Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

001: Laure, quick elbow, okay?

47 AD, the Roman Empire.

At the crossroads of Europe and Asia, in the province of Anatolia, the diocese of Antioch.

"Novia, I disagree with this."

The torches in the church cast a faint glow, and there were no heating devices inside; the cold made the space even more solemn.

Bishop Paul looked at the boy before him with a calm gaze that seemed to expose darkness and sin.

"Why do you want to go to Rome to preach? You're only fourteen years old, you're not even fully grown yet. You'll be very happy staying here."

Although this is not a crime, it is indeed a denunciation, a belated but justified issue.

"I just wanted to spread the glory of God to my beloved teacher, Jesus Christ, whom I have never met."

The fourteen-year-old boy's handsome features were already beginning to emerge, and his azure eyes were as clear as the sea.

"Moreover, Rome is so far from here, Paul, and your legs are not so strong anymore. So it is my time to dedicate myself to restoring the glory of the Son. It is our duty."

The silver-haired boy raised one hand with righteous indignation, seemingly not lying, as if he were carrying a lofty sense of mission.

"You've got a lot to say, and you're even using the teacher to pressure me." An invisible pressure instantly filled the entire church, and the bishop's voice restrained the boy, "But I'm here now, so you little brat, don't even think about running around."

Then, leaving the 'intimidated' Novia behind, Paul opened the door and walked out of the church alone.

“You little brat, trying to act tough, huh? You absolutely refused to go to Jerusalem with me last year.” Paul muttered, sitting alone at one end of the steps. “Fine, if he really wants to, I’ll take him to Damascus in a couple of days. It’s his first time going so far, alone. How can I possibly feel comfortable with that?”

"Paul?"

The sudden sound made Paul look up, and before him stood the apostle John, who had just returned from Tarsus.

"What are you doing here so late?"

"It's not because of that brat Novia, who actually wanted to go to Rome alone to preach. He's practically courting death. But thankfully he listened and I persuaded him to stay. Now I'm letting him reflect on his actions in there, and I'll take him to Damascus another day."

Paul clapped his hands as if he were a fish out of water.

"Inside?" John glanced at the church and sighed. "Novia should be on the Bosphorus by now. I saw him at noon. Looks like his strength has increased by leaps and bounds. He even kept you in the dark."

"...This little brat runs fast, and he's still trying to pull this on me. He's really grown up."

Paul didn't fly into a rage; he just sighed heavily, as if deep in thought, all his thoughts vanishing into thin air.

Soon, towards the starry sky where night had fallen, it waved goodbye not to those things that had already faded away, but to say farewell.

"I'm getting old after all."

.......

At the same time, across the Bosphorus Strait, as the date changes, the night grows ever quieter.

Countless torches, brighter than starlight, illuminated the Second Rome, later known as Constantinople, and the dark sea filled with countless fishermen who were still working hard at that moment.

"John should have met Paul by now. Hopefully, he won't be too angry."

Novia, sitting on the fishing boat, took a deep breath and gazed at the starry sky, as if looking at Paul, whom he had just parted from, his upright face showing an apologetic expression.

After all, if Novia hadn't been kindly adopted by Paul when she came into this world, she would have died somewhere long ago.

Therefore, to avoid the execution of Paul and others in 67 AD and to achieve her own goals in time travel, fourteen-year-old Novia made a resolute decision—

Three hundred years earlier, in the ancient Roman Empire, Christianity completely replaced Roman polytheism!

There's no other way. Even though I'm not religious, at this time of year, clinging to someone powerful is still the best option!

If possible, we could even integrate various local denominations in advance, hold a "Great Council," and jointly establish the Holy Church ahead of schedule!

Therefore, although I am not living in the age of gods, based on such achievements and the various rumors that may arise, I naturally have a certain ability to protect myself in the event of a possible crisis of human order.

In reality, Novia is a time traveler who does not belong to this world or this era. Moreover, to be precise, ancient Rome was not the first place he traveled to.

The real journey takes place in a world within the Type-Moon universe. One day, a magic mercenary, traversing the battlefield, recalls everything from his past life just as he is about to fall asleep, and suddenly realizes how dangerous his current environment is.

Why am I not a typical second-generation disciple? Even lying down isn't easy for me!

Who knows, one day Gudako might come along and say that this place is actually a Lostbelt, and we'll have to cut in.

But Novia belatedly realized that it wasn't a big problem, because he remembered a landlady named Fiore who pretended to be an ordinary person. If his memories of his past life hadn't suddenly returned, he would never have guessed that his landlady was actually a magician. No wonder he never doubted her when he returned to Romania, only giving her instructions.

Furthermore, judging from Fiore's disguise as an ordinary person, it seems that her brother has been made the head of the family. In that case, this world is not the FA world, but rather the world of the Second Generation Case Files, which is relatively friendly and livable.

As long as it's not in the FGO world timeline, otherwise those powerful beings could just sneeze and turn us all to ashes...

I'm not Gudako, the chosen one. Is it too late for me to go to Japan and become a subordinate?

No, there will be an extra year of gaps due to the burning of human reason, followed by the blanking of paper and other things. It's really full of disasters.

Well, the commission is over now, so I'll go back to my hometown in Romania in this life and live an ordinary life!

What kind of magic trick is that? Only a ghost would keep touching it!

Just as Novia breathed a sigh of relief, his partner Sigma's words made him gasp again.

What, Sigma? Oh, it's the world of FSF. No big deal, I'm not going to America to fight cups—

"I've already agreed to go to the Holy Grail War with François. What about you? Are you going to agree to be Goldruff Mujik's bodyguard?"

The fat director? Could it be that I'm just a background character being slaughtered by the Russian Lostbelt's elite assassins...?

Novia was immediately surprised when she searched for Chaldea's existence, followed by an internal squeal of surprise.

It's already established in Antarctica, but there's no rush. As long as Rafe doesn't go to Chaldea to witness the experiment and then break through the defenses—

Seeing the cheerful smile of the man in the green hat on the Chaldea website's promotional cover, Novia's last hope was shattered.

Laure, promise me, for the sake of the world, hurry up and commit suicide, okay?

Based on various sources, Novia believes that this Type-Moon world is most likely a mix of elements: the Second Generation Case Files, Chaldea's FGO, Sigma's FSF, and the previously heard French Incident, which is Tsukihime... Has Ms. Kinoko been consulted about this chaotic mix of world lines?

Is there any hope left if I go directly to Japan to find Gudako's parents, become their adopted son, and stay with Gudako forever?

I hope I don't get killed by that yandere Gudako-obsessed Chaldea as soon as I enter Chaldea... No way...

Fortunately, as a transmigrator who has just awakened from a dream, although he was a poor wretch who couldn't even climb the Clock Tower before, things are different now!

I'm a man with a golden touch now!

Novia's cheat ability has a simple function: it allows him to travel through the past and perform heroic deeds, thus gaining power.

Novia believes that, according to excellent tradition, since the golden opportunity has already arrived, let's get started!

But no matter how you travel through time, it's always a death trap!

including but not limited to--

"The king has decreed that the Lord Father shall reside peacefully in the Sand Dune Palace!"

"If many prisoners refuse to confess, what law should be applied?"

"General, we have caught up with them at Mumen."

"Your Majesty, why are you plotting a rebellion, my son and I have been loyal to the country?"

"Your Highness! We've arrived at Xuanwu Gate!"

"My lord, we have arrived at Tumu Fortress!"

"You cannot bring weapons in. Even the admiral is not an exception. This is the marshal's order. I'm very sorry."

No, I can tolerate everything else, but where is this history from?

Besides the subjective certainty of death, there are also objective ones. For example, when working as a gatekeeper, he might see a beautiful young girl rushing in in a panic, shouting, "My lord! Lord Hyuga no Kami has committed treason!"

This infuriated Novia. "You think this is how it works? Why don't you just report to the commander, 'We've arrived at Huanggutun'?"

While exploring, Novia discovered that it seemed that only this cheat code, and only by starting from scratch, could she possibly avoid a dead end.

Therefore, after being tormented for a week, he directly chose the ancient Roman Empire, starting with a high toilet... no, I mean, a desolate wilderness.

There's no other way; the time travel location doesn't include ancient Greece, Northern Europe, or Japan, so the only option is to see if we can get close to the powerful Prince Pigeon.

After all, his father, Pigeon, is a true cosmic evil god, and the gods of Earth are probably no match for him.

Novia was also very lucky; she never expected to be adopted by Paul, which put her right on the path to literal paradise right from the start.

Although Paul was not one of the twelve apostles, he is generally considered to be the most important person in the entire history of Christianity, apart from Jesus Christ.

Without his actions, it's a mystery whether Christianity could have survived the Judaism's attack.

As an adopted son, the safest course of action seems to be waiting until Paul is beheaded and killed to inherit everything from him, rather than creating some kind of archangel legend...

But how could we just sit idly by? After all, without Paul, we would have been dead long ago!

The current Roman emperor, Claudius I, unexpectedly became emperor in his middle age, so his family became the core of the state administration. In addition, the physical defects caused by polio since childhood may have led Constantine the Great to become a Christian earlier.

And there's Nero from Type-Moon, huh? Just wait, you naturally evil brat with the face of Takeuchi, I'll personally teach you what respect for your teacher is all about.

"Young man, is there something you need to do crossing this area in the middle of the night?"

Just as Novia was pondering how to get to Rome smoothly to meet Claudius I, a voice came from the side.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty scent, blew gently by, causing the space around the fishing boat to sway like a mirage. This was because, under the control of magic, the density of the air changed unevenly, becoming more viscous.

The speaker was a fisherman with what appeared to be a cross scar on his face, who was gliding along with a wooden oar about two meters long.

"I should be asking you that. All the other ships refused to let me hitch a ride, but you were the only one who agreed."

Novia sat at the bow of the boat, looking up at the sky. Although the sky was slightly illuminated by the moonlight, there were no stars at all, and it looked very empty.

"So, what do you want to do to me?"

Novia turned around, straightening her posture slightly and revealing a gentle smile that seemed out of place with the atmosphere, while looking at the fisherman with her azure eyes, as if piercing his very essence.

"Lucius Longinus".

P.S.: The author is Chunyun, who knows nothing about the lunar setting, mythology, or history. This fanfiction was created on a whim after seeing a series of highly praised works related to Sakurai Hikaru and the Moon Goddess.

002: Longinus, help me!

Lucius Longinus – the centurion who realized his destiny on the hills of Jerusalem.

Novia knew that in the Type-Moon universe, Lucius had appeared in Moyu Hoshizora's work fr as the Servant of the heroine Eri's grandmother, Chitose Manazuru. He won a Holy Grail War and was hailed as the best Servant, ranking alongside Galahad and Hannibal as the highest-ranking Heroic Spirit in Akihabara.

"you know me?"

Lucius spoke calmly, but the tip of his oar was already thrusting swiftly toward Novia.

The silver-haired boy narrowly escaped the attack and took a stance on the other end of the fishing boat, gaining enough distance to launch a counterattack.

A sudden battle ensued. Novia didn't have time to draw her sword and could only grab a wooden stick from the ship. However, it was too short compared to the oars that were like spears. But on the battlefield, no one waits for their opponent to find a suitable weapon.

"The response has been good."

Lucius spoke with a light step, wielding the oar he used as a weapon.

Novia stared straight ahead, blocking the oar that was thrusting at her again. Taking advantage of the opening, she immediately placed her hand on the hilt of the longsword hanging from her belt.

Lucius mistakenly thought Novia was reaching for her sword, thus missing the opportunity to create distance.

However, Novia did not do as he expected, but instead used the blessing of the wind to shorten the distance between them in the blink of an eye.

"Oh?"

Lucius tried to draw his shield to defend himself, but Novia seized the opportunity and swung her club straight at his neck, giving him no chance to retaliate.

"What? You're not going to kill me?"

"My mission isn't to kill people."

Novia lazily tossed aside the stick, stared at the man, and said:

"Let alone going to jail with you, I would rather not."

After mocking Lucius, Novia removed the magic that had been placed all over the fishing boat, and peace returned.

Although this was an era after the Age of Gods had passed, the mysteries that remained were not as rare as they would be two thousand years later. At this time, people who used mysticism were everywhere in Europe.

Five hundred years later, according to Grandma Cangyin, the Roman Sword Emperor Lucius had tens of thousands of magicians, sorcerers, giants, and other strange beings under his command.

Not to mention the current state of mystery and prosperity, there must be at least tens of thousands of magicians. It is estimated that in the ancient Roman Empire, there would be quite a few magicians stationed in decent cities.

Moreover, when Lucius was a soldier, he always had druids assisting him in battle.