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Arthuria glanced at her opponent.

Her way of dress suggested that the Servant was of an oriental origin - however, this fact was not a very significant clue in identifying the Servant's identity. Servants were figures very capable of being mutable under the influence of their legends, the perception of their actions, and even the influence of time itself. Therefore, while it was possible that the girl opposite Arthuria was a Servant with oriental legend behind her. It was also equally likely that she was a Servant from a legend who, for some reason, had adopted oriental vestments.

However, Arthuria's original conjecture that the Servant in front of her was of oriental descent was most likely true when taking into account her other features.

Before Arthuria can ruminate further about the identity of her enemy, her Instinct blared a warning to Arthuria. Arthuria hastily leaped away from her perch on the roofs before a blinding beam of light struck down from the heavens upon her previous position. The beam of light melted through the building, from the roof down to the very base of the building. A sizable hole of melted slag was all that remained of what the beam of light touched.

Instantly assessing the situation, Arthuria came to the conclusion that fighting on the same elevation with the enemy would reduce the number of unwanted deaths and destruction. In one movement she leapt from the roofs and unto the paved roads of London. At least she could now be certain that she's facing either a Caster or an Archer class Servant.

An instant later, the London pavement cracked as Arthuria landed. In front of her a Servant poised to strike.

"I'm really sorry. But as a Servant, I'm afraid I will have to fight you ~ mikon..." The fox girl complained, but Arthuria was not interested in indulging the enemy's whims.

Fox ears, her seeming connection with the sun, her capability as a spellcaster, and her Oriental robes… Well Arthuria is quite certain of who she is facing right now.

Barely an instant later, Arthuria, not bothering to listen to the Servant talking in front of her, rushed forward. She covers the distance separating the both of them in a second.

"Hey, that is very impolite ~ mikon!" The Servant, who is most likely Caster, had time to frown at Arthuria before the paper seal she was holding flashed in her hands. The slip of paper then literally exploded into a huge whirlwind, sweeping away everything in its path.

All except Arthuria, whose Magical Defense made such a spell casted in a hurry nothing more than passing wind.

However, deciding not to take any risk, Arthuria mana flared out around her. Splashing out like a fiery salvo of a fighter engine - Arthuria burst through the whirlwind, striking without hesitation. Arthuria's blackened Excalibur flashed.

But instead of cutting into flesh, the corrupted holy sword collided with a small mirror that floated freely in the air, preventing Arthuria from cleaving the Servant in twain. Mirrors and seals… Well that made the Servant's identity pretty obvious now.

Artoria instantly regrouped and retreated, leaving behind only a black shadow. Not a moment too soon either as a moment later a streak of whitish mana cut through the air in front of the Caster. It had come out of nowhere and also disappeared into nowhere.

"Tamamo-no-Mae," Arthuria concluded calmly, looking at the now identified Servant in front of her. The now revealed Tamamo froze for a second, then blinked and looked at Arthuria, - "Mikon... What a pity to be so famous!"

"Your fox ears betrayed your identity the most," Arthuria now seems to have deigned to answer the Caster's unasked question. "And I don't know any more famous a fox that would have a suitable legend for a Servant." And what Arthuria kept to herself is that she already knows an alternate of her from the past Singularity.

"A fox…" - Tamamo was quite indignant being called a fox, but after a second calmed down soon after. "Although, fox… Foxes are smart! And very very beautiful and affectionate animals. They also have amazing ears!"

Tamamo, as if proud of such a nonsensical remark, twitched one of her ears like a wild beast and smiled at Arthuria.

Arthuria, deciding that she had indulged the fox servant enough, rushed forward. After another burst of mana accelerated her forward - she swung the blackened Excalibur. A deluge of dark destruction poured forth from her blade. And just like her slash before, it splashed harmlessly against Tamamo's mirror. An attack that could easily finish off Tamamo shattered powerlessly against the mirror, making Arthuria frown slightly.

Yata-no-kagami, the bronze mirror of Amaterasu, the divine regalia through which the true light of the Sun shines illuminating even the world of the dead… Or at least that's how it goes in the legend.

"You have no tact!" As the wave of black mana dissipated, Tamamo indignantly stamped her foot. Looking at the unperturbed Arthuria, Tamamo sighed. - "Why did you immediately start attacking me when I just started talking… "

Arthuria did not bother to listen to Tamamo's complaints to the end, rushing forward again. Though unlike the last time, at the last second, before the mirror would block her attack again, she shifted into another direction with another explosion of mana. Finding herself on Tamamo's undefended side, Arthuria struck. Excalibur, engulfed in a black flame of mana, only powerlessly crashed into the mirror again, forcing her to retreat. She then calmly accepts the powerless retaliation of Tamamo's magic with her body.

"Well, there it is again!" - Tamamo indignantly looked at Arthuria, - "Why are you so impatient?!"

"The battlefield is no place for idle talk.", - Arthuria answered shortly, entertaining the Servant's seeming need to banter to think over her plan of action.

Tamamo's mirror was not indestructible, at least not in the literal sense of the word. If she were to continue her assault over and over again Arthuria could break it, but such a course of action would take a significant amount of time. And although Tamamo did not possess significant physical capabilities to sufficiently hamper her efforts, and Arthuria was significantly protected from magic, Tamamo possessed magic much superior to that of ordinary mortal magi. The Avatar of the Sun Goddess, even in the limited form of a Servant, could break through Arthuria's defenses if she had only a little time. And, unfortunately, the long trudge to destroy Tamamo's mirror as her main defense was just that. Giving a Caster any time to prepare is generally a very bad idea.

"Look, I would like to leave in peace, in fact!" - Tamamo tried to appeal to the empathic part of Arthuria. "I could just leave and say that we lost! I don't even want to participate in this, I just wanted to go to London, walk the streets, eat at restaurants. I want to go sightseeing, I'm not from this era at all ~ mikon!"

Unfortunately, there was no empathy in the Black Tyrant - "Excalibur Morgan!"

"What?!" - Tamamo staggered back, - "Noble Phantasms at the very beginning are not according to the rules ~ mikon! - Suiten Nikkou Amaterasu Yano Shizu-Ishi!"

Saber wasn't stupid. Ill-mannered, rude and rash, yes, but still not stupid. He had a certain intelligence that only someone that has survived countless battles could possess. He possessed the kind of instinct that hunting dogs had honed in their hunts, and an understanding that only those who are used to putting their lives on the line over and over again could acquire. Therefore, the instruction from Ainz was easy to follow. And as an aside, why did his father choose his kind as… as a Wife?!

In any case, Ainz's order was clear. To deal with the enemies quickly and without unnecessary casualties. Not that Saber would even consider following the order of this unknown Master if his father did not agree with his decision!

Therefore, the attack on the Servant who dared to pay a compliment on Father was a strategy! Saber didn't even need to trouble his mind with further planning at all - it was all a tactical decision! Deep and real! Thought of in advance, and not as an excuse to punch the face in of the vagrant that dared to accost Father. At least that is what he would say if Father decides to ask him about his actions!

In any case, luckily for Saber, his opponent turned out to be a simpleton. And therefore, when Saber began to lead their unexpected battle away from Arthuria and that girl - he did not ask a single question, continuing to follow blindingly behind Saber. Although at the same time he made Saber very angry with his endless buzzing!

"Dude, damn it!" Saber's opponent deflected another blow of Clar… his blade with his huge ax, the unwieldy design of which would usually make it really hard to use in any dextrous manner. However, none of the Servants were ordinary in any way, therefore, despite the huge bulk of the weapon, each of Saber's strikes were deftly blocked. - "It sucks, damn it! So I speak to you normally, but you don't fucking listen to me at all! Like, let's just stop fighting for a moment!"

"I don't give a shit about what you want." While Saber was not stupid - his vocabulary somewhat gravitated towards the simpler and harsher of dictions.

"It sucks, dude!" The enemy, even while visually and vocally upset, nevertheless did not stop defending himself. "You. Damn it. You know. They told me. Like. To defend. Myself! I don't. Like. Want to do this. But damn it!" Even when defending against Saber onslaught forced him to pause every time Saber's blade was swung, the loudmouthed Servant continued to blather on.

"Shut the fuck up already." Frustrated, a deep red, lightning-like mana began to wrap around Saber's legs. After which, just like Arthuria, Saber rushed forward, instantly overcoming the distance separating him and the enemy - after which Saber's blade hit its target. However, instead of dividing the enemy into equal parts, it struck not into ordinary flesh, but into a steel partition. As Saber's blade failed to fell the enemy, forcing Saber to jump away.

"Dude, damn it! That, like, hurts so much!" The Servant took a step back, brushing the blood that splashed on his shirt from his chest, not paying attention to the wound. A wound that looked more like a sloppy big cut than a terrible wound inflicted by a legendary blade.

"You have a Berserker's endurance." Saber leaned forward slightly, then sucked in air like a predatory animal ready to jump.

"Yeah, like, I'm a Berserker!" - Berserker explained to Saber, as if forgetting for a second that right now they were fighting each other and every grain of information was now worth its weight in gold.

"The Mad Enhancement hit you hard in the brain in that case.", - Saber answered back. After that unexpectedly he stretched out to his full height, - "It seems that we have moved away enough."

Berserker froze for a second and looked around.

Right now they were in Victoria Park. There was not a single living witness around, and what had not yet been devoured by the fog was only manicured trees and the rare paths with benches that crossed the park. Berserker, just in case, even looked up to see the flashes of distant witchcraft of Tamamo, but could not see anything but the treetops rising to the tops.

"Aha.", - Berserker turned his eyes away from the treetops, and then looked at his opponent. - "So what?"

"It seems we have gone far enough my father…" - Saber exhaled, - "Okay."

A second later, Saber's helmet, which at a first glance looked similar to plate armor, seemed to unfold like in a sci-fi film. After which, it disappeared into the side armor segments, showing for the first time in a long time the face of Saber.

Short, unruly wheat-colored hair framed a chiseled, green-eyed face that seemed out of place for the massive armor covered in lines the color of sintered blood. Saber's gaze, however, was expressly matching the brutal looking armor.

"So, wait." Even when faced with a Saber fully prepared to rip him apart, Berserker, perhaps befitting his maddened self, nevertheless drew attention to one important fact - "So you're a girl?"

"What?" Saber blinked.

"Well, that is, you have a woman's face... Actually, you kinda looked like that beauty you came with." Berserker blinked, - "And, wait, is she your mother?"

Saber froze, then looked up at the tree tops, as if expecting Arthuria to appear when she was being discussed.

"Well, maybe you're sisters and… who's the older one, you both looked really young?" The Berserker raised his hand to scratch his head. "Like, did you two girls who became Servants together? Well, like, that's cool…"

Saber glared at the Berserker who had unknowingly pressed a huge red button.

"My name is Mordred Pendragon!" After another moment, the mana around Mordred exploded with an extravaganza of crimson lightning, "And I am the son of Arthuria, my father!

Berserker froze in amazement, - "But... You are, like... Two girls?"

Mordred could not bear such a grave insult and rushed into battle again.

The dagger blade of Medusa was thrown forward instantly, with precision and power unattainable to humans. No human had a snowball's chance in hell to react to the flying blade. Yet, even the weakest of Servants were beyond what humans are capable of.

And therefore, as if having calculated the movement of the blade down to the millimeters, the enemy of Medusa tilted his head slightly to the side, letting the deadly projectile pass by harmlessly.

Medusa, holding the chain that connected the blade to its copy, pulled, planning to grab the neck of her opponent in a single gesture. However, as if hitting an invisible wall holding the chain with a force unimaginable for Medusa, the chain froze in mid-air. After which, after another moment, sparks flashed along the entire length of the chain, forcing Medusa to recoil from the chain she was holding, receiving an electric shock.

"Dear", - The voice of the Servant who fought against Medusa was a little sad, but in no uncertain terms indicated that he would let Medusa leave the battlefield. "I apologize, but as I said, our battle is a foregone conclusion from the very start."

"Electricity." Medusa concluded, as soon as she had let go of the electrified chain daggers.

"Not only that." The man sighed, as if he was explaining something obvious to a particularly dim student. After which the metal chain that was now released from Medusa's control rose in the air, as if dancing from invincible strings. "Electromagnetic fields in all their beauty and unity obey me."

A second later, lightning struck from the sky, forcing Medusa to try to dodge. However, the chain of her blades that instantly wrapped around her slowed her movement a bit, which was enough for the lightning to strike Medusa.

In response, Medusa did not utter a cry. Not because she was not in pain, but because she was experienced enough to understand the need to hide any information from her opponent.

A moment later, when the lightning stopped striking from the sky - the monstrous power of Medusa nevertheless helped her to break the chain. And the figure of Medusa, scorched, but still capable of fighting, flashed to appear a few steps away from the Servant with her fist prepared to strike down with monstrous force.

However, the blow that was supposed to, if not kill, then at least cripple the Servant, crashed into the instantly appeared wall of lightning, forcing Medusa to jump back.

"Indeed, I can admit that your choice to attack me in close quarters was chosen correctly. And I certainly know of my physical weakness." As if by magic, while the Servant spoke, the broken chain connecting the blades of Medusa rose into the air, connecting with each other again. "Although controlling some matter, in particular the human body, using an electromagnetic field is impossible, thanks to my ability to create electricity in any space available to me, I am able to protect my body from most attacks which I have no way to influence by direct methods."

After they were fused together again, the blades of Medusa soared again, but only in order to rush forward again, seeking to entangle their mistress. Medusa, however, was able to easily dodge the attack of her own rebellious weapon. But before she could another vector of attack, discharges of electricity instantly flared up and passed through her body.

"As I already said - I can create electricity in any space available to me." The voice of the Servant was not bored or angry, rather even sympathetic, as if the speaker realized how much he surpassed his opponent and therefore felt embarrassed, as if an adult fighting a child, - "Perhaps, if you leave right now, then I again promise you that I will not chase after you. Although it is unpleasant for me, as a man of science, to do this, judging by all the information you have, there is no single way to defeat me."

Medusa, however, only rose from her stupor, and then exhaled, - "Bellerophon."

A moment later, the emerging snow-white pegasus was grabbed by his rider - and rushed to their goal, the enemy.

The Servant just exhaled, after which he heard the terrible neighing of a helpless animal in pain.

Bellerophon was incredibly fast - but not faster than lightning.

Not wanting to look at the charred body of his rival, the Servant turned to head away.

Only to hear the voice of medusa behind him, not at all finished. "Hmm, I see… Well, I was saving this ability for Alice, but… Okay."

The Servant turned to his opponent in surprise. The Legendary Medusa... As far as he knew - she possessed two Noble Phantasms - and none of them was effective against him under the current conditions. What did she decide to use against him at the moment? And how was she able to survive his attack? He was sure that he was accurate in selecting the necessary strength in order to take the girl's life quickly and painlessly without prolonging her torment.

However, contrary to his assumptions, Medusa stood firmly on her feet. And although her body was damaged, she did not at all look as if she was ready to die at that second.

Medusa slowly reached for her glasses, then smiled. "Chrysaor."

The clown did not pose any challenge for Nobunaga.

"Hello there!" Rushing forward, the clown swung his weapon - a giant scissors of all things, after which Nobunaga instantly felt a gun appear in her hand...

After that, she found herself standing in a completely different direction than before.

Her back was turned to the Clown, her hand was holding a musket, two more hovered next to her and their barrels were smoking. She had turned her back against the enemy and summoned two muskets to do what?

Where did Nobunaga the shot go? Why did she turn her back on the clown? When did she create her two muskets? What is happening?

"Oops, are you having problems?" The clown was next to Nobunaga instantly, intent on killing the distracted Avenger. But any of his further actions were interrupted when Nobunaga's blade, which emerged from the flame as easily as any of her muskets, easily disarmed the clown's scissors away from her. With one connecting swing her blade then headed to the Servant's neck.

"Nope, you didn't catch me!" The clown just burst out laughing when Nobunaga's blade crashed into a small ligature of symbols that appeared in its path, which instantly wrapped around the blade like a crawling insect.

Luckily, Nobunaga could easily turn her blade into flames, burning the curse that the clown was trying to cast. She summoned another sword a moment later.

The clown, however, was not at all upset by what happened. Stepping back, he then smiled, quite the disturbing sight. - "Hey, what is it behind your back?!"

Nobunaga was too experienced to be fooled by such a childish provocation...

A moment later, she found herself standing one hundred and eighty degrees from where she was facing before, her back to the clown. There were several muskets around her, each of them was smoking. Again Nobunaga found herself perplexed.

She shot, she tried to kill, she defended herself… From something. Something that disappeared from her memories, something that dodged her attacks. Something that was near.

Nobunaga did not pay any further attention to the clown. Several muskets appeared behind her then fired at the clown. The clown made a high pitched sound, after which, as if in a pantomime, rushed to the table for cover, fleeing the dozens of musketballs hedging his way.

However, even after finding himself behind cover, the clown could not resist - "Tick-tock, tick-tock, the clock is ticking!"

Nobunaga frowned before realizing something. The room where she was was slowly filling with fog. The fog did not seep into the other houses, but was moving here by design...

Something was wrong.

"What did you do, clown?" Nobunaga turned to the cowering Servant.

"Called some friends." The clown for a moment leaned out from his cover, and then stuck out his tongue, - "And you don't have any friends, that's why you walk alone. How sad!"

Nobunaga frowned.

"'I called my friends', huh…"

After another moment, five muskets appeared around Nobunaga. Then ten. Then twenty. After just a second, Nobunaga was hidden behind hundreds of muskets, instantly covering all the space around her with muskets, all ready to fire.

"Oops." The clown just blinked in surprise. - "Somehow I didn't think about that."

Nobunaga grinned. Well, if she could not see the attacker and it erased himself from her memories… So the time has come for the most ingenious tactics of mankind.

Shoot in all directions until nothing remains.

A second later, the Admiralty building was literally demolished as thousands of musket balls, each of which bore the imprint of Nobunaga's strength, flew and destroyed anything in its path. All the walls and windows, furniture, everything down to the very foundation, were torn down and destroyed.

A second later, before the dust of the collapsed building could settle, two figures rushed out of the dust. One was colorful, as tall as an ordinary person, and was laughing with all his might. The second was silent - but judging by its size - belonged, at best, to a child, instantly hiding in the provided fog, sneaking up on the Admiralty.

After another second, the figure of Nobunaga appeared from the settling dust, in whose hands a moment later a musket materialized.

"In the open area there is no place for hide-and-seek, clown", - Nobunaga said calmly, after which she pointed the musket at the clown.

"Oh…" The clown, however, only smiled with a joyful smile, - "Well, how to say it… Children are very inventive don't you know…"

Ainz looked at the mech in front of him. Could it be a Grand Servant? Mechas are definitely the epitome of power in Ainz's mind.

Ainz was not sure though and falling into an endless spiral of self-sustaining paranoia would not bode well for him, so he suppressed the thought, and then looked at the mech carefully.

It was big enough to count as a mech - but still not titanic. The mech is still small enough that Ainz could afford to just start flying around, pouring various spells from his arsenal on the enemy from the sky. Actually, with a closer look, the mech looked more like a kind of exoskeleton in its design...

Ainz thought about the mech in front of him for a second. Nazarick's treasury - and even in his inventory - he possessed various power suits with differing characteristics. And although the power suits were not effective weapons - some of them could rival, thanks to their built-in abilities and characteristics, with some players in their eighties or even nineties. Though what the devs were thinking, adding powered suits to Yggdrassil's fantasy settings is beyond him.

This, in Ainz's perception, put their capabilities and danger level approximately on the level of Da Vinci. And in a fight against Da Vinci, Ainz would prefer not to make any rash decisions.

However, what was the likelihood that the enemy opposite him possessed such abilities?

"You. Decided. To. Retreat?" Finally, looking at Ainz, silently examining the mech, he began to speak again," If. So. Then. Run. Until…"

"No, I was just thinking about how likely it is that I can use your body as a mobile armor." Ainz pondered. But, if in front of him, it was just another golem and not a Servant then perhaps his body could not be used as a mobile armor? But even in that case, it will be possible to melt it into valuable ingredients.

"Child. You. Have. No. Idea. What. You. Are. Saying." The speaker said slowly, and then took a step towards Ainz. His massive leg rose, and then struck the paving stones, breaking it to pieces, in a kind of intimidation attempt, - "Run. For. You. Are. Doomed. If…"

After another moment, the Servant's figure was swaddled with fetters that appeared from nowhere. A gruesome sight as it appears to be made of intertwining bones, which instantly pinned the Servant to the ground.

"Is there a human inside the armor or not? Or are you more like a golem?" Ainz looked at his opponent with some childish curiosity. People familiar with Da Vinci would be familiar with the sight and endeavour to vacate the premises immediately. "By the way, what material was the armor made of?"

After another moment, the Servant tried to jerk out of his prison, but the fetters did not even allow him to move a scintilla.

"What. You. Did…" - Servant tried to sound indignant, which is hard to convey with his slow booming voice. - "You. Have. Not. Seen. What. Is. Waiting. In. This. World…"

"So you won't talk," Ainz frowned, "In that case, I just have to disassemble the armor myself… As carefully as possible, of course."

After another moment, as if a shock of electricity had passed through the Servant's body, his large metallic body shuddered. Then, with a roar mixed with the sound of the steam released under great pressure, he rose from the ground, destroying the fetters of bone around him. Then with a mighty heave, his disproportionately large staff struck the pavement where Ainz was. Ainz, however, managed to teleport away.

Rising back up, the giant instantly found Ainz with his eyes. The only eye in his head lit up red, and with another large gust of steam he bellowed out. "My! Name! Is! Charles! Babbage! Visionary! Of! The! Dimension! Of! Steam!"

"Oh", - Ainz nodded, - "Okay."

'Another Servant I have never heard of,' Ainz exhaled, he really should start reading some books.

"You! Will! Not! Stop! What! Is! Coming!" Babbage, however, without hearing Ainz's thoughts, looked at him with a challenging gaze - as much as it is possible to do so for a robot without a face, "Behold! My! Beautiful! World! Dimension Of Steam!"

A moment later, the whole world was swallowed up by steam emerging from out of nowhere. In the center of which Babbage continued to stand. Ainz stared at the new unknown ability with interest. Apparently, it did not directly harm him - and therefore he could afford to stop for a second in order to understand what the mecha in front of him was doing.

After another moment, when the entire street was covered with steam so dense that it became difficult to distinguish even the outlines of houses around, Ainz saw, as if from the steam itself acquiring features, golems appearing slowly.

Similar to what he had seen before - automatons, golems, mechs of different types, different sizes, with different weapons.

"So… A Golem Summoner of Golems?" Ainz looked at Babbage carefully.

He continued to stand still, watching the golems multiply.

Dozens, then hundreds. In a matter of seconds, the whole street was literally overflowing with mechanical servants of all kinds and shapes.

Ainz, looking at this, nodded.

"Although their number is large - if they do not significantly exceed the characteristics of those golems that I have seen before… then this should be enough" - Ainz thought, then lifted a hand. "Undead Army, Arise."

After another moment, a shadow fell on the steam covered street, covering it in darkness completely. The small shadow under Ainz's feet then seemed to suddenly grow, like a living being, the shadow seemed to devour space itself. Suddenly the enlarged shadow rose up contrary to all the laws of physics. When the shadow began to fall it left behind tens and hundreds of undead creatures.

Skeletons, zombies, ghosts, lesser vampires - Ainz could control who he summoned with this ability, and summon his stronger summons to bulldoze through Babbage's army. But, this time he decided to keep some sporting chances, and indulge his opponent's desire to show off.

In the end, apparently, all of his Servants were doing well. And he was facing a summoner… Previously, he had never had a chance to experience it - so he could afford to enjoy such a chance even if for a second.

Extract from the Scientific Work "Chevalier d'Eon: Traitor to France, Savior of France":

Few figures in the political arena of 18th century France are more controversial than Chevalier d'Eon. Born Charles d'Eon de Beaumont, better known for their peculiar title, Chevalier, was a trusted servant of the French crown, as well as a personal attendant of Marie Antoinette herself. Although, whichever is more appropriate, the title of a confidant or maid of honor still remains a mystery even in the scientific community to this day. Even the exhumation of the remains of the deceased did not clarify the issue of their real gender.

During their long life, Chevalier managed to be both a servant of the crown, performing their duty as a spy at the courts of other European monarchies, and the organizer of several secret conspiracies against the French crown itself. In particular, they were charged with treason for their secret participation in the organization of the Great French Revolution. However, at the same time, whether or not this was true is put into question, as many of these secret conspiracies were subsequently revealed by the Chevalier themselves. To this day their participation in this or that secret community remains questionable.

In particular, Chevalier, according to the testimonies of those close to him, was rumored to have clandestine meetings with the secret society of the "Black Witch". A claim denied by many more that are close to the Chevalier as nothing more than slander against the Chevalier, who valued France above all else.

Unfortunately, it is almost impossible to find out whether such a thing is true or not, but at the very least, his participation in the 1790 Vichy fire is a proven fact. As well as the fact that during this fire Marie Antoinette almost lost her life...