Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Debbie pulled back the curtains on the second floor, looking down at Tallahassee, a place bustling with people yet eerily quiet.

The rock music that used to be heard everywhere, full of passion and enthusiasm, started playing from the other side of the room.

Florida was once a vibrant place, and its people were incredibly passionate and energetic. Although Cape Canaveral, an aviation mecca, was established there based on its geography, logistics, and transportation conditions, it also testifies to the courage and passion of the locals.

In the city, everyone covers themselves with clothes, just because they are afraid of disturbing others?

If someone were to bring an old-fashioned rocket or airplane to ask the new humans of Tallahassee, their answer would invariably be something like, "I don't know what it is... It looks like it's swallowed something huge, it looks terrifying."

"However, if you still want to go after hearing what I have to say, please take me with you."

"Ok?"

Tiamat looked at Debit with her big eyes, who had no expression on his face. "Why?"

"If I could see someone right now, I would feel wonderful. Just that alone would make it worthwhile to keep living."

"Is there anyone Debit really wants to see at Cape Canaveral?"

"Yes, we must see him now, no matter what. In fact, if you don't come, I'll be heading to Cape Canaveral myself."

The young man answered frankly.

"After all, I don't have more than a few months left to live."

The moment the words were spoken, the second floor of the planetarium fell as silent as Tallahassee, until Novia spoke:

"As humans recorded by the city, all physical problems can be fixed by Command Spells, right?"

"I don't know. Even if we use Command Seals, it will only slightly delay the time. Rather than that, we might as well do what we need to do sooner and then die."

Debit's tone was very serious.

Although Tiamat thought his statement was a joke, at this point she understood that there was no lie in it, and therefore she couldn't help but feel another kind of sadness.

What are you thinking? As a human being, as a child, nothing is more important than being alive...

then.

Upon hearing this, Novia didn't ask any further questions, but simply asked another:

"Speaking of which, who is the Servant you have a contract with?"

"...Navar, the leopard-man from Aztec mythology."

Chapter 548 Tiamat is about to take action (4k5)

"What a joke!"

A furious shout echoed through a chocolate factory in Tallahassee, causing a slight tremor.

The factory, with its high ceilings, features a spiral workshop in the center, which is a truly automated production line.

The people living nearby must have heard the roar, but no one reacted. It wasn't because there was soundproofing, but because everyone was used to it. Plus, given Tallahassee's style, it was perfectly normal for them to silently endure it without reacting.

"Not a single one sold. Could it be the curse of the male bird...?"

The speaker seemed to be gritting his teeth, uttering words that sounded like a curse.

"But now that Yaya Uki Company, which was just established by Debita, is going bankrupt, it seems I should disappear without a trace..."

The chocolate factory named Yaya Uki is a world apart from the vintage atmosphere of Tallahassee. It's like a modern high-rise building has appeared in the countryside. Although it's not quite that obvious, it's not far off. After all, there are very few factories with automated production lines these days.

"Speaking of which, Debit said he had something to do today. Could he have gone to Cape Canaveral alone?"

Although the blond man's tone was calm, there was an undeniable hint of worry in it. It was unclear whether he hadn't completely concealed the worry in his voice, or whether he was deliberately acting this way even when he was alone.

A few seconds later, a slightly sallow-looking brown-haired youth named Debit appeared at the factory gate. The blond man glanced at him.

"Oh, wait. I thought it was something else, it's you, Master. Are you here to check if I've run away? Sorry, you startled me. No wonder I had a very ominous and joyful premonition, so I started patrolling. And, the two people behind you, one big and one small, are—"

I always felt like that was someone he knew.

Debit's follower is the leopard-man Navarre.

However, unlike FGO, this leopard-man Naval is not a possessed being, but rather 'himself'.

Because leopards are considered the most powerful, intelligent, and sacred beasts in Central and South America, the First Sun is also known as the Leopard, or more accurately, the King of the Leopard Warriors, not the Leopard itself. Therefore, Navarre can be considered one aspect of the First Sun Tescatlipoca in his own lineage.

Therefore, it is only natural to feel familiar with the people behind Debit, since, in essence, they are all the first sun of the Aztecs.

"Wow! What a rich mountain scent!"

The scent of the mountains?

Navar, or rather, Smoke Mirror, glanced at the blue-haired girl who had put her hands to her mouth and was shouting at him for seeing this, and narrowed her eyes.

So she's the Mesopotamian creator goddess... By the way, how did she escape from the imaginary space? Oh, I see, she weakened herself to become the so-called initial state? I almost thought the Mesopotamians had the same quirks as the Greeks.

Immediately afterwards, when Smoke Mirror saw the young man wearing a leopard mask appearing right after him, his usually calm expression instantly turned somewhat surprised.

...Won't that bird-like creature be summoned by a chain reaction?! Probably not. If it is, just pretend I don't know it.

As he thought this, Smoke Mirror coughed twice: "Although you brought two interesting guys with you, you're probably still here to see me. I won't answer your naive questions like 'when will it be profitable, when will it go bankrupt.' Anyway, my chocolate factory exists to make money together, so I'm happy to accept your card."

"You've already swiped my card, haven't you?"

"What's with that incredulous look on your face?" Smoke Mirror scratched his head as if it were a hassle. "I'm used to receiving offerings or gifts. So-called gods should accept them readily, and besides, I don't dislike money."

Debit did not immediately respond, but simply stared silently at the smoke-gauge man wearing sunglasses with his usual ambiguous smile.

What broke this atmosphere was Tiamat's exclamation—

"Is this modern chocolate? Let me, your mother, have a taste..."

"No, children shouldn't drink alcohol."

"Mother, I'm not a child! I've just become smaller now! I'll become a big sister sooner or later."

Even so, Tiamat obediently put down the chocolate, but at the same time picked up a piece and offered it to Novia so he could have a taste.

Although she was also puzzled as to why Novia had quickly put on a strange leopard-man mask, turned her hair blonde, and even gone shirtless as soon as she arrived near the factory... she hadn't seen her like this in Akihabara, had she? It was really strange.

"Hmm, not bad. There are about 16 in there, and each one is made with a lot of care." Novia stroked her chin and muttered, "Nuts, honey, spices, and... is this wine? It looks simple, but it's actually quite bold. No wonder it's not selling. Looks like it'll all be stuck here unsold."

"You have a good eye. I'm quite particular about the ingredients. If you like it, eat more... By the way, what's the reason for the slow sales?"

"Of course it's because of this."

Novia smiled and pointed to her naked upper body.

"Could it be that?"

The smoke-glasses person revealed a very interesting expression.

“The people of Tallahassee are wearing heavy clothes called shame, while people like me who are shirtless don’t care at all.”

"Haha, it seems that finding a business consultant is quite necessary! Since things have come to this, then so be it!"

The moment the words were spoken, the smoke-glasses persona changed, transforming into a subtly primitive outfit, with the decoration on their back resembling a coconut tree.

And so the two of them burst into laughter, seemingly bewildered yet deeply impressed.

"......shame?"

The topic shift was so abrupt that Tiamat couldn't help but blink, especially noticing the changes in Novia, which made her both curious and subtly pleased.

Just then, she happened to catch Debit's indifferent expression. During this brief interaction, Tiamat felt that Debit was very absent-minded, and he didn't seem like someone who would die within a few months. However, he seemed to be in a good mood, which meant that the topic of Novia and the Smoke Mirror was exactly what he was interested in.

"In Tallahassee, it's an unwritten rule over the years to avoid contact with others for anything. But decades ago, this place was a mix of romance and imagination, both in a positive sense of courage and recklessness, and in a negative sense of drug use... Now it's all been covered up."

“Hmm, Mother, I find it hard to imagine.” Tiamat closed one eye in thought, then looked up as if noticing something. “By the way, Debit, who exactly are you going to see at Cape Canaveral?”

"Eh ha ha. Even if you ask, how could this guy possibly know? After all, he's my Master Debit."

Smoke Mirror suddenly interrupted.

“…Indeed, as Naval said, I’m not entirely sure.” Debit nodded silently. “I only decided to go because of a voice that keeps popping into my head: ‘The process doesn’t matter anymore, just remember the result. Don’t waste any more time, Debit.’ That’s the voice.”

“That’s not the problem. Since he’s human, he’s my child. Even if you, Navar, are a very powerful god, even if we’re an inseparable pair, I still hate it when someone insults him in front of me. Remember that, Mother.”

Tiamat said sternly.

Perhaps because his tone was so different from before, Smoke Mirror fell silent, only nudging Novia, who was still eating chocolate, with his elbow and gesturing with his eyes—

Is this Mother Goddess of Creation perhaps like my foolish sister Traloc? I mean, in that respect.

Novia originally intended to deny it, since her initial contact with Tiamat was only to modify the environment of the FR world. However, during their time together, she keenly noticed that Tiamat's attitude towards her was different from when they first met, as if they had known each other for a long time.

Therefore, he nodded resolutely.

Okay.

The smoke-glasses look revealed approval in its eyes.

Even the Mesopotamian creator goddess... No wonder you're the fifth sun of the Americas, you're incredibly powerful. Well, considering you defeated Ort, it's not surprising... By the way, did you know that bird-man didn't smell your scent and come running out?

Seeing Novia shake her head, Smoke Mirror's joy was almost uncontrollable, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

"By the way, judging from Debit's expression, it seems you're trying to stop him from going to Cape Canaveral? That's not like you."

In response to Novia's question, Smoke Mirror shook his head and answered softly:

“If it were any other state, I would definitely send him forward as a warrior, regardless of victory or defeat. But right now, my state is ‘Navar,’ which is more inclined towards the Bird Queen’s camp. Understand? Win or lose, the loser should leave as soon as possible. But the Bird Queen’s group doesn’t have that kind of personality. I find it hard to believe that I was summoned by this guy. Or rather, I’m curious?”

If the leopard-man Navarre were to appear in a possessed form, he could become close friends with Quetzal Koyatell, or even switch sides.

Novia barely knew why Smoke Mirror was summoned by Debit. Unsurprisingly, it was due to the connection in the FGO world. Although Debit in FGO was an 'alien' and Smoke Mirror was a genuine First Sun, while Debit in the FR world was a normal person and Smoke Mirror was 'Naval,' their essence was the same.

"As for Cape Canaveral... there lies the collection of human concepts about this thing."

Smoke Mirror revealed a pistol to Novia, which he brandished in his fingers like a brushstroke from a medieval painter.

"As for a name or title, I think it should be called..."

Handguns are a product of human scientific development, and Cape Canaveral is the most well-known space coastline.

So, what is most memorable about all of them is the spaceship?

"Apollo."

It is not the sun god of Greek mythology, but rather 'the collection of all the spacecraft of the Apollo moon landing program and the concept of human technology throughout history'.

This might sound a bit strange, but in fact, even Voyager 1 in Type-Moon can become a Heroic Spirit. It's quite normal for the Apollo ships that landed on the moon to collectively become a single entity and gain sentience. It's just that they became so powerful—could it be because they contracted lunar cancer after landing on the moon...?

In this light, Cape Canaveral contains both 'Apollo,' who restrains humanity's desire for exploration, and El, who killed Mott and all his followers, and sought to usurp the Old Testament to become 'Jehovah.'

This strange connection suddenly reminded Novia of a few words from the Old Testament.

One quote is from the Book of Joel: "The sun will be turned to darkness and the moon to blood, before the coming of the great and awesome day of the Lord."

One quote is from Isaiah: "The Lord has swallowed up death forever; he will bring down his pride and the schemes of his hand."

...Some of these things strangely resonate with the current environment.

In Novia's view, only El, who successfully usurped the Old Testament, was a real problem; as for Apollo, who was connected to the Moon Cancer...

Unfortunately, he didn't make a move when he was in Prisma Illya. It was enough to have Miyu, who was possessed by the Moon Cancer, do the work. However, the Moon Cancer's main function, rather than combat power, is to bind the collective spirit of humanity.

The more advanced science becomes, the smarter humanity becomes, and the more powerful the Moon Cancer becomes, thus becoming an inescapable "hand grabbing from behind," leading to the cessation of human thought, a decline in intelligence, and a halt to the desire for exploration. It can be said to be a human evil that is difficult for humanity as a whole to overcome.

The "cancer of the moon" seizes upon humanity's enterprising spirit and desires, captures primates attempting to escape from Earth, grabs humanity's "head," and acts as an "obstacle" to drag them back to Earth.

After thinking for a moment, Novia immediately smiled and patted the man in the smoke goggles on the shoulder:

“It’s alright, I’m going to Cape Canaveral too. And as the fifth sun, I’ve even landed on the sun. They’ve only landed on the moon, no, I’ve even landed on the moon.”

Speaking of which, there's another thing.

Novia only then realized that Tiamat was staring longingly and eagerly at the chocolate he was eating, and it looked rather cute, so he came up with an idea.

Soon, Tiamat saw Novia fiddling with something. Before she could even ask what was wrong, Novia handed her a wine glass, which she instinctively sniffed.

It wasn't alcohol, but extremely thick hot chocolate.

Holding a fine wine glass, Tiamat tilted her head cutely at Novia: "...Is it okay now?"

“I told you before not to be so respectful to me. I don’t like it when you’re too reserved with me.” Novia nodded helplessly. “Of course, you’re more suited to this now. Let’s wait until you become the so-called big sister before we get drunk.”

That being said, Tiamat had seen him angry before, so she thought it best not to get angry.

Although Novia's appearance and behavior were terrifying, Tiamat still felt somewhat biased, thinking it was undoubtedly a sign of divine favor.

"Moreover, generally speaking, men tend to be weak in the face of beautiful older women or women in general. I was the same way. When I was young, I was very weak in front of an 'older woman,' which is the truth."

That's the truth. During the years Martha 'trained' with her iron fists, Novia felt she was indeed 'weak,' unable to carry the fully manifested Tarasque back and forth fifty times, and endure all sorts of brutal training...