Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

"Go create memories of chasing the sunset with your companions, and experience the lively and warm atmosphere around the dining table..."

"Go and protect those seemingly ordinary daily routines."

"If you don't know, then I'll let you see for yourselves."

Novia's voice was very soft.

The absolutely "unchanging" source that we had been hoping for was now laid bare before Sangyangsha.

It was neither a grand ambition nor a profound philosophy.

That was simply a human dream—to believe that those simple and small acts of happiness are the most precious and worthwhile form of prayer in the world.

This almost youthful innocence forms an absurd yet harmonious unity with his absolute power that is capable of deciding everything.

This is only natural.

"People will eventually grow old. But this is not the end."

"As long as they inherit that unchanging light, no matter how many mistakes they make or how many times they fall, they can pick themselves up and keep moving forward."

Novia's gaze refocused on Sanyangsha.

For the first time, there was a hint of encouragement and motivation in those eyes.

"So, I understand your anxiety."

A simple sentence sent a jolt through Sang Yangsha.

The confusion of ages, the quest of millennia, the endless self-questioning...

At this moment, it seemed as if everything had been answered.

The mistake wasn't in "executing justice."

Instead, it lies in treating oneself as a "prop" and abandoning the thinking of the "heart".

God is not denying their actions, but lamenting that they equated themselves with emotionless instruments.

True "order" is built upon an understanding of the preciousness of every "heart".

“So…” Novia’s voice returned to its calm tone, “you’ll have to figure out the rest of the way for yourselves.”

After saying that, he turned around.

There were no more words, and he didn't look at anyone else... though he did wink at Draco.

His figure vanished without a trace, just as he had appeared.

The Temple of Demons fell silent once again.

But this time, it was no longer deathly silent.

Sangyeongsha slowly rose from his throne and looked up at the place where Novia had disappeared.

"To become...a person?"

"Use your own heart... to think?"

He repeated it in a low voice.

Then, laughed.

It seemed as if a ray of light was shining in from the crack in the dome of the Temple of Demons.

The light was warm and gentle, much like the sunlight on the banks of the Nile on a distant afternoon in my memory.

.......

another world.

It belongs to the Chaldean world.

Reality is being swallowed up by the band of light.

The Human Order Burning Style—the great undertaking of the Demon King Goetia has reached its final stage.

The planet's energy is gathered here, awaiting only the final strike to reverse time, return to the origin, and create an eternal paradise without the concept of "death."

A desolate paradise without flaws, and therefore without "life".

Standing before her was the last Master of Chaldea, Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Covered in wounds, his entire body had been burned away.

But she remained standing.

In his eyes was the resolve of a "human being" forged through witnessing seven singularities together with his reliable junior, Mashu, behind him.

perish together.

This was the only way Ritsuka could think of to stop this "evil" before her.

With my insignificant mortal body, I dare to shake the divine achievements accumulated over three thousand years.

How presumptuous of them!

How magnificent!

Just as Fujimaru Ritsuka resolved to take that final step—

A figure blocked his way.

A familiar white figure, always carrying a slightly lazy and helpless smile.

"That's enough, Fujimaru Ritsuka."

"Next, it's the adults' job."

Romani Achiman.

The acting commander of Chaldea, a doctor who is always troubled by trivial matters and obsessed with online idols.

At this moment, his usual nonchalant expression was gone.

Instead, there was a sense of unfamiliarity, a kingly majesty and...sorrow.

For the first time, the Demon King Goetia, the monster formed from the combined consciousness of seventy-two demon gods, uttered a voice that wavered.

"……Who are you……"

"Ah, that's exactly right."

Romani, no, he should be called Solomon now, raised his left hand.

On her ring finger, a simple ring radiates a light that is of the same origin as, yet completely opposite to, the nine rings of Goetia.

The tenth ring.

That proof that should have been lost long ago, belonging to the human "Romani Archim."

“I am Solomon, Goetia. Let me teach you the final magic.”

At the moment when the Demon King's nine rings, those "holy relics" belonging to the omniscient and omnipotent, and Roman's ring, that "holy relic" belonging to an ordinary person, coexisted, the conditions for activation were met.

"—No, you can't do it. How could a coward make such a choice!" Goetia shouted angrily. "Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop...! This ring, the Throne of Power, doesn't belong to you alone!"

"The Third Noble Phantasm: The Time of its Birth Has Arrived; With it, I will cultivate all phenomena."

King Solomon raised his hand.

"The Second Noble Phantasm: The Time to Wear the Crown Has Arrived, Let This Inspire All Things."

Light emanated from him.

"And—God, I will return the divine grace you have bestowed upon me... Omnipotence is too far removed from humanity; my work will be limited to the realm of humankind. First Noble Phantasm, Reenactment."

That was a warm light, a light that belongs to human history.

He activated his first Noble Phantasm.

It was also the only miracle he ever performed, solely for himself.

"The time for farewell has come; with this I forsake the world (Ars Nova)."

This is the moment when the legend will be repeated.

In the distant past, Solomon, the king of Israel, after accomplishing all the great deeds of his life, returned all the blessings bestowed upon him by God to God for his great work.

That is not abandoning life.

Instead, it was about completely letting go of everything that "Solomon" possessed.

Noble Phantasm activated.

No explosion, no impact.

A more fundamental "phenomenon" has emerged.

Everything that King Solomon created and possessed began to lose its "value."

His achievements and great accomplishments as the King of Magic.

He wove countless magic theories.

The seventy-two familiars he created—

"Ooo ...

Goetia let out a painful roar.

The very foundation upon which his existence is built is being stripped away.

Everything that originated from "King Solomon," that immense magical power that drove humanity to burn away, vanished in that instant.

The price was Romani Archiman, or rather, Solomon himself.

His body, his life, his achievements, everything about him.

Even his very existence as a "heroic spirit" is itself.

They will all vanish completely in this light, forever erased from the Throne of Heroes.

To reach that place, a place even death itself cannot touch, a place never before reached by humankind—

"none".

The light dissipated.

The Demon King Goetia, as an independent entity, began to slowly collapse. And the doctor named Romani Archman vanished forever.

.....

The space of "nothingness".

There is no up, down, left, or right here; no passage of time; no matter; and not even the concept of "emptiness."

It is absolute, pure "nothingness".

Anything that exists here will be assimilated by "nothingness".

"Ugh... Seriously, what's going on?"

A lazy voice broke the absolute silence.

Romani Archim is floating in this void.

He scratched his messy hair, his face full of distress.

"So it still came to this. Although it was my long-cherished wish, I still feel bad about leaving all this mess to those children... Ritsuka, Mashu, and Da Vinci... Will they be alright? No, they definitely will be alright. After all, they are amazing humans who have transcended a future that I cannot even foresee."

He kept talking incessantly, as if he was trying to encourage himself.

I talked a lot about the future of Chaldea, the future of humanity, and that brilliance that I was unable to witness.

Finally, Romani let out a long, long sigh.

"But...speaking of which..."

A hint of regret appeared on Romani's face.

"It seems... I haven't had a chance to properly say goodbye to Consultant Novia yet."

That mysterious advisor, yet someone he always got along with.

In a sense, I owe my success to the subtle guidance from consultant Novia.

"Yo."