(Note: Credit goes to the original video poster. I am just merely providing a translation)
...Even if you had forgotten about me.
...I will surely never forget you.
Marseille Offshore Academia.
He's heard of that name many times before.
It was said to be a large-scale testing ground for the Golden King Rosenkreuz, one of the legendary executives.
It was a place to carry out the core plan's second phase.
Simultaneously.
It was also a production plant for loyal pledgers of the Society.
And. Ostensibly.
It was an advanced Academia for nurturing remarkable Scholars.
A stateless university that attracts students from all over the world.
Yet, it was quite a letdown to see it as a genocidal garden.
It was a calm city.
For a mid-sized city, its water and air pollutions were low.
The expressions of passing-by Students were generally happy.
It had to have been a joke.
He wondered if he was even dreaming...
It had already been a month since he arrived for his mission when he felt this sort of feeling.
MacGregor Mathers was sitting alone overlooking the Academia in the morning.
Was this still a facility controlled by the Society?
Officially, it claims its integrity as a school that does not belong to any organization.
Indeed. There were signs of a large-scale suggestive camouflage put in place.
However, it was extremely thin.
Its only effect was "accepting the existence of Art"...
It could have been anything else like a Engine-type food production factory.
A reeducation site in Northern Central Kadath.
Or even a large brainwashing park of the Society.
He was thinking of something cold.
But what could it be?
He had gone over the materials many times now.
But there was nothing secretive of the sorts in the documents.
Though it was common practice, he didn't believe that was it.
What sort of place was this?
It had a calm atmosphere.
There was the students. A city of a hundred thousand students.
Except for that spire...
That's it. The tower. The spire.
It's name was Château d'If.
It was the cradle of the Golden King Rosenkreuz.
The Rose's Throne from which they gaze and rule upon all of the Academia.
The Golden King was surely watching all over the man-made island from there.
He had finally come this far to get here.
The only thing was left was how the young man can proceed without him noticing.
Already, the insane Lightning King has been released from his Time Prison and arrived here.
And yes.
There was that girl too...
That girl had also arrived here.
She had unknowingly accepted the Rose's invitation.
Initially, she had come here as a second-grade student.
Then, she was saved by the Lightning King.
Everything was going according to plan.
Everything had remained as planned by His Excellency the Golden King.
Killing everyone who would become his anchor.
With the last remaining girl taking the invitation, the Golden King would use her as "bait" to lure the Lightning King in.
June, 1908.
The Core Plan was steadily progressing.
And...
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Especially in the morning...
There was less foot traffic around here.
The Old Embassy Lane...
Back then, this was a lane where embassies of various countries would line up when the Academia used to conduct diplomacy.
It had been long since they refused diplomacy.
Thus, the cluster of mansions around here was supposed to be completely deserted.
Currently, two students enrolled were in one of them.
One of them was Nikola Tesla.
He established a new enigmatic club called the Speculative Detective Club, to which he even got the Governing Council to approve it.
The Old British Embassy serves as the club's facility.
He nominated for it, and managed to obtain it.
In other words, he got a mansion in the Old British Embassy.
The Old British Embassy.
Currently, its name was the Speculative Detective Club residence...
The other occupant was a female student.
Namely, she was the assistant to Nikola Tesla, the head of the Speculative Detective Club.
She was an anchor that connects Nikola Tesla.
The girl who was supposed to be the last one.
The Lightning King had become a phantom-like existence.
He was merely a shadow that walks at the end of the world.
Thus, an anchor was required.
Without an anchor, the Lightning King Nikola Tesla cannot exist in base reality.
This was the greatest weakness for the demon who wields lightning.
That was the girl.
A first-year student who started living in that mansion.
She was one of the few who "remembers" the Lightning King.
Though there exists others, which includes the scale of possibility for all of the others gathered at the Academia...
After all, that girl was what would certainly be called as that anchor.
In that sense, all that needed to be done was to kill that girl.
That was sufficient.
As far as the memories and thoughts of others goes, Nikola Tesla would vanish in a few years.
No longer would he become the Golden King's enemy.
However, the Gold did not want to do just that.
They wanted to completely erase everything.
The possibilities of the hundred thousand who have gathered together at the Academia.
The people who were previously involved with Nikola Tesla.
Dependents. Relatives. Young people. All of it.
Not just the girl, but so too the hundred thousand students will be killed.
That was the Golden King's plan.
He...
A senior agent belonging to the Great Society.
At this time, MacGregor Mathers was currently looking at the mansion with a sense of determination in his heart.
That girl, as well as the hundred thousand students, will all be killed as part of the second phase of the Golden King's core plan.
Whether he would support or go against it, however...
In truth.
He was lost up until this moment.
The Society was very powerful.
And the Golden King Rosenkreuz was a literal monster.
Were he to fight that thing, the Abramelin Equation would not work.
Firstly, he would not be able to win. He would perish.
It's not he wasn't afraid of death.
That was something he had already prepared for in this scenario.
Following his departure from his home in Austria, he plunged himself deep into the darkness of the Society where he obtained the Abramelin Equation from...
It was all for this moment.
To prevent the plan from being carried out in the Academia.
Four years of training had brought him close to death.
Following that, he had been working on this for three years while deceiving innocent people over and over.
Everything was to get here.
But, in the end, some hesitation lingered.
He didn't confuse that for being afraid of death.
He had already made up his mind in casting it aside.
He had made a large number of them for his determination.
What he was afraid of is his confusion of what comes after...
He was afraid that he'd accomplish nothing in the end with his life.
He had wondered of the end becoming meaningless.
Yes, he had thought about it.
It's why he was afraid. He was lost. He was confused.
The Society reigned on the other side of the world, being so mighty and unparalleled.
That's something he had come to realize over the last few years.
And...
Beyond his enhanced sight.
He sees the front door to the Old Embassy opened up.
He wasn't looking at it from up close.
He can see it from here, but they couldn't see him from the other side.
By his calculation, this was outside of Nikola Tesla's normal awareness field.
Thus, he couldn't be able to see him from the other side.
Only he was able to see them.
Yes, he caught sight of them.
He could see them...
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...Neon Scalar Smilja.
The Lightning King's last anchor.
A survivor of the Smilja's, which was destroyed by the Golden King.
That day. That time.
The girl with the radiant smile by the lakeside.
The girl from the Smilja Mansion.
Her current appearance was the moment he'd seen her for the first time.
This was different. It was completely different from the low-quality seal-engraved photo he saw.
The girl in the stamped photo for student registration had terribly dark eyes and a cruel, gloomy face.
But now...
...That smile...
...It was more radiant than it was from that time and day...
...It was even more beautiful...
"Master."
There was no way he could hear that voice.
However, it certainly came.
Something resonated with him.
From Neon Scalar's lips that had grown beautifully.
From Neon Scalar's voice that still radiated beautifully.
And then.
It had reached MacGregor Mathers heart.
That moment...
He had abandoned all fear.
He had abandoned all hesitation.
He had made his choice.
Just like that time by the lakeside.
His fate had further been made here.
I will protect that smile.
Yes, he unwaveringly swore.
Just like the words he heard before, Neon Scalar was beside that man.
In that case.
He would stick to what he had said before.
All so that smile would never vanish.
So that something gloomy and dark will never appear again.
For that, he will use his life.
He will play his role.
That is why he arrived at the Academia.
Wordlessly, he swore again.
To the girl with the bright smile...
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He was walking alone.
On the morning school route leading to the educational area.
MacGregor Mathers was walking opposite in the direction where the students were going to school.
His mouth was twisted upwardly, seemingly attempting to make it look like a smile.
Only then did he realized.
Come to think of it, when was the last time I tried to smile without acting?
It was the first time he had smiled in seven years.
From his heart...
"Meow."
A black cat came meowing at his feet.
Apparently, it didn't like the smile on his face.
Was he going to have a shark's smile at this rate?
Even now, he realized.
It just wasn't funny.
It seemed that he had come a long way without knowing it.
He exhales...
He lets out a mutter as he stared at the sky.
It was so no one else can hear his words.
To a voice that would only reach them.
To the smile that has been etched in the back of his mind for a while now.
To the radiance that will never fade.
Mathers: Certainly.
Mathers: You look nice. You haven't changed a bit at all from before.
Mathers: You were really depressed, only to immediately smile.
Mathers: Even though I don't quite remember any of it, I'm sure you still have the same face as you had back then.
Mathers: Same for that guy...
While talking, he slowly lowers his gaze from the sky.
Towards the thing standing high...
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Reich: I see. I understand the details.
Reich: So you're a servant of the Rose? No, I guess you're more like the Chairman's envoy.
Reich: But I'm quite surprised, to be honest. When he said an agent of the Society, I was picturing more like an adult teacher.
Reich: Never would I have imagined it'd be someone my age. A pleasure to meet you. Uhm, Mister...
Inside the Tower of d'If.
Before the entrance of the Rose's Throne.
Standing there was a familiar face.
However, they didn't seem to remember him.
It was no surprise. Their memories have been erased.
The same for that girl.
All of the children who once gathered at the Smilja forest had their memories manipulated by the Society.
It was to curse Nikola Tesla.
It was to kill Nikola Tesla.
He himself had once been in danger of that.
He himself would have suffered the same fate had his records not been falsified by the hands of his mentor, the Great MacGregor.
Whatever it was...
It wasn't something he could do, first of all.
For that, he would simply talk to the former friend whom had lost his memories.
Like his name...
It was similar to the name he had from the village at the foot of the Smilja Forest.
However, it was one handed down to him by his mentor.
He would live only to fulfill role on that man's name.
Mathers: MacGregor Mathers. ...I'm a Magician.
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