By the time they left the great cathedral, it was almost noon.
In the human world, this was typically a time for eating.
But fairies did not need to eat, and neither Aurora nor Alberon considered the matter, so after their conversation ended, Aurora did not detain Reiger and his companions any further, leading Alberon to suggest they set off immediately, making every second count.
This caused Altoria, who knew Reiger’s true identity, to look at him with concern, and she even quietly asked him if he wanted to find an opportunity to have a meal.
Reiger did not take up the offer.
Primarily because he could also use magic to sustain himself, so eating was really of no concern to him.
While in Camelot, Reiger had relied on magic to fast, and thus the fairies in the royal palace had not suspected that he was human.
It was, however, Morgan who every few days would have food sent to Reiger, claiming it was to let him try something new, yet Reiger always felt that the witch did that considering he was human.
This meant that Morgan indeed knew that Reiger was not the child of prophecy, knew that he was not a fairy.
Aside from Altoria and Morgan knowing that Reiger was human, probably only the strange Beryl could have seen through Reiger’s real identity immediately and told Tristan about it.
Although Alberon was a servant representing pan-human history, he still had not seen through Reiger’s identity, had not discovered that he was human.
Under such circumstances, Reiger did not mind concealing his identity a bit longer and continued to maintain his state through magic.
Thus, Reiger, Altoria, and Alberon left the grand cathedral together, even leaving Salisbury and reached the plains outside.
"[Second-tier Monster Summoning]."
As Reiger’s voice chanting magic resonated, an array appeared on the plains, from which a white, eight-legged horse emerged and came before them.
"[High-order Tool Creation]."
Reiger proceeded with creation magic to fabricate a carriage, connecting it to the eight-legged horse.
A luxurious carriage thus came into being, which astonished Alberon as he marveled at it.
"Is this your magic? It looks quite marvelous!"
As he said this, Alberon had already shrunk, transforming into a small figure, and rode upon a moth named Blanca.
"...I am a magician too."
Altoria muttered on the side.
When the three of them left the great cathedral, Aurora had suggested that if they lacked transportation, she could arrange mounts for them.
Yet, Reiger had declined this proposal.
He could create a carriage with his magic and did not really need anyone else to prepare the transportation.
So, the trio directly left Salisbury and entered the southern plains.
It was the first time Alberon saw Reiger using magic and he was somewhat curious.
However, having seen Reiger demonstrate his magical prowess several times, Altoria just mumbled for a while before turning to Alberon.
"By the way, where are we going next?"
Since it was Alberon who had suggested they accelerate their movements, Reiger and Altoria had not yet asked what his plan was.
"Of course, to find our comrades."
Alberon replied promptly.
"Comrades?" Altoria was initially startled, then quickly sensed, "Do you mean the forces opposing the queen that Aurora mentioned?"
The King’s Clan in the north, the Sheffield rebels, and the Round Table army in Lentinion, those resisting Queen’s forces could indeed be considered their comrades.
As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and since Altoria had already accepted the help from Aurora and Alberon, she did not mind having more allies.
However, Alberon shook his head.
"No, not them," he said. "Though we need to try to recruit them as well, the comrades I speak of are much more special."
"Special...comrades?" Altoria tilted her head and asked, "Who are they?"
Before Alberon had a chance to respond, Reiger suddenly spoke up.
"Are they from Chaldea?"
At this, both Altoria and Alberon were taken aback.
Question marks already hovered above Altoria’s tilted head.
"You know of Chaldea’s existence?"
Alberon looked at Reiger in surprise.
"Somewhat," Reiger nodded and said lightly, "The organization for the preservation of human order in pan-human history, I’ve long admired their renown."
In pan-human history, there exists a special organization not interfered with by any country.
It is a research institute.
It is also an observatory, an observatory.
This agency protects human history by intervening in potential civilizational threats that magic alone cannot fully elucidate and that science alone cannot evaluate, gathering experts from various fields, regardless of magic or science.
This is the human order preservation agency—"Chaldea."
To Reiger, Chaldea was indeed renowned.
For, this agency was the organization where the protagonist of the original story resided, and it was a major stage where many important stories in this world unfolded.