Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

After a while, Novia felt a warm breath coming from her abdomen, and Kama released his hand as if nothing had happened.

Just as Kama was about to say something, he couldn't help but blink and look at Novia, who was not acting strangely at the moment. For some reason, Kama seemed to see the scene of himself carrying the young Kavia on his back and shooting 'arrows of love' all over the world during the Indian pantheon.

Although it was just an illusion, it still made her feel a little confused, so she blurted it out.

"Gavia,... what happened?"

Am I that obvious?

Novia tilted her head and said.

Unexpectedly, Kama saw through it. Was it because of the concept of Mara?

After all, I was very careful because I felt there was no need to worry about showing weakness in front of others, or having similar thoughts.

He kept thinking about why he subconsciously called the woman in his hazy memory "mother." It seemed to be mainly because he thought of Kama, and considering the relationship between Kama and himself, perhaps to some extent, that woman was also a combination of the two.

Ultimately, I am also a human being, and as a human being, I was born from a mother.

Novia had previously believed that she had been abandoned.

So who is it? Ashamed to see their mother? Could it be... a virgin giving birth?

No, it's not necessarily the so-called mother; it could be something else entirely. There is absolutely no such person in the New Testament.

Isaiah 7:14 states: “Then the virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and will call him Immanuel.” This is a Hebrew name meaning “the Lord with us.” In the New Testament, this is a title belonging to Jesus, signifying that he is the embodiment of the one God with humanity.

In fact, the woman in Revelation chapter 12, clothed with the sun, standing on the moon, and wearing a crown of twelve stars, being persecuted by the dragon, is generally considered to be the vision of Moriah giving birth to a virgin, but no matter how hard the interpreters try, they cannot fit it into this vision.

Therefore, Revelation chapter 11 ends with "the Holy of Holies in heaven was opened and the Ark of the Covenant was seen within it," which leads to the beginning of chapter 12...

But Novia still felt something was wrong with this way of thinking.

Since the 'most holy' in the Holy of Holies prefigures the spirit, if one were to project oneself as the Holy Spirit into this, then it would mean she gave birth to me? And I gave birth to her? So she is both mother and daughter? No wonder I suddenly thought of… when I thought of Carma.

But, to be honest, Novia thought the conjecture was somewhat absurd.

However, he could also sense a strange sense of ease that couldn't be easily explained.

Since it is an existence far beyond human comprehension, it must be far removed from normal imagination.

"Uh-huh."

Kama nodded.

Seeing Novia's reaction, a thought immediately came to Eros's mind.

Something's fishy. Could it be that I've run into some troublesome guy again...? Luckily, I'm more skilled and figured it out at a glance.

"This is mainly because I suddenly remembered a woman who didn't really have any real connection to me not long ago."

Kama, the god of love, found Novia's answer strange. What did she mean by "women without substance"? Did she mean any woman other than Moses, Durga, and herself? Oh well, she's just another woman anyway. Ah, that's normal, after all, she's Kavia—

"In some ways, she might be my mother whom I've never met."

"...Wait, isn't that my ecological niche?"

For a moment, Kama was confused because he did not understand the meaning of Gavia's words, and his face showed an expression that seemed to say, 'This development should not have happened.'

At this moment, Kama was overloaded. Her eyes were slightly open, her pretty, long eyelashes trembled incessantly, and below her neat nose, her small, soft, rosy lips opened and closed slightly as if she were enduring something.

Although I was only a foster mother back then, and I was in charge of everything for Gavia, I'm not saying a real mother isn't good enough—no, she's just not good enough! If you don't raise someone, what kind of mother are you? I'm the real one! That wretched guy, trying to steal at a time like this? Don't let me catch him, or I'll chase him away with my Beast Origin and Grand Rank! Aaaaaah!

As for the confused Kama, Novia smiled slightly, swallowing the words 'it could be her daughter, or it could be both,' and instead gave another answer: 'But it's just a guess, nothing is certain yet, I'm just saying whatever comes to mind.'

Hearing Novia's words, Kama, who had come to her senses, took a breath, knelt down on one knee, and her purple stockings had somehow slipped down to her ankles, revealing her soft, smooth, and beautiful calves. Then, she grabbed the edges of the stockings with both hands and pulled them up in one go.

Looking down from Novia's perspective, one can easily see the faint shadows cast by the shoulder bones on Nagamo's back, which is shrouded in a purple veil, running down the center of her back to her waist. The distinct curve of her spine emphasizes her good posture.

"call……"

Kamana's soft lips parted slightly, exhaling a faint yet heavy breath, her thighs rubbing against each other.

"Because I... have always looked forward to seeing you again. So, well, it's not like we haven't done it before..."

Then she began to unbutton her shirt—

"Don't worry, I really didn't say that to you on purpose."

Novia responded in a very gentle voice.

Then, he gently kissed her soft cheeks, her small nose, and finally, her delicate, lovely lips in that pose.

"...Oh, is that so?"

After Novia revealed her true thoughts and actions, Kama stared wide-eyed as if he had been unexpectedly attacked, responding in a voice lacking confidence, his flushed cheeks puffing up like an angry squirrel.

The goddess of love just felt a great crisis, because that guy was going to affect her ecological niche. All along, she had used her status to put herself in a way that she could not overpower Durga and Moses, although it had little effect. However, Kama still felt a little bit of responsibility for this.

As an elder, I naturally have to keep a close eye on these younger guys for Gavia.

After all, I was the first one, so isn't that only natural?

This is something even that bastard Shiva admitted.

But if it were true, I wouldn't be qualified. After all, it's real, and I'm just a fake...

Leaving aside Mara, as the god of love, he was at most a minor god, holding only a second-class seat even at the banquet of the gods. At Daksha's fire festival, he was just an ordinary god; he was only lucky at that time.

Being able to adopt Gavia, one of the four reborn gods, would surely make everyone in the entire pantheon of Hinduism happy.

Fortunately, I found it myself. At the time, it looked so small, yet it could fill Cupid's chest completely.

So, when Novia thought she would remain silent, Kama stood straight in front of her and made this declaration.

"However, this is my stage, and also my battlefield."

Perhaps not understanding the meaning of that sentence, Novia tilted her head blankly.

"What battlefield? Kama, what are you using the Grand rank to enhance? Wait, why did the old man give you the Grand rank? Your Spirit Origin hasn't been changed back yet..."

Novia frowned in confusion, then immediately thought of a certain fact and widened her eyes.

"Wait, you'll cry if you act like this..."

"It doesn't matter whether people are reasonable or not! It's a battlefield in the literal sense. Listen to your mother, be good and don't move! I'll hide you from all dangers. I'll protect you from all harm, and I'll do everything for you."

Then, Kama looked up at Novia, blushing and looking embarrassed, his small fingers intertwined on his thigh.

Cupid has just felt fear.

Cupid has just begun to feel timid.

Therefore, she chose to grip Novia's hand tightly again.

"Even if the guy you're talking about, Gavia, is real, I won't let her touch you. If you're not going to keep him, you have no responsibility, and I'll take responsibility. Be prepared! I'm Moro now! Heh, I remember you're Dipankara, right? Let me make you fall completely in one fell swoop. I'm going to vent my pressure on you, you know?"

Kama's expression was more sinister than ever before.

An overwhelming magical power swirled within her, her soft, delicate lips as red as fresh tomatoes, and the subtle breath exhaled from her slightly parted lips would make the recipient's cheeks tingle slightly; the goddess of love released a dangerous charm.

Even if this weren't the Himalayas, it wouldn't matter. The atrocities of using the power gained from giving up one's Grand Commander for personal gain had vanished from his mind, leaving no room for hesitation.

"Ah, I am the real one, that niche belongs only to me!"

Chapter 455 Purgatory Holy Sword Factory.

"Hahaha, everyone, why be so reserved? It's only natural that you're shocked by my handsomeness, but there's no need to be shocked for so long, hahaha. After all, this is what a king is all about!"

Charlemagne crossed his arms over his chest, a wide smile on his face as he looked at the mountain people, especially the Hassans whose expressions were obscured by their skull masks.

The sky was clear and bright, and although the sun was shining, a cold wind was still blowing.

The energetic Charlemagne was like a patient recovering from a serious illness, so much so that in just five days, everyone in the entire mountain village knew him. 'A strangely enthusiastic person' would probably be the assessment of ordinary people who didn't know his true identity.

But for Hassan and his men, whom he had recently captured in the Mobile City, it was an extremely unsettling situation.

After all, the changes are really too great. Not to mention that his face has changed from an old man to a young man, his personality has changed from calm to a lively and cheerful big boy. He has no majesty as a king at all, and is more like a knight who travels around punishing evil and promoting good.

However, the reason Charlemagne became so warm and cheerful this time, besides being cured in Novia when she was about to leave the Mobile City, was also due to the simple and pure heart of this Father of Europe.

That's great! Since my brother-in-law is here, my sister will probably be here too.

Although Novia explicitly stated that he wasn't there, it didn't stop Charlemagne from having a rosy complexion and looking very healthy.

"Um, may I tell you?"

Just then, Kyoko raised her hand to speak.

Because Novia has been in the shrine for five days and has not yet appeared, Kyoko is a little anxious. But it is also strange because she feels that since the Venerable One's aura is all on that dead disciple, it should not take so long... unless something has happened that they could not predict.

But now that things had come to this, Hassan and Charlemagne could only wait quietly.

"Hmm? Is there anything you want to say? Feel free to tell me."

Charlemagne gave a calm smile. "After all, oh dear, I forgot you never told me your name. Sorry, sorry."

"It doesn't matter. I still dedicate everything to my faith, even my name."

Kyoko paused, then bowed her head before the Hassans. "If you may, call me by the name my Master used in that war, Kyoko."

"It's strange, little Nobuko, I seem to have sensed your presence during the Holy Grail War in the Snowfield, but I haven't been able to find you..."

"Because I have been guarding the apartment of Master Altrucci and Lady Novia."

“Altruchi? That name… Let me think… Isn’t that guy a Dead Apostle? How did he become a Master?”

Charlemagne's eyes widened slightly. Then she immediately narrowed them. "Wait a minute, are you saying that my brother-in-law also has a relationship with this guy?"

Kyonobu's nod confirmed Charlemagne's idea.

but.

This wasn't exactly hard to accept, since he had read many documents about the past fifth century while he was still alive, including both secular and mystical content. Therefore, he had heard about the Magic Association led by his brother-in-law Avia, which was ostracized by the church, the magical beasts that the church captured, studied, and killed at will, and the united army of dead apostles that the church was relentlessly hunting down.

Otherwise, why would he be supporting the El-Melloi family on the island of Britain? It was just that his brother-in-law was their monarch at the time, and their power was allowed to grow together with the Church as long as they allowed it.

Based on his memories from the present world, Charlemagne knows that there are two princesses in the current era, but if we consider the realm of the Dead Apostles that appeared in the fifth century, it is only Eltruch, since the White Princess only began to be active in the twelfth century.

What? It's a romance between a human and a dead apostle? Isn't that incredibly romantic? But it can't compare to the romance between my sister and brother-in-law.

Charlemagne, a staunch supporter of Attila and Avia, was so certain.

"Alright, alright, so what was it that Kyoko was trying to say to me just now?"

"Um……"

Kyoko tried to ignore the shocked looks from the Hassans around her when they learned that she had once had a Dead Apostle Master. Underneath her veil, she couldn't help but bite her lip.

"I have a feeling it's not Karl, but you who call yourself Charlemagne, based on the books my Master and I read while traveling through that city..."

Kyoko nodded slightly. "Yes, that's right, 'chuunibyou' (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur). But I didn't mean anything bad by saying that. On the contrary, I'm very grateful. I'm just saying that."

In the past few days, Charlemagne's activities in the mountain village have included, but were not limited to, using magic to create small-scale snowfalls to build snowmen with the children, and tickling the waists of any children who were in a bad mood.

"Fools, I am a great knight, a great king! You brats are nothing but a piece of cake!"

But it must be said that with Charlemagne around, the children in the mountain village always had smiles on their faces.

Life in the village was already very difficult, to the point where they had to worry about what to eat the next day. Charlemagne did his best to help them hunt, since he didn't have any magical artifacts or abilities that could summon food.

"Was my behavior childish? The same word can be praised or criticized depending on who hears it, and this word is no exception..."

After listening, Charlemagne's eyes were pure and direct, clean and without a trace of dissatisfaction. He simply put his hands on his hips and used his magical wind to make his cloak sway in the wind.

"But it's not all bad."

The man with bleached black hair looked at everything with gentle eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Because I feel it's cool to be serious and hardworking like that."

This left Kyoko at a loss for words. She thought to herself, no believer would be happy to hear that 'your god is a fake.'

But Charlemagne's next words made her pause slightly.

"Actually, my brother-in-law said something similar to what I just said."

Even though the passage of time will turn the ocean into mulberry fields, and countless heroic deeds will be buried deep in the dust of time.

A civilization that was once as vibrant and colorful as a blooming flower may one day disappear without a trace, but this affirmation and hope for Charlemagne will surely remain forever beneath the Alps, silently engraved in the planet's memory, as long as the alien bond is not damaged.

He said that the most handsome people are those who are serious and hardworking.

Kyoko immediately felt a pang of guilt upon hearing this.

That's right. Since it was something an adult said, I shouldn't have any doubts. Forgive me, I must be more careful with my words and actions in the future.