After making contact with the Servant Bartholomew Roberts dispatched from Proper Human History, Shiomi determined that Hestia Island was largely safe and no immediate concern. He then sent the coordinates to the Storm Border waiting offshore.
After receiving Shiomi's report and the coordinates, the Storm Border began maneuvering along the island, heading toward the coastline near the village on Hestia Island.
Bartholomew, meanwhile, was called away by the villagers to help with their labor.
The condition for him staying behind in the village to wait for Chaldea was that he would work as a "porter," helping the villagers with transport and heavy lifting.
Since he had already spoken with them in advance, Chaldea was allowed to dock temporarily and remain ashore for the time being. What happened afterward would depend on how negotiations with the villagers went. Fortunately, Shiomi and the others had no intention of staying for long.
"But still, if the point in time of this Lostbelt corresponds to the year 2017 AD…"
After Bartholomew left, Morgan and Olga Marie stepped out of the tavern and walked along the village road toward the coast, discussing the situation on the island as they went.
"If the rule of gods continues, human history cannot move forward," Morgan said calmly. "Even if it achieves a certain kind of prosperity, it wouldn't be prosperity that belongs to humanity. This peaceful, abundant appearance paired with the preservation of ancient customs is the most obvious sign of that."
"Now that you put it that way…"
Olga Marie nodded, understanding.
Back in the Fairy Kingdom, she had seen something similar. Although there were no longer any gods there, that false island still maintained an environment equivalent to the Age of Gods. At the time, she hadn't been able to investigate it properly.
Later, after learning more about Britannia's history, she found herself feeling a strange sense of relief mixed with regret.
As these thoughts crossed her mind, she noticed something else.
"Wait… Lady Morgan, didn't the Professor come out with us?"
"My husband went off in another direction when we left the tavern," Morgan replied, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Judging by the movement of his Mana, we should run into him once we reach the far end of the village."
Olga Marie couldn't help but smile wryly.
"Putting aside why the teacher would wander off on his own… Lady Morgan, when you were on pilgrimage together in the Fairy Kingdom, did you ever suddenly lose track of each other like this and have to rely on Mana detection to find him?"
"That never happened."
Being asked about those pilgrimage years was rare. Even Scáthach and the others seldom brought it up. Morgan paused for a moment, then let out a relaxed, nostalgic smile.
"Back then, my husband was always at my side. Neither of us ever went anywhere outside the other's sight."
"Always?"
Olga Marie found that hard to picture.
"Well, Britannia was… a special case," Morgan said with a soft laugh.
Those days were long past now. Looking back, only a faint warmth remained. Pain or hardship, no matter what it was, had all felt insignificant with him there.
"Then why can he slip away so quietly now?" Olga Marie asked.
"Because he knows I'm not so fragile that I need him following me every step of the way," Morgan replied unhurriedly. "This village isn't even that big. It hardly counts as getting separated. Besides, my husband is sensing our Mana as well."
She didn't mention the damage compensation ritual, but even without knowing that, the situation left Olga Marie with a feeling she couldn't quite put into words.
Unreserved trust and understanding, and the love that fuses them together.
So many elements tangled together that it was no longer possible to clearly separate them with words.
"It's really complicated," Olga Marie murmured.
"It only looks complicated. Once you experience it for yourself…" Morgan rested a hand over her chest. "It all feels perfectly natural. Nothing surprising about it at all."
"Is that so…"
There was a trace of longing in Olga Marie's eyes.
As they chatted, the two of them made their way back to the spot where they had first entered the village. There, they noticed a tent with pale-colored textiles hanging at its entrance.
Light purple, pale blue, soft pink.
Judging by the quality of the dyeing alone, it was no worse than modern techniques from Proper Human History.
Saying that Habetrot would definitely be interested, Morgan went inside with Olga Marie.
The villagers, already aware that a "porter" had arrived, showed no particular surprise.
"A loom? What materials are these made from?" Morgan asked, casually running her fingers over a piece of fabric and finding its texture subtly unusual.
"It's a mixture of birch bark and Theos Klironomia," the female villager inside the textile shop explained.
"Theos…?" Olga Marie tilted her head, finding the name unfamiliar.
Morgan, on the other hand, showed a look of understanding. "It's ancient Greek. Theos means 'god,' and Klironomia means inheritance. Put together, it comes out to something like 'the inheritance of the gods.'"
Her voice was low, meant only for Olga Marie to hear.
"Eh? You even know ancient Greek?" Olga Marie asked, surprised and impressed.
"Just a little. I enjoy reading when I have free time, languages included," Morgan replied with an easy smile, as if it were nothing worth mentioning. "Both my studies in Fuyuki and London are filled with all kinds of books."
"So these fabrics are made by blending birch bark fibers with that Klironomiá?" Olga Marie frowned. "No wonder the texture feels so unique."
Her voice was slightly louder than Morgan's, and the female villager overheard her.
"Yes. It can regulate temperature and has been treated to resist blades. Even if Magical Beasts attack, it won't suffer much damage," the woman added.
Her tone was casual, as though she were talking about ordinary everyday clothing.
Olga Marie, however, was shocked all over again.
Automatic temperature regulation, resistance to blades, and durability even against Magical Beast attacks.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say this fabric was exactly the kind of Mystic Code material many Magi dreamed of.
"No wonder it looks soft but doesn't feel fragile at all," Morgan said with interest. "Once StormBorder arrives, should we buy some and have clothes made for everyone in Chaldea?"
Olga Marie thought it over.
"With something this tough, wouldn't it be hard on Miss Habertrot?"
"If she finds unfamiliar fabrics interesting, I doubt we could stop her even if we tried," Morgan said with a small laugh.
"But they don't even accept gold as currency here," Olga Marie sighed, her shoulders drooping. "We might have no choice but to trade food or labor instead."
"We'll decide once everyone gets here. My husband is coming around from the other side of the village."
With that, Morgan set down the fabric she had been holding and turned toward the exit of the textile shop.