Shirou, who returned from the Fairy Kingdom

Shirou recalled the conversation on the train; "Gold" level Mystic Eyes were not uncommon among high-ranking Dead Apostles.

This guy... is much stronger than Floff...!

The moment Shirou saw the black-coated assassin, he thought of an old friend from the Fairy Kingdom.

Lainek, the patriarch of the Fang Clan and the strongest warrior in the Fairy Kingdom.

The man in black was tall and burly, with a very cold and stern face, but Shirou could not sense the imposing aura of a warrior that Reinek possessed.

Even so, I still feel that they have some similarities in certain aspects.

Oh right... it's animal odor...!

Shirou sniffed.

Is this a byproduct of my culinary studies? Even he admires himself for maintaining a normal sense of smell at minus 100 degrees Celsius.

"Nero Chaos... Don't get in my way."

Flöf bared his fangs in displeasure, glaring at his fellow clansmen (dead followers) who had entered his territory.

The Dead Apostle known as "Nero Chaos" slowly closed the distance between himself and Shirou and began to speak.

"This time, I'm only giving you this precious 'tasting' opportunity because of my friend Roya..."

In the end, you failed to deal with him, didn't you? You were the one who was manipulated and played from beginning to end.

"...The battle has only just begun, and I'm about to kill him."

"A battle? This isn't a battle, it's a hunt, that was clear from the beginning."

Nero Chaos said dismissively, "Besides, you can't kill him, can you?"

Even if you use "principles," you can't defeat him.

Following White Wing's suggestion, let's complete our joint hunt amicably.

"Hey, you've been ignoring me since just now, old man." Shirou squinted his eyes unhappily.

"excuse me."

The black-clad Dead Apostle turned to the red-haired boy.

Anyway, let me introduce myself first—

I am one of the twenty-seven ancestors, just like Mr. Flov over there. Does that make it easier to understand?

Nero Chaos, the tenth of the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostles.

Although it happened a very, very long time ago, I was born on the Wandering Sea.

Just as Shirou had suspected, the man before him was a Dead Apostle transformed from a magician.

One can sense intellect from him, or rather, an absolute rationality that remains intact despite being a chaotic mix of madness and madness.

This man must have been a remarkable magician in his lifetime, perhaps even a monster like Kiz who has lived from before Christ to the present day.

"What? Why would a big shot like Dead Apostle Twenty-Seven be in a place like this?"

"As I just said, this is a chaotic 'hunting' festival. I was chosen by my clan to be the executor of this blood sacrifice, nothing more."

"So, I'm the one playing the role of prey in this festival?" Shirou asked fearlessly.

"Really... You haven't realized it yet?"

Nero Chaos wore an expression of disbelief.

"But what exactly is going on?"

Judging from its appearance, it was indeed a very sophisticated technique that I couldn't decipher even with my limited understanding.

To be able to go this far is practically deceiving the world itself, isn't it?

It would be absolutely impossible for anyone but a genius with superhuman intelligence to do this.

"At least in the world as I know it, no magician in history has ever been able to do such a thing."

"...?"

Shirou tilted his head: What on earth is this guy talking about?

Actually, he wasn't that smart; he was just a seemingly normal madman.

Nero Chaos still stared at Shirou Amamiya with his emotionless, crimson eyes.

"...It's hard to understand. Was the magician who modified you not a living person?"

I doubt you could find a magician capable of doing something like this even if you searched the entire Sea of ​​Wanderings...

Normally, your physical body would have suffered a complete mental breakdown if you were to receive those eyes.

However, he managed to minimize the side effects of the "Rainbow" level by shifting the focus... It was truly a genius idea and technique.

"If I could, I'd really like to meet that guy."

Nero Chaos has been rambling on about topics that Shirou can't understand.

Transformation? I've been transformed?

What is a "Rainbow" level Mystic Eye? Do I also have a "Mystic Eyes of Death Perception"?

...What on earth is this guy talking about?

The aura of the Black Dead Apostle has changed.

"In short, your days of possessing those eyes without knowing anything are over—"

Nero Chaos met Shirou's twilight-colored eyes, then spoke calmly.

"I'll take 'The Mystic Eye of Crimson Moon Brunstadt'."

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Volume 6, Chapter 287: I'm going to become the vampire heiress's slave!

...Zhuyue Brunstad's magic eye?

Shirou frowned slightly.

Because he cared about it, he had also investigated the existence that was said to be the source of all evil, the origin of vampires.

The basic units that make up the universe—celestial bodies—are not just cold, lifeless spheres.

Like humans or animals, they possess their own consciousness; each celestial body is an ancient life form.

However, the planet itself does not possess the ability to directly wield power, so in order to protect the planet, the will of the star will either create or select the most outstanding and powerful individual.

They are called Aristotle, the Ultimate One.

The strongest individuals on the planet each possess immense power capable of sweeping across the surface.

Brunsstadt of the Crimson Moon was one of the original moons, known as the "Type-Moon" and the Moon King.

This differs from the traditional astronomical definition that "the Moon is a satellite of the Earth."

In the world of magic, the moon is considered to be Earth's sister celestial body, and therefore also has a corresponding Aristotle.

On the other hand, Earth is one of the few celestial bodies that could not have given birth to Aristotle.

After humans replaced the gods as the new primates, the Earth's will—the stellar restraining force known as "Gaia"—developed a strong sense of crisis.

We are fragile and ignorant humans now; perhaps we will kill ourselves sometime in the future.

Gaia, feeling uneasy as the mother planet, conveyed her concerns to Brunstad of the Moon.

"As a substitute for you who cannot move, I will protect you."

The Moon King, summoned by Gaia, made a pact with the planet with his bright red, both awe-inspiring and tender eyes.

Originally, it appeared on Earth in response to Gaia's signal requesting assistance in transforming the world into a more perfect true world; its true purpose is to control the Earth.

When the restraining force Gaia deems it necessary, it will create a race called the True Ancestors, modeled after the Moon King, who are natural mediators, the touch of the stars, and Gaia's direct means of self-defense against humanity.

The created progenitors are both enemies of primates and mediators of nature, therefore the restraining force Alaya maintains a negative yet tolerant attitude towards them.

However, Zhu Yue's true purpose was not to protect the planet but to dominate the earth. He attempted to make the earth his own city through this method, and the True Ancestor was the vanguard of his invasion.

After arriving on Earth, Zhu Yue discovered that she belonged neither to the primates nor to Gaia, and that she would eventually be corrected by the restraining force of one of them. She began to try to leave behind a successor, that is, a true ancestor of the same purity as herself.

Therefore, he kept trying to give birth to a True Ancestor with the same level of ability as himself so that he could be reincarnated, but he kept failing.

Even the best successor candidate, Altrouge Brunestud, the ninth of the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostles, was too unstable.

Therefore, Zhu Yue had no choice but to teach those True Ancestors the methods of creating True Ancestors.

Around the 5th century AD, humans waged a great war against Zhu Yue and his kin.

Defeated due to a lack of understanding of magic beyond the rules, the Moon King was destroyed before he could leave behind a successor.

However, before being destroyed, Crimson Moon Brunstad left behind a unique barrier that allowed "a race called the True Ancestors, into which he could infiltrate, to be born."

Zhu Yue has a backdoor implanted in all True Ancestors. They possess an action concept called Zhu Yue, but only True Ancestors who have reached the same purity as Zhu Yue will be welcomed into Zhu Yue.

When the perfect successor is born, Crimson Moon Brunstad will take over its will, possess its vessel, and descend to earth once more as the King of the Moon.

Among the True Ancestors created by Zhu Yue, some gradually degenerated from normal eating and began to indulge in blood-sucking.

The Fallen Ancestors began attacking humanity, creating the Dead Apostles, a new type of vampire.

Crimson Moon Brunstadt is the common origin of the True Ancestors and the Dead Apostles, which is probably why vampires are influenced and blessed under the moon.

above--

It's information about Crimson Moon in Shirou's world.

But in another parallel world—

In the world where he was active as a savior, Zhu Yue and her relatives were swept away by the holy sword, and humanity went down a completely different path afterward.

According to Machiri, the Zhu Yue here was not completely wiped out, which is why there are beings like the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostles who threaten human history.

Normally speaking, monsters like the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostles shouldn't exist.

They are "objects hostile to human history," a deadly poison that corrodes the world; their mere existence shakes human reason and should be subject to the corrective force of restraint.

It was the crimson stain that drifted from the moon that created the soil that allows the Twenty-Seven Ancestors to exist today.

These eyes of mine... are the "Magic Eyes of Crimson Moon Brunstad"?

Upon hearing Nero Chaos's words, Shirou instinctively placed his hand on Mystic Eyes Killer.

That's complete nonsense. I've never met Zhu Yue in this world.

1500 years before my birth, long before Artoria's time, the physical body of Crimson Moon Brunstad had already vanished into nothingness.

No... vampires certainly couldn't possibly be unaware of this principle, so why would they misunderstand such a simple truth?

Shirou was about to ask further questions, but Nero Chaos seemed unwilling to continue.

With a flick of his wrist, his black coat billowed up like a cloak.

Only then did Shirou realize that beneath the coat lay a chaotic, flowing darkness.

"————————!!"

From the darkness, something enormous burst forth.

With a gurgling sound, two foul gusts of wind converged from above and below.

Emerging from the chaos beneath the coat was the enormous, pitch-black maw of a crocodile, as if straight out of a Hollywood movie.

Shirou assumed a defensive stance with the "Blade of Chaos," only to be met with an unbelievable impact.

It was unimaginable that a monster could possess such power; Shirou's arm went numb—it felt as if he had crashed into a continent hurtling towards him.

This isn't a crocodile, it's a Leviathan...

"...Ugh!!"

The boy who had just used his skills to suppress the power of the Flov Dead Apostle was now being knocked away without any doubt.

In the instant he was thrown out, his body instinctively retaliated.

Unchained his forearm, Shirou threw the "Blade of Chaos," its blade piercing the soft inner side of the crocodile's upper jaw.