Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

"really?"

Smoke Mirror revealed a strange smile, and even Debit beside him couldn't help but curl his lips up.

Yes, it's true, after all, I roughly understand it.

Tiamat blinked as she sipped her hot chocolate.

Therefore, I really like it. If it were possible, I admit I would always want to relive that time.

Really, there's absolutely no reason to refuse.

However, first of all, expecting him to take the initiative is a mistake in itself. Since that's the case, it's enough for me to take the initiative now.

Tiamat pondered what her current strengths were, even if she wasn't in her mature stage but rather in her larval stage.

But what should we do? Should we learn the kind of communication he has with Xiaoyouzhu?

I don't really understand... but I'll give it a try anyway.

Since we're going to Cape Canaveral tomorrow, let's try it tonight. It wouldn't be good to do this if we go back to Akihabara. Besides, making those clothes with magic isn't that difficult.

While I personally feel ashamed to admit it as a mother, if I were to apply that to myself and Novia, it would be incomparably adorable, especially since we need to make the most of our juvenile form...

Chapter 549 Do you want me to become a mother? (4k)

When Smoke Mirror bid farewell to Novia and returned to the planetarium, it saw Debit already standing next to the telescope on the second floor.

He wasn't particularly interested in looking at the stars and the universe. He had long considered selling the telescope, but the price was too low, so he rejected the idea and decided to let Debit continue using it, even though it had just been sitting there all this time.

"...Tomorrow we're heading to Cape Canaveral. After fourteen years, there's probably nowhere more fun to be found here."

The smoke-filled mirror shows the opening of a wine bottle held in hand.

It was a large bottle of wine. Since there was no flush on her face, it was impossible to tell how many bottles she had drunk. However, as the first sun of the Aztecs, the wine should not have had much of an effect on her.

"Yes, you're back, Navarre."

Debit waved his rough fingers and switched the planetary models.

"I specifically tried to talk to him. Although I found him quite easy to talk to, he's too easy to talk to. Doesn't that make it seem like I'm biased towards Birdman? It's unfortunate, it seems that guy from Moon Lake is of little use." Smoke Mirror tilted his head back and chugged his drink again, saying, "By the way, do you understand what I'm saying?"

"This is nothing important, anyway you seem to be in a good mood."

"I see, Master. But you're a lot like that thing, you're like that machine we call something in modern times."

The smoke mirror's words prompted Debit to ask in return:

"A machine?"

"Without a myriad of inner changes, without dreams formed as hopes, merely moving towards the most appropriate solution needed to achieve the goal after inputting the desired outcome, can such a person be hardly considered humane? Simply relying on the obsession that 'humans will do good' is still quite weak, and the cost of being a good person is very high."

Although he failed to access the Angel Relics, Devi from the FR world still shared the same fate as Devi from FGO.

Their wishes, beliefs, and vows are very simple, like those of a child.

"...Not long ago, on a night before I learned about Tokyo's reconstruction, I had a dream I hadn't had in a long time." Debit said without changing his expression, "The 'me' who was no longer 'me' was carrying out the imagination of 'me' wanting to become, and even so, I met two... dazzling partners, so dazzling, so outstanding. Although our methods and thoughts were different, we didn't deny each other, but just looked at each other and smiled, saying, 'I hope it can be realized.' This made me start to develop an interest in astronomy and India. Does that sound a bit strange?"

"It's very strange."

Smoke Mirror admitted.

"However, it doesn't matter if the relationship is just a memory from a dream, even if I forget it."

“That’s why I’m going to Cape Canaveral. Someone once told me, ‘It doesn’t matter how it goes, just remember the result. Don’t waste any more time, Debit.’”

"It should work."

Smoke Mirror gestured with his chin, "I am summoned to obey the Holy Grail, and I have no particular desires. Therefore, it is only natural that I accept your command."

"You were just talking nonsense to me during our previous conversations, weren't you?"

"Even if you bring up conversations that I can't remember now, there's nothing I can do about it."

Smoke Mirror shook his head.

In the new world, it's difficult to summon Servants of god-like scale or higher from the Holy Grail of the original world. This is understandable, since everyone has the Holy Grail, which means the consumption must be extremely high. Therefore, historical Servants are more likely to appear than mythological ones. This is also why Smoke Mirror, as Davit's Servant, can only appear as 'Navar,' since he created this character.

That's why he went to see Novia earlier, and in doing so, he swallowed his pride and owed her a favor, even though he already owed her several.

In short, the goal is to upgrade Navar's spirit origin to the level of the 'First Sun'.

“The ‘Apollo’ at Cape Canaveral has become even more powerful.”

"Can you feel it?"

"...I don't know. I just have a vague feeling that something is fitting its concept. If it continues to delay, the Noble Phantasm it uses to bind humanity will be activated again. In that case, I don't know when it will end."

"Then we need to act quickly, but it seems there shouldn't be any major problems now."

Then, Smoke Mirror suddenly asked Debit about something else.

"Speaking of which, what were the names of those two people who sparked your interest in astronomy and India? Do you remember them now?"

Of course there is.

One of them had light purple hair like violets after the rain, and sky-blue lips that didn't look vulgar. His upturned eyes were lined with strong eyelashes, giving him a fox-like, androgynous appearance.

One of them is a boy with dazzling blond hair, who always wears a childlike, smug smile when he looks up at the sky from the ground.

Even if it's just a dream, Debit believes their reliability will not change.

At that time, everyone's dreams will begin to take shape.

This is mostly a wonderful thing, a rare and brilliant stroke of luck, and something to be happy about.

However, why?

The brown-haired youth felt as if a black mist had shrouded his chest in his dream.

"...Even I felt it was like the dazzling light of dawn."

However, Debit murmured to himself as if reminiscing, then gently closed his eyes and revealed an innocent smile.

"Pepe, Wodym."

........

The darkness of night enveloped Tallahassee.

After a long absence, rain began to fall in this somber city, pattering on and off.

Fortunately, it was nighttime, so it was alright.

anyway.

Rain is a distant memory for Tiamat.

The sound of raindrops falling from the suddenly overcast sky, pattering against the rooftops and walls, and the earthy smell irritating her nostrils, made her yearn to see the people of Tallahassee, who were suppressing their feelings, shedding their heavy clothes and letting out joyful cries in the rain.

She gave birth to countless lives and was loved by countless lives. She once sang in the sea, "Please always stay by my side" and "Please always, don't leave me." But when the mission was completed, the starlight closed up.

I have arrived in a dark, distant, and lonely world.

It is very sad that the body was used to create the world and is no longer the same; the memory has been rejected and has become very cold.

But there was no hatred whatsoever; instead, there was a 'joy' of anticipation for her return, which was understandable, given that she was his mother.

Tiamat had heard these words from 'him' before, or rather, found them comforting, since her efforts had always ended in vain.

"After all, I am the mother, and for all life on this planet to come, I deserve it, even though I have relied on external forces."

He prepared so many things for her; she had never gone to such lengths before.

I suppose there's no need to explain further.

That's how much she loved him.

In short, after taking a deep breath, Tiamat resolutely pushed open the door. In her observation, Novia was already fast asleep at this hour.

As she expected, Novia, who was lying in bed, showed no signs of waking up.

"That's normal, because I've observed this many times before."

She said it with a serious expression.

So it seems she may have been waiting for this day to come.

It started from the day we emerged from the imaginary space.

So, Tiamat, who was standing not far from the bed by the door, changed her clothes on the spot according to her memory.

"But won't Yuzhu catch a cold wearing clothes like that? We should have stopped her then..."

But soon, Tiamat Larva said, as if making an excuse.

Normally, just a glance is enough to understand the meaning of wearing this kind of 'clothing'. The steep, protruding stones on the wall are a little better; you can feel the alluring elasticity even through the thin gauze. But the hollowed-out part of the white gauze below is quite terrifying; it can only be described as a lonely line hanging down.

That's why, as Tiamat muttered to herself, a blush quickly spread across her cheeks, and her eyes became increasingly unfocused.

Moreover, in order to match the pose of Yuzhu at that time, she even kept her back straight and raised her chin to show a confident attitude, but the posture was slightly tilted, with the body's center of gravity placed behind, giving a slightly tired feeling.

"Hmm, Ayumi is very skilled, which means that my way of dressing is already perfect..."

Tiamat cautiously peered at the still-sleeping Novia, remained silent for a few seconds, and then swaggered over.

My body hasn't changed much.

So, if I take Yuzhu's behavior as an example, will I be able to complete it properly?

"As expected, they can't do without me!"

Tiamat poked Novia's left chest with her tiny snake head, her eyes seeming to declare to the world that this was the being she loved.

The flushed pink on her cheeks must have been due to shame, and the trembling of her body must have been due to some kind of shame as well. The slight "sizzling" sound of one hand rubbing together, moving to the right or left from time to time, and sometimes even boldly turning around, can only be described as skillful.

It brings a sensation akin to breaking through the edge of the universe and falling into a deep abyss, a trance-like fluctuation beyond the perception of any living being; however, this is only to be expected.

After all, one side is the creator goddess of Mesopotamia, and the other side is... Novia, who has many identities.

In a sense, both belong to the realm of all things.

"Ugh... Ugh~... Ugh..."

So, as Tiamat gasped for breath, she met the gaze of the man nestled against her, and seeing the look of surprise in his eyes, she couldn't help but shout out—

"Whoa... Ahh?!"

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no! What to do, what to do, what to do? What should I do if I say this?

What will happen?

Which one would it be?

Will you accept it? Or will you be angry this time?

But Tiamat quickly came up with a solution.

Okay, that's settled!

"I'm tired... I'll take a short nap..."

Thus, she truly closed her eyes as if she were asleep. Of course, it could also be out of shyness, because Tiamat's entire pretty face was now buried where Novia couldn't see her, and Novia's hand was tightly holding her, and something else was also restrained, so she still had that hesitant expression.

The silver-haired youth woke up because

It was indeed because Tiamat Larva's movements were too exaggerated. It wasn't a coma, so how could she not wake up with such movements?

now,

The temperature has probably already dropped below zero.

Novia's breath turned white involuntarily, perhaps due to the large temperature difference between inside and outside, or perhaps because the room was very hot.

"Although she was wearing a lot of clothes, she was also wearing very little."

This statement sounds contradictory, but it holds true here.

Tiamat's current attire could be described as such 'clothing,' yet, being quite familiar with this kind of scene, he unconsciously frowned, his first thought being exactly the same as Tiamat's upon seeing Yuuju—

It's so cold wearing so little.

Novia then pulled the trembling Tiamat into her arms, sealing off all her movements.

He gently stroked her hair and continued in a comforting tone.

“You can tell me directly, there’s really no need for this.”