Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Hiel expressed his agreement, and just as Qi Huang breathed a sigh of relief, the blue-haired girl continued in a serious tone:

"But even so, you still have to go to school, and school days are very happy."

"If you help me ask for leave, I'll treat you to curry rice tonight, how about that?"

"..." The blue-haired girl swallowed hard, then poured herself a glass of water and took a small sip. "No, I don't like a lazy life."

Qi Huang felt like he'd run into a rock when faced with the stubborn and unyielding Hiel, who, having lost the Holy Scripture and unable to use his power, turned out to be none other than his former subordinate, the disciple of Bei Zhe, who had become the progenitor of the Dead Apostles. How unpredictable life truly was.

The savior girl, who didn't want to go to school but had no choice but to, couldn't help but sigh like this.

However, upon learning of Hierl's past famine, he also felt remorse for the significant losses he had caused to the church.

As survivors of the French Revolution, those who had seen the patriarch of the Dead Apostles had no hope of living a normal life. Having seen the patriarch, they were directly regarded as 'contaminated' by the church, and only contemporary followers were allowed to leave the monastery.

Qi Huang also knew that the church's lower-level agents were suffering heavy losses, with most not surviving for more than two years. Even those who did survive were mentally distorted. So, this was essentially using the victims as cannon fodder...

Moreover, it's truly despicable that the current high-ranking members of the church are actually making deals with the Dead Apostles to obtain secret techniques for prolonging their lives, especially that Cardinal Mario.

Qi Huang felt that the best thing he had done in the church in the past two years was to stop some of the church's higher-ups from plotting to use Xier to eliminate Bei Zhe and obtain his weapons. After all, Bei Zhe was a person of high moral character, and he couldn't let these guys kill him.

If it had happened when she was in control of the church, would the French Incident have occurred?

Those damned gangsters are here to stay.

Killing all the Ancestors of the Dead Apostles, all the True Ancestors, and all the Imaginary Species remaining in the mortal realm would be a piece of cake...

Oh no, no, we can't think like that now. We need peace. Everyone living in this world is recognized as a 'human being' by me and the adults. We need to protect them, including vampires.

"So, if I had continued like this... maybe you wouldn't have gone through this, and you people would have lived a peaceful and uneventful life."

As she approached the door, the black-haired girl, who was about to go to school, murmured in a low voice. Then, as if sensing something, she turned her head to look in the direction of America.

...That filthy, disgusting bug wasn't quite dead yet. They really fooled me well back then, huh...

"what happened?"

"What she's looking at?" Hier asked.

"Ignorance is no crime, nor is knowing without power. However, having power but doing nothing is an undeniable sin."

The savior girl answered in this way, and this was the first time that Hier had seen a smile in this child that was comparable to the glory of the Lord.

"There's a guy who should have gone to hell long ago who's still alive. I've actually caught him. This time, I'm going to make you wish you were dead."

"What hell? Go to school."

".......yes."

167: Words to You

A gentle breeze was blowing around Mount Etna.

It was a wind blowing from the nearby port, carrying a faint scent of dampness.

Thousands of years later, this area is now home to approximately 700,000 people. The fertile soil formed by volcanic ash deposited by volcanic eruptions has made the region densely populated and economically prosperous.

The scorching winds blowing from afar echoed from the endless volcanoes, stirring up sounds that resembled mournful cries.

Under the intense sunlight, many travelers camping on the volcano saw two people slowly approaching from below.

A man holding hands with a young girl walked slowly down the mountain. Right in the middle of the camping group, the camp leader came out of his tent and handed out full water bottles to the unknown travelers who had come to this place just like them.

"You must be a little tired. Please take care of this."

"Thank you."

The travel-worn man wasn't shy at all. After politely thanking him, he drank the entire two-liter water jug ​​in one go, as did the girl with him.

The two men's spirit was like that of someone who had drunk strong liquor, leaving the people resting at the camp speechless.

Moreover, right next to the beautiful young woman, the man seemed to see the surging sunlight transform into soft moonlight, bathing his snow-white hair in its gentle glow.

Regardless of magic or mystery, simply standing there naturally brought warmth to everyone present.

Therefore, everyone in the camp, regardless of gender, had a premonition that they would get along very well with him, to the point that they completely ignored the girl.

"Are you two also here for travel?"

"Well, sort of. I mainly came to pick someone up."

"Are they friends who team up with?"

“It’s my lover,” the man said. “Thank you for your help. We’ve rested enough and are ready to move on.”

"Yes, yes, that's right."

The girl nodded, and upon hearing his last words, a soft and warm feeling filled her heart.

"Haha, I see. Well then, I won't bother you any longer."

The captain of the expedition laughed, for he too had developed a liking for the unknown man.

He waved and said, "Good luck, goodbye to you both, and wish you happiness."

Novia and Melusin continued their journey across the vast, scorching lands, their figures remaining hidden by magic, undetectable by modern technology.

As dusk begins to fall, the outline of the volcano's summit comes into view, like an inextinguishable flame illuminating everything.

"Hey, Novia, are you going to jump right in from here?"

Although Melusin wasn't worried about the temperature, she was mainly concerned that it might cause some damage to Novia beside her.

Novia nodded slightly, watching as the molten lava relentlessly pounded against the crimson sea of ​​fire, carrying a distant rhythm that had never ceased since that day.

For some reason, unlike thousands of years ago, the volcano, which originally had several passages, is now sealed off, leaving only the very top...

This was probably something Tiphon did later on.

"I'll have to trouble you to stop the volcano from erupting in a moment. Please make sure there are no casualties, Melusin."

Since Novia arrived at Mount Etna, she has learned from Melusin that one of the world's most active volcanoes has become active again because of her arrival. Perhaps Typhon sensed Albion's presence and issued a warning out of some kind of territorial consciousness.

Indeed, upon arriving here, Novia felt the same vibrant energy as it had a thousand years ago.

"Okay, that's perfectly fine!"

Then, the Primal Rune appeared beside Novia, and she jumped directly into the crater.

At first, after quickly crossing the orange-red lava, he arrived at the location of the blood-red lava. The blood-red lava was rolling and flowing like liquid flames, emitting a dazzling light.

At first, there was only a faint glimmer of light. Then, in the crimson molten lava, bubbles rose and burst, emitting a soft hissing sound. At the same time, the sound of the lava boiling could be heard, a deep and powerful roar that sounded like the fury of some creature.

"Get out of here, Albion!"

Accompanied by a violent roar, amidst a tremor that seemed to shake the heavens and earth, endless lightning erupted from it.

Did they think I was an incarnation of Albion?

Just as Novia was thinking this, the endless bolts of lightning vanished the moment they touched Rune, and the volcano, which was about to erupt, returned to calm.

So, finally, he saw her.

Deep within the volcano, in the secret realm of lava, she stood there, her entire body covered in black that looked like countless black snakes writhing.

Red hair spread out in the crimson lava, and eyes, one gold and one black, seemed to contain both light and darkness.

Just like when we first met.

"You...it really is you..."

Typhon looked down at the crimson lava, and at his and Novia's reflections within it.

"Yes, I'm here, Typhon."

The girl raised her head and met those unchanging eyes, the depth of which made her heart skip a beat.

The unease or fear swirling in my mind gradually disappeared like an illusion.

Because if you say it, it will definitely come true. No matter how impossible it seems at first glance, it will miraculously come true.

Typhon believed this wholeheartedly, and sincerely thought it to be so, as if it were a self-evident truth.

There are no miracles in this world, only inevitability and chance, and how the speaker acts. Sometimes actions become inevitable, and then overlap with chance, making dreams come true. One thing is certain—nothing will happen without desire.

She took a breath naturally and unconsciously raised her hands, clasping them tightly in front of her chest.

Then, Novia and Typhon silently began to look at each other.

After all, it's been a thousand years since we last met, so there must be a lot to say.

However, the two of them just stared at each other silently.

However, this is actually sufficient.

There's no need to do anything deliberately.

For Typhon, being able to stay with Avia like this brings him peace of mind.

That's the same as before... That being said, that being said.

Since that day we parted, the world has continued on as before, just as if nothing had ever changed.

In the beginning, Typhon would stand atop the volcano, basking in the warm sunshine, reminiscing about the past, accepting everything, and preparing himself... crying and laughing, accompanied by the quiet cycle of the seasons.

The days of waiting passed by so serenely, almost imperceptibly, bathed in the tranquil sound of the tide and the dazzling sunlight.

Beyond that distant memory, forever and ever.

Suddenly, I realized that, without realizing it, when I looked up at the sky, the vast, blue expanse, the unchanging heavens, though not so distant, sometimes stirred up melancholy thoughts. When will I ever meet you again...?

The scent of the sun and the tide carried an indescribable warmth, reminding me how long that day had quietly passed.

Another day has passed since you left, and my longing for you only grows stronger.

When Typhon deeply sensed this, he would curl up helplessly and begin to cry.

I'm getting no response anymore, so it's painful.

I wanted to do even more, to help even more, and I was supposed to do everything properly, but I hadn't even had a chance to start yet.

Even though the red-haired girl knew she was completely free and the volcano that had sealed her away had lost its effect, she still refused to leave and flew towards a place that was both vast and distant, wanting to stay there.

Because I can go anywhere, which also means there's nowhere to stay, nowhere I want to go, and nowhere to go back to...

Although I don't know when I'll be able to see you again, I still want to see you together again. If possible, please don't leave me alone again.

Just as Typhon was about to say these words—

"—Typhon Ephmelos."

His call made Typhon swallow her words. She took a breath, her breathing stopped, and she clasped her hands tightly to her chest, pressing her lips together as she waited.

For some reason, Typhon knew that Avia was about to say something very unusual.

Novia still had something to do.

Having kept Typhon waiting for so long, I still have some things to say.

"You know what, Typhon? I'm good at chasing people, but I'm also good at finding them."

The silver-haired youth slowly took a step forward, and beneath his feet, only the red lava rippled as he moved forward.

"That's why—"

Novia looked into the red-haired girl's golden and dark eyes without any distance or disgust, and smiled as before: "I've come."

“I’ve come to find you, to take you away. I want you by my side, to spend the rest of my life with me, forever.”

The red-haired girl said nothing, only staring wide-open her golden and dark eyes.

She couldn't express herself in words, couldn't describe her feelings.

Because I feel the same way, I also hope to be with you forever... always.

Even though we received a response a thousand years ago, we are still overjoyed.

So, as if driven by this emotion, the red-haired girl moved before she could even speak or think.

Now, the two sides are only a short distance apart, less than a step. Typhon stepped into that distance and reduced it to zero.

Typhon reached out and grabbed Novia's shoulder, as if to prevent him from escaping, and stood on tiptoe, aiming at the location of those lips—