Atalante had no idea that Jack's Master had already used a Command Spell on her. Looking at the young girl Heroic Spirit—who could even be called a child—whose chest she had pierced, Atalante's eyebrows furrowed slightly. This was not a good experience. She, who wanted to create a world where children could live in peace, had now killed a child with her own hands.
"I'm sorry... I..."
Atalante wanted to say something more, but then she realized that no matter what she said at this moment, it could not change the fact that she had made the move. All words at this moment seemed extremely pale.
However, just at this moment, Jack, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly lifted her own body, at the same time twisting into an extremely bizarre posture. The entire Heroic Spirit's eyes were filled with the silence and pallor of death, yet also with a deep resentment and anger. "Why? Why did you kill us? Don't we have the right to live? It was like that back then, and it's like that now..."
With that, Jack opened her mouth. A large amount of mist emanated from her body, and the entire Heroic Spirit of Jack also seemed to become a part of this mist. Under the unwilling resentment and the Command Spell that was forcibly maintaining her life, this dense mist, as if a Reality Marble had been deployed, brought everyone to that era of the past—that brilliant era that yet concealed an unknown amount of hunger, cold, and hardship.
The dense smog, formed by the factory boom stirred up by the Industrial Revolution and the black smoke that was constantly emanating from the major factories, covered the entire city. Even in the daytime, it was as dark as if there were no sun, and it was somewhat unbearable.
The suffocating feeling brought by the dust and smoke made people involuntarily cover their mouths and slow their breathing. The sewage discharged by the Industrial Revolution and the not-yet-perfected sewer system made the entire city permeate with an indescribable stench, even with a hint of the smell of chemical reagents. Living in such an environment for a long time, even an adult would be in mortal danger.
Not to mention the abandoned children of that era. Aslan, when he was in his original world, had stayed in the tower with Merlin. Ever since documentaries had begun to rise in popularity, the two of them had watched quite a few about the development of Great Britain. In such an era, there were always a large number of workers who died from all sorts of diseases, or from overwork. The rich became richer, the poor became poorer. Even children had to go and work for the rich. It was not a rare event for them to lose a limb and become disabled because they were not skilled. A simple job like cleaning chimneys often caused casualties.
And for the children whose parents had died, or who were injured and disabled, those from better-off families might still be kept. Those from poor families would be abandoned in the streets and alleys after these children had the ability to fend for themselves. These children could only rely on begging and picking up trash to survive, and at the same time, the mortality rate was terrifyingly high. After these children grew up, only a small portion of them could get into a more normal job. Most of them could only do hard labor, just like their parents, dealing with danger all day long. If they had children, their children would very likely repeat the mistakes of their parents.
This was a problem with the system of Great Britain, and also a problem that was bound to appear in history. At that time, Aslan, who was in Avalon, had no way to intervene in the situation of Great Britain in that era. It was a pity that this world also did not have an existence like the Assassin organization in Assassin's Creed. Naturally, no one organized these children for training. Even if it was just to become a member of a violent organization, it should be much better than dying on the streets. People like Sherlock Holmes, who raised a street of children and had them gather information for him, were ultimately a minority.
Now, in such a Reality Marble-like environment, to re-experience such an era, Aslan was somewhat emotional. After all, the development of this world was no different from the development of his own world. In other words, purely in terms of that era... this was simply a replica.
Perhaps it was because Atalante had seriously injured Jack with her own hands, or because of the softness in her heart for children, she was not directly pulled into this environment. Instead, she recalled a short time she had spent on the Argo with the then-innocent Medea. That time when they had spoken of what kind of world they wanted, that time that had firmed their own long-cherished wishes and pursuits.
After recalling such a time, the mist instantly enveloped the area where Atalante was. Finally, one after another, the tragic experiences of children appeared around her. It was everything that the children who had formed the concept of "Jack the Ripper" had experienced.
Like a curse, Atalante covered her forehead with her hands. This was simply torture. Atalante's spirit was rapidly collapsing under such torture. Looking at the resentment of these children, Atalante's consciousness was already completely enveloped by the desire to save these children. It was simply like a computer-altering virus or a Trojan horse.
A black aura enveloped Atalante's forehead.
One after another, children stared at her with resentful eyes. This was something Atalante absolutely could not bear. At this moment, because of this resentment, she could only constantly apologize.
These children also have the right to live.It is precisely because they were not born well, did not live well, that perhaps in their short lives, they never experienced what is called warmth. Such thoughts had already completely occupied Atalante's mind. There's still time!
As long as she saved that white-haired assassin in this illusion, saved that child, she should be able to prevent that child's death, right? She had to hurry!!
"Wait for me! I will save you!"
Atalante narrowed her eyes and made a choice. She would save that pitiful child!
If one were to look closely, at this very moment, Atalante's entire body was faintly filled with a strange aura, just as if she were possessed by a vengeful spirit. Most importantly, Jack was not an ordinary vengeful spirit. To be influenced so deeply by Jack, Atalante was probably beyond saving.
Of course, it wasn't just Aslan and Atalante who had encountered this. The others were the same. Those who were a little calmer would stand still. Those who were a little more indifferent would not be affected. However, Mordred and Frankenstein, who were born here, were still wandering the entire street according to their own will. This City of Mist was perhaps a bit familiar to Fran, but for Mordred, it was a completely strange world.