Chapter 563

It’s been a while since I’ve been back home.

Well, technically, I was back home when dropping off Arcueid, which wasn’t that long ago. But I meant really being home, not just stopping by for a few minutes and hopping back to my birth world.

Admittedly, I don’t spend much time here.

Frankly, if it weren’t for Gramps and Lucretia, I wouldn’t even be coming back, most likely. Except for the rare cases of Rin or Artoria, or perhaps even Medea and Kuzuki wanting help with something. I just simply didn’t have much here to keep my current attention.

Comparatively, there was much more going back in my birth world that needed handling.

Even ignoring the war and the cleanup that follows, there are a lot of things going on in the background that I’m a part of.

Still need to handle the Holy Relics. Still need to keep an eye on that Khaos Brigade, especially due to the whole mess surrounding Pandora’s Box.

Lots to do.

Still, it felt nice to be back home for a bit. I just wandered down the halls of the Mage’s Association.

No one stopped me. Not because I was some known big shot—I don’t think I was around enough for people to immediately point me out and know who I was. Maybe, given a few moments, their memories might be jogged based on my previous times here. However, very few people gave me recognized looks as I passed them.

Likewise, if you were here, no one was going to assume you weren’t supposed to be here. There were already so many checks and blocks for unintended people that it was just assumed that everyone here was allowed.

The damage from Arcueid’s little rampage was already cleaned up too.

I came to the large courtyard where the ‘fight’ happened, and there wasn’t any indication there had been a fight here now.

Good thing it was later at night so people weren’t really around. While most Magi don’t have the best sleep schedules, they’re usually hunkered down in their workshops in the later hours anyways.

I didn’t linger outside, though. My little trip down memory lane only held my attention for a few minutes before I wandered back towards Zelretch’s home. 

It opened as normal; I was already registered to the Bounded Fields and other defenses. I could have just ported in, but there was a certain sense of politeness, since I was out and about walking.

It’s like, if you’re a guest at someone’s house and you leave and come back, you would probably knock rather than just barging in even though you’re welcome.

The door creaked open before I even reached for it.

“Welcome home!” Lucretia’s voice rang out cheerfully, her head poking out from around the frame. She looked like she was in the middle of something, sleeves rolled up, hair tied back in a braid. She gave off a very…housewife vibe. “Perfect timing!”

“Perfect timing for what?” I asked, stepping inside and shutting the door behind me.

Zelretch emerged from deeper in the house, a teacup in hand. “An argument,” he said matter-of-factly. “A very important one.”

Lucretia rolled her eyes. “Tell your grandfather he’s being a stubborn fool.”

“I am not!” Zelretch vehemently denied it.

I admit, it was a little strange seeing the old man so…emotive in a nonsensical way. Like the usual sternness of his wasn’t there, even when he was being casual.

Though, it wasn’t a bad look either.

“I am never petty,” Zelretch declared with mock outrage. “I am vindictive, methodical, and—most importantly—correct.”

He said that, and I raised my hand up to protest. “You wanna repeat that first one?”

Lucretia smiled brightly. “He is an authority. Feel free to try and argue that one.” She gestured for him to continue.

Zelretch huffed indignantly. “Alright, I freely admit I can be very petty when I’m annoyed.”

I nodded. “So that’s where I get it from.”

“Oh, shush, you.” Zelretch snorted. “Settle this argument for us, though.”

I raised a brow. “What am I walking into?”

They both turned toward me, both equally refusing to budge.

“Settle this for us,” Lucretia said, grabbing my wrist and dragging me into the living room. “Tell Zelretch that it is perfectly reasonable to want to dunk cookies in hot chocolate.”

Zelretch scoffed. “Cookies—biscuits since I’m a proper Englishman—belong in tea or coffee. Cocoa is too thick. It ruins the integrity of the dunk.”

“....” I looked between them. “Seriously?”

“It’s important.” Lucretia crossed her arms. “We’ve been arguing about this for a week now.”

“Actually, I’m with Gramps here.” I added my two cents.

“Hah!”

“Well, he’s you, so he also is wrong by default.” Lucretia pouted.

“Bah! It’s logical!”

Truly, this is a topic of conversation that requires the vast magical genius of them both to contemplate. “It completely ruins the cookie. If you have chocolate chip or any chocolate-related cookies, it’s pointless because they’re already chocolate. If you use a different type of cookie, it’s ruined because they were made not to be chocolate, or it overpowers the original flavor of the cookie.” I felt compelled to join in.

“Exactly!” Zelretch nodded along.

“You both are stupid!” Lucretia threw her hands up and ‘stomped’ out of the room.

She wasn’t actually mad; she was just putting on a show.

“Hmph, she just can’t handle our refined palate.”

“Not everyone is as blessed as us.” I agreed.

A burst of wind flew out from the other room she was in, and the nearby couch pillows were lifted up and smacked us both in the face.

They were pillows, so there was no force or pain or anything, obviously.

Zelretch just chuckled and gestured for me to join in as he sat down, and I took the seat across from him.

“You two seem to be getting along well.” I relaxed in my seat.

Zelretch’s demeanor changed; he went back to his normal tone and stoicism he usually portrays. “It’s been pleasant. The place doesn’t feel empty anymore.”

I knew that feeling all too well; he didn’t need to explain it any further.

I’m glad that Gramps and she are doing well with their own relationship.

“So, my dear grandson. What do you need help with?”

“I figured I’d ask about the Mystic Eye Auction that had been brought up a few times now. Both you and Queenie had been nudging me towards it. Not to mention, a certain Dead Apostle last time mentioned a very particular set of eyes.”

“Ah, that.” Zelretch tapped his chin. “What do you know about the Rail Zeppelin?”

I let out a breath and closed my eyes for a moment, trying to recall any inherited memories of that thing.

“A magic train.”

“Well done.” Zelretch deadpanned.

“Honestly, it wouldn’t be the first magic train I’ve ridden on.” I realized it offhandedly. “Is it weird that magic trains seem to be a thing in multiple places?”

I think even Zelretch sort of lost himself in thought when I raised that question.

“Anyways.” I carried on. “From what I recall, it’s literally a Magic Train. But to be more specific, it uses the Leylines as tracks, basically. It can essentially maneuver through other worlds—forgotten realms—and I recall rumors that it could even get to the Reverse Side if it wanted. I vaguely recall some information about the original creator and owner being a Dead Apostle?”

Zelretch nodded along. “Those are some of the important bits. The original owner was a Dead Apostle—a superior one. Or an Ancestor if you wanted to point at a different world-line where that’s a prevalent status. However, Miss Touko Aozaki had a conflict with her that ended with the Dead Apostle disappearing and the Train being destroyed. Some years ago, it was repaired, and new staff took over.”

“Interesting, but not wholly relevant to me.” I responded. 

Zelretch shrugged. “Truthfully, there’s not much you would appreciate there. You’re not the type of person who would find use for Mystic Eyes normally.”

He was right; I’m not the type that would willingly go for Mystic Eyes, mostly. If someone offered me Rainbow Rank Mystic Eyes, it would be hard to reject them. But I generally don’t want to trade out my own eyes for someone else’s.

But most Magi don’t have those qualms. They'd happily tear out their own eyes if they had Mystic Eyes to replace them without a second thought.

“And you have no idea who’s going to be there?” I asked him again.

Zelretch shook his head. “While the invitations are a bit…exclusive, they’re also not rare. And they don’t have rules against selling or giving them away. As long as you show up with an invitation, they’ll let you in.”

Right, so there’s almost no way to actually know then.

“Have you been before? I don’t have any memories of it in particular other than some vague recollection of its existence.”

Zelretch smiled lightly, looking nostalgic. “I was there on its ‘maiden voyage’ a long time ago. I also appeared a second time, some time after that, but likewise a long time ago. From what I understand, the format hasn’t really changed. The main attraction is, of course, the Mystic Eye Auction held by the train operators themselves.”

“Main attraction, meaning there are other benefits of going.” I caught his terminology.

“Indeed. While they only support and back their own auction, over the years, before the Mystic Eye auction kicks off in full, they usually let the guests form their own impromptu auction amongst themselves. It’s a sort of tradition at this point. And the nature of the train makes it more difficult for outside forces to ambush or attack any ‘winners’ while they disembark. Though, you still have to worry about fellow passengers. Don’t mistake the exclusive nature of it as being safe.”

Well, safe is relative. I doubt anything there could threaten me. I don’t want to be overly arrogant, but I’m fairly confident.

For most there, I could guess that it might be a dangerous experience if you’re not prepared. But then again, that’s not saying much considering the life that most Magi live.

Though, I had one thought. “But wouldn’t them having their ‘own auction’ sort of defeat the purpose of them going? I mean, if they waste their money on something else, why even go to the Mystic Eye auction when that’s the whole point?”

“Part of the game.” Zelretch smiled. “If one of the fellow passengers can entice someone to spend their money or resources, they not only lower their spending power but also amplify their own. Merely another level of intrigue when it comes to such a gathering.”

Huh, yeah, I didn’t think of that right away.

It makes sense.

“Though, it’s mostly some rare oddities or trinkets that get traded around during that time. Realistically, no one going there is going to break their bank on the smaller things beforehand, even if they buy everything out.”

I nodded again.

Magi are generally filthy rich, at least the types to show up for a Mystic Eye auction. “Sounds like fun, though.”

“I’m glad you feel that way. I looked into the supposed ‘Mystic Eyes of Providence’ that the Burial Agency member mentioned last time.” Zelretch continued onwards.

“Anything concerning?”

“The concern is that I haven't found anything.” Zelretch said pointedly. “It’s concerning because all I have are what everyone else heard, literally rumors. And I couldn’t pinpoint the source of the rumors themselves.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Curious.”

“Curious indeed.” He shared my sentiment. “All I know is that the Eyes have been called Mystic Eyes of Providence and that the Church is sending a team to acquire them.”

“So they essentially lent credibility to the name just by making a big commotion. It sounds rather planned at this point.” I could see a trap and/or a scheme like this with my eyes closed.

“Of course, everyone with sense knows that whoever did this did it on purpose. The Church, however, couldn’t not show up as they are.”

Yeah, it was a ‘trap’ they had to willingly walk into regardless. Not that it would be overly detrimental to them in the first place. Someone just schemed to use their name to amp up the hype and anticipation, most likely.

Pretty smart. I wonder who did it.

They’re definitely on the Church’s shit list now, but that’s fairly easy to accomplish regardless.

“Are you worried it’s not something small?” I asked him, possibly guessing his thoughts.

He gave a small, curt nod. “The thought has bounced around my head, I admit. Since you’re already going, I’m fine just leaving it to you.”

“Rin said you tried to pawn it off on her awhile ago.”

Zelretch chuckled. “It’s very easy to get her to do my busywork or chores if I call it a ‘learning experience’ or ‘training.’ Unfortunately, she had a good excuse this time, and I’m helpless.” 

I chuckled too; that sounds exactly like what he would normally do.

“I’ll hand it over, no big deal.” I waved it off easily.

Zelretch took out the invitation and slid it onto the table between us. “As long as you have that and your guest additions aren’t too many, they won’t stop you.”

“Oh wow.” I picked it up. “This is actual gold inlaid in the thing; how unnecessarily decadent.”

“You know how these sorts are.”

Yeah, opulence was just a way to brag to everyone else. 

I didn’t understand it. I mean, I most certainly have a taste for the finer things in life; just look at my clothes. But I also believe firmly that elegance comes from simplicity. I don’t wear gaudy jewelry or watches or anything like that. Nor do I flaunt my wealth in such a trashy way.

If I’m going to flaunt my wealth, it’s going to be something like buying a giant statue of Godzilla made of gold and putting it at the entrance of my house that also doubles as a golem to attack intruders.

You know, normal things.

“Wait, is the auction tomorrow?” I looked at the invitation.

Zelretch blinked. “Did…you not know that? I thought that’s why you turned up now.”

“...yeah, I completely knew that.” I said steadily.

Gramps let out a sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Thanks, Gramps, I’ll take care of everything.” I said, pocketing the invitation. “Any care about who I bring with me?”

He shrugged. “Do what you want.”

Don’t mind if I do!

I took out my Kaleidophone and sent out a message to everyone to see who wanted to come, explaining the context. It was a small thing; I wasn’t in danger, and I didn’t need help, but I was happy to have anyone tag along for a sort of date.

After a few moments, I got a response. I was surprised but happy all the same!

@***@

You know what makes handling a harem and group of friends and family easy? Being able to navigate the times between world-lines to my favor.

I opened a portal, holding my hand out politely.

“Oh my, what a gentleman.” Venelana took my hand, stepping out. She wasn’t wearing her normal clothes; she was now wearing a dress that she would wear to a soiree. Not something over-the-top elegant, but tasteful and shows that she dressed up.

She expressed a desire to see my home more and such.

And also, she was happy for the ‘date.’

She wasn’t the only one either.

Salem also stepped out, and even if she didn’t express herself the same way, there was that faint hint of gratitude and happiness with the gesture.

She too dressed up slightly, similar to what she wore when we had our date during the gathering at the Clock Tower months ago.

Apparently, while they were still together over in that other world with Shield, they had both agreed to join me for the ‘date.’

I don’t know what happened just yet, but suffice to say, it seems like they’re getting along well.

“Ladies.” I said happily. “I hope you’ve had fun together.”

Venelana smiled brightly. “Oh, it was certainly exciting! I haven't had much opportunity to ‘travel’ with everyone yet, so I’m still riding that high.”

Salem, despite her usual self, smiled lightly. “It was…pleasant.”

“I’m glad you both came.” I spoke. “Did anything fun happen over there?”

“Other than seeing the sights, nothing overly exciting.” Venelana replied. “The humans there were very nice; they didn’t even seem to care that I wasn’t human. Though I never told them I was a devil. Their contracts were very…generous in Salem’s benefit. They seemed desperate enough that they didn’t even argue when I made some changes.”

Salem didn’t say anything to add on, just nodded slightly.

“Do either of you need to be brought up to speed, or was my brief explanation enough?” I asked them as they both seemed content to take one of my arms each as we began walking down the street.

“Hmm, magic train, magic eyes auction. Other things are being auctioned.” Venelana said playfully. “Anything else? I’ve been around magicians before and been to plenty of auctions. I’m also no stranger to dangerous situations, so I don’t particularly need anything else unless it becomes important.”

“I’ll happily explain any questions you have.” I replied. “Salem?”

“No need, I am familiar with most of the concepts here, and I have experienced similar situations in the far past. I am curious, and my interest is piqued at the items for sale.”

“I brought some things that I think people will be interested in buying or trading; maybe I’ll pick up some souvenirs for Milicas.” Venelana giggled. 

It was a little abrupt; they had some small amount of time to prepare, but it’s not like I gave them several days.

However, they were told that beyond ‘money’ they would accept things of value or barter. For Magi, bartering was often preferable to paying in cash.

Regardless, I could probably pay for anything they’d want, but I know both of them enough at this point to know that they would feel more comfortable handling that on their own.

We didn’t have to walk far; the train was actually here in London.

One of the many entrances around the world.

We approached a more… dilapidated district, and any people on the streets had far thinned to the point where no one else was around.

Salem reached out, and her finger pressed against something invisible. With a tiny bit of effort, a pulse of Magical Energy manifested outward, and it revealed the near-invisible nature of a Bounded Field over almost an entire block.

Without hesitation, I led them inside, and the scenery changed rather quickly. While it looked like an old warehouse on the outside, inside, there was a train waiting. Steam and smoke wafted off it in various places, and the Magical Energy inside was significantly higher as the thing seemed to just breathe out mana.

Salem looked even more interested, while Venelana just seemed curious more as a ‘tourist’ than as an ‘academic’ compared to Salem.

It was a fun little contrast between the two of them.

Funny enough, this ‘train station’ didn’t lead to anywhere. It looked like someone had just cut out the train station and pasted it into the middle of a city block.

“Ticket, sir.” There was a single man waiting, right at the door of the train, dressed as a conductor.

He had a dark look under his eyes and looked very no-nonsense.

I took out the invitation, handing it to him. He looked at it for a moment and cast a spell on it. Then, silently, he moved out of the way and gestured for us to come on board.

I stepped up first, then offered my hand to both my ladies, as one should. 

I then took a look at the insides. The immediate room was large—magically expanded because there’s no way this space would fit in a train compartment.

There were tables and seats and even a bar at the far end before it connected to other train cars.

Most importantly, there were other people.

Many I recognized, many I didn’t.

But one person in particular grabbed my attention.

A girl with familiar white hair. A girl who now I had given my hat to back at Chaldea.

Olga Marie Animusphere was sitting with her own people. The Olga of this world, that is.

And there was one big distinction between them.

This Olga was tiny.

She was still a child.

Tiny Olga.

I was going to take so many pictures.

@****@

A/N

Starting the short Mystic Eye auction arc. As always, everything will go completely as planned :V.