Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Novia noticed a thin layer of snow on her head, presumably because he had been inside and hadn't come out. She didn't want to disturb him, so she waited for him to come out.

So he tried to reach out and brush it away, but Attila himself reached out and grabbed his hand without expression.

"Don't you think snow is wonderful? Because it buries other colors, even the world itself. If this heavy snow could fall all over the world, falling endlessly..."

The brown-skinned girl stared intently into his deep blue, ocean-like eyes, then paused.

"In that case, you and I might be able to save the effort of killing them in the future."

"Attila, you're still the same as always. You always think this way. Although this method is sometimes effective, no matter how thoroughly you kill something, it only hides the real problem from view. It doesn't really solve the problem."

Avia sighed. Having been here for many years, he felt that the headquarters of the Holy Church in the Western Roman Empire had become extremely rigid for some reason.

Since 300 AD, although there have been ecumenical councils, the ruling headquarters have directly ignored believers with innovative ideas about doctrine and sentenced them to death as heretics. Any heretics are regarded as non-human. Now, a hundred years later, there is even a trend that children of parents who are not Christians cannot become true Christians and are considered inferior believers.

Or perhaps they are considered the same kind as the Dead Apostles... However, compared to the first century AD, the Dead Apostles of today can be considered endangered species, since the Church now practices the extermination of all vampires, burning the entire territory to the ground, and treating them with absolute annihilation.

Even members of the religious royal family were treated this way. Over time, this naturally led to discord between the church and the empire. That's why, after the death of the previous Roman emperor, the church and the royal family completely broke ties over the issue of succession, and the two princes supported by both sides split the vast Roman Empire.

This unfolded as a scenario envisioned by the founding emperor of a later Eastern dynasty, where the world was divided in half.

"I don't like the name Attila. I prefer a name that sounds cuter, Avia. You know a lot, and most of what I've learned is from you, so Avia, please give me a name."

When Avia saw the girl's expressionless face but extremely serious tone, he couldn't help but smile. He then reached out his other hand, which was not being held, to brush the snow off the girl's head. This time, the white-haired girl did not resist, but silently accepted it, continuing to stare at him intently with her blood-red pupils.

The snow melted silently at the warmth of my hand.

"Here we go again?"

090: Slay the dragon, bathe in blood, fight the king

As for Avia, who came to this era, although she did not know what era it was before she came, she was quite familiar with the girl in front of her.

A white-haired, brown-haired girl, the Scourge of God, Attila the Hun.

Its true identity is the giant "Sephalus," a star vanguard that burned almost all civilizations on Earth more than 02 years ago. It disintegrated into a pile of dirt in the Sahara Desert, and its buried brain, which served as the terminal, or rather, left behind a backup of what was equivalent to the core.

More than 13,000 years ago, in the final moments before the planet faced destruction.

The Primordial Holy Sword, which wielded the strongest fantasy 'Holy Sword' that emerged after the planet forged people's sorrowful wishes, pierced through the giant god. Even though Sephalu possessed a body more resilient than any mineral on Earth and bones capable of withstanding the heat of a star, he could not withstand the blow of this strongest fantasy.

Ultimately, the pseudo-spiritual particles absorbed by Sefalu's clone from Earth fell like fine snowflakes, leading to his defeat. This also resulted in the main body, which was eroding the lunar spirit crystal on the moon, being unable to move for several minutes.

Therefore, the Moon Spirit Crystal on the Moon side suffered a crushing defeat. Taking advantage of this opportunity, it created an isolation space inside, surrounding and sealing the main body of the Planetary Vanguard with an unknown domain.

In addition, the Moon Crystal left behind a final counterattack in the universe—sealing off the routes and coordinates to the solar system.

The Moon Crystal launched an extremely powerful interference against the entire Milky Way galaxy, and continued to use counterattacks to obscure the surveillance of the wandering stars for thirteen thousand years.

"That's right, I am Attila. Don't call me Attila anymore, it's not a cute name at all."

With her back to the world of swirling snowflakes, the girl's expression remained serious, but her blood-red eyes, half-hidden in shadow against the backlight, narrowed slightly, clearly because hearing that name had slightly improved her mood.

At first, Attila didn't have any particular feelings about learning from the elders that Avia was only two years older than him.

The elders of the Huns said that Attila existed only for fighting.

He has no father or mother and exists as a descendant of the Hunnic people.

Indeed, the white-haired girl had no memories of either her father or mother; she had neither family nor friends.

In this world, there are only enemies to fight, as indicated by the battle markings that the body possesses from the moment it awakens.

Fighting relentlessly was Attila's nature and her duty; she was destined to make the most of her abilities, and she never questioned this.

However, Avia, who could never defeat him but always managed to win by sheer luck using some mysterious illusion magic, began to pay a little attention to the person who kept repeating the same unchanging words to him after each victory.

"Killing is a matter of course. That's what so-called warriors are like. They kill and kill and kill everywhere, burning and looting, defeating and destroying the enemy."

Attila, I won't deny your nature; you're simply focused on wielding your blade and continuing the killing, because I sometimes do the same. But I just want you to understand what the meaning of battle truly is for you.

And you are not alone; you have family, not just your family as a present-day Hun, but your true family, who are in heaven.”

When gazing at the starry sky alone at night, trembling with loneliness, the girl would always think of this phrase, as if her family were truly on the other side of the heavens.

In fact, what Avia said was not a lie.

Attila himself was one of the people whose civilization was corrupted by the planet Yusei. He was a member of the royal family on his original planet. He was transformed into a vanguard because Yusei took a liking to him. The reason why he initially spared the existence that the Hero King Gilgamesh called "father" may have been because he wanted to transform him into a new vanguard.

The wandering star launched three starships into the solar system. Attila's number was Wilpa 02. She had an older brother numbered 01 and a younger sister numbered 03.

However, Earth was not their primary target. Perhaps there were other civilizations in the solar system at the time, so they went off to conquer those other civilizations.

Perhaps it was because of this unique feeling that Attila began to pay some attention and ponder his own meaning beyond fighting.

So when the tribe and the Western Roman Empire reached an agreement to exchange hostages, the girl took the lead and stepped forward.

I want to see if I can experience the way of life that Avia described, other than killing. Can I travel as a free traveler on horseback, or unintentionally cultivate the land, grow wheat, or hunt beasts and birds, just like the people I've seen?

Unfortunately, life as a hostage in the Western Roman Empire was very different from what she had imagined. Not only was her travel restricted, but she was also forced to attend classes taught by Roman court teachers and to learn about church doctrines.

If it weren't for Avia's persuasion, she would have destroyed them all long ago, since the only god she was interested in was the war god 'Mars'.

From the moment she began learning languages, young Attila recalled the concept of a 'god of war,' inquiring with the elders and learning that there was a god of war in the west named Mars. Holding a sword that resembled a rainbow, she said:

“Then my sword will be the Sword of Mars, that’s what I want to name it.”

Perhaps it was because during the time of Sefarlu, she was satisfied that this primordial war god was able to inflict some damage on her.

"Speaking of which, Avia, where have you been? You told me not to wander off, but you left me behind. You've been lying to me a lot since we came to Rome."

Just as Avia was about to pass Attila and continue walking, the girl suddenly reached out and stopped him. Her eyes, which had been squinting a few seconds earlier, were now open and she looked extremely serious.

"Haven't I been here with you all this time?"

Seeing her reaction, Avia deliberately raised one eyebrow and smiled with interest.

Faced with the silver-haired youth's perfunctory attitude, Attila, who had already seen through his illusion, quietly shook his head and continued in a calm tone:

“That’s not what I meant. It’s okay if you don’t come with me. I just wanted to give you my sword, Mars, so that nothing happens to you, since you can’t beat me.”

"...Don't worry, I'll be back soon. Besides, I'm only slightly weaker than you in terms of strength, and if you add illusion magic, I'll keep winning."

"Then you still can't beat me fair and square, not to mention your illusions no longer work on me... So what are you going out to do?"

Avia turned around, revealing a gentle smile that matched the atmosphere.

"In that case, I will go and kill the dragon, bathe in its blood, and then defeat you fair and square."

091: The Name of Siegfried

In a city not far from the Rhine, night slowly falls on the road. The rain has just stopped, and the sky and the earth have switched places. Looking up, the sky is dark and the ground is shrouded in darkness, while the ground is adorned with starlight.

As night fell, people rushed home, their bodies weary but their faces filled with anticipation for tomorrow. Some even burst into hearty laughter amidst their lively discussions.

Perhaps because this is a remote area, or perhaps because no heretics were found, it all looked harmonious.

After the Common Era, the dragons in the present world mainly appeared due to the influence of dragon factors remaining on the surface after the end of the Age of Gods.

In the Nordic region, or within the realm of legends, there is a specific phenomenon that can transform non-dragon creatures into dragons.

Its concept is defined as—the phenomenon of dragons caused by greed that exceeds limits, which can turn any creature into a Fafnir.

In the Type-Moon universe, Fafnir is not a single dragon, but a phenomenon of evil dragons, a conceptual general term.

And this is also Avia's main goal now that she and Attila have come to the Western Roman Empire: to see if they can find the evil dragon Fafnir, kill her, bathe in her blood, and make her current body 'invincible' in this era when the mystic world is weaker than it was in the first century.

Regardless, although Avia hasn't figured out how to properly handle the current problems of the Holy Church, he understands that improving his own strength is always a good thing.

After all, Avia had already prepared for the worst in her heart. Sincere feelings expressed in words are unlikely to change the minds of those who have long held firm to their beliefs. Thinking about it in one's heart and praying incessantly cannot change the world or this reality. The more decay exists, the easier it is to ignore its essence.

As for becoming pope again? Based on Avia's feelings in recent years, this would undoubtedly be extremely difficult, especially considering his identity as a 'Hungarian'.

Because the 'Grand Council' has a vertical structure that makes it impossible to raise objections to innovative ideas and to resist those in power, even the original reformists have begun to switch sides. No matter how absurd their ideas are, as the person with the most influence, they can gain the approval of the majority.

After all, the party that imposes unreasonable rules and harms people will not care about the people who are harmed because of those unreasonable rules.

Therefore, what can bring about truly new change is action that brings blood.

"...Only bloodshed can bring about change."

The silver-haired boy lay in the forest, looking up at the sky. The evening breeze rustled the leaves, making a soft, rustling sound, and slowly, the chirping of unknown insects also began to emerge.

Although the sky was faintly illuminated by the moonlight, there were no stars in sight, making it appear quite empty.

Aside from killing Fafnir and bathing in her blood, in this era, Avia could also utilize a device left behind by the ancient giants, located in the ruins of the giants.

In his youth, Charlemagne traveled extensively and eventually arrived there with Artorius, one of the Twelve Knights. There, he came into contact with the stone carvings and learned of Attila's loneliness. He then regarded her as a sister and realized that he himself was destined to unify Western Europe.

Undoubtedly, obtaining the relics left behind by the giant god who virtually wiped out all the pantheons of the Age of Gods is of utmost value.

But Avia worries that if someone were to access these relics while Attila was alive, it might have some impact on the present-day Attila...

Therefore, he abandoned the idea.

Although the two are currently only fourteen and twelve years old, Avia always feels as if she is a teacher to Attila.

After all, he was mainly taught by the elders when he was in the Hunnic tribe, but the girl still came to see him from time to time, perhaps because his words could alleviate her loneliness to some extent.

However, this is also because Avia is the only person in the Hunnic tribe of her age group who can defeat her, which is why the white-haired girl can obey her.

After arriving in the Western Roman Empire three months ago, Attila, whose expectations were dashed, would go to class every day, but upon returning home, she would repeat the lessons to Avia and then have him repeat them to her before she felt she had truly learned them.

Avia thought this was quite good, and hoped that the Planetary Vanguard on the moon would be a little happier about the memories she had gained on the surface.

"Oh? Are you one of those people who travel around like us? It's so late, it's not comfortable to stay in the forest."

Avia picked up a bright green leaf from the water; it was one of several leaves floating on the river beside him.

He then got up, turned around, and handed it to the young man who was walking over.

He wasn't worried at all about whether they were bandits coming to cause him trouble, because normal bandits wouldn't swagger over like that.

"Although I don't have anything good, I'll give you this. It's a gift from nature."

"I'm sorry, I was presumptuous, but I really like this gift."

The person who spoke apologetically was a young man with silver hair, just like Avia. Apologies flashed in his translucent green eyes. It is worth mentioning that there were many untreated abrasions on his face.

He took the leaf from Avia, holding it carefully in both hands as if it were a precious gem, and looked as if he was racking his brains to squeeze out the words.

"It's just a leaf, you can find it anywhere, I was just joking."

"That's true, but this leaf symbolizes our first meeting, and you didn't seem displeased with my rudeness, and even gave me a gift... Therefore, I think my premonition was right. You are not only a fellow traveler on the road, but also a person who shines with justice."

The young man, whose face was covered in scratches, spoke very humbly and gently. He said that this was the first time he had ever met such a person. This person's eyes were different from those of everyone he had ever met before. Those azure eyes seemed to be as calm as the deep blue sea, no matter the season or time of year, when you looked closely.

It is not a terrifying, all-consuming wave, but rather a gentle wave that embraces everything.

So to be honest, the humble young man was both surprised and delighted that he had met such a person.

"Really? My name is Avia. What's your name?"

It has to be said that this person's words and attitude made Avia even more certain of her suspicions.

The young man put the leaf in his pocket, then smiled and nodded.

"Hello, Avia, my name is Siegfried."

092: The sun never rises, for this is the loneliness of emptiness.

"Avia, so he's a Hun."

The sky was like a deep blue ribbon, adorned with dazzling stars.

A bright moon quietly rose, casting its soft light and draping the earth in a silvery glow. On this rainy night, the campfire that suddenly appeared in the forest became the most eye-catching feature.

In fact, Siegfried had heard of the Huns; they were called barbarians by the people of the empire and avoided towns, saying they were just netted graves.

Moreover, they lived a very rough life, eating half-cooked meat and gnawing on wild grass roots, regardless of what kind of animal the meat came from. The way to heat up food was to put the meat between the thigh and the horse's back to warm it.

The mobile and dispersed nature of their lifestyle fostered a free and unrestrained national character in the Huns.

The Roman historian Marcellinus, who died in 395 AD, made this assessment: