In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

The 'girl' named 'François Preiratti' marveled. She strolled forward, following the path she remembered from a hundred years ago, and found 'Tuvar's' residence.

It was a courtyard that was neither luxurious nor overly simple.

Although it was considered expensive in this rural area, no one would have guessed that it was home to the former savior saint and victor, Vic.

However, knowing Lu Kang's personality well, Preirati was not overly surprised. She simply stepped forward and pushed open the door.

"Is it finally here?"

The scene inside the door was revealed, and sounds could be heard.

The tall, slender young man, sitting upright in the courtyard, looked up and gazed at her. His unchanging handsome face made Prerati momentarily lose her composure—until she saw another blonde girl walking beside him, at which point she snapped back to reality.

“Oh dear, isn’t this little Vic who ran off with our great Queen Saint of France?” Preirati’s tone remained as flippant as ever. She narrowed her eyes, looking at Lu Kang in front of her, and said with a hint of amusement as she took a light step, “Looks like you’ve been living quite comfortably all these years.”

"Indeed, to be able to live happily ever after with someone as beautiful as Miss Jeanne, I would be just as content, wouldn't I?"

"Hmm?" The blonde girl who walked to Lu Kang's side paused slightly. Jeanne looked at the girl who walked in from outside the door with great familiarity. Although she already knew that the other party was the teacher who taught Vic the mysterious knowledge back then, she still couldn't help but reveal the look in her eyes when she was probing the enemy's secrets on the battlefield.

The gaze made Prellati, who was about to make some more flirtatious moves, stop and turn around to sit down opposite Lu Kang.

Looking at this guy's behavior, Lu Kang couldn't help but laugh out loud.

But it must be said that after leaving Paris and the intrigues of the medieval upper class, he and Jeanne did indeed live a very comfortable life.

First, he traveled to various countries, recording all the mysteries of the era in his 'soul'.

He returned to his homeland.

Do what you want to do every day.

Day after day, I make daily progress on this mysterious path.

How could it not be moisturizing?

"Now that the teacher is here—Jeanne, could you please bring me the book I just finished writing in my study?"

Lu Kang then spoke up.

"it is good."

Jeanne withdrew her questioning gaze, turned and went into the house.

"She really does look like a virtuous wife," Prellati commented.

Lu Kang couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows slightly, thinking to himself, "You didn't see what this girl looked like when she 'went berserk'... If I didn't use my 'divine body,' I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to control her."

"Alright, teacher."

Lu Kang drew the attention of the 'Horizontal Flying Princess' opposite him back: "I'm not asking you to judge our lives."

"Hmm? I'm not here to judge your lives, then what am I here for?" Prellati's attention was truly drawn back: "You don't look like you're about to die at all, as you described in your letter to me!"

"It doesn't seem like it, but it will be soon."

Lu Kang smiled.

Upon hearing this, Prerati's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared intently at her.

Even this great alchemist, who existed even longer than Nicolas Flamel, couldn't help but be stunned by Lu Kang's seemingly genuine expression.

"you..."

“I’m going to die,” Lu Kang said, “just like Master Nicolas Flamel back then.”

It's more like his imitation of the Tsarist era.

It's not that my time is coming to an end.

Instead, they chose to embrace death in a human manner.

To leave behind a sentence for one's life that may not be absolutely perfect, but is certainly fulfilling.

He had already made an agreement with Jeanne.

After her death, Jeanne will also embrace the End, and then her body will enter the inner world under the protection of the evil dragon Fafnir, where she will enjoy peace.

Then wait for the reunion after a long time.

“Is that so…?”

Prerati understood, and the corners of her lips once again curved into that wicked smile that always seemed to radiate malice. But her eyes held a distinct difference: "I can't understand it. If they wanted to, even if it couldn't be eternal, they could possess far more time than ordinary people—even ten times more—yet they're in such a hurry to die..."

"You guys who chase after mysterious paths to the very top are really baffling."

"If you can't touch it, then don't touch it; if you can't understand it, then don't think about it." Lu Kang said, "Everyone has their own path. You and me, me and Nicolas Flamel, are all different."

Luca still doesn't understand how Nicolas Flamel died, nor does he intend to—just as he has no interest in the Philosopher's Stone.

Their paths ultimately diverged.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Prellati's smile slowly faded.

She looked calmly at the student in front of her. Suddenly, she remembered the letter she had received a hundred years ago from a noble lady she had met by chance. She thought about her sudden enthusiasm at that time, never expecting that the student from the countryside would reach this level.

She knew it too...

"It seems you already know."

“I should have known, shouldn’t I?” Lu Kang said, emphasizing each word: “I should have known when Jeanne swore to be with me forever, when she said I resembled the ‘angels’ in her dreams, or even before that.”

"Teacher, is that the 'Lord' who gave Jeanne the so-called revelation back then?"

It is a declining 'demon' walking in the modern era.

It is older than Nicolas Flamel.

That is what made Nicolas Flamel respectfully call him 'teacher'.

It is also more likely to be interpreted by later generations as the 'angel' that Nicolas Flamel encountered before embarking on the path of alchemy.

That only applies to the 'Demon God'!

Yes, Preiratti is the god who gave Jeanne the revelation, which also fits Lu Kang's impression of Preiratti before his time travel, that Preiratti had manipulated Joan of Arc's life. She gave her the right revelation and enlightenment, but when she was betrayed, she stopped giving her any more revelation. Preiratti, with her wicked character, undoubtedly wanted to use the despair of a girl who was betrayed by the person she wanted to protect and abandoned by the gods as a 'farce' to amuse herself.

Although, according to the original trajectory, Joan of Arc would most likely have indeed heard the Lord's revelation in the end.

But by then it might have been too late.

However, by now, this farce has long been stopped by Lu Kang.

From the moment he took over the voice she gave to Jeanne.

Everything is different now.

Looking at the silent expression on Prellati's face, Lu Kang suddenly smiled.

Or perhaps, what I changed was not just Jeanne's life, who knows?

...

The death of Victoire, the victor of the Great France, the man who restored the whole country with the Virgin Mary, and the patriarch of the native French church, is not recorded in the world's surface historical records in terms of the exact year of his death, but only in the moment of his disappearance.

But on the day it actually died, astronomical observatories around the world recorded the shift of the stars.

The mysterious magical bases around the world have also begun to operate naturally.

He died in 1499.

He also died on the eve of the Renaissance entering its most intense phase.

I can already see the stars.

'Then dawn is not far away.'

— Clock Tower: Record Sheets of Astronomical Observatory

...

"François Leclerc du Tremblay, Archbishop of the French Secret Church of this generation—are you willing to return to the embrace of God, to your most devout faith?"

"Yes, but I still adhere to the principles of Tantric Buddhism—we take secrecy as our principle, we follow the will of 'Great Vic,' who is the shadow of God hanging upside down on earth, and also the embodiment walking in the world. He is like a god, and also the holiest of God."

Rome.

The highest and furthest top of the sanctuary.

A young man in a grey robe with snake-like eyes spoke, devoutly saying, "I am willing to return to the embrace of God, but I am only willing to be a shadow under the glory, waiting for the 'Shadow of God' to return with the white dragon that burns the world."

"I will gather all the saints of Tantric Buddhism and become the agent of agents—"

"That strongest 'burial mechanism' that buries all 'heretics' who are not under the command of God!"

1499 years.

The headquarters of French Tantric Buddhism has returned to the Holy See.

The historically famous grey-robed archbishop.

François Leclerc du Tremblay, the second generation 'Serpent of Akasha', hereby devoutly proclaims.

His eyes were filled with the fervor of those who had once witnessed the 'resurrection of the gods' amidst a rain of blood.

Chapter 81 Returning to Reality and the Influence of the Divine Body

"The Triple Greatness, the Upside-Down Shadow of God, is a foundational text of Tantric Buddhism, a secret branch of the Church founded six hundred years ago during the Hundred Years' War in France."

"Its specific author is unknown. It was released by François Prellati, another alchemist who was once on par with the great alchemist Nicolas Flamel. After much deduction, the mystical magicians and church personnel at the time concluded that the most likely creator was the victor at the time, Victoire."

"However, by then it had been confirmed by many sources that Victor Tuva was already dead."

"The specifics can only remain speculation."

In 1993, at El-Melloi Mansion, located in the suburbs of London, England, the lights hanging high overhead shone with a constant and inextinguishable glow, illuminating the private study belonging to the mansion's owner. The books displayed on the bookshelves emitted a thin and dense mysterious glow, highlighting their extraordinary nature—these books were clearly special 'magical books', recording special esoteric knowledge and possessing a certain amount of magic in themselves.

Before this small but exquisite bookshelf, Kenneth, dressed in a dark robe, leaned back in his recliner, slowly closing the book in his hands, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

He read the whole book and also saw the 'notes' at the end.

He thought of the historical records about the man named 'Viktvar,' whether on the surface of the world or in the mystical realm; this name was also imbued with many legendary elements, like those of ancient myths.

Although many people still have a better impression of Luvist because of the long time that has passed, it does not mean that Tuval is inferior to Luvist.

Quite the opposite.

In this era where mystery gradually fades with time and the older the being, the more powerful they become, Tuval will only be stronger than Luvist!

"Unfortunately, Tuvar later joined the church and became the 'Lord of the Secret Church,' so the only way to learn more about him is to go to the church."

And now.

Although the Magic Association and the Church no longer maintain the fierce confrontation that they had for the past thousand years, they only have a superficial balance. In reality, they can only achieve a state of non-interference and complete estrangement.

True peace is impossible.

Therefore, Kenneth's idea of ​​gaining further understanding after reading the book was fleeting.

The concept of "Triple Greatness" is certainly lofty.

But that era is too far removed from his present, and even if it were six hundred years ago, it would still be considered an extraordinary level. Kenneth is far inferior—too far to be of any reference value.

In comparison, Lewis's Book of Laws was more enlightening for him.

After closing the book, Kenneth casually placed it on the long table next to him, then leisurely stood up. His tall and slender figure cast a long shadow, and his thin and straight face, still meticulously combed with blond hair, still possessed the demeanor of an old-fashioned British aristocrat.

He glanced at the meticulously adjusted and calibrated clock on the wall.

He then turned his attention to his fiancée—Sora Nazelle Sofiari, the head of the Séance Department who was of equal rank to him and was also the daughter of the monarch—who had gone to the haunted house.

She must have already seen the 'evil spirit' that she had controlled beforehand, and realized how good she had been to her, right?

He was about to call his servant and ask him something.

Boom!

A loud, explosive sound suddenly reverberated through the air.

Immediately following the sound was a sudden, violent shaking of the entire El-Melloi mansion—Kenneth, who had just gotten up, was thrown back down onto the swaying chaise lounge.

A mysterious light appeared in an instant.

The intricate spells, imprinted on every corner of El-Melloi's mansion and covering the courtyard where one of the current monarchs of the Mage's Association resides, forming a mysterious fortress, instantly sensed the emerging crisis and activated.

Then, in the next second, with a buzzing sound, it broke into a few tiny fragments.