Chapter 122
"As Vampire Fairy, aren't you hungry if you don't drink blood?"
"I've never smoked it..."
"Xiao Xi, think about it carefully."
What are you thinking about?
Humans are always breathing, right?
"... Um."
"So if humans don't breathe, they'll die, right?"
"Generally speaking... that's how it is, but there seem to be exceptions. I've heard of humans who have lived for a very, very long time."
"Leaving aside exceptions, based on the same logic I just mentioned, 'Vampire Fairy' will die if they don't drink blood, right?"
"I don't think I'll die like this..."
"Maybe... So, are you going to come and suck me?"
Favia looked with great interest at Bavan Shi, whose face was already flushed.
"How could I do that? I would regret it for the rest of my life!"
The Fairy girl longed to find a place for herself in Favia's presence and in his heart, so this matter, whether beneficial or harmful, held little meaning for her.
"Hmm... this is clearly a form of friendship too."
Favia smiled as she tidied her disheveled clothes.
"Stop joking like that. I have no interest in holding your cold body, Favia."
"Cold? So, if you weren't cold, you would have kept holding me tight?"
"I... I didn't mean that..."
Isn't that so?
"..."
When the Fairy girl, whose mind was completely blank, whose heart was pounding, and whose cheeks were flushed red, opened her eyes, she was greeted by Favia's teasing smile. So she could only run into her room, lie on the bed, and take deep breaths to calm herself down.
In short, in order to wait for Bavan Shi, Favia did not take her to the port until an hour later, where they boarded the Clock Tower's private ship and headed to France, and then to Rome.
The warm breeze characteristic of this time of year blows across the Banner fluttering in the harbor. Under the clear sky, ships throng and people throng. The sounds of waves crashing against the embankment, Sailors loading cargo into the holds, and merchants and passersby moving back and forth on the shore all blend together, creating a bustling and lively atmosphere.
Before boarding the ship with Bavan Shi, Favia glanced at the London underground.
Beneath London, in a place neither classical nor modern, lie the remains of three colossal beasts that long ago sought to devour the entire Planet, to fill the void left by Albion's remains.
According to Favia, another Grand meeting was held today.
In any case, it's another battle between the Three Great Nobles factions and the El-Melloi Faction.
"... Well, at least Paracelsus has joined you. If you win, maybe that guy won't have to be executed... So, I wish you success this time."
The sun shines brightly, the sky is clear, and the azure of the sea probably originates from the reflection of such a bright sky.
In this weather, Favia and Bavan Shi boarded a ship bound for Europe.
Meanwhile, beneath London lies the greatest mystery hidden within the Clock Tower.
A tomb steeped in mystery, impossible on earth, and eroded by taboos that cannot be allowed to exist.
Inside the Spirit Tomb, the Twelve Lords and their agents are arguing.
"El-Melloi, is that really your decision?"
The current head of the Barthomeloi family, one of the Three Great Nobles, asked in a calm tone.
"This proposal was made in the best interests of the Clock Tower, and at the request of countless Magecraft."
The blonde girl pressed down her blonde hair, her tone showing absolutely no respect for the Lord of the Department of Law and Politics.
At the same time, she observed these Three Great Nobles: Barthomeloi of the Department of Law and Politics, Barthomeloi of the Department of Creation, and Trambelio of the First Discipline - All Basic Disciplines.
The Lord of Barthomeloi, an old man, was dressed simply, yet he did not leave any impression of weakness. After all, those in his Magecraft Lineage possessed an extremely strong sense of elitism, looking down on almost everyone outside their own Magecraft Lineage. They were truly Magecraft Lineage standing at the top of the Clock Tower.
"Oh, really?"
The old man neither agreed nor disagreed, merely squinting his eyes, which seemed to be buried in deep wrinkles.
The Clock Tower is the meeting place where the Fate of countless Magecraft can be decided.
In that secret conversation, as numerous as the stars.
Every single night, they communicate in a language that no one can understand.
Every single morning, I hide in a realm unseen by others.
Is each outcome of a discussion the culmination of Magecraft's dream?
But its essence-
In the end... it was all just self-serving scheming... that's why they did so much...
The old man meant that this was essentially an unsolvable problem, and the outcome of such a meeting was decided before it even began, meaning there could be no result.
"The Clock Tower has existed for so many years, and Barthomeloi has existed since the Clock Tower existed."
The old man scoffed.
"As a rising star, Lord El-Melloi of this generation... how much do you know about this matter...?"
But the blonde girl didn't answer; instead, she raised her Wine glass.
"Vote."
"Let's start the war."
The old man's words immediately drew the attention of all the Lord present.
And then, the tremors that followed the Spirit Tomb, and the terrifying Od that was being drawn up from within the Spirit Tomb.
Was this something Barthomeloi did intentionally? A direct attack on El-Melloi?
When the Lord thought this, they found that the old man also looked surprised, which proved that it was not him who had done it.
Although the reason was unknown, in the next instant, a pale light appeared there, spiraling in a spiral.
Everyone seemed to be swaying in the cradle of time.
Long, distant, endless.
Experiencing an atmosphere that no human has ever truly felt before, like a dream being blown away, and achievements gradually fading away with the sound of the tide.
After all, the fundamental essence that formed the Clock Tower has not changed; the fragments of the stars are here, and the dream that will never be lost truly resides within the Spirit Tomb.
Meanwhile, an earthquake struck London, causing some commotion.
Subsequently, the Clock Tower announced that the Spirit Tomb had suddenly exploded.
Then, perhaps because the El-Melloi lineage, the Three Great Nobles lineages, and the entire Department of Inheritance unanimously decided to 'treat the matter as if it never happened,' at least on this matter, the Clock Tower became unusually united.
The construction workers and Magecraft dispatched by the two factions repaired the exploded Spirit Tomb in just a few days and then left.
That being said, these are merely formalities.
Because the Clock Tower has decided to erase the Grand decision, all the figures listed in the report are fabricated. It is ridiculous that a falsified report has to be carefully examined, but it is common sense that forgery often has to be done precisely.
Thus, the overt content of this Grand meeting, which should have ignited a civil war within the Clock Tower, was—
'The very existence of the Department of Law and Politics was deemed problematic, and it was no longer considered a discipline. From then on, it became the Legal Bureau, and the Twelve Departments were reduced to Eleven Departments.'
The possibility of a civil war in the Clock Tower was thus buried in time, and in the instant of its disappearance, the Lord vaguely saw that the Lord of Barthomeloi were swallowed up by the Spirit Tomb itself.
208: Da Vinci, is that Mona Lisa you? (4k)
It is nighttime.
The old man stood on a hill not far from Rome, gazing at the starry sky in the distance.
He is Leonardo da Vinci, one of the three giants of the Renaissance, hailed as the "Uomo Universale".
He seemed to be 'omnipotent' by default, possessing talents in science, mathematics, engineering, natural history, music, architecture, sculpture, painting, invention, weapons development, and even Magecraft.
For Da Vinci, anything was possible. His mentor Verrocchio, friends Machiavelli and Botticelli, as well as supporters such as Caesar Borgia, King Francis I of France, and the world's people all called him a genius.
No, that's not how it works. Everything is thanks to learning, but it's simply the product of continuously learning about the 'reasons for the formation of all things'.
Da Vinci thought calmly like this when he was young.
Indeed, in this respect, virtually no one can rival him. The only person who might be comparable is Michelangelo. However, this only applies to the field of art. In other fields, especially science and mathematics, no one can surpass him.
If you ask why?
Da Vinci would have answered like this:
"Learning is simply about correctly grasping and organizing the information you receive, and storing it in your mind as readily available knowledge. It's not about creating something from nothing using Deity bestowed talents. It's about developing, applying, and releasing the information you receive. This structure is very clear and logical, right? Anyone can do it, can't they?"
However, both his friends and the millions of people around the world called him an unparalleled Uomo Universale.
"Oh, I see. Almighty. That's what you all call me, I see."
In this way, Da Vinci naturally developed a 'self-awareness' of omnipotence.
Therefore, it is only natural that Da Vinci was able to display his talent in this field after learning about the hidden mysteries of Magecraft.
Despite lacking the Magic Circuits honed through generations of Magecraft Lineage bloodlines, and without the Magic Crest resulting from generations of research, Omnipotence remains intact.
Although Da Vinci was born with only a small number of Magic Circuits, their quality was beyond comprehension, and their composition could only be described as extraordinary. In other words, his omnipotence would also play a role in the world of Magecraft.
Therefore, even with a very short training period, he still managed to manipulate multiple attributes and master Magecraft from various systems.
"Why? Why do you possess such talent? Is it due to that unusual Magic Circuits? Or perhaps, is it from the bloodline left behind by the Divine Era Magus, manifested through a generational inheritance?"
When Makiri asked this question, this is how Da Vinci answered.
"Who knows? But you see, I've heard I'm 'omnipotent,' you know?"
His smile was so beautiful, like Goddess descended to earth, regardless of gender. Da Vinci was undoubtedly omnipotent even in the realm of beauty... This is not an unfounded compliment. It is said that the David survived to this day was sculpted based on a young Da Vinci.
However, these were things from his youth. Da Vinci was now sixty-three years old. Although his facial expression remained calm and gentle, unlike the lively and vivid one of his youth, his smile was still incredibly beautiful.
At this moment, Da Vinci held the crumpled notebook in his hands, turning page after page.
Using increasingly shorter pens, draw lines on pure white paper, and follow the strokes of the pen to depict memorable events as paintings.
For example, Giuliano, an honest believer in the Church of Rome.
For example, Michelangelo was no less talented than his friend in art.
For example, Raphael, the most powerful genius in the synthesis of art.
For example, Pope Alexander VI, who made a deal with the Dead Apostle to obtain the means to prolong his life, was of bad character but devout.
He sketched everything he had ever seen and remembered, adding careful annotations to each one.
All of the above would be absurd and ridiculous even in the world of Magecraft.
Da Vinci revised it until he was satisfied, and after carefully examining it, he nodded slightly.
For him, this was just a routine, everyday thing.
Then, Da Vinci turned to the first page of the notebook.
Unlined lines, a blank page.
Da Vinci traced the blank pages of his notebook with his fingertips, drawing out the outlines in his mind.
"... Favia."
Those familiar with Da Vinci know that he was a rational and open-minded person, but he would also pursue things that fascinated him with great interest.
They are also the type who can accurately assess their own abilities.
I can basically observe, deduce, and calculate what I can and cannot do, as well as what others can and cannot do, with just a glance. Therefore, I can grasp everything and remain calm. For me, 'unexpected' events do not easily occur, and even if they do, I can resolve them quickly.
Therefore, Da Vinci's interest in Favia was unexpected for a long time.
If you pay close attention, a certain emotion will well up in your heart, and something like a flower will bloom in your chest.