hiding behind Caesar like an enemy, then lowered her head, grabbed her hair like a madman, her body trembled, as if she was afraid of something, and then shouted hysterically:

"What bullshit equivalent exchange!What will, what memory, don't lie to me, Nagi-sensei, you're wrong, you know? You mortals also want to educate the concubine body? The concubine body is different from you, do you understand it? Can you stop dreaming! Stop dreaming! You all have to die, you know?