In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

He also had a slight hope that the next simulation would give him a chance to infiltrate the church.

As for these three days...

Let's kill time in El-Melloi's library!

...

at the same time.

The headquarters of the Church, Vatican City.

This place, a state within Italy, is separated from Rome, the Italian capital, by only three walls. However, it covers an area of ​​less than 0.5 square kilometers, which is only the size of a town. Yet, it is undoubtedly a holy site in the hearts of hundreds of millions of religious believers.

But at this very moment, beneath the magnificent and sacred cathedral at the center of this 'holy land,' a figure hurried past—

A middle-aged man in an archbishop's red robe walked through a dark, deep corridor, arriving at an unknown underground place. He held a candle reflecting a mysterious light called miracle, as if pushing open an ancient coffin...

The forbidden door at the deepest part of the underground was pushed open—

But even with all his strength, he could only push open a small gap.

"His Holiness the Pope received divine revelation."

“The descendants of the most vicious and evil ‘Louis’ of the past have appeared.”

He stood outside the door and spoke into the seemingly bottomless crevice.

He said in a low voice, "He is our greatest enemy, a villain who defies the gods."

"Your Majesty's meaning is—to have the Burial Agency take action and completely erase the last trace of 'Louis' from this world!"

The archbishop's voice echoed through the corridor, and the flickering candle in his hand seemed to freeze the world for a moment.

A moment later.

From the gap came a voice, indistinguishable between male and female: "Understood."

"Tell Your Majesty—we will take action!"

"Thank you."

The bishop bowed and left with a sigh of relief, his steps hurried—only when he was completely out of the corridor and back on the ground, facing the sunlight streaming down from above, did he finally relax.

But his back was already soaked with sweat... Even as a high-ranking 'cardinal' in the church, a figure second only to the pope, he couldn't help but feel terrified when facing those monsters.

But the next second, the bishop suddenly relaxed.

Those guys are definitely monsters.

It's a monster among monsters.

But at the same time, it is also the church's strongest 'weapon'...

Even though they have suffered defeats before.

But it is precisely because there was a first time that...

The second time, I'll give it my all!

"All those who defy God shall be dissolved under the sharp blade."

So soon.

In the underground area after the bishop left, a door was pushed open a crack, and someone spoke in a low voice.

"Who's going?"

"He" asked.

The next second, a shout rang out, and a faint light appeared in the darkness. Within the light, various human figures vaguely emerged, their indistinct features surrounding the already present figure—

A figure bound to a cross.

There are seven people besides 'him'.

—The sinners imprisoned here and the seven 'apostles'...

“No matter how many times I see it, I still think that Director Narubalek’s attitude is quite unconventional!” said the first ‘Apostle’, his voice clear and childlike, like that of a teenager.

"But after all, it's imitating Christ's practice..."

"This is not the time for you to make judgments, Mei Lianqing, the 'Crown' of the sixth seat." Another projection glanced at him, its voice deep and hoarse, as if coming through sheet metal.

The 'boy' who spoke first shrugged, still looking indifferent: "Yes, yes, you're of higher status than me, I'll listen to you, Cardinal of the Shadow Chapel!"

The projection seemed to nod slightly.

“Louis...that fiercest and most vicious man? It sounds like this matter is probably none of my business.” The third projection to speak appeared tall and imposing, but his words were quite submissive: “I’m just a logistics staff member—at most, plus a driver. I have nothing to do with combat. I’ll have to wait for the real Fourth Seat to wake up before I can make a decision!”

The victim, 'Narubalek', remained noncommittal, turning his gaze to the projection of the boy...

"I can't spare the time. I still have to keep an eye on those True Ancestors—even though I'm just a mere Dead Apostle myself..." The boy's words were unabashed.

“I am in seclusion and praying; it will take some time,” the Cardinal of the Church of Shadows also declined.

But they do look busy.

So...

"give it to me!"

A clear and crisp voice rang out, and the speaker's silhouette was petite, clearly that of a rather young girl.

The 'sufferer' seemed to pause for a moment, then nodded.

"Although this matter would actually be more suitable for the third seat 'Heavenly Demon,' who was transformed from a nun into a demon because of Luvist, it's a pity she's currently in Japan and can't leave—"

"I can only entrust this to you, the seventh seat 'Bow', Hiel."

Chapter 45 A New Sim, The Magic Teacher from France (Major Revision)

Kenneth had another dream—the same dream Lu Kanglai had that day.

He dreamt again of the previous El-Melloi king, and his grandfather recited childhood scenes from various accounts of 'Lewest' in his ear...

When the dream shatters and you wake up, all you can see is the ceiling of the El-Melloi mansion with its ancient glass lamps hanging from it.

Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald sat up in bed and took a towel from the servant who was already standing by and waiting, and wiped his face briefly.

"What time is it now?" he asked in a deep voice.

The servant picked up the towel Kenneth had used to wipe himself and said respectfully, "London time, 7:30 a.m., sir."

“7:30…” Kenneth’s eyes narrowed slightly.

This is his fixed time of day when he gets up.

Kenneth, who considers himself a unique genius, has always been very disciplined—except when it comes to his fiancée, Sora...

Fortunately, he had already completed the task Sora had entrusted to him.

Moreover, it was completed perfectly and efficiently.

"Judging by the time, Sora should be on his way to that so-called 'haunted house' in the suburbs of London by now, right?" Kenneth muttered to himself.

Sora explained his situation to him precisely because of the 'exploration of the haunted house'—his fiancée, Sora Nazelle Sofiari, although she was from a noble family in the Clock Tower like him, was not a direct descendant. She was merely the offspring of the head of the Spellcasting Department, whose number of wives was unknown, and therefore did not have the qualifications to inherit the family's magical insignia.

But Kenneth knew his fiancée well; she was always strong-willed and decisive. This trip to the so-called haunted house was to catch the evil spirit that was rampaging there in London's urban legends and prove that she also had enough talent in necromancy.

She simply asked Kenneth to help her prepare some props for a magic ritual.

Kenneth, however, had already arrived at the haunted house and captured the 'evil spirit'—when Sora arrived, she would only be greeted by a servant who would surrender and bow down in submission.

Kenneth thought Sora would surely be very satisfied with this trip, but the servant beside him seemed hesitant to speak...

Seeing that Kenneth was quite satisfied with letting the matter drop, he ultimately didn't say anything.

Kenneth then asked, "What is that guy doing right now?"

“In the library, sir,” the servant replied.

"The library... what a diligent student." Kenneth touched the corner of his lips. "He's been here for three days now, hasn't he?"

"He spent the last three days in the library?"

"Yes."

After receiving an affirmative answer from his servant, Kenneth suddenly remembered the dream he had just had.

Dreams are prophecies.

Luvist may indeed shine brightly once again in the mysterious world in the future—

Kenneth slowly got up from the bed.

"Please take down that book, 'The Book of Law,' for me."

"I want to read it again."

He said so.

But before he finished, he suddenly paused, his brow furrowed slightly, and added, "And while you're at it, bring over the 'Triple Greatness' next to the 'Book of Law' as well."

"Triple Greatness".

A mystical text that elucidates the triple cycle of body, consciousness, and soul.

It is said that it was created during the Hundred Years' War in France.

It is also said that...

That was the main source of inspiration for Lewis's creation of the Book of Laws.

'Greatness lies in consciousness, in the soul, in the body.'

It is also humanity itself.

— "Triple Greatness"

...

Three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the library on the third floor of the El-Melloi mansion, sunlight fell like dust on the rows of bookshelves, casting distinct light and shadow on the neatly arranged book covers.

Lu Kang sat at the table between the bookshelves.

He was reading a book.

But we are also waiting for the sunset.

The library at El-Melloi Palace was undoubtedly large and numerous, but it was still far inferior to the former Tsarist royal library.

Kenneth could not possibly give Lu Kang unconditionally access to the secrets of the El-Melloi family.

The books displayed here are merely simple books that are not scarce in either the surface world or the inner world.

Three days was enough time for Lu Kang to briefly look them over.

So he's just killing time right now.

And it calculates the time when the simulation will restart—

Every second, every millimeter.

The clock on the wall was ticking slowly.

at last.

Sunset is approaching.

[Dream fragments pieced together]

Lu Kang was startled awake by the voice that echoed in his mind.

finally come.

A smile played at the corners of his lips.

He gently pressed his temples in the brightly lit library, thinking that the "system wizard" in his mind seemed even more intelligent after three days...

[Having already portrayed Ding Zhen, the assessment is: simulated development]

This thing has even learned to answer questions faster than others!

Lu Kang smiled slightly.