Friedrich Wolff was sleeping blissfully in his bed in the hotel room, he had no idea that there had been a battle between two Servants in Regent's Park. He felt a cold breeze on his neck, covered himself with the blanket but was now disturbed and could no longer fall asleep, turned on the light and went to the window to check that there were no drafts. It was perfectly closed and passing his hand over the edge he didn't even feel a breath of air, so what had caused that strange breeze?
Friedrich made his way to the living room but at that moment he realized that for some strange reason a picture on the wall was slightly tilted to the right. He put it straight and at that moment he saw a hand sticking out of the wall, this grabbed his head and slammed it against the glass of the picture. Friedrich fell to the ground and saw this hooded man who looked like a Jesuit monk come out of the wall.
« I guess that you are a Servant! »
« Perceptive. »
Friedrich immediately got up from the ground and ran into the living room, chased by Assassin who threw several daggers, always missing the target slightly. Specter appeared before Friedrich:
« Specter, we have a problem! »
« Move, now I'll take care of him. »
A blade came out of Specter's hand but it passed through Assassin, the girl was surprised but then another blade came out of a finger of the same hand and this time Assassin ran away to avoid being hit.
Specter, smiling, said:
« I understand. »
Specter attempted to attack Assassin but he escaped by leaving the apartment. Specter thought of chasing him but Friedrich stopped her:
« It doesn't matter, let's avoid fighting in this place. I don't want any civilian
casualties. »
« As you wish, Master. »
January 28, 2021 - Day 2
The next morning Friedrich was already at work to try to find out what Assassin's identity was, Specter appeared behind him while he was sitting on the sofa reading history books.
« Discovered something, Master? »
« No, still nothing. So far, that Assassin remains simply Casper's "ugly brother." »
« Casper? »
« Forget it, it was just a joke. I have no idea who he is. »
« I bet you will find out sooner or later, Master. »
« Specter, I have a question. »
« Really? »
Specter jumped on the sofa and lay down resting her head on Friedrich's legs, he asked her:
« Can Nidhoggr really be the Ouroboros? »
« They have similarities but I can't tell you if they are the same thing. In the world that transcends yours, matter is like water, everything mixes and nothing is defined. There are many worlds, many universes where possible combinations of matter are implemented in different ways and in varied times. You know the Root? »
« Yes. It's what every magus would like to see. The source of true magical power. »
« That's only a milligram of the possibilities of Being. The Root is something unique and unrepeatable for humans but for me and a divinity the Root is only a fragment of a set of probabilities that repeat themselves indefinitely. »
« Forgive me, I can't follow you, these are complicated things. » Friedrich said, stunned.
« Being is the basis of everything. But what is "everything"? "Everything" is that which is divided into defined and indefinite. Matter and not matter. You are definite matter, and the Root is devoid of matter. But it's a fragment of the immaterial world. »
« How vast is this immaterial world? »
« The only way you have to measure it it's in probability. Imagine having a hand capable of rolling a thousand six-sided dice at a time, the number of possible combinations equals one millionth of the total size of the immaterial world. But the combinations increase with the increase of the dice and these increase because the Being is always in motion and always produces something new. »
« So, going back to the previous question ... »
« You can only speculate about the connection between Nidhoggr and Ouroboros. »
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| Friedrich Wolff and Specter by Bikowolf |
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