Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

On the other hand, the long-haired Eri was full of admiration. She crossed her arms and couldn't help but nod. Her light blue eyes were fixed on the silver-haired Yuju as she said, "You two are very serious. Even I am a little overwhelmed. Compared to ordinary Servants, it is a completely different world. But that is what makes you special."

"Yes, yes, because the foundation upon which we appeared could be described as fantasy."

Black Jeanne Lily puffed out her little cheeks, "So you said thank you? To the adult me."

"Just shut up about this kind of thing..."

Afterwards, the silver-haired Ayumi and the black Jeanne agreed to contact each other again at another time, and then the three of them left the reception room of Scotland Yard. Novia thought that things should not develop in a similar way, but as she was walking, she was secretly patted on the shoulder by the long-haired Eri.

“Any hostility directed at us will be completely eliminated by the weapons I obtained from my mother…”

What she was referring to was a replica of the divine artifact 'Amazuma Spear', which could stir up spacetime, deduce and calculate its structure, and return everything contained in the object space, such as its structure, quality, meaning, and destiny, to its original chaos. In fact, the previous Ama no Rama ship had already shrunk to a small tag in Eri's hands, but she was unaware of it.

"You mean a divine servant like Enzabi...?"

Fran asked this question.

Divine Servants are formed when the great gods of the mythological era bestowed a portion of their divine souls upon the world. Even though Mosaic City has countless Servants, divine Servants are extremely rare; a city might not even have a single one. I have yet to hear of any Servants from Japanese mythology manifesting.

However, Eri, with her long hair, knew one person: her mother, Izanami.

Five years have passed since then, and in Tokyo, which was not yet known as the underworld, everything was developing in an orderly manner.

"...Is this all you're after?"

He shielded his mother, his voice filled with resentment as he looked at the figure standing atop Tokyo Tower.

anger.

Eri, with her long hair, could feel this emotion lingering in her mother's chest, an astonishing heat so intense it was unbelievable that it was the god of the underworld.

That anger was enough to burn away Eri, who was only reminiscing about her at that moment, from the depths of her blood.

"In the end, Ya-mei was unable to achieve her goal."

The death god of Canaan breathed from his lips.

"He aimed for the eternal and eternal Venerable One, but failed to reach him. All the glory that the man carried from the Father God vanished miserably. All that remains is me, who merely claims to be orthodox, bleeding in ugly humiliation day after day."

His eyes reflected the past.

The Prince of the Sea was dethroned, and Baal established his kingdom. Mot killed Baal and reigned for seven years. Baal, who was later resurrected, waged war against him with the help of the gods. Mot was briefly defeated, but he did not yield and remained Baal's mortal enemy.

This practice was considered a 'sabbatical year' in Canaan, meaning that the land was allowed to rest for one year every seven years, which is called 'seven lean years' in the Bible.

Even if Mot submits, it is because the Canaanite sun goddess, judge among the gods, savior of mankind, and Mot's sister Shapash-iel will punish him, that he chooses to submit to Baal.

"What a tragedy this is! But, O death, O world, O all living beings, your new Canaan has come."

he whispered.

Mote's strength needs no explanation; having once ascended the throne of Canaan, he naturally possesses combat power worthy of a great god.

“Mott, this is the land I stand on. Even if you are indeed very strong, you absolutely cannot destroy me in the city.”

Regardless of their origin, Servants will benefit from the land where their legends are passed down, receiving considerable blessings.

Izanami, the goddess of the underworld, is the 'mother' of this land and, in a sense, the reason for the birth of the Three Noble Children. Even the major gods of other pantheons dare not easily assert that they can easily defeat her in Japan.

Then--

“You are still too ‘young’, Izanami, the creator of this country.”

Mott paused here.

The sound of deep breathing could be heard.

He exhaled and then slowly inhaled.

As if something came from all directions, Eri's memories were temporarily interrupted, but only for a moment.

The wind picked up again, and the prosperous Tokyo vanished in an instant, revealing a desolate wasteland. Izanami, located at the foot of Tokyo Tower, along with the tower itself, appeared twisted and crushed as if punished by a divine fist, exposing a pitiful state.

However, there was no pungent smell of blood... or rather, not even the smell of blood remained.

Izanami, nearly killed by a single blow, stared directly at the high and mighty Mote: "Even so, I cannot hand over my child."

"...Oh dear, did it really turn out like this?"

Mott sighed, "If it's a choice between the two, you, as the source, are naturally much better than the child. Although you are about to die, you were able to get away with it, which shows that you have some strength. If it were me, it would probably take some effort."

"I just didn't expect you to be able to get in touch with... Oh well, I didn't win either. It would have been better if I could have won, but I had to get away with it that way."

Izanami, in a pitiful state, responded, "Then, let's settle this in a proper way."

The so-called "severance" was to delay Mote, allowing Eri's father to make her drink the water of the River of Oblivion to forget her memories, thereby forgetting the divinity of the God of the Underworld.

Therefore, despite Eri's words that "any hostility must be completely eliminated," she actually understands that even her mother, Izanami, was defeated in an instant, so how could she possibly have any hope of success... she sees absolutely no hope.

At this moment, in the eyes of the silver-haired Yuzhu, Erise, who possessed divinity, no longer had the dissatisfied attitude she had just shown. Instead, she looked very worried, like an unfilial daughter who had caused her family a lot of trouble.

Therefore, Novia smiled through the body of the pearl, as if trying to soothe her unease.

"You look scared? Observing the enemy's strength and judging when to stop is also part of my duty as the Demon King. If the situation is really dangerous beyond my ability, I might step forward to shield you from the blade and arrows so that you can escape danger safely, Erise."

"What did you say, Demon King! How could you do this?!"

Upon hearing this, the long-haired Eri approached the silver-haired Ari, causing Novia to blink.

"Isn't this acceptable...?"

"Of course not! How could you, a dead guy, dare to... It's only natural to do something so cool! You usually seem so smart, but sometimes you act like an idiot—"

But, but, I like it even more now!

At this moment, Eri, with her long hair, was preoccupied with thoughts of the Demon King.

The sounds my body made after not using it for a day sounded different from before. Even though the face belonged to someone else, a woman at that, it still exuded an extremely calm and composed aura, melting away something tense within me. Damn it, damn it, damn it! That's the inviolable territory of the Underworld! What is that incomprehensible, damned demon king doing?! Shouldn't he be possessing me to say such things?!

Suddenly, the long-haired Eri stopped and tightly gripped the silver-haired Irisviel's hand, grabbing the left hand that only had Command Seals.

"...Remember, you must take me with you someday."

Her voice was like the resounding tolling of a ship's bell, announcing the arrival of some future moment.

In Eri's heart, the sails that were originally drooping limply were now fully unfurled by the heavy unease and the tailwind called challenge.

Fran felt like he had seen this scene in a book before.

Ah, I remember now, in Japanese mythology, Izanami, who was going to the underworld, probably said the same thing to Izanachi at the beginning.

The long-haired Eri continued, "...Where are we going next?"

"Let's go to the Clock Tower first and see James Moriarty."

……

The gods of every pantheon in the world have long known that the age of gods will one day disappear.

Therefore, many gods did not slacken in their preparations for that era. Although many gods resisted, overall, the transition was smooth, and the throne of primates was relinquished in a very wise manner—with minimal damage.

Everyone takes it for granted that they will disappear, that they will leave behind only a legacy, and that they will give everything away to the next person without hesitation, even being forgotten. The current state is just the beginning, and they will probably be forgotten even more in the future.

The foolish statement, "How could there possibly be gods?" will probably be seriously uttered by someone in a world after the Age of Gods ends.

What a brilliant, selfless, and magnificent sacrifice this was! Anyone who knew about it would surely think so.

However, there was one deity who could never understand, could never comprehend, this disordered goodwill.

Although it has only just begun, the world will develop in an even more tragic way because of this. The gods who help each other will kill each other and plot against each other. Even their descendants will hate each other for a long time. If you want to talk about cruelty, there is nothing more cruel than this.

Grief, humiliation, regret, resentment and loss, bloodshed and scorched earth, betrayal and revenge.

A series of costly and futile actions that yielded no results despite great effort.

Gods are the same, and so are humans.

Anything that contains immense potential, along with that potential, will be destroyed by the great furnace of the world itself. Everything contains elements that will one day cause life to perish; in other words, it is the fault of one's own making. People or gods of any country or pantheon are all one's own children.

Therefore, in this new world, we must eliminate all sorrow and all worries so that all children can be happy.

At least, that's what He thinks.

Those were gods who existed long before Izanami, before the Izanagi created the nation.

The Betsu-Ami-gami, which is distinct from the Kunitsu and Ami-gami pantheons.

Three Creators, Seven Generations of Gods—

At the beginning of the separation of heaven and earth, the first in the world, the master of the center of the universe, the root of the universe, rooted in the Holy Grail system of the new era, who once joined forces with Mott, the original god of the origin of Japanese mythology - Ame no Minakanushi.

Chapter 494 has been delivered.

Heading out of central London into the suburbs, after a short distance, you'll find a strange little town.

Perhaps due to the intermittent nature of modernization, the old and new buildings are unnaturally intertwined, giving the impression of a redundant and pieced-together district – this was the location of the Clock Tower before it was dismantled.

At first glance, it appears to be a small town consisting of more than forty student dormitories and more than one hundred teaching buildings. The original school building of the clock tower stands in the center of the town. All the basic colleges are disguised as universities, and the other smaller colleges are disguised as university facilities, each with its own neighborhood.

The Clock Tower, disguised as a university, and the Spiral Hall, disguised as a museum, are both mysterious efforts made to maintain secrecy. However, after the beginning of the new era of Fr, the Clock Tower, due to internal strife, and with the Leidenforth family, who developed the Holy Grail Tournament, as the starting point, this organization that has lasted for two thousand years finally disbanded.

This place has now been used by the London authorities to imprison 'disruptive' individuals or followers.

In the top floor of the original school building, Moriarty, a notorious villain in London, was imprisoned.

His gray hair, indifferent light-colored eyes, and a certain sadness that seemed out of place with all of these features left a deep impression.

"I see. I was wondering why so many people came to see me. It turns out that Holmes is really dead. What a misfortune. I'm telling you the truth. You came here to ask me if I was involved in something, right? But I really wasn't. I don't know anything!"

Moriarty stared at the watermarked file with an extremely sad look in his eyes, an ashtray beside him, a cigarette between his fingers.

"Damn it! How dare someone attack Holmes in London? Do they think they're disrespecting us? I strongly suggest I be sent out; I will find this criminal!"

Then, the silver-haired girl sitting in front of him spoke.

“Actually, just now, a guy who looks exactly like you appeared in front of Scotland Yard, Moriarty.”

"Tsk."

Upon hearing this, Moriarty grinned in disgust. "I've already said it before, I'm innocent. Seven years ago, I was forcibly separated and used as a scapegoat by the evil Moriarty. Now that he's out, can he let me go home and see little Fran?"

Permanent confinement—that was the punishment London authorities imposed on Moriarty.

However, based on the two cases that have recently occurred in London, some Servants and humans feel that Moriarty should be used to solve everything first, and then used as a substitute until Holmes is resummoned.

"You always do some boring things too badly and come up with some strange names."

“I’ve also heard of my nickname, ‘Napoleon of the criminal world.’”

Moriarty smiled without any attempt to hide it. "However, I have no reason to deny it. Think about it, the Steam King, obsessed with science, the 'Eve' he created, as the leader of an evil organization—don't you think such a description is fitting?"

"Isn't there some talk that you're a supervillain who was suddenly brought in from the shadows?"

"That's slander! It's just that Holmes omitted a lot of my details when he told Conan Doyle. Would you like to hear my explanation, Ms. Kuonji?"

"If you want to talk, I'm naturally willing to listen."

This young lady named Kuonji Aratama is a good person.

Unwittingly, in such a conversation, the professor of 'goodness' came to this conclusion.

In fact, the good professor is the real Moriarty himself, and he has even completely brainwashed himself for this purpose. Holmes once thought that he was incapable of giving up everything to act, but now, in his limit, he has managed to give up everything to act for a single purpose.

The topics Moriarty discussed with the silver-haired girl were nothing more than trivial matters about his life with Fran, or some minor, insignificant cases.

For some reason, Moriarty found Kuonji, who was quietly listening to him and calmly staring at his face, to be very dazzling. It wasn't that he was interested, but rather a kind of nostalgia that even Moriarty couldn't explain.

Then, it was Silver-haired Pearl's turn to ask Moriarty a question.

"I heard Fran say that she had a grandfather named Faria?"

“Faria…”

Moriarty frowned slightly. "Actually, no, he's not that important to me, I guess. But since Fran brought it up, I'll say something about him. After all, I'm the leader of an evil organization. He's not higher than me, and he's not some behind-the-scenes leader. He's just a nobody."

That happened hundreds of years ago.

In his youth and in his old age, he preferred the quiet streets, though he also had his share of troubles back then.

Still a university student, he was not yet at a loss about which path to take. He was excellent, James Moriarty was exceptionally excellent, so even going to the Clock Tower to study and become even better was feasible—that's what he thought.

However, James Moriarty ultimately failed to enter the Clock Tower for a simple reason: he merely wanted to see more people in the world. Thus, he encountered a man while pondering whether he could gain something from the evil people imprisoned in jail.

Not as an excellent priest, nor as a famous celebrity.

But in that place and with that scenery, he felt that the other person's expression was like that of a philosopher.