Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

"Don't push yourself too hard."

"I didn't force you—"

"Even if you're trying your best, don't overdo it, okay?"

While Bavan Shi and Favia were talking, Tralock suddenly spoke up.

The black-haired girl, whose expression remained calm, furrowed her brows slightly as she gazed at the silver-haired youth and the red-haired fairy:

"Since you're such good friends, can't you consider each other's feelings a little more?"

"Um, I'm sorry... Well, there's nothing I can do... After all, if I still can't learn it after so long..."

At this moment, Bavan Shi looked like a scolded child, shrinking back.

Favia, however, seemed unfazed and smiled as she said, "Even so, it's something we have to do for the sake of the future."

Although the two did not communicate much, they shared the same ideas and had the same reasons for doing so.

"Those two guys are really speechless."

In fact, Tralock, who had been watching all along, understood this point.

Of course she understood.

It is precisely because the two of them can do this that their relationship is so good.

"...You two are such a perfect match..."

Tralock sighed helplessly and murmured softly in a voice no one could hear.

"Huh? Tralock, you just said—"

"It's nothing, you two continue, I have to go now."

The black-haired girl casually dismissed Bavan Shi's question and walked away on her own.

It's November, the season when the biting north winds are gradually arriving.

Inside Tenochtitlan, flowers in season were blooming, and the familiar fragrance, carried by the recent breeze, brought a smile to Tralock's face.

The more beautiful Tenochtitlan is, the happier she is, and she wishes she could stay that way forever.

After all, Tenochtitlan is a city that captivates everyone, even making them forget to breathe.

It is a city that shines with a 'special' brilliance in the heart of the cruel world of Central and South America.

"Tenochtictland is definitely the most beautiful."

As the black-haired girl walked towards the Lake of the Moon in Tenochtitlan, which was herself, the cheers of the Aztecs still echoed deep in her mind—words she would only utter when she was alone.

Although she is the incarnation of Lake Texcoco of the Moon, and can be called Traloc, her real name is Tenochtitlan. This sounds like self-praise, but even her brother Smoke Mirror, whom she considers her brother, probably hasn't heard of her.

Sitting on a chair by the Lake of the Moon, Tralock squinted his eyes, enjoying the warm moment under the bright sunlight.

Then, she heard a sound—

In the distance, the sound of drums could be heard.

The thumping sound kept going on and on.

This wasn't the first time she'd heard this sound, but even so, the black-haired girl opened her eyes with a sense of nostalgia, because it was the activity the people living here were carrying out for the ceremony, and it was also everything she loved; seeing these things made her feel very warm inside.

The constant flow of people was incredibly noisy, even overwhelming Tralock.

Such a radiant smile, such a lively atmosphere—the black-haired girl felt a pang of sadness at the thought of the important ceremony to come.

The Great Temple of Tenochtitlan once housed the rain god and the Left Hummingbird, but with the arrival of Favia, the Left Hummingbird has been removed. And soon, before this momentous ceremony, even the rain god will be removed for Favia's Fifth Sun.

The idea that an outsider created a belief system that placed him above all the gods, based on his own image, would be unacceptable to the local mystic community no matter what.

However, for Tralock, this sadness did not last long before it disappeared.

Because she felt the Lake of the Moon, and a sense of vitality naturally arose in Tenochtitlan.

Tralock recalled what Favia had said to him a few days earlier when she was looking for him.

"Lake Texcoco, the final resting place of the wandering Aztecs, and the name of the lake on which Tenochtitlan was later built, also known as the Lake of the Moon."

"...You already know my identity?" Tralock showed no panic whatsoever, his face remaining as indifferent as ever. "So what?"

Favia didn't seem too bothered by the black-haired girl's obvious disgust, and simply continued:

“I need your help, as the convergence point of the ‘human reason’ that brings peace and prosperity to mankind, and also the assistance of the Third Sun at this moment.”

Upon hearing this, Tralock exhaled and then spoke:

"...What do you want me to do?"

“Assist me in having the fifth sun engraved on the solar calendar stone at the ceremony to be held in a few days, so that everyone will know of the existence of the fifth sun.”

"You make it sound so simple, but do you think it will go that smoothly? That's something that's been passed down since the age of gods, a physical manifestation of the concept of fate."

"...I can't say for sure, but I do need your help as the Third Sun, Traloc."

The black-haired girl's expression remained as cold as if she were about to kill someone, and in most cases, she could not convey the emotions in her voice through her tone of voice.

In the end, she only uttered one sentence to the silver-haired man.

I will come.

"You came?"

As evening approached, Tralock returned and opened the door to find Bavan Shi gently embracing Favia, relaxing her body, and leaning against him, motionless, as if asleep.

Favia did not panic at the sudden arrival of the black-haired girl. She continued to hold the sleeping Bavan Shi and, after asking a question, turned her gaze to the window. She saw that pair of clear blue eyes looking at the Great Temple without any fluctuation. Traloc also looked in that direction, at the Sun Stone that had been passed down since the Age of Gods.

"...I thought you would rest with her for a while longer, but I didn't expect it to be so soon."

"Just a short rest is fine, as long as Xiaoxi can get some rest."

That gentle expression made Tralock hold his breath instantly, instinctively pressing his hand to his excited heart and taking a deep breath.

Sometimes, this human will do these kinds of things because of Bavan Shi.

Therefore, seeing her with such an expression makes one feel a sense of loneliness, as if being left out, and unsure of what to do with one's feelings.

"Are you ready for the ceremony in a few days, Rain God Traloc?"

“Of course.” Tralock tossed his hair, his expression completely unchanged. “But it feels a little strange that you call me that… Oh well, whatever.”

"After all, you are the third sun."

Favia said firmly.

"...Okay, that works too."

The black-haired girl seemed to want to say something but hesitated.

Although in her memory, this person's views were as strong as ever.

This might make her feel something she can't quite put her finger on.

"what happened?"

The silver-haired youth seemed to notice a rare change in the expression on the black-haired girl's face.

"nothing."

"If you have any concerns about this, you might as well relax and treat it as just an ordinary ceremony."

"Ordinary?"

Tralock blinked and couldn't help but say.

Ordinary? This is a highly disrespectful event; how can it be considered an ordinary thing?

But actually, it's probably not something just anyone can do like him.

Only then did she belatedly realize that, in reality, Favia was completely different from what the smoke mirror had described.

"We'll use the 'great achievements' of all the suns to carve the fifth sun onto the solar calendar stone, in order to deal with a world whose rules are being broken and which is gradually heading towards destruction... This is a plan that we've been talking about for a long time."

Hearing Favia say this so casually, Tralock silently replied in her mind, "Yes," though she herself didn't seem to realize it.

"To be honest, I think it's too early to say that this could prevent the world from being destroyed. Even if you really become the fifth sun... I still don't think this rule will be so easily solved."

This bloody human sacrifice ritual, so long that Tralock barely remembered its end, filled the entire Central and South America with cruel rules of blood, and she felt it couldn't possibly end so easily.

only......

"However, if it could really end like this... I think that would be nice."

Upon hearing this, Favia pondered for a while.

"If it ends like this..."

He only got halfway through his sentence before stopping.

Tralock felt he could vaguely guess the reason.

While Favia might wish for this cruel rule to end, it wasn't actually his purpose in coming here; it was merely a side effect.

Once the missing, mysterious object on his chest is found, he will have no reason to get involved in the conflict between Central and South America and Spain, and can simply leave at a certain time.

Thinking about it this way made the black-haired girl feel resentful and depressed.

She wasn't quite sure why she felt this way.

However, Favia remained silent at this moment, not saying a word, but simply straightening his back and gazing at her with calm eyes.

This made Tralock somewhat anxious, and he even felt an urge to draw his weapon and fight, apparently because he hadn't killed him yet.

In short, the black-haired girl understood at that moment that she was undoubtedly in a terrible mood.

Ugh, this guy is so good at reading the mood and saying nice things to make Bawanshi happy.

But now it seems like they don't understand anything at all. Ugh, it's infuriating.

“...My initial goal was simply to find this thing.” Favia held up the broken silver key on her chest and said with a smile, “Because my sister is waiting for me, I have to collect them all. I’ve also been thinking about how I should meet her when the time comes. I haven’t decided yet.”

"But before that time comes, whether I've thought it through or not... well, there's one thing I've already thought about."

In Favia's voice, there was a voice she had heard before, as if it contained an unshakable determination.

"I'm here, and that's my choice."

243: "I came here to destroy something." (5k5)

A gentle breeze blew through the ancient city, the dense forest where animals roamed, and along the nearby roads. Although the wind was strong, the Americans, who had been waiting for a long time, made no sound. To them, the howling wind sounded like heavenly music, and the vast ocean blessed the earth with the sun's grace.

Today, a grand ceremony uniting the people of Central and South America is about to take place.

Unlike the human sacrifices of the Aztecs and Mayans, and unlike the totem worship of Native Americans, it was a unique and unparalleled new ritual.

This doesn't need much publicity; they just need to know that the organizer's name is Favia to understand.

Favia—at this moment, when people in Central and South America hear this name, they immediately think of:

"He is a great man, just like the sun on earth."

This was the first impression this person left on the Native Americans.

Favia is known in the hearts of the indigenous people of Central and South America for abolishing the protracted human sacrifice, resolving the War of the Flowers, unifying the world, rescuing compatriots suffering from the torment of the devilish Spanish in distant lands, and bringing a unified meaning to the dialogue of languages.

Cultural convergence and the accounts of the indigenous people rescued on the island of Cuba gave the indigenous people of Central and South America a clearer understanding of the white-skinned Spaniards. In their eyes, they were just demons in a false appearance, different from Favia or Father Bartolomé.

For this reason, every Native American in the Americas would likely, in the future, participate without hesitation in the struggle to defend their homeland and expel invaders when their country is in peril, and this spirit would gradually take deep root in their national character.

At noon, outside the Great Temple of Tenochtitlan, a city on water, Favia stood with his left hand painted blue and his right hand painted gold, and a leopard mask, a gift from the Smoke Mirror, draped over his bare torso.

This is a symbol used by the Maya, Aztecs, and other Native Americans during their grandest ceremonies.

The Mayan blue, the Native American gold, and the Aztec's favorite blood red, but since human sacrifice had been banned by him, he used the sacred beasts of Central and South America as the standard. It can be said that the Faviat was based on traditional customs and modified them, otherwise there would have been no need to be naked from the waist up.

A red flower drifted into the view of people in Central and South America, followed by blue and gold, and then the red flower flew into a world with only these colors.

These colors drifted lightly in the wind before people, and as if reflexively reaching out, they gently grasped the gift that seemed to have fallen from the sky. Turning their heads in the direction of the oncoming wind, they saw figures.

Thus, a giant coyote followed behind, with numerous priests and officials surrounding the figure in the center.

Although he hadn't come over yet, people already knew who he was.