Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

“Long ago, humans lived like wild animals. After tens of thousands of years of continuous effort, they developed the civilization we have today. However, not everyone can enjoy the rewards of human effort today.”

"It shouldn't be like this."

Finally, young Machiri couldn't help but speak, his usually serious expression now seeming somewhat unacceptable.

To this, Favia smiled gently:

“I knew you’d say that. After all, you and Paracelsus are friends; you’d both say, ‘It shouldn’t be like this.’”

He then went on to say,

"That's right, it shouldn't be like this. Since we are all human beings, everyone should live like human beings. That's how the world should be. Anyone with a sincere and kind heart would think that way. But unfortunately, so far, the world is not like that."

Back to the present, Machiri, who had turned and was leaving, lowered her eyebrows.

To this day, he still does not understand what Favia meant that day. Only occasionally, while conducting magic research, he cannot help but look at the various products made and used by the mortal world, and wonder why Favia said that the poor people he wanted to help were the ones who would shoulder the burden of this world.

"However, no matter what, one must live like a human being, and all evil deeds will be stopped by the good."

After muttering this to himself, Machiri couldn't help but turn around and glance at Favia, then laughed and turned to leave the shipyard.

"ax."

Favia, who was focused on the boards, reached out to one side, which caused Bavan Shi, who was standing next to her, to flinch and become flustered.

The worker who was originally standing next to the silver-haired boy was puzzled about the background of the hooded girl, but seeing her trembling appearance, he kindly pointed out what she was about to pick up. Upon receiving the instruction, Bavan Shi immediately picked up the axe on the ground and handed it to Favia.

"How did you come?"

Although Favia did not look up at Bavan Shi, she seemed to recognize the fairy girl from the scarred hand.

"......"

Bavan Shiddy twirled his fingers, saying nothing, but silently watching Favia meticulously saw along the lines he had marked earlier with a very primitive axe, as if to ensure that each piece of wood could be cut precisely according to the design requirements.

After doing this, the fairy girl saw Favia take some parts that had been roasting over the fire off the stove and gently tap them with a hammer, bending them gradually.

"How did you come."

Favia said it again, tapping the corner of the board with his hammer.

"...Yes, I'm sorry...but I did, I did behave well..."

After speaking cautiously, Bawan Shi looked at the burning fire.

The blazing firelight shone into every crevice. For some reason, she felt that these crevice were perfectly suited to their environment, like the faint glow and warmth of a campfire—the barely permissible space for communication between him, who was in the light, and her, who was utterly unlovable.

"I was just asking..."

Favia sighed again because of Bavan Shi, feeling that all his sighs were probably directed at her.

At this moment, the shipyard was piled high with timber, and the sounds of hammers and saws echoed everywhere. The fairy girl was helping Favia with her work in a very conscientious manner.

After the initial cutting and shaping, Favia continues to sand and clean the boards to remove burrs and impurities from the surface, making them smoother and flatter. This not only improves the appearance but also enhances the durability.

As time passed, the shipyard workers gradually went home, and Favia was no exception.

Even as they walked, Bavan Shi, who was walking beside him, was still thinking about what had just happened, and felt as light as if she were walking on clouds.

Perhaps it was the feeling of being able to do something for Favia that brought him joy, even if it was just a small thing, but it still gave him a sense of fulfillment.

As soon as she got back to Favia’s house, the red-haired fairy took off her hood, lay down on the chair, and gasped for breath, sweat dripping down her face.

This wasn't just because she wore a hood all day, but also because the temperature inside the shipyard was quite high.

To be honest, Bavan Shi was a little confused as to why Favia didn't use magic.

That might make things easier, and I wouldn't sweat...

Thinking of this, Bavan Shizhan stood up, intending to find something to wipe Favia's sweat.

But before she could do anything, the silver-haired boy beside her called out to her:

"Judging from your appearance, you probably didn't have Paracelsus treat you."

"I...I'm sorry..."

Upon hearing this, Bawan Shi frantically shook her head and waved her hands to indicate that she did not mean it, and then tightly gripped the hem of her skirt with both hands, looking very panicked and trembling.

“Did you think I was angry?” Favia shook her head with a smile. “Actually, I wasn’t angry. Rather, I didn’t want you, Bawan Shi, to be too sensible and obedient. I preferred you to be a little more arrogant and domineering.”

As for Bavan Shi, who was bullied, it wasn't that he didn't want her to become a 'good girl,' but rather that she needed to overcome her inner shadows before taking care of others and living her own life well.

For example, being sensible is not necessarily a good thing for a child in most cases, because it may lead to suppressing one's own emotions to please others. As a result, when faced with crucial choices later in life, the child may fall into self-destructive tendencies. They may feel that they have never made their own decisions over the years, so even if they know that this choice is very wrong and outrageous, they will still choose it as long as it goes against other people's expectations.

Moreover, being 'sensible' can easily lead to being taken advantage of, regardless of the stage. In the end, being sensible is just an empty and vague evaluation, and it can't even be considered a virtue.

Although Bavan Shi found Favia's idea strange, he nodded when he saw how happy Favia was.

"Since Paracelsus failed, I will heal you myself. Lie down."

Upon hearing this, the fairy girl obediently lay down.

Soon, Bavan Shi saw Favia's face so close to his.

The reflection in her vision seemed to glow slightly, as if it were about to melt into the light; it was very beautiful.

As she stared blankly at the scene, she suddenly remembered the word 'friend' that lingered in her ears. For some reason, her cheeks flushed and her heart raced. She felt strangely shy about the word 'friend,' so she crossed her soft fingers over her chest with an expression as if she were dreaming of being a princess.

As Paracelsus said, although this was Favia's first 'surgery', Bavan Shee was a fairy, and the damage to her throat was not an irreparable injury. Given time, she would heal herself.

The former Bawan Xi wouldn't have dared to do that, because the fairies would hate her. In order not to be hated, she would rather make a very unpleasant sound to gain acceptance.

But now, she genuinely wants to be cured as soon as possible so she can make beautiful sounds.

"Okay, that should be about right."

After about ten minutes, Favia, feeling that he had succeeded, got up.

"I, you..."

Bawan Shi tried to speak and found that her voice had indeed improved and was no longer as hoarse as before, but perhaps because of the long time that had passed, she still couldn't speak fluently in one breath.

"Alright, alright, it's getting late. Let's drink some warm water and go to bed."

thank you.

The fairy girl originally intended to say that, but before she could finish speaking, she suddenly opened her arms to Favia.

By the time Favia came to her senses, she had already gently pulled him into her arms.

"I am Bavanshi, it's nice to meet you, Favia."

He said what he had always wanted to say.

"......Um."

"You are my friend."

"Yes, we are friends."

On a beautiful moonlit night, the fairy girl and the human continued their conversation.

The time that passed during the conversation may seem meaningless, but it was warm and peaceful.

206: Familiar with Rome? More familiar with it than with me? (4k)

A light drizzle, barely perceptible, drifted silently down from the gray horizon over London.

In the days that followed, Favia observed that Bavan Shi's words and actions gradually began to show both adult and childlike qualities.

However, this is only natural. For the fairy girl, her current life is something she never dared to hope for before. Although she does not yet understand the technology of shipbuilding in Favia and can only assist from the side, she feels that it is not good to just lend a hand.

Because it was so easy, compared to the amount of work Favia did, she even felt that assisting Favia sometimes slowed him down. After all, she couldn't really distinguish between some human tools, and even things like buying groceries and cooking required Favia to teach her step by step.

But it's a bit strange. As a fairy, it should be very easy for her to learn Mingming, but for some reason, her learning progress in this area is slow.

As time passed, for some reason, in 1515, two things happened that were somewhat unexpected for Favia.

First, the Reformation movement, which was originally supposed to begin two years later, broke out ahead of schedule. Martin Luther, a priest and a theological doctor, witnessed the church selling indulgences everywhere in Germany and heard about the church's shameful practice of selling ordination. As a devout believer, he was so angry that he posted his "Ninety-Five Theses" directly on the door of the church at the University of Wittenberg.

Since Gutenberg's movable type printing had been commercialized for more than two generations, the printed text spread throughout Germany in three days and various translations spread throughout Western Europe a week later. Upon learning this news, Pope Alexander VI directly ordered Luther to be excommunicated and expelled from the Church.

In fact, Luther originally only hoped to reform a part of the corrupt system of the church, but after the church was broken up, he established his own independent church and no longer recognized the papacy. Many people followed him to start their own sect, which was collectively called "Protestantism" or "Protestantism". In contrast, the Roman Catholic Church was called the Old Church.

Secondly, intelligence from Europe gave the current King of England the idea of ​​using this opportunity to break the Church of England out of the control of the Roman Catholic Church, with the King becoming the supreme religious leader of England. The current disputes led to another Grand Council being held inside the Clock Tower.

Originally, this was a meeting convened by the monarch and his agents to review the operation of the Clock Tower, transcending the barriers between disciplines and factions.

However, this is merely an occasion to use the pretext to suppress the other party.

At this Grand Council meeting, facing pressure from the three major noble families, the faction led by El-Melloi directly stated that the existence of the Law and Politics Department was problematic. They argued that the department, which was supposed to manage mages, couldn't even manage itself, so how could it manage other mages? Therefore, they proposed abolishing it and reducing the twelve departments to eleven...

However, it did not pass smoothly, but this incident marked the beginning of a tense atmosphere inside the clock tower once again.

Actually, according to the Clock Tower timeline, this event should have occurred around 1600, so it was brought forward by a hundred years.

How should I put it? Favia had some memory of these things, but now they've all come to light ahead of schedule.

He would sometimes touch the pendant on his chest and sigh, feeling as if a powder keg had suddenly been lit.

"You have El-Melloi's blood in you."

Favia, located in the shipyard, opened her eyes, her movements slightly stiff.

Just moments ago, he was the only one here. Due to the weather, the workers were unable to start work, so they were given a day off. He was in the shipyard figuring out how to build a ship, while Bavan Shi, who had been with him, volunteered to retrieve a letter from Leonardo da Vinci in Rome and had not yet returned.

“I think you may have misunderstood. I am not one of El-Melloi’s men.”

Now standing before him is the current monarch of El-Melloi, the one who commands the six departments that stand in opposition to the five major departments and the three noble families.

"No, I am quite certain that you are a descendant of my El-Melloi clan that was accidentally lost some time ago."

"I do not have El-Melloi's magic mark on me."

"This is not a big problem. It may just be due to an accident that happened to one of your ancestors. If you want to transplant it, it is not a big problem."

After the Age of Gods, and after the beginning of the Common Era, human history banished all mystery. In contrast to the expansion of the light of science, the darkness of mystery gradually faded.

No matter how much magicians try to intervene, they cannot reverse this destiny. The mystery of the Age of Gods has gone to that distant place, and it is extremely difficult to even make it exist briefly in the modern world. It is precisely in order to overcome the passage of time that the "fixed mystery" created by magicians is the magic mark.

A magician's lineage refers to the "succession of the magic crest," which is passed down from one son to the next. Because this "succession" is the most crucial element, even if the biological bloodline is severed, as long as the magic crest is inherited by another person, the magician's lineage continues.

Furthermore, even if the descendants who possess the magic circuit continue to exist, if they lose their magic crest, that lineage is essentially cut off from magic. That being said, magicians usually choose a successor with excellent aptitude from their own vampires to continue the magic crest.

A magic crest is not limited to one person; it can be passed on as a parent to a branch. Therefore, most factions in the Clock Tower establish branches based on this, and the original magic crest that serves as the origin is conventionally called the source crest.

"What, aren't you going to have a drink?"

The monarch seemed oblivious to the slightly hot and gloomy scene at the shipyard, raising her wine bottle to Favia as she continued her conversation.

"I do not drink."

"Hmm, it's not that your constitution doesn't allow you to drink, but that you don't drink at all? That's a strange way of putting it, considering I brought such good wine with me."

The monarch of El-Melloi poured herself a drink, her heart swaying with the slight intoxication. She closed her eyes, savoring the aroma of grapes spreading through her nostrils, and then looked at the unmoved Favia.

...Now that I see it up close, it really does look a lot like the person in the portrait... Is this the real family member?

Was it really just a coincidence? This question popped into her mind.

A concept repeatedly mentioned by the Clock Tower—that so-called chance does not exist for magicians.

Even if we happen to encounter them within the realm of human intelligence, they will ultimately be like gold being sifted from sand, destined to flow in an inevitable direction.

Therefore, we must go to the root of the matter, and so on.

Perhaps the future predictions of the alchemists at the Atlas Institute were also based on such extraordinary coincidences.

When she ascended to the throne, the previous monarch told her that Avia, the only Hun king in a thousand years to be called monarch in a name other than his own, actually had descendants among the El-Melloi.

Didn't Avia disappear after destroying the church and conquering Rome?

She raised that question at the time.

That's right, but in reality he was tired of worldly struggles, returned to the Clock Tower, and left his descendants in El-Melloi as the head family, so maybe we are all his descendants.

The old monarch spoke with such conviction, and handed her a somewhat blurry portrait, saying it was secretly drawn by El-Melloi's magician when he followed Avia in the destruction of the Western Roman Empire.

But if you ask the old monarch why he knew?

In fact, this is what the previous monarch said to the old monarch, and it has been done in the abdication ceremony of El-Melloi since the eighth century.