Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

"No matter what, thank you for not giving up on me."

.......

At this moment, inside the Xueyuan City Police Station.

"It's really hard to believe you'd actually come here..."

Orlando Reeves, the sheriff of Snowfield City, looked at his servant with considerable surprise.

The False Magician, Alexandre Dumas.

"Oh dear, I didn't want to either, after all, I'm quite weak." Dumas sighed and took a sip of water. "The reason I did that was because I had no choice. I had to focus on the Holy Grail War. I finally managed to form an alliance with Charlemagne—no, since he calls himself Charlemagne, I just went along with his request. I thought victory was just around the corner."

Although the director thought it would probably be just another frivolous remark, it was true that magicians could occasionally reveal important information, so the director decided not to have too high expectations and wait for the other party to speak.

"So why now—"

Before the bureau chief could finish speaking, Alexandre Dumas shook his chair violently, a self-deprecating expression on his face, and said:

"Hey buddy, I'm serious, why don't we surrender? There's no chance of winning no matter how you look at it. I can't even get past that lightning."

"......Yeah."

"Director, I'm not joking. Although I am the one who creates heroes, I don't have the power to compare with great figures who are close to gods."

"You've already decided that he's Novia, the founder of the church, but can a ritual of this magnitude really summon him? And from the perspective of the magic world, Novia shouldn't be in a world where the Age of Gods has vanished. Logically speaking, she shouldn't be comparable to the heroes of the Age of Gods."

"Hey buddy, things aren't that simple."

Then Alexandre Dumas gave his master a bitter smile mixed with pity.

"Those new to magic might think that way, but according to the facts, Novia was born on the same day Jesus ascended to heaven and died. And ultimately, Jesus, as the savior preached by the Church, is not just a simple matter of faith."

Moreover, brother, Novia is not just the founder of the church. On the British island, where the secrets are difficult to divulge and the world is sealed off, the 'Clock Tower,' one of the magic strongholds today, relies on the relics he left behind in the Roman Empire.

The void beneath London is enormous, and it seems that the mysteriously abundant flesh and blood were used by Emperor Nero at his behest. In other words, the mystery surrounding the clock tower is due to him.

At this point, Dumas paused for a moment, then spoke in a rather somber tone, as if deliberately addressing the bureau chief.

"Hey bro, do you know what Novia was called in our time? Maybe he's still called that now."

"The Holy One, that must be it."

"No, it is the Holy Spirit."

This statement carried significant weight; though it was just a single sentence, it was enough to render the bureau chief speechless.

If he truly is one of the Trinity, how could there possibly be any possibility of victory against him?

"But if that's truly the case, why would they participate in the Holy Grail War?"

The bureau chief questioned Alexandre Dumas, who spoke in a pretentious manner.

"Who knows? It's just speculation. Some people even say that the Hunnic King Avia and he are actually the same person. But don't spread that around. El-Melloi and his gang don't believe that the two are the same person. After all, it's no exaggeration to say that the Association and the Church are essentially blood enemies."

As he spoke, Dumas seemed to remember something and continued:

You know The Count of Monte Cristo, right?

"Yes, those are characters from your novels."

“No, no, no.” Dumas shook his head. “Edmond Dantès was a real person, and I was merely the writer. But what I really meant was whether Novia was the Holy Spirit, just like Edmond the Count of Monte Cristo.”

"...I don't understand? You can put it simply, or stop beating around the bush. There's only the two of us here, there's no need for this."

"The Christ the Redeemer is literally the Christ the Redeemer, yes, Christ."

180: Altruic (4k5)

In the heart of the snowfield city, beneath that building, a gentle breeze was blowing.

It was a wind blowing from the thunderclouds overhead, carrying a faint, natural scent.

"Sir, are we really going to have to wait here forever? It's almost evening..."

Kyoko peered through the gap in the fabric covering her face at Kurohime, who was nonchalantly drinking tomato juice.

Altrouge turned her head, looked at her sharply, and said:

"It's difficult for me to go up. Those lightning bolts and such have a restraining effect on the Dead Apostle bloodline in my body, so I'll just wait here. There's no need to rush."

After saying that, Eltrauge glanced at the thunderclouds overhead, then looked around at the leisurely crowd who seemed completely unaware of what had happened.

This doesn't mean the people here are overly optimistic, but rather that there are subtle hints throughout the city, suggesting that the city itself was specifically created for the Holy Grail War.

The layout of public facilities and roads, the advertising signs and roadside trees, etc., are all decorated with magic tricks that ordinary magicians would only think are simple markings at first glance.

Or color schemes in scientific fields that may induce specific psychological effects, which only activate when many elements overlap, deeply influencing the mind and body of residents.

To accurately measure the implications generated by combining magic and non-magical elements, it is necessary to gather magicians with excellent observation skills and people like El-Melloi II in the presence of them.

This was enough to deceive the many magicians passing by on their travels, the many sociologists who had doubts about the city's rapid development, and even more so, the residents who actually settled here and were living their lives there.

Essentially, the city called Snowfield and everything within it are sacrifices offered to the false Holy Grail.

However, now, there are no hints at all here.

According to Altrouge, the reason why the terrifying lightning could not be seen and why it was unaffected by the interaction between Servants was Avia's doing.

"Yes, is that so?"

"Of course, Dead Apostles are always the target of most people, no matter what era. Although there are Dead Apostles that have continued since the Age of Gods, they would still be targeted if the gods knew about them. After all, humans and Dead Apostles are natural enemies at all times."

Kyoko was quite familiar with what Altruchi had said. If she hadn't sensed the aura of the Holy Temple from Kurohime, Kyoko would have already assassinated her, given her personality. After all, as a fanatic, she couldn't tolerate such defilement.

Kyoko vaguely remembered that during the Crusades, in the time of Richard the Lionheart, there was a Death Apostle Ancestor who led countless monsters to fight on the battlefield in the Middle East. His name was Nero Chaos. Therefore, she had long hated the Death Apostle species.

"I was so sorry for overlooking that..."

The young female assassin apologized to those who had failed to reach the sacred temple she herself had been unable to access.

"There's no need to apologize, just grab something to eat first."

As she sipped her tomato juice, Altrouge glanced at the menu on the table; the prices listed were all extremely expensive by human standards.

But when you see what's served, you realize it's worth the expense; the amazing and touching experience the food brings is immeasurable.

After hesitating for a long time over the food that was served, Eltrauge chose the chocolate cake first. She happily moved the plate of cake in front of her, put down her fork, and took the first bite. She showed a joy that she hadn't shown in many years.

"You eat some too," Eltruch said to Kyoko. She finally put the cake in her mouth, without saying anything, just chewing with her mouth full, waiting for Kyoko's next move.

"..."

A strawberry cake sat in front of Kyoko, who was sitting next to her. The cake looked delicious and tempting, but she didn't touch it.

Looking at her new Master, Kyoko noticed that ever since that great man arrived, the previously taciturn and cold Altruchi seemed to have become a completely different person, quite lively.

No, the accurate way to put it is like finally meeting the person you've been waiting for after many years.

That is indeed the case.

When Altruchi sensed it, although she didn't change much in front of Kyoko, she actually secretly cried a little.

As she tossed star-shaped sugar granules into the cake and stirred it with a small stick, Altrouge glanced at Kyoko, who still hadn't removed her cloth, and thought to herself that she and Kyoko had actually gone through similar experiences.

As the new Master of Kyoko, Altruki naturally learned about her Servant's past.

In the past, in the new empire that arose above the empire that he and Avia had traveled to, there was an organization founded by the old man from that holy temple—

"You are not qualified. Although you have some talent, you lack creativity."

"And most importantly, you are not devout enough."

Whispers filled the cult, and at the ceremony to choose the next Hassan al-Sabah, Kyoshiko and Hyakko stood side by side.

The floor was covered with a light green mat, and there was a scent of dried flowers in the air, a scent that always appeared at every event the organization held.

"Therefore, the next one, Hassan al-Sabah, is Baimiao."

At that moment, Bai Mao was like a beautiful stone sculpture, completely stunned.

When faced with the elders' choice, Kyoko did not object. It wasn't that she didn't feel regret, but that she believed she was indeed not devout enough, just as the elders had said.

After all, she has always given people the impression of being unapproachable, but it's not intentional; it's just how she is.

Although she understood this, she did not change her mind; this was the path of her faith.

As a member of the organization, Kyoko is a girl with unwavering faith, but it is precisely that unconventional faith that leads people to contemptuously call her a 'fanatic'.

Even those who worship the same god uttered contemptuous remarks, but the girl did not hate others. She simply believed that she was being despised because she was immature and her faith was not strong enough.

However, it was precisely this faith, which was more devout than anyone else in the cult, and his exceptional talent that led to his elimination by the cult elders on the grounds of a lack of originality and insufficient faith, thus preventing him from becoming the nineteenth Hassan al-Sabah.

But the girl believed that she had failed to be chosen because her faith was insufficient, so she studied her faith even more diligently than before. As a result, she accomplished nothing in her life and lived only as a fanatic. In a situation where even martyrdom was not allowed, she wasted her life without any achievements and then disappeared without a trace.

Even so, the fanatic does not hate the world and has no hatred, after all, the fanatic is a fanatic that is difficult for ordinary people to save.

As Kyoko's Master, Altrucci naturally saw and experienced all of this from her own perspective.

Black Princess naturally scoffed at the elders' claims. She could tell that these elders treated her foolish sister worse than the True Ancestor in the Thousand-Year City. At least those guys, while trying to use her, didn't resort to such baseless lies to deceive her.

She even felt that if the old man really wanted to get involved in these matters, he might first eliminate these incompetent elders... But by then, these elders might just turn their backs on the old man.

"Please be careful with it!"

Just as Kyoko was silently looking at the cake plate in front of her, she suddenly sensed an aura that seemed to be a Heroic Spirit approaching from the crossroads not far away, so she immediately prepared for battle.

“Please don’t do that. I am not an enemy of the Star Child. My name is Enkidu, and this is my Master.”

A green-haired servant, whose gender was indistinguishable and whose beauty was breathtaking, slowly walked over, carrying a silver wolf.

The fake Lancer, Enkidu the Chains of Heaven, and his Master, the artificial Silver Wolf.

"I should say it's a pleasure to meet you. I am Altruki, and this is my servant. What brings you here?"

In response to Enkidu's self-introduction, Altrouge nodded in agreement.

The black-haired girl, who was a hybrid of a True Ancestor and a Dead Apostle, naturally knew at this moment that Enkidu's aura was one with this vast world.

In other words, it's like nature in human form, a figure that is somewhat similar to a god or spirit, and Black Princess, as the true progenitor, can also be considered the daughter of 'Gaia'.

Then, the beautiful woman with flowing green hair smiled serenely and answered:

"After the Holy Grail War ends, could you please take care of my Master?"

Upon hearing this, Altruchi sat in her chair, tilting her head in confusion as she looked at the artificial creature that Enkidu had placed down.

Speaking of which, she hadn't seen her pet Cathy Palug for a long time. The White Knight said that the guy seemed to always run off to play while she was sleeping, sometimes for hundreds of years at a time, and even now that she was awake, he still hadn't returned...

Thinking this way, Princess Kuro couldn't help but murmur:

"You've really gotten bolder, Cathy..."

After that, Eltrauge nodded:

"Alright, I'll find someone to take good care of it."

"Thank you." Enkidu chuckled and nodded, then looked towards the Grand Canyon, frowning. "Gil has already... As expected, if it can make it roar like that, it means that guy is here too."

Originally, Enkidu had no interest in the Holy Grail War. Apart from protecting his Master and fighting his long-lost friend, the King of Heroes, once again, he found it quite boring and didn't care about Novia's declaration of war.

Until recently, Enkidu sensed the presence of Humbaba, the 'girls' whom the Chains of Heaven failed to save.

Unlike the 'system' of clay figurines that never change, Humbaba is cursed and forced to change.

That was also Enkidu's first friend. Every time they met, Humbaba would ask Enkidu if he still remembered him.

At the gods' command, the two were finally separated. When Enkidu met Humbaba at the moment of parting, the last thing he heard was: Who are you...?

Later, Enkidu encountered many humans, including Sanhand, changed his appearance, and broke free from the control of the gods to go on adventures everywhere.

However, the Chains of Heaven never forgot a single word spoken by the first 'human' girl they met, nor the records of the existence of the Humbaba.

Even when Enkidu used his own hands to dismantle the already crazed Humbaba beyond recognition, the apology he felt caused Enkidu's system to emit strange noises.

That's why Enkidu rushed over to see Humbaba, who was still in immense pain, and that's how he met Altrucci and Kyoko downstairs.

Then, a few seconds later, the Chains of Heaven watched as the Bull of Heaven, who had appeared on the rooftop, vanished in a short time, along with the aura of the goddess. He sighed helplessly, "That guy actually died... Humbaba, you..."

Enki was somewhat disappointed that he couldn't see Humbaba again and that his friends had passed away so quickly, but then he thought that since Ishtar died so soon, it was a good thing.

Seeing this, Eltrauge sighed softly, then spoke again in a troubled tone:

"Alright, alright, I don't like seeing such a listless expression. Here's some food, although it's all fruit or nuts. Would you like some?"