In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

However, she still bravely stepped up and expressed her willingness to participate.

Although it wasn't what she wanted, she inherited the magic crest of the Aozaki family, and strictly speaking, she is the manager of the Misaki City ley lines in this generation.

"Of course not."

Lu Kang heard the troubled words of the girl behind him and simply said, "I won't waste that much time."

"Moreover, in some places, it's not really appropriate to go as a student."

"We just need to ask someone."

Who to look for?

Aoko quickly received her answer.

Under the dim, setting sun.

The pointed dome of the Papacy stands tall, and the magnificent sound of bells echoes down from above.

An exceptionally tall figure stood before the Vatican's gates, seemingly having waited for a long time.

"Homage to the Lord of Esoteric Buddhism!"

The moment Lu Kang stepped in.

He bowed deeply, kneeling solemnly, and declared: "The acting priest of the Hetian Church, the agent of the Holy Church, the supervisor of the spiritual veins—a follower of esoteric Buddhism, Wen Bingyongli, praises the shadow of the 'Lord' of the upside-down world!"

Around and around.

Ultimately, it's better to let your 'foundation' speak for itself!

Chapter 153 The Sleeping Cat's Ears Have Beads, Orange's Enemy

Looking at the tall figure standing outside the church, Aoko was stunned again, and then her brows furrowed tightly—revealing a very obvious and very strong hostility!

She recognized this person and this name.

Although the land called Misaki was established as a city in a very short time, its actual existence has been very long. In the hundreds of years before that, a large number of people had gathered here, forming ancient settlements and towns. The family of Aozaki, who migrated here hundreds of years ago and were the original managers of this land, are now the ley lines managers of Misaki City and are magicians.

But besides Aozaki, there is another family with an equally long history, a family that is a long-standing friend of the Aozaki family, a former wealthy family in Misaki Town called the "Bunkei".

To this day, the friendship between the two families has lasted for hundreds of years.

The man named Eiri Fumie is the only son and heir of the Fumie family in this generation. In Aoko's memory, he went to study at sea when he was very young. After returning, he became a member of a church with influence all over the world. He managed the Goda Church in Misaki City and was the only priest and the highest-ranking clergyman in Misaki City.

Of course, if it were only that, Aozaki Aoko wouldn't have shown such hostility towards him at this moment. Even though magicians also belong to the magician side and have always been at odds with the church forces, given the long-standing friendship between the Aozaki family and the Bunbing family, it wouldn't be so much that they would turn against each other just because her only son has a church identity.

What truly made Aozaki Aoko hostile was what Fumie Eiri had done...

He once 'killed' the physical body of his grandfather, the previous head of the Aozaki family and the Aozaki Mage!

Although that happened a long time ago.

This was long before I was inexplicably designated as the successor to the magician.

Although his grandfather was only injured, he survived thanks to the properties of 'magic'.

Such behavior was enough to make Aoko tear away the filter she had of this guy because he was the only son of a long-standing family.

That was enough to make her focus and be on guard at this moment.

and--

"A scoundrel!"

He started shouting insults.

He was both refined and despicable. The man, dressed in a black priest's robe, wore glasses and always wore a seemingly gentle smile, as if he were proclaiming the gentleness of 'the Lord' to the world... He remained in a half-kneeling position and did not even raise his eyes when he heard Qingzi's curses.

Lu Kang lowered his hands, his expression casual: "Get up."

Only then did Aoko seem to realize what was happening and look at the handsome, tall boy beside her. Seeing his nonchalant manner as he manipulated Wenbing Yongli, she suddenly understood—

"Are you a member of the church?" Aoko frowned.

"To be precise, he is the master of the fourth religion, 'esoteric Buddhism'."

Lu Kang didn't respond. Instead, Wen Bingyongli slowly rose to her feet. The tall young man maintained a gentle smile, ignoring the coldness in Qingzi's eyes, and said:

"He is the reflection of 'the Lord' on earth, the agent of the will of the One God, the being destined to bear all the faith in the world and gather all 'spirituality'—the great prophet, the successor of Viktorval."

“I studied in France and had the opportunity to come into contact with and join Tantric Buddhism.”

"I know nothing about magic and sorcery, but this has given me the opportunity to step into different mysterious realms."

“You…” Aoko paused again upon hearing this. She had never actually seen this man named Wenbing Eiri before. She only knew his approximate appearance through her grandfather’s description. She did not know the man’s abilities. However, in her opinion, whoever could kill her grandfather must be an extremely powerful magician.

However...

"This is a fact."

With a smile, Eiri Fumie raised his hand, allowing Aozaki Aoko to see the outline of the long sword hanging beneath his robes.

The man named Eiri Fumie, despite being the only son of an old friend of the Aozaki family, cannot use any magic, not even the basic 'miracle' of the church.

All he knows is how to strengthen the 'physical body'.

And 'knife skills'.

The 'magic system' he possessed was actually a mystical method created by Lu Kang for the original Templar Knights within the cult to enhance themselves.

It was with this ability that he severed the physical body of the Aozaki family's mage with a single strike.

As for the reasons...

It was simply because at that time he felt that the Aozaki family's magicians were completely unprepared and that he might succeed.

"However, the final result was somewhat unexpected—not so bad."

Looking at Aozaki Aoko before her, Eiri Fumie smiled, not only reminiscing but also recounting events in a straightforward manner.

The mage did not die.

But Aozaki Touko happened to be right there and witnessed the physical collapse of the person she considered the strongest, leaving her with a lifelong trauma.

Her performance.

This also led to the change of successor among magicians—

"You really are a refined scoundrel!" After hearing Wenbing Yongli's simple description, Qingzi's hostility only increased.

At the same time, she also gained some understanding and vigilance regarding the 'secret cult' they mentioned... To enable someone who knows nothing about magic to operate a mysterious system that even magicians cannot react to during a surprise attack, even if she had never heard of this name before, she knew that this was a very terrifying organization.

She had heard of the name 'Viktvar' before.

Like Sugawara no Hajime, who is familiar to every Yamato person, and Luvist, whom I had only just heard of—I had heard of them in history class!

"However, these things are probably not important compared to the matter Your Majesty has come to me about, are they?"

As they spoke, Wen Bingyongli once again looked respectfully at Lu Kang, who was standing casually.

The black-haired foreign boy nodded slightly, still unhurried: "As a member of the secret cult and also a supervisor sent by the church to Misaki City to oversee the Aozaki family, the managers of the ley lines, you should have already sensed some problems that have appeared on the ley lines in the last two days."

“That’s natural… but I’ve already had someone take action, and I’m sure it will be resolved soon…” Wenbing Yongli paused slightly, seemingly not expecting such a question to attract the attention of the ‘Master of the Secret Sect,’ yet she still responded in this manner.

Just as the blood vessels of a planet cannot always be in perfect harmony, the ley lines of the earth, which are like the blood vessels of the human body, are also subject to occasional problems.

In this regard.

Lu Kang shook his head, his expression serious: "You can't solve it."

"Because even I couldn't find that 'source' instantly."

Even with the 'divine mind', they could not fathom it.

If it weren't for this, Lu Kang wouldn't have come all this way in person.

if not like this.

He won't come to investigate in person.

Although he hadn't figured it out yet, Lu Kang already had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on—there were very few in the entire Far East who could do that.

But he also needs more specific clues.

More precise 'whereabouts'.

A moment of silence.

Seeing Lu Kang's serious expression, Wen Bingyongli finally nodded slightly.

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

"Afterwards, I will send you all the information on the ley lines."

...

"With Luvist and Victor Victowal, what other powerful ancestors did you have in your family?"

On the way back, Aoko couldn't help but mutter to herself.

One is a political and religious criminal who has been defined as the most vicious and evil person of this century.

One is a French hero who made his mark on the world six hundred years ago.

It would be hard for anyone to connect these two things, right?

“My ancestor was Sugawara no Hajime,” Lu Kang replied casually.

"Then I'll say that my ancestors were the Kamo family, who were Sugawara no Hashirō's teachers!"

Aozaki Aoko, however, no longer believed Lu Kang's truth.

Sugawara no Hajime influenced the Far East for over a thousand years, and can almost be considered the progenitor of all fields in the Far East, including politics, religion, and culture.

More importantly, Sugawara no Hajime had no descendants.

Even if they did, they would never go abroad!

Aoko snorted.

She gazed at the winding mountain road leading up the hill and the detached villa at its end, and couldn't help but squint slightly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Another hectic day is finally coming to an end...

The girl thought to herself.

It's like something's missing.

Less—

"Hey, where's my backpack?"

Aoko suddenly realized what was happening.

“I haven’t seen you take it since you came out of the school gate,” Lu Kang replied.

Aoko glared.

Then—he suddenly turned around and darted away!

"Damn it, damn it!"

She ran while shouting in frustration, leaving Lu Kang standing there watching the girl's energetic back, and he laughed out loud.

It seems that Aoko won't be back anytime soon.

Lu Kang glanced at the increasingly dim and gloomy sky, and then walked slowly alone toward the Kuonji Mansion.

The windows were tightly shut and pitch black. The dense jungle on both sides of the road rustled and made a series of rapid sounds. Lu Kang pushed open the door and saw that the interior of the mansion was also dark. As the last rays of the setting sun fell, he saw a figure leaning against a pillar in the hall.

Kuonji Yuju lay asleep against a stone pillar, the pillar surface seemingly blending seamlessly with her porcelain-white skin.

The girl maintained an incredibly elegant sleeping posture: her slender lower back formed a perfect gap with the pillar, her knees, wrapped in sheer black stockings, were visible beneath the hem of her black wool school uniform skirt, and her slightly bent left leg created deep, velvety folds in the shadows of the skirt.

Her usual pure white lace gloves were now loose and hanging down, revealing her slender fingers that loosely held a fairy tale book with a gold-embossed cover. The parchment pages trembled gently in the breeze, as if they might disturb the moonlight lingering on Sleeping Beauty's eyelashes at any moment.

Lu Kang's gaze paused slightly, and he immediately noticed that the top two buttons of her black dress, which was as nun-like as ever, were undone, revealing the delicate lines of her collarbone. Her chest rose and fell slightly with her breathing, causing the neat bow tie to sway gently.

The dust on the mansion floor formed tiny swirls around her calfskin loafers, as if blocked by some invisible barrier—it was indeed an unconscious defense of the magician, but it revealed a rare flaw because its owner was fast asleep.

As the night breeze swept by, the strand of hair that always stubbornly stuck up by her ear finally fell obediently, casting a spiderweb-like shadow on her cheek.

In addition to her usual elegant, serene, witch-like demeanor, Yuzhu now exuded an even more tranquil air.

Lu Kang couldn't help but smile as he watched this scene.