The First Singularity: Laying the Foundation for Restoration

"What! No! Don't! Mozart! I'll kill you!"

As the Requiem began, Antonio's face contorted in terror. In just an instant, countless souls were pacified, turning into golden light and vanishing. Antonio's very existence relied on the power of these souls; if they all disappeared, he too would cease to be.

"For beautiful France, for beautiful Thiers, for beautiful... Marie! I offer this resounding swan song! Antonio! I don't hate you, but your performance this time was truly awful!"

Mozart continuously waved his hands, conducting the musical spirits, bringing the movement to a climax.

The "blood cloud" in the sky rapidly shrank until only a small wisp remained, from which Antonio's human form condensed and fell.

*Thud!*

Antonio landed, his eyes filled with resentment and grief.

Damn it... I didn't do anything, yet I've been cursed for a hundred years... Mozart, you... why are you so excellent? Even this time, your music is still so beautiful...

Antonio's voice cut off abruptly, his body dissipating. His last remaining souls flew out, transforming into golden light and disappearing amidst the music.

Mo Shuying felt a pang of emotion. So many souls being pacified at once—if this were in Buddhism, he'd probably achieve Buddhahood from the merit alone.

Everyone refrained from interrupting Mozart.

After the passionate piece, a piano appeared before Mozart.

He placed his hands on it, and a beautiful sound filled the air, brimming with love and reluctance.

When the song concluded, Mo Shuying clapped his hands.

A gentle applause echoed. Mozart put away the piano and bowed slightly to everyone.

"It seems it's time for my exit. I truly enjoyed this performance."

Mozart's Noble Phantasm had overdrawn his Mana. He was not a Servant skilled in combat and carried many injuries; he was at his limit.

"You go on ahead. We'll be right behind you."

Jeanne d'Arc stepped forward, her face full of gratitude, offering her respect to the musician.

Antonio had been eliminated, and Mo Shuying had given the Holy Grail to Mash. Mash's shield had a storage slot for Magecraft in its center, capable of holding the Holy Grail.

"We've observed that the Singularity's distortion has been repaired. It won't be long before history returns to its proper course. You've succeeded."

Dr. Roman's slightly excited voice rang out, and Mozart smiled.

"That's good. Marie will surely be happy to hear that. Well then, everyone, farewell."

Mozart smiled as he dissolved into points of light, followed by Saint George and Siegfried.

"It seems our mission is complete."

Saint George glanced at Siegfried, who smiled in response.

"What an unforgettable experience."

"Unforgettable, indeed. How about we take a photo? Come on, come on!"

Saint George suddenly pulled a digital camera from behind him and snapped a picture of Siegfried, whose face was a mask of surprise.

Looking at Siegfried's stunned expression on the screen, Saint George burst out laughing, then turned and waved to Little Director, shouting,

"Kid! Thanks for the gift! I love it!"

As his words faded, he vanished.

Siegfried paused, then smiled helplessly.

"Everyone, thank you for the great—"

He disappeared before he could finish his sentence.

Mo Shuying walked over to Little Director and said,

"When did you give it to him? Didn't you not believe in it?"

Little Director folded her arms, looking smug.

"I am the Director, the Chaldea Director with unparalleled discernment and excellence! Of course, I have my own judgment."

Qin Liangyu approached.

"Master actually prepared many things, but Saint George only chose that black box."

"Liangyu! Ahh!"

Little Director pounced on Qin Liangyu, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Hahaha!"

Mo Shuying burst out laughing. Just then, a voice echoed in his ear.

"Spiritron Conversion channel has been established. You can return at any time."

"Got it."

Mo Shuying looked at Jeanne d'Arc and Mash, who were saying their goodbyes.

"Mash, believe in yourself. Your potential is far greater than this. You can definitely solve all problems and restore human history."

"Yes, we will! Goodbye, Miss Jeanne d'Arc, I'm so happy I got to meet you this time!"

Mash said, a little reluctantly, but it was time to leave.

Jeanne d'Arc disappeared with a smile, and the people of Thiers had begun to emerge.

These survivors bowed their heads to Mo Shuying and the others, expressing their gratitude.

Once the Singularity was repaired, their memories would be erased, and history would return to its proper course, everything would revert to how it was originally.

"Farewell, everyone."

Mash waved her hand, and then everyone transformed into blue spiritual light and vanished.

The scenery instantly changed, and they were back in Chaldea.

Thus, the first Singularity, the Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon, the Saint of Salvation, was completely restored.

A day passed in a flash.

Rest was still necessary; saving the world shouldn't be rushed. "996" isn't a blessing and should be avoided. It would be a net loss if one were to die suddenly on the path to saving the world.

Mo Shuying found Romani and said to him,

"Romani, Chaldea has a method for summoning Heroic Spirits, but is there a way to send Heroic Spirits back?"

Romani: ".Huh?"

Dr. Roman, looking a bit confused, was pulled into a corner by Mo Shuying. Mo Shuying looked around to make sure no one was there, then cornered Romani against the wall and asked,

"Just tell me if you have one!"

".Who do you want to send back?"

Romani, with his back against the wall, felt a bit weak. He suddenly felt he shouldn't have given up his former power; now he couldn't even protect himself. If Mo Shuying used force, should he resist?

"Merlin! I always feel like there's something wrong with that guy! As a Caster! How many times have you seen him use Magecraft? His main body is cooped up in Avalon, and he sends a clone over—what for? To infiltrate the enemy? I saw him sneaking around several times today; he might be up to no good!"

Although he knew Merlin wasn't an enemy, saying it this way made it sound more serious.

Upon hearing Mo Shuying's words, Romani frowned.

"What you said makes a lot of sense! Don't worry, I'll go back and research it. I'll get back to you very soon!"

There was a light in Dr. Roman's eyes—the light of sacrificing others but not oneself!

Mo Shuying extended his large hand and patted Romani's shoulder, saying solemnly,

"I'm counting on you!"

"Don't worry, leave it to me!"

Just as the two reached an understanding, a shower of flowers appeared, and Merlin emerged with a forced, insincere smile.

"Master, are you very idle?"

"Ah! I came out to use the restroom, where is it?"

"Don't you have a restroom in your room?"

Merlin raised an eyebrow and said.

"Huh? Do I? Oh! Well, I'll go back then!"

Mo Shuying turned and walked away, leaving Romani behind.

Merlin looked at Romani, and Romani looked back at Merlin, not to be outdone.

"Don't meddle in others' affairs."

"What counts as meddling?"

"All my affairs are meddling."

"Indeed, you're quite idle yourself."

"…"

Merlin was silent for two seconds, then leaned close to Romani and whispered,

"Don't provoke me, Israeli Boxing King."

Dr. Roman's eyebrow twitched at the title, clearly realizing he'd been exposed. He gritted his teeth and said with a smile,

"That depends on whether you behave yourself, Great Britain Sword Saint!"

Neither gave an inch, two Grand Casters, glaring at each other, not looking like Casters at all.

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