To become a king and a magician

Aleister was a necromancer who was presumed dead decades ago. During his lifetime, he was considered the most evil man in the world. Although it is unknown when he became a Dead Apostle and survived, based on his past actions and his recent summoning of a dragon in the city, he was undoubtedly an extremely dangerous man.

If we can't completely eliminate him, there's no guarantee he won't resurface one day.

"elder brother?"

Seeing Natsukawa Tora's serious expression, Grey couldn't help but ask, "Are you alright? Is something wrong with your body again?"

"Ah, no, I'm fine, it's just that there are some things on my mind. More importantly, Miss Archerlot, is it really okay for you to stay with me all this time? I remember you're having a concert the day after tomorrow, right?"

"That one has been cancelled."

Lydia said it very casually.

"Such a big thing happened, even I don't have a heart big enough to continue the concert. Besides, part of the venue used for the concert was damaged, and my schedule is not flexible enough to wait for the venue to be repaired. In addition, I don't want to change the venue at the last minute, so I simply canceled it."

Those fans who are obsessed with this guy are really pathetic, having such a capricious idol.

Xia Chuanhu sighed slightly: "It's a good thing that tickets haven't gone on sale yet, otherwise you would have been overwhelmed. But this is also good, so I don't have to keep impersonating you anymore. To be honest, I felt really uncomfortable in your women's clothing."

"That's because you're too strong!"

"What kind of muscle am I, someone who doesn't even have a six-pack? — And don't throw pillows at me!"

Giving Natsukawa Tora an angry glare, Lydel said, "Well, I was just really bored, so I came to find you two. After all, you two are quite interesting."

“Grey, please get this entertainer out of here.”

"elder brother......"

With a slightly helpless chuckle, Grey turned to Lydia and asked, "Miss Lydia, what are your plans now? If the concert is canceled, are you going back to the Clock Tower?"

"Well, I need to go back and write a report first. I don't plan to have anyone else write it for me this time. After that, I'll be going to Japan."

"Japan? That's not my brother's—"

Grey looked at Natsukawa Torato—Japan is Natsukawa Torato's hometown.

Lydia laughed and said, "I have a childhood friend in Japan who I'm quite close to, and I visit her whenever I have free time. Because of this incident, I've had about a month's vacation."

(Miss Acherlot's Japanese friend...Does Kuonji Temple have beads?)

Since the time of the Night of the Witcher had long passed, Natsukawa Torato had no intention of having any interaction with Misaki City, the location of the incident, or the original protagonists. At most, he would make a pilgrimage to the holy site in the future.

"My flight is tomorrow night. What about you? Do you want to come back with me?"

Tomorrow night?

Natsukawa Tora thought about the itinerary for a moment, then looked at Grey apologetically: "If possible. I'm sorry, Grey, I originally brought you out on a trip, but I've been busy with my own things and have left you stuck in the hotel the whole time."

Day 1 - Arrival in Paris

The next day – shopping in women's clothing and fighting dragons at night.

Day Three – Aftermath

The original five-day, four-night trip to Paris has now been reduced to just today and tomorrow, and it's already evening tonight.

“It’s okay, brother.” As always, the understanding little angel Grey smiled and shook her head. “What you’re doing must be important, so you don’t need to worry about me. Just focus on doing your own thing.”

This child is truly an angel!

(Your words only make me feel more guilty.)

Xia Chuanhu felt that he had failed in his duty as an older brother to the extreme.

Just then, Lydia interjected, "In that case, are you going to play tomorrow?"

"Huh?"

"Our flight back to London is tomorrow night, so we have plenty of time during the day. We can take Grey out to play since we're both free anyway. After we're done playing, we can take a car to the airport and get some sleep on the flight back."

Upon hearing Lydia's suggestion, Natsukawa Torato immediately looked at Grey, and seeing the obvious expectation on her face, he knew there was no need to ask.

"Okay, let's have some fun tomorrow."

"I can reluctantly act as your tour guide, but considering our relationship, I won't charge you a guide fee."

Even if you accept it, I won't give it to you.

63. A comeback could also be forced.

The next day, afternoon.

Notre Dame Cathedral, main nave.

Walking slowly between the pillars, Natsukawa Tora looked around at the surroundings and exclaimed, "It truly lives up to its reputation as a cathedral with over eight hundred years of history. The interior decorations are so full of a sense of history; you can really feel the weight of time that has settled here."

In the realm of magic, time and power are roughly equivalent; the older an object is, the greater its inherent power. Even an ordinary object, devoid of any magical properties, can become a remarkably effective catalyst if it has existed for hundreds of years.

Not to mention Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris, which was originally built in the 12th century.

Upon hearing Xia Chuanhu's words, Xier, who had been by his side, frowned slightly: "The first time I entered this place, I wasn't impressed by its artistry, but by its magical significance. Although you've said many times that you're not a magician, your words and way of thinking are exactly like a magician's."

"I am not a magician"—Natsukawa Torato had indeed said this to Hierro many times. Like other magicians, he did not aim to reach the Root, nor would he abandon anything for his magical research, much less intend to become a monster devoid of humanity.

He meets almost none of the criteria for a magician, so by that logic, he is indeed not a magician.

With a wry smile and a shrug, Natsukawa Torato said seriously, "Say what you will—has Aleister been found?"

“No,” Hield said curtly. “I’ve found traces of him, but Aleister killed the investigators and escaped before I got there. It’s happened several times.”

"Looks like he's a repeat offender."

"More than forty years ago, he took a fake death and escaped without being monitored by the church and the clock tower. This time, we finally learned of his existence through Apocalypse and thought we could solve the problem, but he still got away."

The apocalypse's message was that "a great evil will appear in Paris." If it refers to Aleister Crowley, known as "the most evil man in the world" and "the beast of the apocalypse," then the prophecy aligns.

Thinking of this, Hiel sighed slightly: "I'm probably going to get a beating from the director when I get back, I really can't stand it—by the way, you came here just to ask me about this?"

"Pretty much. Another reason is that I can't find anything to do. After all, I really don't want to go shopping with women."

Even though Grey is just a child, Natsukawa Tora feels he'll be tortured to the point of death by Lydia alone. For a guy, shopping with a girl is practically like going to hell.

Are you a jerk?

"Why do you say that?"

"Abandoning a woman you have a good relationship with and going after other women—what else is that but a scumbag? That's what the book says."

"..."

Natsukawa Tora wanted to refute, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that what Hier said was also correct.

"However, isn't the standard for judging a scumbag whether he plays with women's feelings? Let alone playing with feelings, I've hardly ever touched a girl except for Grey."

“LoliKong?”

"No."

Natsukawa Tora sighed helplessly, "Well, the next thing I wanted to do was visit this place. We're leaving Paris soon, and it would be a waste of a trip if we didn't visit the famous Notre Dame Cathedral."

"Leave Paris?"

"The flight is at 8 p.m., flying back to London."

“Oh.” Hier nodded. “It’s quite strange, really. The two of us, the Clock Tower and the Church, talking as we walk—it’s probably rare to see either side like this, isn’t it?”

The Clock Tower and the Church have been hostile to each other since their inception due to their differing ideologies and organizational rules. Although they haven't reached the point of fighting to the death every time they meet, they certainly don't give each other a friendly look. Situations like Natsukawa Tiger and Hier, where they temporarily cooperate because of the Dead Apostles, are extremely rare.

Natsukawa Tora smiled and said, "It is indeed rare, but it's not unheard of. As far as I know, there are even cases of magicians taking church members as their apprentices."

For example, the Tohsaka family and the Kotomine family. However, that's a special case. The two families have been friends for generations, and even if one becomes a magician while the other joins the church, their long-standing friendship won't turn them into enemies.

"Would you like me to show you around here?" Hier asked. "I'm not a proper tour guide, but I'm quite familiar with this place."

"Sure. But is that alright? I'm from the Clock Tower."

"These past few days, almost everyone in the church in Paris has remembered you. After all, there are hardly any magicians like you who are not hostile to the church and even take the initiative to help. What's that saying again? You will receive kindness in return for kindness. Although I can't take you to those secret places, a visit is perfectly fine."

"......"

After a moment of silence, Natsukawa Tora suddenly laughed and said, "The Church is surprisingly open-minded. Then I'll trouble you, Ms. Hiel."

"Just call me Hield—by the way, what's your name again?"

"Natsukawa Torato—we've known each other for three or four days now, and you still don't know my name?"

"You didn't say that yourself!"

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At the same time, inside a house in Paris.

Clinging to the wall in the shadows, Aleister leaned against it and stretched out his hand to move it slightly: "Hmm, I can move freely. It seems my injuries have fully healed."

In the past two days, Aleister has been tracked down by the Church several times. Although he killed them all, he was not unscathed. He suffered some injuries, and due to the nature of his injuries, even the Dead Apostle's healing ability took more than half a day to heal him.

Aleister stood up, leaning on his staff, brushed the dust off his clothes, and glanced at the time.

"There are still four hours until nightfall... Well, that's good, I can prepare my new summon. Those damned church and the magician of the clock tower not only took away my health pack, but also left me in this situation. Don't think it will end so easily."

Once they summon new summoned beasts, it will be their death.

However, just as Aleister was thinking this, a floral fragrance suddenly wafted into the room.

"You can't beat that child like this."

A woman's voice rang out in the room. Aleister immediately looked in the direction of the voice, but all he could see was a layer of pink mist, and he could only vaguely make out a figure inside.

"Who?"

"Who I am is not important. What is important is that if you continue to hold that kind of thinking, you will soon be purified."

"What?" Aleister frowned in displeasure. "You mean I'll be purified? Purified by mere humans?"

The figure nodded, then flicked out a flower petal: "Tonight at eight o'clock, Paris airport, the private jet bound for London. That's your last chance. The key is how to eliminate the magic, understand?"

"Yes......"

As the petals drifted past his field of vision, Aleister's eyes, which had been shining brightly, immediately went blank, and he responded in a dazed and confused manner, like a puppet.

64. A Sea of ​​Fire Flying in the Sky

The rulers of the Clock Tower are all wealthy—this is something every magician knows, and even knowing this, Natsukawa Torato couldn't help but be shocked by Lydel's immense wealth.