Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

"As a vampire fairy, aren't you hungry if you don't drink blood?"

"I've never smoked it..."

"Xiao Xi, think about it carefully."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Humans are always breathing, right?"

"......Um."

"So if humans don't breathe, they'll die, right?"

"Generally speaking... that's how it is, but there seem to be exceptions. I've heard of humans who have lived for a very, very long time."

"Let's not even talk about exceptions. From what I just said, we can conclude that 'vampires' will die if they don't drink blood, right?"

"I don't think I'll die like this..."

"Maybe... So, are you going to come and suck me?"

Favia looked with great interest at Bavan Shi, whose face was already flushed.

"How could I do that? I would regret it for the rest of my life!"

The fairy girl longed to find a place for herself in Favia's presence and in his heart, so such matters, whether beneficial or harmful, held little meaning for her.

"Hmm... This is clearly a form of friendship too."

Favia smiled as she tidied up her disheveled clothes.

"Stop joking like that. I have no interest in holding your cold body, Favia."

"Cold? So, if you weren't cold, you would have kept holding me tight?"

"I...I didn't mean that..."

"Is not it?"

"......"

When the fairy girl, whose mind was completely blank, whose heart was pounding, and whose cheeks were flushed, opened her eyes, she was greeted by Favia's teasing smile. So she could only run into her room, lie on the bed, and take deep breaths to calm herself down.

In short, in order to wait for Bavan Shi, Favia did not take her to the port until an hour later, where they boarded the clock tower's special ship and headed to France, and then to Rome.

The warm breeze characteristic of this time of year blows across the flags fluttering in the harbor. Under the clear sky, ships throng and people throng. The sounds of waves crashing against the embankment, sailors loading cargo into the hold, and merchants and passersby moving back and forth on the shore all blend together, creating a bustling and lively atmosphere.

Before boarding the ship with Bavan Shi, Favia glanced down into the London underground.

Beneath London, in a place neither classical nor modern, lie the remains of three colossal beasts that long ago sought to devour the entire planet, to fill the void left by Albion's remains.

According to Favia, another coronal meeting was held today.

In any case, it's another battle between the three major noble factions and the El-Melloi faction.

"...Well, at least Paracelsus has joined you. If you win, maybe that guy won't have to be executed... So, I wish you success this time."

The sun shines brightly, the sky is clear, and the blue of the sea probably comes from reflecting such a bright sky.

In this weather, Favia and Bavan Shi boarded a ship bound for Europe.

..........

Meanwhile, beneath London lies the greatest mystery hidden within the clock tower.

A tomb steeped in mystery, impossible to exist on earth, and eroded by taboos that are not allowed to exist.

Inside the tomb, the twelve monarchs and their agents are arguing.

"El-Melloi, is that really your decision?"

The current head of the Barthero family, one of the three great noble families, asked in a calm tone.

"This proposal was made in the interest of the clock tower, and at the request of countless magicians."

The blonde girl pressed down her blonde hair, her tone showing absolutely no respect for the monarch of the Department of Law and Politics.

At the same time, she observed the three noble families: Barthemello of the Law and Politics Department, Baljereta of the Creation Department, and Transpelio of the First Discipline - All Basic Disciplines.

The monarch of Barthelon, an old man, was dressed simply, yet he did not leave any impression of weakness. After all, those who were seated in his lineage had an extremely strong sense of elitism, to the point of looking down on almost everyone outside his own lineage. It could be said that his lineage stood at the top of the clock tower.

"Oh, is it so."

The old man neither agreed nor disagreed, merely squinting his eyes, which seemed to be buried in deep wrinkles.

The Clock Tower is the meeting place where the fate of countless magicians can be decided.

In that secret conversation, as bright as the stars.

Every single night, they converse in a language no one can understand.

Every morning, I hide in a realm unseen by people.

Is the fruit of each discussion the ultimate dream of magic?

But its essence—

"In the end... it was all just self-serving scheming... that's why they did so much..."

The old man meant that this was essentially an unsolvable problem, and the outcome of such a meeting was decided before it even began, meaning there could be no result.

"The clock tower has existed for so many years, and Barthezello has existed since the clock tower existed."

The old man scoffed.

"As a rising star, Lord El-Melloi of this generation... how much do you know about this matter...?"

But the blonde girl didn't answer; instead, she raised her wine glass.

"Vote."

"Let's start the war."

The old man's words immediately drew the attention of all the monarchs present—

And then, the tremors that followed the spirit tomb, and the terrifying magic that was being drawn up from within the spirit tomb.

Was this something Barthezello did on purpose? Was he directly launching an attack on El-Melloi?

When the monarchs thought this, they found that the old man also looked surprised, which meant that it was not him who had done it.

Although the reason was unknown, in the next instant, a pale light appeared there, spiraling in a spiral.

Everyone seemed to be rocking in the cradle of time.

Long, distant, and endless.

Experiencing an atmosphere that no human has ever truly felt before, like a dream being blown away, and achievements gradually fading away with the sound of the tide.

After all, the essence that forms the foundation of the clock tower has not changed; the fragments of the stars are here, and the dream that will never be lost truly resides within the spirit tomb.

Meanwhile, an earthquake struck London, causing some commotion.

Subsequently, the news announced by the Clock Tower was that the Tomb of the Dead had suddenly exploded.

Then, perhaps because the El-Melloi lineage, the three noble lineages, and the entire Heritage Department unanimously decided to 'treat the matter as if it never happened,' the Clock Tower became unusually united, at least in this matter.

The construction workers and magicians sent by the two factions repaired the exploded spirit tomb in just a few days and then left.

That being said, these are merely formalities.

Because the Clock Tower has decided to erase the Grand Order decision, all the figures listed in the report are fabricated. It is ridiculous that a falsified report has to be carefully examined, but it is common sense that forgery often has to be done precisely.

Thus, the overt content of this Grand Council meeting, which should have ignited a civil war within the Clock Tower, was—

'The very existence of the Department of Law and Politics was deemed problematic and ceased to be recognized as a discipline. From then on, it became the Bureau of Law and Politics, and the number of departments decreased from twelve to eleven.'

The possibility of a civil war in the clock tower was thus buried in time, and in the instant of disappearance, the monarchs vaguely saw that the monarchs of Barthelon were swallowed up by the tomb itself.

208: Leonardo da Vinci, is that Mona Lisa you? (4k)

It is nighttime.

The old man stood on a hill not far from Rome, gazing at the starry sky in the distance.

He is Leonardo da Vinci, one of the three giants of the Renaissance, hailed as the "omnipotent man".

He seemed to be 'omnipotent' by default, possessing talents in science, mathematics, engineering, natural history, music, architecture, sculpture, painting, invention, weapons development, and even magic.

For Leonardo da Vinci, anything was possible. His mentor Verrocchio, friends Machiavelli and Botticelli, as well as supporters such as Cesare Borgia, King Francis I of France, and the world's people all called him a genius.

No, that's not how it works. Everything is thanks to learning, but it's simply the product of continuous learning about the 'reasons for the formation of all things'.

Leonardo da Vinci thought calmly like this when he was young.

Indeed, in this respect, virtually no one can rival him; the only one who might be comparable is Michelangelo. And this is limited to the realm of art. In other fields, especially science and mathematics, no one can surpass him.

If you ask why?

Leonardo da Vinci would have answered like this:

“Learning is simply about correctly grasping and organizing the information you receive, and storing it in your mind as knowledge that you can refer to at any time. It is not about creating something from nothing by relying on divine gifts. It is about developing, applying, and releasing the information you receive. This structure is very clear and logical, right? Anyone can do it, can’t they?”

However, both his friends and the millions of people around the world called him an unparalleled omnipotent person.

"Oh, I see. Almighty. That's what you all call me, I see."

In this way, Leonardo da Vinci naturally developed a 'self-awareness' of omnipotence.

Therefore, it is only natural that Leonardo da Vinci was able to display his talent in this field after learning about the hidden mystery of magic.

Despite lacking the magic circuits honed through generations of family bloodlines, and without the magic imprints resulting from generations of research, Omnipotence remains intact.

Although Leonardo da Vinci was born with only a small number of magical circuits, their quality was beyond comprehension, and their composition could only be described as extraordinary. In other words, his omnipotence would also play a role in the world of magic.

Therefore, even though the training time was very short, he still managed to manipulate multiple attributes and master magic in many systems.

"Why? Why do you possess such talent? Is it due to that unusual magic circuit? Or perhaps, is it from the bloodline left behind by the divine magicians, which manifests through intergenerational inheritance?"

When Margie asked this question, this is how Leonardo da Vinci answered.

"Who knows? But you see, I've heard I'm 'omnipotent,' you know?"

His smile was so beautiful, like a goddess descended to earth, regardless of gender. Leonardo da Vinci was undoubtedly omnipotent even in the realm of beauty... This is not an unfounded praise. It is said that the David statue that survived to this day was sculpted based on Leonardo da Vinci in his youth.

However, these were things from his youth. Leonardo da Vinci was now sixty-three years old. Although his facial expression remained calm and gentle, unlike the lively and vivid expression of his youth, his smile was still incredibly beautiful.

At this moment, Leonardo da Vinci held the crumpled notebook in his hands, turning page after page.

Using increasingly shorter pens, draw lines on pure white paper, following the strokes of the pen to depict memorable events as paintings.

For example, Giuliano, an honest believer in the Roman Catholic Church.

For example, Michelangelo was no less talented than his friend in art.

For example, Rapé, the most powerful genius in the comprehensiveness of art.

For example, Pope Alexander VI, who made a deal with the Dead Apostles to obtain the means to prolong his life, was of bad character but devout.

He sketched everything he had ever seen, carefully adding annotations to each of these memories.

All of the above would be absurd and ridiculous even in the world of magic.

Da Vinci revised it until he was satisfied, and after carefully examining it, he nodded slightly.

For him, this was just a routine, everyday thing.

Then, Leonardo da Vinci turned to the first page of the notebook.

Unlined lines, a blank page.

Leonardo da Vinci traced the blank pages of his notebook with his fingertips, allowing the outline to emerge in his mind.

“...Favier”.

Those familiar with Leonardo da Vinci know that he was a rational and open-minded person, but he would also pursue things that fascinated him with great interest.

They are also the type who can accurately assess their own abilities.

I can basically observe, deduce, and calculate what I can and cannot do, as well as what others can and cannot do, with just a glance. Therefore, I can grasp everything and remain calm. For me, 'unexpected' events do not easily occur, and even if they do, I can resolve them quickly.

Therefore, Leonardo da Vinci's interest in Favia was unexpected for a long time.

If you pay close attention, a certain emotion will well up in your heart, and something like a flower will bloom in your chest.