Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Although she looked pitiful, Eri Se's ears turned red, which made her look quite naive for her age. If she was confused because she didn't do this often, it made people smile even more. Lushena and Tiamat exchanged a glance.

but.

"...Wouldn't this happen if we didn't hold the Kanda Festival?"

Miyaji Ashu was not a fool. She had now realized that Taira no Masakado, who had protected her for so long, had disappeared. Moreover, in Tokyo Tower and the outskirts of Tokyo, although nothing seemed out of the ordinary, the violent and indescribable turmoil was impossible for anyone who knew magic to hide.

Affected by the Tokyo incident, the girl, who had been confined for ten years, witnessed the strange changes around her and became increasingly pessimistic. She felt that she no longer had the right to uphold the value of the Kanda Festival, and that she was no longer qualified. For a child, this despair even made her contemplate suicide.

"It's all my fault. I was too stubborn. If I hadn't been so determined, things wouldn't have turned out like this. I'm sorry, Eri, I'm sorry, Rusena, I'm sorry, Tia—"

However, even though Novia is gone, her worst time will be over, because...

"It's just an accident that happened. It doesn't mean that it was caused by your Kanda Festival, Xiaoxiu. I absolutely don't agree with that!"

A sliver of light shone on Tiamat's smile, making her, as the mother of creation, exude remarkable maternal instincts even in her infancy.

Lushena agreed, saying, "It's normal for strange things to happen in a place called Hades Tokyo, but that doesn't mean it's wrong to hold a festival! It's not so much the festival's fault, but rather the fault of those who want to stop it!"

"But I don't think it's a good idea to hold a festival in such a blatant manner under these circumstances."

Erise, her ears still burning red, wanted to raise her hand, but she felt this outfit was likely to expose her too much; she really didn't know how Chitose managed to control herself...

"What are you talking about, Eri? You are Death, I am Buddha, and Tiamat is the creator goddess. As long as we give it our all, there will always be a way!"

"That's right, Mom, I will protect the children! Now the older kids are protecting the younger kids too!"

Tiamat was confident at first, but became hesitant with her second sentence, "Dad will protect the children, as long as you don't make him angry..."

Eri murmured, "All my strength...all my strength...?"

“It’s alright, Eri, Tiamat’s mother, Lushena, and the older brother and Stigmata who just left. If my stubbornness causes you to fall into discord and entanglement, that’s not right. Besides, Masakado has disappeared, so I must take out my Command Seals in time and give them to the next person who wants to protect Kanda Shrine to summon Masakado and continue to protect Tokyo.”

"You mean..."

Upon hearing this, Eri gasped, her pupils shrinking as she stared at the young-looking girl.

How could she not know what such a statement meant? It was the kind of talk that only came from magician families who stubbornly pursued the idea of ​​servants or inheritance, viewing children as 'pure mediums and seed bodies'.

In Mosaic City, citizens do not need a medium to summon their Servants; they are assigned the most suitable Servant according to the Holy Grail. However, people can still summon specific targets by using a ritual that involves a "medium".

On the surface, this is illegal, but in reality, stores that sell catalysts are always busy with customers and do very good business.

Extending from such illegal acts, some Masters and Servants may become criminals who threaten the safety of the town. In the past, Eri and the Demon King have also fought against several such Masters and Servants.

Because they fear that the summoned Servant cannot be summoned again, such magician families will remove and seal or transplant the Command Seals of the summoned Servant after their child has summoned a suitable Servant. This way, the Servant and the Servant can be passed on to the next Master. The person whose Command Seals are taken away will die.

Only Eri and Shu knew such a cruel secret. As for Lushena and Tiamat, Eri didn't want them to know either.

"If that's your idea, I won't stop you."

Eri suddenly found this little girl terrifying, as if she were some kind of strange, unapproachable creature. Her conduct and behavior were so upright, almost to the point of being twisted, yet Eri saw herself in her. She claimed to fight to maintain the peace of the city, but in reality, she was just trying to hide her cowardice. Her past as a 'Grim Reaper' was a heavy burden, making it difficult for her to move forward.

"This is the best way for Kanda Shrine, after all, I am a shrine maiden."

Although their conversation was an encrypted dialogue befitting new-age magicians, Tiamat, though only vaguely aware of it, could still sense the girl's suicidal intent... This, this absolutely cannot be...

Water droplets fell onto the phoenix carriage, and tears rolled down Tiamat's cheeks as her eyes widened.

“Um, Tiamat, I’m not your child… so please don’t suddenly cry.”

"How could I not cry! Am I that weak! Why are you doing this! Whether it's you, Eri, or Rusena, they are all my children. Even if we've only known each other for a short time, if you children can be safe and happy, I feel that I couldn't be happier! I hate you! I hate you naughty children who do bad things on your own the most! I'm going to ask Daddy to wipe you clean, I want to be out of sight and out of mind!"

Eri looked at the group and fell into deep thought.

Unlike Tiamat, her tears weren't for her own sadness, but rather because she truly felt Ah Xiu's insistence, a result of a mother's love for her child.

I am not like Vairocana; I do not have her selfless love. I have always believed that love should be equal and reciprocal.

I'm just too timid; I can't dedicate myself to my so-called mission like Miyaji A-xiu.

Suddenly, Eri looked down at Shu—no, at the three of them, all filled with 'love'—and felt an indescribable flutter in her heart. She squeezed out a question:

"Um, Ah-Xiu, why do you insist on holding the Kanda Festival? I've always wanted to ask you this. You're the only one in all of Tokyo, even if you're the shrine maiden who carries on the tradition of Kanda Shrine. What's the point of doing all this now...?"

The question is very simple.

Therefore, Ah-xiu gave Erise a completely sincere and heartfelt answer.

"Because I made a promise to my friend."

She answered with a very calm and gentle smile on her face.

"It's that simple: to personally and wholeheartedly organize a Kanda Festival."

Eri suddenly realized that the little girl in front of her seemed to be very similar to herself. Before she met the Demon King, she was always sad and upset, but the strongest feeling was loneliness. No one paid attention to her, no one really cared about her, and everyone pitied her too much. It was a kind of despair that was more terrifying than death.

Young, lonely children always hope that someone will care about them.

"In terms of stability, your reasons for doing this are extremely short-sighted..."

Eri sighed and said, "But the three of us here, including Chitose who left and Novia, are not the kind of people who would refuse to hear those kinds of words."

Of course, if the Demon King were still alive, he would probably jump out and contradict me, saying, "What kind of dream are you having? I just refused." But that would only be on purpose.

"Wow, Eri, you're amazing right now! You're such a cool Grim Reaper! The contrast between you and your usual slutty self is so strong!"

"It's enough!"

In short, things seemed to have temporarily calmed down, and the Kanda Festival was heading towards its end, only at the end of the route—

The solemn chimes from the clock tower resounded through the sky.

In front of the bell tower that seems to have sprung up out of nowhere, there is a magnificent altar.

Countless golden candlesticks were placed around the altar, each holding a lit candle. The faint air currents moved like breathing, swaying with mysterious light and shadow, while the melody of the organ and the pure, elegant voices of the choir poured forth from the lips of men and women.

"Let us praise the Lord, Hallelujah."

“Holy, holy, all that is done is for the glory of God.”

The man and woman were none other than John, the Tokyo night watchman, and his servant Cleopatra, whom the others had met earlier.

"you……"

Eri frowned slightly. "Why are you here?"

"Everything in the world belongs to the Lord."

John gave Eri Se a flawless smile. "Eri Se Utsumi is destined to become the Poimanderges, and so are you."

……

Rotten chains and sharp spikes rose up.

With fluid footwork, Little Mgoller threw punches at Novia from both sides.

crash.

The deafening roar echoed repeatedly, shaking the very world.

Lightning bolts collide with each other, creating a balance.

Meanwhile, propelled by the powerful force emanating from Little Mugel, chains and spikes hurtled towards Novia from all directions.

"No wonder she was afraid to see people, she's just a little girl."

"Damn it, hate it!"

Little Mugel's dull, murky blue eyes held a god-slaying madness as he roared:

"The glory of the Sassons in this world was so great! It's all because of you, you hypocrite! How hateful! I hate you! I hate you! Kill! I will kill you with my own hands! Whether you are the one who exploits us and uses us as amusement, then discards us like trash when you're done with us! Or the hypocritical god who only superficially redeems us while constantly manipulating our fate! I will kill you and all your angels without exception! You will experience my long-held resentment in my anger! Jehovah!"

The god once told her when she was young and searching for her father: "No problem, you can do it."

Just those words stopped her hands from trembling.

"So please, let this world be at peace."

The voice of that god penetrated her mind and seeped into her heart.

This is the last of the Sassoon roots.

The memories long since vanished in anger, the words already etched into the soul, bring only madness.

"I'm sorry."

Novia felt a long-lost sense of annoyance towards someone. "The guy you're talking about isn't me. I'm the unappointed spirit, Novia the Holy One. You should have heard of that name. Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with me. I can let you meet Yahweh, then you two can fight to the death. Your karma with Him, your past, your hatred—that's none of my business. By the way, I can actually join in, after all, I've been annoyed with Him for a long time..."

“Shut up, Yahweh? What a load of crap! Jehovah! I’ve seen you, you’re exactly the same damned you right now! Always acting all high and mighty, like it’s none of my business!”

With his white hair resembling ashes from a fire, Little Mugel continued to glare at Novia with his icy eyes. "Don't be so self-important! You damned thing!"

Jehovah is like this? What does that mean? She only knows Jehovah? She doesn't know Yahweh?

Wait, wasn't Yahweh a genuine blond? This little Gorm has silver hair and blue eyes…

Novia immediately had a bad feeling.

Chapter 529 No! This is Btllk's doing!

Little Gorm's fate was tragic.

Before her father David got together with her mother, Handet Hattu, he had been in contact with two women.

One was David's uncle Ova's wife, who raised him and whom David regarded as his second mother. One day, Ova's wife took the opportunity of entertaining David to let Ova and David fall asleep, and kissed David's face in front of her sleeping husband. This habit happened every week.

One day, Ova's wife planned to confront David by reducing the amount of wine he drank. This gave the two of them the opportunity to confront each other. David was caught in a dilemma: killing her would cause Ova, whom he considered his father, to resent him. But if he didn't kill her, he wouldn't be able to subdue her. Therefore, he could only lie and run away.

The next day, Ova recommended a female warrior, Sultan Chimshkinka, to David. In order to dissuade his aunt from pursuing him, David resolutely stayed with this female warrior, eating and drinking, and then got up to go to sleep.

As the Great King defeated the tyrant Melik, the mother of young Gorm, whom the epic describes as a princess whose beauty could move the world, was being courted by two men: the King of Shapur of the Persian Empire and forty giants. Hearing of David's deeds, Gorm sent a messenger to Sasson to ask him to come and marry her.

David went, and after going through all sorts of things, they unsurprisingly ended up together.

Shapur then wrote a letter to the Pope, which sparked the great war between one man and all nations.

After the great battle, David, who was with Handette, went back to his hometown and ran into Chimsh, who made a deal with him: "Now that you and I have been intimate, either I kill you and leave two widows, or you kill me and stay with Handette." David said that they would have a final battle in seven days.

However, after returning to Sasson, David quickly forgot about the agreement. Not long after marrying Handet, he went to Georgia to deal with the local giants. Shortly after he left, his daughter, Gorm, was born. Her strength was so great that even iron chains could not restrain her body at birth.

At the age of six, young Germ traveled to Georgia in search of his father.

As a result, he ran into David on his way home, and the two started fighting. The fight was so fierce that it was earth-shattering that God sent Gabriel to separate them. But David, feeling ashamed, cursed his child, saying, "You will live forever and have no children."

This curse angered young Germ, who then left home.

After this incident, David, noticing that the cross on his shoulder had turned black like coal, remembered his promise and rushed to Chimsh's location to fight him. However, on the night before the battle, David, who was bathing in the river, was shot in the back by his daughter, who was worried about her mother's safety the next day. It was Chimsh and his daughter.

Handet was devastated to learn of David's death and that his daughter, Little Gorm, had no intention of returning home. He jumped from the tower in the city and committed suicide.

Enraged by the news of his parents' deaths, young Gorm encounters the allied forces of the kings, defeated by David, on his path of revenge. He slaughters them all, and then personally kills Chimsh and her half-sister...

The white-haired girl mercilessly punched Chimsh, who was curled up and hugging something.

Even though the feeling of being hit in the flesh and having bones broken is very uncomfortable, you can't stop.

This is revenge.

Because she and her child conspired to kill their father, indirectly driving their mother to her death, it was an unforgivable crime.

Therefore, as the son of David and Handette, he had to be more ruthless than anyone else.

"...Huh? Dead?"

By the time little Germ noticed, Chimsh was already motionless, her whole body had turned ice-cold, and she and her daughter, whom she was holding, had literally become chunks of flesh.

Killing is necessary, and crimes should be punished...

But he originally had no intention of killing her, that sister who looked like him and whom he was meeting for the first time.

Between David, who broke his vow, and his sister, who risked her mother's safety, which sin is more serious?

"Is it my fault...?"

It doesn't matter. In any case, this way the two of them won't have the opportunity to break their promises or commit crimes again, so this is the right thing to do.

"Ah, so that's it."

Little Golm noticed this at that moment.

This is correct, and it is the path that God, who guides all of Sassoon, would approve of. I am the agent who performs righteousness, because God is real.

"That's great. If I do this, the world can stay at peace forever."

Such extreme obsession and mental state seem like madness.