Although the five senses and self-awareness clearly told Fujimaru Ritsuka that he was walking on the streets of London at this moment, he could even smell the special smell of car exhaust and asphalt in the heat. , but the passers-by who walked straight towards her without paying attention still made Fujimaru Ritsuka realize that she was in a dream.
After all, London is no better than Tokyo. Although there are some people in strange clothes, there are definitely not many.
At least the Chaldean dress she is wearing now should definitely be the type that attracts the attention of ordinary people.
Even if I go to Tokyo wearing this outfit, I think it will attract a lot of people's attention.
In today's London, not only was no one watching him, but even the passers-by who bumped into him didn't react at all. They continued to walk in the original direction as if nothing had happened.
It's almost like a programmed program.
The back figure that inexplicably attracted Fujimaru Ritsuka's attention kept moving forward along with the flow of people, while she pushed the people around her and followed him almost at a trot.
However, the strange thing is that no matter how hard Fujimaru Ritsuka tries to catch up, he can never catch up with the figure in front of him.
It's not that it's unreachable in a physical sense, but the moment Fujimaru Ritsuka catches up with the back figure, all the scenes in front of her become blank until the back figure passes her over again.
As if the game scene could not be fully loaded due to the hardware performance, Fujimaru Ritsuka could only move slowly following the back.
Then she followed the figure on the bus and walked through the streets and alleys of London's West End, and finally came to the clock tower that could be called a London postcard.
Elizabeth Tower, also known as Big Ben.
However, in the occult world, the clock tower, which was named after the Queen in 2012, still retains its previous, more prestigious name.
【The Clock Tower】(the Clock Tower)
Leaving aside the Middle East and the Far East, which are basically isolated from the modern magic world, after the reconciliation with the Holy Church in modern times, the Magic Association has become a giant organization in which most magicians participate.
The Clock Tower is the abbreviation of the Magic Association among the magicians.
In fact, Big Ben is just one of the many entrances to the Magic Society located underground from Regent's Park to Westminster, and it is an entrance that is relatively infrequently open.
For real, more popular magicians, it is easier to enter the Magic Association through the British Museum.
"Are we going to enter from here? The Magic Association."
The back figure finally came to a rickety old man and said with some respect.
"No, the real entrance is not here. The last time this place was opened was nearly a hundred years ago."
The old man shook his head.
"Huh? Then, why are we here?"
'Animusfia' asked somewhat unexpectedly.
"I just miss the scenery here a little bit. The real entrance is not far from here,"
"Are you from England?"
"No, it's just that I spent a lot of time here. After all, I am somewhat of a magician."
The rickety old man narrowed his eyes and let the summer sunshine pour on him.
"Magic..."
Animusfia said with some emotion.
"You still can't accept it? It's not good to accept too much scientific education."
"No, I accept it, but I still feel that there is a big gap between my impression and your professor's impression."
Animusfia sighed helplessly, and then continued:
"After all, a professor like you, who is definitely a senior scholar in medicine, chemistry, biology, or physics, suddenly one day told me that there is actually a 'magic' that only appears in movies in this world, right? For me, it still takes some time to get used to it.”
"Magic is not magic. There are only a handful of people in the world who truly master magic."
"For an outsider like me, it's pretty much it——"
"No, even if I did such a thing, you would only subconsciously suspect that this is an insect with human intervention - no, more simply, you would suspect that this is some kind of trick to fool people, right?"
The old man removed his left hand from the crutch and opened his withered palm. A silkworm grew rapidly on his palm, then formed a cocoon and emerged, and finally turned into a white moth with fluttering wings and flew into the sky. .
"So you don't know how to do magic, right? Then of course I won't be so suspicious."
"Are you saying this because you know me? I can't do 'magic'? No, it's precisely because I can use magic that I can do this kind of thing. In the end, magic is this kind of thing. It uses things that can be done originally. The other way of doing it just looks more amazing. Those things that are truly difficult to do, even a magician would never be able to achieve in his lifetime."
"Is it like a grand unified theory?"
"Well, compared to the ever-advancing science, since the end of the Age of Gods marked by the death of King Solomon, mystery has been constantly regressing. In my time, people who master magic can be called geniuses, although Not much, but not much. However, now, there are only a handful of existences left. In the future, someone will eventually discover the unified theory, right? But correspondingly, there will eventually be no one left who can master magic. .”
Animusfia looked at the moths fluttering in the air, thoughtfully.
"But will such technology really degrade? If the scale of the Magic Association is really as huge as the teacher said, do we still need to worry about the issue of technological obsolescence?"
"Of course technology will not age, but mystery will die. Unlike science, the basic theorems of the mysterious world are always changing. The magic of the Gods is still completely preserved by the Magic Association and other organizations. However, Changes in the general environment have made those things that can be called axioms of the mysterious world no longer valid.
Let me give you an example. If one day the friction suddenly disappears, and everyone can only move in circles even if they try their best to pace forward. Is there a future in such a world?
Mystery is that kind of world, but compared to disappearing suddenly, the friction in the mysterious world disappears slowly. Until now, all the external large source magic power has completely disappeared, and magicians can only rely on the neural circuits in their own bodies to convert life force into small source magic power.
And even that small source of magic power has degraded—no, disappeared—in my juniors and people like you. "
"Without circuits, is it impossible to use magic?"
"Is there no way to carry out industry without oil? The answer is of course no. However, you know better than me what industry without oil means, right? Mystery has no future."
The old man said with relief in a hoarse voice.
"Don't you feel guilty for leading me into an industry with no future like this?"
Animusfia asked slightly jokingly.
"There is always a future than what you are now, right? Although the current mystery has no future, the things it can do are still slightly more than science. At least some things that only exist in theory are not without practice. possible."
"Is it the practice of theory..."
Animusfia said thoughtfully.
"Let's stop chatting here. Get ready, the door to the magic world is about to open to you, kid."
