Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

He was completely unaware of how terrifying he was at that moment, and was even smiling.

In the eyes of everyone present, shrouded in darkness, he walked forward slowly, holding a whip that could slaughter lives.

In that instant, time vanished.

The Clock Tower prides itself on being the pinnacle of contemporary magicians, yet he did nothing.

As they walked by, they watched over, and it was neither a demonic eye nor an evil eye; it was simply the difference in strength that crushed everything the fairy girl had.

It felt as if my entire body had been crushed in one go; my breathing stopped, and my blood flow ceased.

Every cell was as still as if it had been made of stone from the very beginning.

Even Machiri and the hunters were completely unable to move.

As Barthelo drew near, Bavan Shi felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his whole body felt like it was on fire.

Do you regret it? A little.

Is it painful? A little.

Although I felt all sorts of painful emotions, I never gave up on this idea.

Sometimes she wondered if Favia had actually been watching her all along.

He deliberately doesn't come out, even though he's there, so that she's free to do what she wants.

Because that fairy named Bawan Xi used to be a silly person who was bullied and took it for granted that she should listen to others.

"—France, Vie, Asia..."

After the clouds that covered the sky dissipated, the lush greenery began to bask in the sunlight and breathe in the fresh air.

Why do I imagine a scene where we walk together under an umbrella in early spring?

Feelings are truly wondrous.

No matter how much I think about it, no matter how much time we spend together, I still can't understand what I'm thinking.

However, I have a strange confidence when we look at the vibrant, rainbow-like scenery in the distance together.

Although, this world is no longer beautiful at all.

Without you, spring will probably never come again.

Even so—

Because you want me to live well in this world.

As long as I remember, I will feel that you are still by my side.

I firmly believe that you are indeed here, there are traces of where we lived together, a particularly fragrant smell, a particularly warm and gentle feeling.

Every day is filled with happiness. I am surrounded by beauty that I have never seen before, and you must be by my side.

Thank you, the most important person in my life.

Goodbye, the most important person to me.

"Did I do it...?"

"--Um?"

For some reason, Barthelon's whip seemed to be momentarily confused as he sensed a powerful magical force emanating from the Spirit Tomb.

Immediately following was a barrage of magical attacks. The impact of the two attacks was powerful enough to collapse an ordinary city wall, and it burst forth with a dazzling light, so beautiful and so dazzling.

In that instant, in Bavan Shi's eyes, the light expanded in all directions, like ripples created when a small stone is thrown into water.

The light filled my entire field of vision in the blink of an eye; although I had never seen it before, it felt somewhat familiar.

At this moment, the fairy girl's vision was filled with light, turning into a pure white expanse.

This made her close her eyes, and she could no longer see anything in the spirit tomb.

Suddenly, a pair of familiar hands lifted her up, and a surge of joy and happiness made Bawan Shi open her eyes.

Through the dazzling sunlight streaming in from somewhere in the cemetery, Bawan Xi saw that familiar face.

Bawan Xi paused for a moment, nervously clutching the hem of his clothes, carefully examining his face, yet he hesitated to speak.

Even though it had been three years since we last met, the brilliance in his eyes was just as dazzling as the azure ocean.

There seem to be some changes, yet there seem to be none. Maybe I've grown a little taller, maybe my hair has grown a little longer, maybe... there are so many possibilities, and there might be things I haven't noticed yet...

“Bavan Shi,” Favia smiled and said softly, “Long time no see.”

"Ah."

She gazed intently at him, whom she hadn't seen in so long, and nodded vigorously.

Despite feeling so excited and happy inside, and despite telling myself many times to calm down, I still felt like crying for some reason.

So the long-lost fairy girl, with tears in her eyes, smiled at the silver-haired youth before her:

"Long time no see, Favia."

“Favier? Another unknown magician?” Barthemello cracked his whip. “There are so many. El-Melloi’s intelligence gathering is really terrible. Oh well, they’re all the same, all rude scoundrels.”

Then, a fiery hatred and rage ignited in Barthelon's emerald eyes, and he continued:

"Are you ready to die, you rude bastard?"

"These are exactly the words I wanted to say to you, Lord Barthezmello."

Favia settled Bavan Shi aside and took a step forward toward Barthemello.

Amidst the surging magical power within the spirit tomb, a terrifying force was compressing the entire void.

In that instant, Barthezello's tyrannical smile froze on his face.

“I am convinced that today is a good day for death, and for you, Barthemello.”

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228: I'm going to take them away today (5k)

Heaven and earth seemed to lose their meaning in that instant, just like the destruction brought down from the sky by death.

It was as if boundless magic was being drawn up, squeezing the entire void.

Even within the spirit tomb, the magical power was unusual; its quantity was naturally significant, and its quality was completely different.

Bartheson could clearly sense that this was the closest thing to true ether magic in the modern world. In terms of sheer scale, it was far larger than the more than one hundred layers of magic circuits that the Association had built up to date, and it also contained a mysterious concentration of equal or greater.

Even numerical descriptions cannot fully capture the extent of the damage. Bartholomew's body, which should have been protected by a magical artifact, emitted noticeable sounds, and even his soul trembled.

Then, the sheer scale of pure mystery, so incredible, grew as Favia drew near that Barthemello was terrified.

The usually arrogant man took a step back, drenched in sweat, breathing heavily, and almost unable to stand.

"What you are doing is a provocation against the dignity of the entire Clock Tower! You will be hunted down!"

Despite the pressure of the magic, Barthez forced himself to remain calm, as the surging magic seemed to rip off his short orange hair.

"Really? But I'm taking them away today, can you stop me?"

Although Favia didn't know where this power came from in the spirit tomb, since it was providing him with power, he simply used it.

In an instant, it seemed as if all the sounds in the spirit tomb had disappeared, and the silver-haired youth's vision was filled with light, giving him the feeling of embracing the entire spirit tomb.

Faced with the panicked Barthez, Favia used the simplest of methods to stop his resistance.

That 'power' instantly transformed into a pitch-black solid object, standing there.

On the smooth surface, several rays of light flowed along the texture, like some kind of creature, the beauty of the texture resembling a magic circuit.

"Qizhi——"

A recitation imbued with a certain majesty resounded throughout the area.

"Let heaven and earth lose their meaning in this instant."

It was a phantom of a colossal beast whose wingspan was once enough to blot out the heavens and earth. Even though it was no longer as grand as before, it was like a black hole born from the earth, flying towards the monarch Barthezmello ahead. Color and sound disappeared, leaving only nothingness and the lingering fragrance of myth.

"You rude scoundrel—"

Barthezmero's words stopped there.

The power of the Spirit Tomb, just like it had been at the Grand Council many years ago, devoured Barthemello.

"Goodbye."

A few seconds later, the response from the tomb itself vanished as if it had never happened.

In the tomb, only the sound of people breathing remained in this brief yet seemingly endless silence.

Those who came to rescue Paracelsus stared in disbelief at the sudden and dramatic change that had occurred in the blink of an eye.

I can hardly believe what I'm seeing.

Barthezmello, just like that, died?

This pinnacle of contemporary magic, which the Clock Tower is proud of, thus came to an end in the necropolis, the Clock Tower's headquarters.

Or is this some kind of illusion? Is Barthez actually alive?

Or is it true?

Bavan Shi, the hunters, Machiri, Paracelsus, and even the newly arrived forensic personnel all stood frozen in place.

Although I couldn't understand it, all I felt was a sense of astonishment and shock.

Favia stood before Paracelsus and freed him from the clock tower's restraints.

"Let's go, let's leave London together."

The silver-haired youth sighed, turned, and left.

As he and his entourage left, even the law enforcement personnel who arrived shortly after made way for them.

For the personnel of the Legal Affairs Department, the rescue of Paracelsus was not big news. After all, in their view, he was not even a designated sealer. The most important thing was the news that Barthemello was dead.

At the same time, their first reaction was not shock, but absurdity.

After all, he was one of the three great noble families, the pinnacle of contemporary magicians, and the monarch of the Department of Law and Politics...

Although they were extremely surprised, the legal and political staff still reported it to the higher authorities to see how the various monarchs would react.

Subsequently, upon learning of the death of the monarch of Barthemello, the Grand Council inside the Clock Tower was urgently convened.

"According to confirmed intelligence, Barthemello is dead, and Paracelsus was successfully rescued by a magician named Favia."

About twenty minutes later, during the emergency meeting of the Grand Masters, Lord Balyeleta, one of the three great nobles, finished his report and quietly awaited a response.

In the silence, everyone nodded silently.

On his opposite side, the monarch of El-Melloi lowered his head, seemingly deep in thought.

"So, who do you think should be held responsible for this accident? This time it's not like last time, there were too many people who witnessed it."

Baruyeletta asked the question, and as the leader of the aristocratic faction who had suffered the greatest loss to date, his words were half the opinion of the monarch.

Lord El-Melloi, finding it amusing, raised his chin.

"Oh, responsibility. I'm also curious whose responsibility this is."

"Hmph, Paracelsus is one of your El-Melloi's men, isn't he? Not only did he cause the mysterious leak, but he also colluded with outsiders to undermine the very foundation of the Clock Tower. Does El-Melloi intend to betray the entire Clock Tower...?"

Baruyeletta made no attempt to hide his hostility, growing increasingly agitated as he spoke, while Elmello, whom he was glaring at, shrugged.

“Oh dear, Paracelsus was indeed previously under El-Melloi’s control, but to conclude that we are accomplices based solely on that is far-fetched. Basically, I agreed to the request to capture Paracelsus, and besides, why did Barthezmello personally guard him when he was clearly just an insignificant prisoner? Why didn’t he tell us? Was he trying to extract some information from him that would be beneficial to you?”

The pace of the meeting accelerated further. In order to present the advantages and disadvantages on the spot, the invisible scales tilted frequently and continuously, swaying without stopping for a moment... but in the end, they would only return to balance.

In fact, there were several factions within the three noble families and within El-Melloi themselves regarding this matter.

Some monarchs have directly demanded that the Observatory Calion issue and dispatch the Sealing Designation Bureau's Sealing Designation Enforcers to carry out the Sealing Designation actions.

Some monarchs, however, felt this wouldn't work. Barthez was already dead, and in the Spirit Tomb no less. The Sealing Designation Bureau was probably just sending them to their deaths.

Some monarchs, however, felt that... they had to make some kind of gesture, otherwise they would lose all face if they did what the church did hundreds of years ago.

Many monarchs remained silent.