Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

To be honest, Lilith didn't really want to use Wrath either; how should I put it... I guess I was just reluctant to.

The anger and disgust that have persisted since then still reside in Lilith—the view she saw amidst the swirling, catkin-like rain of flowers was sublime, a distant land.

Lilith's conversation with Kama also brought back some not-so-pleasant memories.

That tragic day when my wish would be fulfilled...

"Damn it, why, why, even after all this, why are you still like this!"

The roar that erupted from Lilith's mouth ultimately brought only silence.

Through the girl's blurry vision, she placed her hastily washed hands on his cheeks and began to stammer:

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry... It's my fault that you've become like this. You are strong, you did nothing wrong, and this isn't a sin. You've been defiled, only because of my fault. I'm willing to do anything, I don't care what I become, I'll fight with everything I have, I don't care about the risks..."

He still didn't react, as if he couldn't see her at all, a feeling that made Lilith feel like she was going crazy.

"This is really unacceptable. Is this all you've got?"

He finally spoke, his answer brief yet resounding like a thunderclap, yet seemingly indifferent.

"What is the significance of this kind of achievement? It is a small matter if it is tainted."

His attitude stunned Lilith, and after a brief but profound silence, a surge of anger welled up within her, surprising even herself.

This unusual emotional outburst drove the empty-hearted girl.

It's less about disbelief and more about incredulity; I feel betrayed once again in a cruel way.

"Then just kill me! I won't run away! I'll look you in the eye, just like you've done before, kill me completely! Then I'll never bother you again!"

Even though she loathed her own lowly self, Lilith couldn't help but shed tears.

"...I will not kill you." He then departed, "I am sorry I could not guide you."

...Is this an apology? What is this?

Such a clear rejection of this version of myself.

Therefore, Lilith roared again, her face contorted with an even more intense anger than before.

"Hey!"

The fact that she could understand the meaning behind those inexplicable words completely threw Lilith into a state of shock.

"How dare you say that! You'll regret it! You've let me off the hook twice!! There won't be a third time!"

In that world where she felt utterly alone, Lilith clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and made up her mind.

"I will never forgive you!"

This thought alone was what sustained her.

This was the only thing she absolutely could not forget. She vowed to persevere no matter what happened, so she would continue to live, never stopping, only looking ahead, just to see that guy—

"Just you wait, I'll make you regret this!"

Whether Lilith's feelings at that time were love or hate, it was all—

Everything was buried in the earth, leaving only a mournful roar.

Then, let's go back to the present.

Lilith scratched her head, puzzled.

"...Strange, where did Greed go? Could it be that my summoning failed?"

564: Who are you? Please support my love with Novia! (5k)

"Greed."

Strange voices echoed in her mind.

"You drag people into the deep mire of the world, to the point that you worship them as gods."

"Ranked fifth among the seven sins is greed, which Aquinas defines as 'the sin of turning away from God, that is, faith, or belief in a false god.'"

"But I don't believe in any gods..."

If someone or a follower were to look through the vast, unchanging blue sky and gaze at the distant, boundless sea at this moment, they would see a tiny shadow, appearing and disappearing there, like a speck of ink on the horizon.

Could it be an airplane? No, that's impossible.

Since the dawn of the new era, there has been no possibility of airplanes existing in the sky. Even though El has been defeated and the concept of confining planets has dissipated, it will still take time to reshape the world.

However, though it was somewhat difficult to discern, there was no doubt that the shadow was flying, tearing through the silent sky at a speed that was not of this world.

"If you said I like things that are shiny and golden, that would be more like it. After all, dragons are generally perceived as greedy and lustful, right?"

The essence of this shadow—

It was none other than the strongest dragon, Albion.

She gazed at the world almost entirely covered by the boundless sea, a ripple of emotion stirring within her.

In human legends, those gold and silver treasures, those glittering gems, are the lair of evil dragons. They sit atop that radiant pile of light, waiting for brave warriors to come and conquer them and seize all the treasures.

“No,” Melsin said with great confidence, a confidence that almost overflowed from her small frame, her voice filled with sweetness and pride. “Novia is the hero who conquers herself, but… you yourself are the greatest treasure, you know~?”

If she weren't certain that she had truly "left," Melusin would almost believe that she was still relaxing and enjoying the carefree time on the tourist islands where Typhon and Melukina lived.

"It's incredible that there are so many weak humans and Servants in this world, even though the seas are so vast."

She was talking to herself, not because no one was responding, but because of the definition and concept of "greed" that had suddenly come to mind.

Wait a minute, this looks really strange. Could it be that something has actually happened...?

While pondering, Melousin observed the horizon of the sea to determine the direction and angle of her journey.

She flew toward the familiarity brought about by her own "greed" and the feelings that originated from herself.

This "greed" is not a desire for material things, but rather an attraction, a perception of certain specific "concepts." It is based on this "greed" that Melosin can perceive Kama's "lust" and Metatron's "sloth," while at the same time she can also vaguely sense three others elsewhere...

Why three?

This is what Melosin felt was the most powerful and prominent "concept" there, which was somewhat similar to Nero in disguise, and it seemed to exist not only there.

If I had to put it in perspective, it would be... an immense number? Like, as many universes as there are? It's just that Nero, that annoying guy, occupies the largest portion of them. For example, if the 'Pride' were to vote, that guy could be worth three or four votes per person. This isn't about strength, but rather... status? A strange thought.

That's roughly how Meilushin understood it; anyway, what exactly it was didn't matter to her, it wasn't her business.

To be honest, Melsin doesn't really like "Greed" because she remembers that one of Nero's little followers—the monsters who are completely at odds with their master Nero—was Greed. Doesn't that make her seem like Nero's little brother?

Impossible! The strongest me could never, absolutely never, accept this!

"But if I had to name a god, I do have one in mind, and that one is incredibly powerful..."

She considered herself the strongest dragon, and whether in the Age of Gods or later, she didn't think much of the so-called gods, since none of them were as strong as herself. However, her experience in Rome that day changed her mind. It was a moment she could never forget, because power transcended understanding.

"Wait, that doesn't make sense either. That's not some false god, it's a real god. If it's fake, wouldn't that be even more terrifying?"

She continued talking to herself, her voice tinged with confusion and curiosity about that power.

In fact, Melusin didn't really expect the voice to reply to her; if it did, she might be quite surprised.

After all, it's strange that something inexplicably appears on you and is associated with such bizarre concepts. No matter how you look at it, it's very odd.

However, thanks to the fact that when she said those words, Melusin recalled her experience with Novia that day, and she was so happy that she laughed out loud.

"Novia, I miss you so much..."

She longed to see him again as soon as possible!

"After all, hmm, I was the first person to reproduce with you, and we shared life and death, faced life and death together, and even shed blood—the best, the strongest, the most outstanding, and the most excellent lover!"

The strongest dragon continued to spread her small wings. Those wings, though seemingly fragile, were able to support her body and soar straight through the air, like a shooting star streaking across the unchanging sky.

As a result, just as she was about to reach her destination city—

"Please register, Miss Servant who is not known."

A cool, clear voice rang in her ear.

"Hey?"

Melusin blinked, a hint of curiosity flashing in her innocent eyes. She obediently landed at the harbor, her feet lightly touching the ground, as if she could take off again at any moment, which was true in terms of weight.

She hadn't expected anyone to be able to keep up with her speed... and it actually looked human? Interesting, this black-haired human... wait? Strange, why does her body, no, her body feel so familiar? It feels like the blood she bit Novia back then... Melusin's instincts made her sense an unusual aura, and at the same time, she subconsciously felt a sense of closeness to it.

"Ah, you don't need to worry. This is just a report from the city to ensure you have enough magic to sustain your life. It's nothing."

Her black hair fluttered in the sea breeze. Eri carefully tidied her disheveled hair with one hand. The sea breeze was a bit strong today, making her feel somewhat annoyed.

Unexpectedly, she encountered a wild Servant, and a petite, adorable silver-haired woman at that... For some reason, Eri felt that if the scumbag saw her, she might become his new target. The example of this was Tiamat, who is now missing, and now there was Kama, who appeared out of nowhere.

"Where are we going?"

“You don’t need to go anywhere. Just tell me your name, and I’ll add it to my register. Then you can leave on your own,” Eri explained, hoping to simply perform her duties as a night watchman.

So, Melishin looked at Erise, winked mischievously, and spoke in a light tone.

"I am Melissa, beautiful lady."

Upon hearing this, Eri immediately took out her tablet and began searching.

The earliest record is in the work of the 14th-century French writer Jean Dahas. She is a water nymph of Europe, her mother is a fairy, she has a human lover, and she is the ancestor of many European royal families... The tablet displays dense information, all of which are records of the legend of "Melushin".

"These records are actually not very accurate."

Upon hearing Meloshin's words, Erise realized that Meloshin had unconsciously moved closer to her, staring at the tablet in her hands. This strange closeness surprised Erise slightly. As for the speed, she wasn't surprised, since Meloshin had used all her strength to catch up with her, so it was normal for her to be able to get close to her while she was focused.

"That's normal. Whether it's a myth or a legend, people will change it in the process of passing it down. The original version of a story that has been passed down for a long time is probably no longer known to anyone."

Eri responded calmly that, under the Demon King's tutelage, she had a profound understanding of the evolution of myths and legends. The torrent of time would wash away many truths, leaving only the versions that people accepted and loved.

“That’s not what I meant.” Melusin shook her head, her expression serious.

“........Hmm?” Eri looked at her in confusion, waiting for her to continue.

"Because my name existed in the first century of your human history! It was a name that was born very, very early!" Melosin stood with her hands on her hips, her face full of smiles, her pride almost overflowing.

...What's the point of this? Eri didn't quite understand. Her understanding told her that the timing of a name's appearance had no direct correlation with a Servant's strength.

Perhaps sensing Erise's confusion, Melisandre said to her earnestly, "The name Melisandre was given to me by the most important person in my life!"

His voice was filled with deep affection and pride, each word like a spring flowing from the depths of his heart, clear and firm.

no doubt,

This is a sudden, absolute declaration of love.

The announcement was accompanied by a confident cheerfulness, along with a touch of joy and excitement. The pure love almost infected the surrounding sea breeze, filling the air with a sweet fragrance.

"Uh, well..." Eri hesitated, her expression somewhat awkward.

How come I run into couples showing affection just because I'm out on patrol and doing a task?

I'm so sorry, perhaps it's because I've been staying at the Kuonji Temple for too long, but sometimes Erise feels inexplicably heavy-hearted when it comes to these displays of affection, because it inevitably makes her nostalgic for the days when the Demon King was still around... Damn it, Demon King, you're such a scumbag too. Of course, it's not quite the same as Novia's scumbag behavior, at least that's what Erise really thinks.

Therefore, Erise believed that this adorable and loving housewife must not be harmed...

Even if that guy pesters her relentlessly, she absolutely cannot! She cannot taint pure love! This resolve is actually due to her being the "heart of the Lord" and her "blood".

However, to be fair, that guy spends all his time holed up at home, secretly entangled with Metatron and Kama, so it's highly unlikely that he would just happen to run into them while out. If he did, it would be too much of a coincidence; it could only mean that they met on purpose.

A bad possibility flashed through Eri's mind, but she quickly suppressed it.

"So you're saying I'm ready? It's over?" Melishin's voice pulled Eri from her thoughts.

"Ah, yes, that's fine."

After giving a perfunctory reply, Eri decided to leave and continue patrolling the streets... After all, she only trained every day because she felt uncomfortable staying in the Kuonji residence.

Then, after a while.

"........."

Eri felt something appear at the edge of her vision. Although it wasn't dusk yet and it was somewhat difficult to discern, there was no doubt that it was—

A strange feeling, like being watched, as if an invisible eye was silently observing her.

Turning around, there was no one there.

Nothing at all.

The imagined Melusin was not there, as if she had never existed.