Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Typhon sat on the sofa with his knees drawn up to his chest, looking up at him with tearful eyes.

"Perhaps, this is indeed very bad."

Seeing this, Novia had no choice but to go along with Typhon's words, after all, he still didn't like seeing his loved ones shed tears.

The red-haired girl ignored Melsin and Altrouge's gazes and let out her muttering:

"You idiot, but it's okay, everyone makes mistakes."

Ok?

The silver-haired youth always felt something was off.

He would offer comfort because of Typhon's carefree and rather oblivious nature.

How did it turn out that he was the one apologizing, and then Typhon forgave him with "I just can't do anything with you"?

Something's definitely fishy.

As Novia was thinking this, she noticed Typhon looking up at her, his eyes narrowed into slits, and a gentle smile on his face.

Then, before Novia could speak, Typhon threw himself on him, placing his hands on Novia's chest with utmost care.

"After thinking about it, it's alright. It doesn't matter if I can't kill Zeus. When I remember that I have already killed the 'Bull,' I will make a wish three times in my heart, hoping that no matter what, I can be with you, Avia—and, Avia, I like you, I like you, I like you the most!"

In addition, Typhon glanced provocatively at the group of people next to him who had already clenched their fists.

To be honest, Novia really didn't expect Typhon to do something like this; it's completely unlike her usual personality... and the more she looked at it, the more she felt it resembled something that Meli had secretly taught her. Could it be—

Novia, who already had some guesses, didn't say a word. She simply straightened her back and stared calmly at Typhon, whose face was flushed.

"No, no, no, no, don't stare like that, you idiot."

The red-haired girl, her cheeks flushed, said this while biting her lip.

"Cough cough."

The silence of the birthplace was broken by Kyoshinko, who was completely an outsider to the place.

Well, although she felt an even greater sense of respect for this person than for Eltruki from the very first time they met, she still knew her limits and knew it was best to keep quiet in this situation.

but--

"My lord, a servant has arrived. He's at the door. Should I go open it?"

Novia, who was still being held down by Typhon, nodded in response to Kyoko's question.

Those who come to visit at this time are either Servants and Masters who cannot enter Thunder, or Masters and Servants who want to reach some kind of peace agreement with him.

A few seconds later, a voice came from Kyoshiko, who had returned from the doorway.

"Um, it's a pleasure to see you, and please understand my visit, Saint Novia, ah no, actually I should say forgive me..."

The blond, blue-eyed boy still wore a refreshing smile that didn't seem like something a magician should have.

His name was Frat, and he was one of the students in El-Melloi II's classroom.

Although Frat's personality is unreliable, he had already contacted his teacher, El-Melloi II, before coming, so he was extremely cautious of Novia, the strongest person in this Holy Grail War, and who was suspected to be the same person as Avia, one of the ancient rulers of El-Melloi.

183: The Ancient Monarchs of El-Melloi (3k5)

“As your professor, I’m giving you an assignment: go and make contact, in the name of El-Melloi.”

Earlier, at a budget motel in Snowfield City.

El-Melloi II spoke these words by phone to his disciple Frat, who had secretly gone to participate in the Holy Grail War.

Ferrat Erskates was born into a family of magicians who settled in the Mediterranean region. He was the eldest son of the Erskates family.

He was originally expected to be a prodigy and was now apprenticed to other professors, but he ended up causing many teachers a lot of headaches. In the end, they had no choice but to tell Lord Amelio II, "Only you can teach him," and then dumped him on them.

In the years that followed, he outshone his fellow students in magical talent and continued to grow, but due to a host of other problems, he has yet to graduate from the Clock Tower.

Several months ago, Flatt obtained a game-related dagger from the Second Prince and came to Snowfield City without permission. Simply wiping the catalyst triggered the summoning process, summoning the pseudo-Berserker, Jack the Ripper.

"Hey, is this okay?" Flat asked curiously. "Would our classroom's name really be that useful in the Holy Grail War?"

"...Seriously, you're the one who's an idiot, to put it simply. I'm talking about El-Melloi, El-Melloi, you know?"

On the day of the phone call, the one who raised his voice and started cursing was a man in his thirties with long hair.

A yellow shoulder strap hung from the top of the red coat. The man clearly had a rather displeased expression, but it quickly turned into worry. This was El-Melloi II, the London Star of the Clock Tower.

On the other hand, Flatt, who was on the phone, looked utterly desperate upon hearing this: "How could this be! Please describe me in at least two words!"

"Anyway, you're both an idiot and a moron, there's no other way to describe you. I told you not to come, but you insisted, so I finally called you an idiot! I can't stand it..."

"Because I didn't expect that the touch that summoned Mr. Jack wasn't prepared by you, teacher."

"Master, please listen patiently to what Lord II has to say."

The steampunk-style watch on Fratt's left wrist emitted a sound that gave off a mature and gentlemanly impression.

This is Flat's Servant, the Berserker Jack the Ripper, who can transform into any form, and is currently attached to Flat's wrist as a watch.

"Sigh, I'm really impressed by you."

The second son on the other end of the phone sighed softly.

When he saw that the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, had also appeared in the American Holy Grail War, his face turned ashen instantly. The nausea in his stomach caused by the trouble with Flat stopped abruptly. Not only his stomach, but perhaps even his breathing, blinking, and heart stopped for a few seconds.

But he quickly realized that he was worried about Flatt's safety, so he quickly found a phone and called Flatt.

He was afraid that something might happen to his disciple in Snowfield City. Although it was Flat's just deserts, this idiot hadn't graduated from his tutelage yet, which meant that he, as his teacher, had a responsibility to help this idiot survive this Holy Grail War.

Therefore, aside from scolding Flat for the first few minutes after the call connected, the Second Prince then analyzed the situation for him, prioritizing that he should not easily contact the Hero King. During the call, the Second Prince, though far away in the Clock Tower, learned about the scene of Novia, who appeared last, through the magician arranged by the Clock Tower in Snowfield City.

As the founder of the Church, he should logically belong to the good side of order. However, in the Holy Grail War, the Servants are all there for the Holy Grail. Therefore, the Second Lord did not dare to let Frat make contact with him easily. Moreover, like most magicians, he felt that if Novia really had the qualifications of a 'Holy Spirit,' then what was the point of participating in the Holy Grail War?

Could it be that they're going to follow in the footsteps of their former teacher Kenneth and fight the Holy Grail War with the 'Holy Grail'?

However, the Second Prince's caution was quickly dispelled by one of his disciples—not Flat, of course, but Gray, whom he had brought with him.

"That person... I feel like he looks a lot like the one in the portrait that's left in the village."

Grey's mutterings were overheard by the Second Prince, who was standing nearby.

He recalled that Grey was born in the village of Blackmore in Wales. Although the villagers there were related to King Arthur, the Blackmores, known as the Gravekeepers, had long ago inherited their ability to transform into ravens from the long-deceased Blackwing, the progenitor of the Dead Apostles.

In addition, the Second Emperor recalled that, according to their own accounts, they had been saved by a monarch of El-Melloi, namely Avia, the Hun who, according to legend, destroyed the Western Roman Catholic Church in the fifth century...

Many people find this hard to believe, although Avia did go to Britain, there are no detailed records of her past there.

"Grey, are you sure?"

"They look very alike, or rather, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they're the same person..."

"I understand."

After receiving Grey's affirmation, the previously hesitant King II made up his mind and came up with the idea of ​​having Flat directly contact Novia.

"In short, that's it, Flatt. Did you hear me? After you meet, please call and communicate with that person."

"Yes, I understand, teacher."

Then, the Second Prince hung up the phone.

After seeing the call end, Ferrat put away his phone, drew back the curtains, and bathed himself in the twilight light streaming into the room. He raised his arms high: "Ah, finally I can get out, really..."

“Master, his advice was very effective, and I could tell just by talking to him over the phone. He must be an excellent ‘magic teacher.’ Judging from the fact that he survived the Holy Grail War, he must be a first-rate ‘magician’ as well.”

Ferrat shook his head slightly after hearing the affirmation from the berserker Jack the Ripper, who had transformed into a Heroic Spirit Watch.

“That’s not what I meant, Mr. Jack.”

"Call me a berserker... So, what's wrong with that?"

Jack tilted his head instead of his fingers, and Ferrat looked at him with a disappointed expression and said:

"The professor, when he was in the clock tower, was someone who was constantly on the go, so busy that he couldn't afford to waste even a minute... But because of me, I wasted several hours of his time... I really feel like I did something wrong..."

"Hmm... You're more considerate of your master than I thought."

"Of course, the only people who, as a professor's student, do not respect him are... The phone rang again."

Flatt picked up the ringing phone again, only to find that it wasn't the familiar Second Prince, but an unknown number. However, he didn't hesitate and answered it directly.

"Hey, Flatt, I heard you're in Snowfield City now. How's it going?"

"Eh... Eh! It's actually Lord Van Tem?!"

"Haha, that's right, that's me. It's been a long time! Remember to come visit my ship next time, Brother Flatt."

"Hmm... I do remember that, but Lord Van Tem, I'm afraid your call wasn't just to send an invitation."

"After all, the entire magic world is probably quite excited right now, but I just want to offer a word of advice." As the master of the Banquet, the Dead Apostle quietly raised his glass and offered a toast to Flat, the experimental subject created by his friend who disappeared long ago. "Flat, you are very special to that person, no, I should say, to humanity. You are someone who exists between the present and the future, and perhaps you will die because of that."

"...What does this mean?"

"Haha, it's nothing, Brother Flatt, just pretend I'm drunk. By the way, if you see that person, how should I put it, please give my regards. Tell them that Van Tem sends his greetings to you and Lady Princess. If you have time, you are welcome to visit Monaco anytime. I will definitely treat you both well. Of course, if possible, it would be best if the White Knight didn't come."

After finishing speaking, Van Tem hung up the phone without waiting for Flatt's reaction.

"Lord Van Tem seems to be acting strangely today..."

"Master, who is this?"

Upon hearing Jack's seemingly surprised question, Flatt replied in a nostalgic tone:

“In my hometown of Monaco, there’s a huge gambling ship on the sea nearby. I used to gamble there. Although there was an age limit, after a lot of things happened, the owner made an exception and allowed me to go in... In exchange, he said he hoped I could perform some magic tricks for him, so I demonstrated several magic tricks there.”

"Want to see magic tricks or something... Is the owner of that gambling ship a magician too?"

"Yes, I heard that was the case before."

"......'originally'?"

Upon hearing Flat's strange statement, the dial of the watch tilted slightly.

"Hmm, that person went from being a magician to a Dead Apostle, that is, Lord Van Tem... Oh no, it's getting dark, I have to find Novia quickly, my teacher just gave the order, I can't delay any longer."

"Rest assured, Master, I will guide you now."

.........

"Well, that's pretty much it."

Inside the hotel where Novia was staying, Flatt truthfully told Novia what was happening in front of him.

Novia naturally knew that the Financial Demon King was referring to the 'new human' 'Tia' inside Flat's body, since Flat's words about the meaning of Van Tem were unclear. However, since he was there, Flat could not have been ambushed and killed, and 'Tia' would not want to destroy everything because of Flat's death.

As for Van Tem's invitation, Novia thought it best to see what Eltrucci thought; he was indifferent and could simply treat it as a way to relax.

You might even encounter Zagreus appearing in the world under the name Bai Ruolong—a Greek god using a continental name to practice Bagua Palm and mental magic. However, this depends on whether the Second Life Adventure plot unfolds. If it doesn't, then the magician Kiz, who controls the 'Gate of Preservation' in the Wandering Sea, won't allow him to appear in this guise.

After all, the divine body Osiris, originally intended for Alexander IV by Ptolemy and several magicians and located in the underwater Library of Alexandria, had already been destroyed by him. In other words, the divine bodies prepared for Alexander IV were now only those of Sun Wukong and Set.

"By the way, the teacher said that after I meet you, I should let you speak with him by phone. Is that alright?"

Although it was the teacher's request, Flat felt that he should ask Novia first, otherwise it would be impolite.

“Sure,” Novia said with a smile. “After all, I was once the Lord of El-Melloi.”

Although I've never even been to the Clock Tower.

"Huh! Really!?"

To Frat's surprise, his call to the Second Prince went through quickly. After a brief self-introduction, Novia listened to El-Melloi's speech.

"Greetings, Lord Novia. I am the current monarch of the El-Melloi family, known as El-Melloi II. Although this is an unreasonable request, could you please protect my good-for-nothing disciple, Flat Erskedes? I really beg you."

The Second King's words were full of sincerity.

This didn't surprise Novia, after all, this was the second generation, it would be strange if he didn't say this.

Moreover, Novia was also a teacher, so she could naturally understand this feeling of worry.

Therefore, regarding this request that yielded no reward—

"Don't worry, there won't be any problems."

Thus, the second day of the Holy Grail War came to an end. The True Berserkers and the False Archers were eliminated, leaving eleven of the thirteen Servants remaining.