Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

"...Your life shines brightly simply because of the justice in your heart. You are a wonderful person, Shirou Emiya."

"You know my name? You know me?!"

However, Emiya's question remained unanswered, because Ivia vanished the next moment, as if it were all an illusion.

"...What on earth is going on...?"

Despite his confusion, Emiya chose to continue forward into the bamboo forest.

……

At Homurahara Academy, Karen, who became a school nurse so she could see children crying up close, sipped her hot coffee and gazed out at the heavy snow falling.

According to the weather forecast, it is expected to snow all day in Fuyuki today.

Therefore, the school issued a notice of suspension of classes... It's a real pity that we can't see the crying faces.

The snow on the ground should melt by the afternoon, so we can see children playing in the snow, and then see them crying after failing to throw snowballs... But speaking of which, Fuyuki City has been acting strangely lately, with signs of some kind of magic that I failed to notice in time.

It's impossible for anyone to escape the Church's watchful eye, whether they are a foreign magician or a local one; no one can escape God's gaze.

"Could it be there?"

Thinking about how recently no one had been going to a certain small park, which might be the source of the problem, Karen finished her coffee in one gulp and then walked out of the infirmary.

Soon, the sound of tires screeching against the ground filled the deserted schoolyard, and Karen rode her motorcycle swaggering towards a small park not far from Homurahara Academy.

"I can't stand it, it's still too cold."

Upon arriving at her destination, Karen removed her helmet, revealing her long, silver hair that had been tied up.

In sub-zero temperatures, white breath drifted through the air.

"It was just an illusion after all—"

The girl glanced around and, finding nothing there, suddenly stopped.

Karen was puzzled by the discovery of a tent in the park, even though she hadn't sensed any magical aura. The tent seemed to have always been there, which she also saw as a threat.

However, despite thinking this way, the silver-haired girl still walked towards the tent and lifted the tent flap.

however--

A surge of desire welled up within me.

"..."

Looking at the silver-haired boy lying there as if he were asleep, Karen swallowed hard and trembled all over.

I want to touch the child's chest, sensitive areas, or protruding parts.

This puzzled Karen greatly.

When he was nine years old, he was one of the people involved in a sudden purge within the church and was sent to the Vatican for instruction, where he received the baptism he had been looking forward to.

Has this led me to gradually become a servant of the Lord, or has it taken me down a completely different path?

Karen has never been entirely clear about her true feelings.

After all, the inner world, whether it belongs to someone else or oneself, is exceptionally difficult to understand.

But one thought remained unwavering in her conviction: she had dedicated her life to the Lord, and that she existed to serve the Lord in heaven and the people He loved.

But why does this nameless child before me evoke in me the urge to become a demon? My constitution is clearly—

“It’s illegal to have such desires for children, you big sister from the church.”

"Ivia said softly as she woke up, looking at the trembling Karen with eyes as deep as the ocean."

"Yes, I don't deny that."

"...I think you're living too comfortably."

Chapter 385: The Transfer Student, a Unique Feature in Romantic Comedies.

"What heartless words!"

Karen, like a little devil, touched her moist lips with her index finger.

"However, young sir, you exude a serious aura like a high nun in a Roman monastery. Could you be an intelligence agent sent by the church to secretly monitor whether I am keeping a close watch on Fuyuki? Rest assured, I am very serious. If you don't believe me, you can come to my room and see for yourself."

"Although you acted like 'If you just nod, then I have no choice but to let you do whatever you want,' I've already experienced being hugged by a crying elementary school girl who ran away from home, being secretly followed by a blushing middle school girl, and being squatted down and acted coquettishly by a drunk female teacher in the past few days, so I don't find it very interesting. And I remember, your name is Karen Altsia, right?"

"Hehe, you actually know my name, that's interesting."

"Working in the elementary school health room, you're thrilled by the opportunity to legally come into contact with crying children, and you can't help but drool when you see such a scene. You must be the kind of person who enjoys this."

Ivia sighed.

“新约圣经，诗篇第82段的3，4句，127段第三句；马可福音第10段16句，19段14句。”

"You must seek justice for the poor and orphans..."

Karen murmured unconsciously, staring at Ivia in surprise before laughing again. "I didn't expect you to know so much about me. Are you perhaps interested in me and that's why you investigated me? Were you secretly spying on me?"

"If you keep talking like that, you might end up drowning."

“Mark 18:6: ‘Whoever causes one of these little ones who have believed in me to stumble, let him hang a millstone around his neck and sink him into the sea…’ What a kind punishment indeed.”

Karen answered in the same way Ivia had done before.

"I don't think the punishments in the book are that terrible, but considering how casual you are, you could have been much more cruel."

The last word, 'cruel,' touched Karen's heart.

Although the boy's words sounded like heretical pronouncements from someone who claimed to be Pope Novia or the Lord, Karen would probably have already taken action against anyone else. However, she hadn't been able to do so since the moment she entered, so she wouldn't do it now.

In her view, this person who shares the same faith as her might just be trying to lighten the mood when facing the 'unknown'.

"Whom is being treated with cruelty?"

Karen winked seductively, then deliberately reached out to Ivia, attempting to grab his hand.

"Didn't the nun in charge of you at the church tell you not to use magic on ordinary people?"

Ivia said with a smile, while slightly altering her aura. In that instant, Karen noticed that not only her aura, but also her motionless body, or rather, her overall balance, had undergone an inexplicable subtle change.

"You really are from the church..."

Karen smiled, sensing the essence of the Bible.

From the moment they met, the boy subtly made Karen feel very relaxed in his presence.

To be honest, Karen believed that she had fallen in love at first sight, just like in a fairy tale.

The child's behavior was somewhat wicked, yet endearing; his long, silver hair, similar to his own, hung straight down his back; even his expression was indifferent yet fierce; and his voice was clear yet ruthless.

Every aspect of it made her slightly excited and unforgettable; the child had such a strong allure for her, but it was still far less than the Lord.

After all, I have already dedicated my life to the Lord, so being the guardian angel of this child is enough for me.

Of course, before that, there are still things that need to be 'interrogated' out—

"Since that's the case, let's get back to the point: who exactly are you?"

After all, she had only been there for a short time. Karen had not yet heard any information from the church headquarters about someone coming to replace her or sending more people to monitor her. This was probably because they thought the Einzbern family's rituals were meaningless. But she was happy with that, as it was very easy.

But the boy in front of her was using the Bible as a foundation, yet he was secretly doing things she didn't know about right under her nose. This really puzzled Karen. Could it be that the internal purges in the church had ended without her knowledge? And the internal strife had started again?

“I am Ivia, this is my name.”

"This name..."

Upon hearing the name Ivia, Karen thought of the little girl from the Einzbern family; after all, if you removed the surname, their names differed by only one letter.

Such a coincidence was enough to give Karen a lot to think about. After all, in the world of magic, if something is similar to another, it can replace the other's function if conditions permit.

"Are you an agent trained by the church?"

"An organization that uses low-level agents as consumables has no reason to exist, and the Grand Council is no longer of any use."

Ivia didn't seem to give Karen a direct answer, but Karen, being from the church, naturally understood the real meaning.

Aside from the burial agencies and a few powerful agents, almost all the lower-level agents are just consumables, essentially a human wave tactic used purely as a weapon. After all, apart from some who are cardinals’ illegitimate children and whose identities cannot be made public, they are mostly adopted orphans or people who were unable to return to normal life after the Dead Apostle disaster and whose spirits were on the verge of collapse.

I've heard that the agents in the early days of the church were very pure, but after so many years, it's impossible for them to be so pure anymore.

But aside from that, what puzzled Karen most was Ivia's tone, which seemed to completely...disdain the Pope, or even the Church as an organization? To dare so blatantly ignore a massive organization that had existed for thousands of years—that was truly—

awesome!

The youthful passion stemmed from the anger of being a powerless agent and the anxiety of being unable to compete with an organization that was too large for him to handle.

Because failure is a possibility, sooner or later he will realize that if he had given up on this idea from the beginning, he would have avoided the pain. He will realize that it is wrong to have expectations of such things, and seeing himself still in the church will make him furious and angry.

Isn't it wonderful to treat yourself with a fiercer expression, ruthless words, and violent actions?

"I have to say, your facial expression control is just too bad."

As if she already knew Karen's thoughts, Ivia gave a detached reply.

"What expression does Ivia want me to wear? Serious, infatuated, or seductive?"

Karen raised a finger, staring intently down at Ivia.

"Although I have some involvement with the church's beliefs, I would say I am a Buddhist now."

"Hmm? Shouldn't those Buddhist monks be bald? Such long hair, and the same color as mine, what a pity. You should join the faith of God instead. That's much better than those bald monks. I'll take good care of you."

"Can I ask you to leave then?"

"There's nothing we can do about it. By the way, seeing that you're still living in a tent in the wild, living such a miserable life, do you want to come home with me to plan your grand scheme? If you agree, I'm willing to listen to any request or wish you may have. However, whether I fulfill it for you depends on my mood."

The girl licked her lips with a deliberately seductive expression, and then continued as if it were perfectly natural.

"After all, one person unconditionally obeys another, one person puts a collar on another, and is regarded as a pig or trash. Our relationship hasn't reached that point yet. Although it's an act several levels lower than unconditional love, and something I originally despised, I would love it if you did it... Besides, helping abandoned children is also God's will."

"Although I understand that no one is perfect, it's still possible to try to be perfect, right? No matter how incompetent I am, I will still try my best to take care of you. But right now, I suggest you take a cold shower to calm down your horny brain."

The instant Ivia finished speaking, Karen felt the water.

It's not water that comes down from above using magic tricks, but water that's literally all around.

...I don't think so, do I?

The moment cold sweat trickled down Karen's cheeks, which she had unconsciously closed her eyes, it seemed to become a signal. Her muscles stiffened rapidly in the cold water, and her struggling movements appeared clumsy and powerless. The light on the water's surface distorted in the violent ripples, and the surrounding sounds were swallowed up by the sound of the water, as if time had stopped at that moment.

This supposedly despairing situation came into Karen's view as she opened her eyes.

They were just inside the tent, but as if they had teleported, they were now underwater.

So cold.

It felt like even my brain was frozen.

However, Karen was not particularly desperate about this; she was simply pleased.

"Is this punishment? Despite understanding the teachings of the Bible, I cannot suppress the surge of emotion welling up from the depths of my heart."

Despite the cold, Karen's eyes shone brightly.

He was soaking wet. What would that child think if he saw him? There was nothing he could do about it; after all, he was the one who got himself into this shameful state.

But the joy that Karenna, who had escaped from the water, almost spilled from her throat stopped abruptly when she suddenly felt the chill subside slightly.

While underwater, I could see the snow falling thicker and thicker, and even the wind in the water started to blow... but I didn't realize until I escaped that I was in my own bathroom.

Karen wasn't particularly surprised, only marveling at how terrifying the child's magical abilities were. But it was normal; if he weren't so outstanding, who would dare to harbor rebellious thoughts against the church? It was perfectly normal.

"I can't wait any longer, I won't give you a single minute of freedom..."

As she said this, Karen chuckled softly, then chuckled again, and then, in the next moment, she exposed the heat that had been trapped inside the bathroom.

Amidst the intense heat, Karen quickly dressed and pushed open the door.

"I can't stand it, it's still too cold."

Even so, Karen still had a smile on her face and jogged into the park.

Upon arrival at their destination, they spoke openly and brazenly outside the tent.

"I am back again."

After glancing at Karen, Ivia, who was sitting cross-legged, drank the tea she had prepared and then waved her hand.

"Looks like we need to step up our efforts—"