Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Moreover, as a fairy, she felt an instinctive aversion and fear towards this change, as if the planet itself disliked it.

"..."

Favia fell silent for a moment, then looked toward the monastery in the direction of the kneeling crowd.

In fact, this was not the first time he had seen this strange scene. Back in the fifth century, when he, Siegfried, and Beowulf killed the Kraken, the giant monster of the North Sea, the ancient mythical creature used a very similar ability.

However, there are still some differences, because the Kraken's ability is achieved by fusing and integrating with a small-scale natural spirit in the North Sea that is also in a state of extinction, but the scene in front of us feels more like a pure ritual.

For some reason, this reminded Favia of the 'Witch Trial' and Beelzebub, one of the seven deadly sins, 'gluttony'. However, Beelzebub's true nature was different from the impression of 'gluttony'. Beelzebub's strength lay in stirring up conflict and envy, causing humans to worship demons, and corrupting noble priests.

During the era of witch trials, there were also believers in Europe who considered Beelzebub to be the king of demons and feared him as the 'demon who controlled witches'. According to records of witch hunts, there are many accounts of "witches dancing and praising Beelzebub in a ritual that blasphemed Christ".

However, when Favia arrived on the island, she did not notice anything strange about the people there; they were just ordinary residents.

He didn't sense any trace of Beelzebub, after all, he had just killed Beelzebub once before, during the Holy Grail War in the snowfield.

"Let's go take a look there."

After a brief moment of thought, Favia, determined to find out what was going on, headed to the monastery on the island.

On the way, looking at the expressions of the residents and the eerie purple mist, the fairy girl subconsciously swallowed and felt a chill run down her spine.

Because these purple mists seemed to be solidifying, like internal organs being cleaned out, the outlines and colors of countless blood vessels and eyes faintly emerged from them.

The red-haired fairy following behind Favia was trembling with fear. If it weren't for Favia in front of her, she probably would have run away long ago.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from beside her and grabbed her wrist.

Like iron clamps.

An eerie silence descended suddenly.

Bawan Shi's smile froze on her face. She turned her head with difficulty, only to see a young face that looked even younger than herself, a face that was expressionless.

It's like catching a thief sneaking through your things in the act.

Immediately, the purple-skinned girl, with a twisted smile, questioned:

"How could you touch someone else's brother without permission?"

boom!

As the tentacle crossed, Favia used magic to bring it down like a sword.

In front of the monastery, the girl seemed to emerge from the purple mist itself, and with a movement that seemed to shatter all things purple, she looked at the humans and fairies before her.

"Shouldn't we at least say hello when we first meet?" Favia said. "Or, to be more direct—"

In that instant, the silver-haired boy continued to perform magic, the magic bullets released from his fingers splitting continuously, tracing spiral-like trajectories.

The magic bullets completely surrounded the opponent, infused with the power that could render someone unconscious for days even with just a scratch, and flew towards the monastery gates.

However, in the instant of the collision, all the magic was immediately deflected, and in that instant, the tentacles were revealed.

A fleeting spark illuminated their eyes, a vibrant blue and a deep crimson.

"Abigail Williams."

The visitor was none other than Abigail Williams, who should have been one of the initial plaintiffs in the Salem witch trials at the end of the seventeenth century and was supposed to be a Puritan.

To be honest, even Favia didn't know why someone from the late 17th century would appear in the early 16th century in this form.

He suddenly remembered that the islanders had mentioned a child in the monastery; could it be her?

And she just mentioned a brother? She has a brother?

"I've been waiting for you all this time, always on the island, even leaving my key there, all for this day. Finally, it's here, and God has given his approval... But I've been so lonely all this time. You really need to apologize..."

The girl answered without smiling or mocking.

Her breath hit Favia's face in an instant.

He simply told him quietly, "My brother, Favia Williams."

In an instant, it seemed as if the whole world had fallen silent.

Favia didn't even have time to think about what the girl had just said, because he felt his body instinctively convulsing. Not only his muscles, but all the magic circuits in his body were screaming, as if even his soul was about to faint.

This was because, in front of him, a faint purple eye suddenly appeared in the 'keyhole' on the forehead of a girl named Abigail, brimming with mockery, ridicule, pleasure, and playfulness, as well as many other indescribable feelings.

Although the ritual was incomplete, so that it could not be seen by human eyes, touched by the body, or felt by the body, the purple eye still forcibly descended at any cost, appearing in the island of Monte Cristo, which seemed to defy reality and illusion.

The mere act of eye contact brought Favia a tangible chill and pain, a sensation akin to the feeling of having her life taken away.

The next instant, mist welled up from the 'keyhole' on the girl's forehead, gently and carefully caressing Favia as if a pair of hands were protecting some rare treasure.

His consciousness went blank for a moment, and he could only watch helplessly as the tentacles caressed him, as if they were both showing affection and toying with him.

At the same time, Abigail smiled contentedly, a mischievous grin spreading across her purple face.

"There's a bad person over there who, though not a puppy, is preventing my brother and me from spending time together. She barks and bites so much, I'll just treat her like a puppy and shut her up completely..."

But after Abigail skipped two steps toward Bavan Shi, her movements came to an abrupt halt.

pause.

As if she had discovered something incredible, the girl turned around in astonishment.

Behind her, Favia, who was clearly in a daze, and the silver-haired boy who should have fainted, should have completely passed out under the gaze of the purple eyes.

The drooping fingers twitched once, then twitched again.

In this brief void of consciousness and soullessness, the remaining obsession still drove the body, step by step approaching Abigail, and raising its hand, along with the silver key that was only two-thirds full.

In that instant, the smile on the girl's face vanished without a trace, and she stared at the key that was about to touch her forehead without any intention of resistance.

"Sigh... I wanted to help you more, brother, because your happiness is my happiness... But why... my forehead hurts so much... Is this enough...?"

These words sound like a resigned acceptance of defeat, but they are not quite the same.

It sounds like accepting reality, but there's still something different.

Because all I saw was her reaching out and adjusting his collar.

"However, it's not because of that fairy, but because of humanity itself—or rather, it's about wanting everything. Sigh, a few days of punishment is probably the best course of action... After all, brother, you're even worse than me—"

The smile on the girl's face before she regained her normal appearance became even more distorted, and behind her, the void door suddenly opened, enveloping both of them.

"What a greedy, naughty child."

And so, the two disappeared behind the door, the door closed, and they were never seen again... That's how it should be.

This is because, just before the door closed, a faint yet swift and extremely rapid golden light burst forth from the deepest part of the second entrance to the cave on Monte Cristo. It not only instantly annihilated the dense purple fog that had previously covered the entire island, but it was also aimed directly at the door—

The door itself suddenly shuddered, and several terrible scratches appeared silently, almost being destroyed by the golden light that crashed into it.

The radiance paused in the air for a moment, as if preparing to crash again, while the door seemed unwilling to give in, with thick purple mist surging out.

However, the golden light tore through the lock with unstoppable force, without the slightest pause or deflection, and after carving a palm-sized hole in the door, the world instantly calmed down.

For Favia and Abigail, or rather for Favia, things were not looking good, because Abigail, who had now regained her normal skin color, was unconscious.

At this moment, the two of them are high above an unknown ocean.

Moreover, Favia felt that she couldn't use magic right now, perhaps because she had just recovered from that unconscious state, or perhaps because she had been stared at by that eye earlier.

In that instant of rapidly plummeting from an unknown height above the sea, he felt the howling wind.

Looking down, one sees an endless ocean below, accompanied by countless low or piercing sounds, creating a deep echo like the tides.

"This is...this is going to be a bit troublesome."

He scratched his head.

sigh.

He seemed to be silent for a second, but it was so brief that it was hard to tell, before finally reaching out to embrace Abigail, placing her above him.

And so, the answer to this moment was made.

After all, falling into the sea from such a height would result in a tremendous impact force on the human body upon impact with the water due to gravitational acceleration and the surface tension of the water. This impact force is known as the "water impact effect," similar to the effect of a hard object hitting the ground.

Because water cannot be compressed immediately, the impact generates extremely high pressure, which far exceeds the range that the human body can withstand.

A few seconds later, on the shimmering, deep blue surface of the sea—

‘Bang’ sound.

If someone were to sail on this vast and boundless sea, they would see colors appear in the azure world.

It blooms in the Mediterranean Sea, its red color exceptionally vibrant.

The seawater wasn't particularly cold; it simply allowed Favia to hear the ebb and flow of the waves until she could no longer hear them, until she was unknowingly swept away by the current and drifted to an unknown shore.

……

The dazzling sunlight shone down, and the white waves rolled.

In her dazed state, Favia heard the sound of waves and the voices of a group of people.

"Hey! What the hell? Who is this guy? Why is he passed out here?"

"Any new prisoners arriving today? I haven't heard anything about it..."

The crowd stared at the unknown person lying on the ground, whose entire body was stained with bright red blood.

"Should we notify the higher-ups?"

"...Wait a minute, that Italian priest died inexplicably in prison today, damn it! He was under strict guard, but he died after only two days...I was just wondering how to explain this to the higher-ups, and this guy seems to be the right age, so it's a stroke of luck that we've found someone who can take his place."

"But what if someone from above sends someone to interrogate him?"

"This is no simple matter. This godforsaken place is no place for humans to stay. It's normal to go crazy after a while."

Then, in a daze, Favia felt herself being dressed in a different outfit and carried away by this group of people.

The sound of the waves echoed in my ears again and again.

Sometimes near, sometimes far; sometimes near, sometimes far.

Finally, he realized he had arrived at a place filled with an indescribable smell, which Favia analyzed as a mixture of dampness, mold, and sweat. Upon arriving there, he was simply thrown into the place by the group of people.

"Speaking of which, is this guy really an old man? How come he looks so healthy?"

"Perhaps it's talent."

"Perhaps he was a fallen noble family. After all, didn't His Majesty Napoleon crack down on some nobles before? Maybe this guy was one of them. He couldn't stand it and was preparing to jump into the sea to commit suicide, but ended up drifting here."

For some reason, Favia felt as if she had been thrown down directly, but it was as if someone had acted as a cushion for her, so she didn't feel much pain, although she was still a little confused.

"But this guy is still not awake, what should we do?"

"Damn it, go get a basin of cold water and pour it directly on him."

"Okay... wait, he's awake."

"This is......"

Favia slowly opened his eyes and made a sound, which was weak, perhaps due to exhaustion.

The prison guards exchanged glances upon hearing this. Although they considered the man to be a pitiful person, his voice was gentle, and they could almost feel something very warm in it.

Attracted by the indescribable aura of the silver-haired man before them, the jailers' tone unconsciously softened considerably.

"Ahem, this is the Château d'If prison in Marseille. You're an Italian priest. Well, seeing how tired you are, I'll let you rest for a bit. In short, from now on, you'd better remember your name—"

“Faria.”

213: Both Faria and Favia (5k)

On a small island less than 200 meters long and less than 168 meters wide, there is a prison called Fort If.

Because of the high walls and thick stone of the Fort If, and the turbulent sea outside, it was a place where anyone imprisoned there would have no chance of escape.

Once you descend the underground staircase inside the fortress and step through that rusty iron gate, it's as if you've entered another world—

The room was dark and silent, with only a few weak rays of sunlight filtering through the narrow window cracks, bringing a touch of warmth to the cold space.

The walls were made of rough stones, which felt cold to the touch and smelled damp and musty.

The ground was made of uneven stone slabs, which made a dull echo when stepped on.