Chapter 178

Class:???

Type: Anti- Planet Noble Phantasm

The possibility of mimicry, the Future of dreams—the world of the Sun —is hidden in my heart.

His very existence at this moment is his own Star —almost identical to that of the Sun.

Moreover, as the strongest single entity in the Solar System, it can naturally utilize the abilities of its subordinate Planet, UO.

Whether it's the hundreds of millions of spores from Venus UO, or condensing Saturn UO into countless spears of light, it's all possible.

It's even possible to directly create an exact replica of UO.

It seems that even the Crystal Valley of the slain ORT can be activated, though the exact reason for this is unknown.

It might be related to the skill "Sun - Third Generation Star," after all, ORT is a lost Supernova.

250: Stop fighting! (5k)

Soft sunlight shone down from the azure sky onto everything on the ground.

After reporting the situation of the Demon Cave 'Alcatraz Seventh Labyrinth' to Atlas Institute, I took a Sion to Romania and quietly walked through the city streets.

The area is filled with exaggerated modern high-rise buildings, and the avant-garde architecture is intricate and complex, resembling a giant Labyrinth.

Unlike the overwhelming atmosphere of the Atlas Institute, this wind was entirely different, belonging only to human existence.

Even with a hat and glasses on, one could still feel burned by the light. The flow of people coming and going was completely different from those in the Magecraft World; they were always chatting and laughing.

"The Dead Apostle, who have existed since the Age of Gods, attempted to use the Holy Grail Ritual to further elevate their own status, only to be wiped out by you, Sion, along with the young lady of the Sajo family and her friends."

Tsbia Eltnam Western Asia, who had served as the Atlas Institute Director since the 15th century, gazed with great interest at Sion purple-haired girl before him, whom he now regarded as his 'daughter', a descendant of many generations from the human era.

"Yes."

"Unexpectedly, Sion, you were actually able to defeat the enemy together with others. I thought you would stubbornly fight alone and face unpredictable consequences. But it's good this way. In a TV drama, is this what they call the moment when friends are born?"

"The mission status has been reported, therefore I have no further obligation to answer."

Sion showed no kindness to the Director before turning to leave.

Tsbia watched her retreating figure.

"Speaking of which, the Magecraft Formula that constitute the Holy Grail War are quite interesting. That's right, the Magecraft Formula that can even reproduce souls and summon Heroic Spirit has a connection with the Third True Magic. By the way, a figure who established the current landscape of the Magecraft World appeared in the recent Great Holy Grail War in the Americas."

The purple-haired girl instinctively stopped in her tracks and blinked.

As the structure of living beings, it comprises the Flesh, mind, and soul.

It is said that among these, only the soul cannot be reproduced no matter what kind of Magecraft it is.

The only exception is the third True Magic, which was originally impossible even for Magecraft —humans have yet to achieve it—as a way to reach further ahead.

"While the King of Heroes of Babylon, the Chains of Heaven, and the greatest hero of Greece are all unparalleled figures, they all pale in comparison to that one. Even Church Pope, along with a group of Cardinal, rushed to the snowy plains. I heard there's been a huge uproar at the Clock Tower. A figure who has accomplished things beyond his time in a world after the Age of Gods..."

Tsbia tilted his head slightly. "But that's not really my concern, and the Holy Grail Ritual in the Americas is already over, so let's leave it at that."

What are you trying to say?

Sion asked a question.

"Little Sion, it seems you've encountered and chosen a path that belongs only to you. Even I can't find out the details through the Atlas Institute. But congratulations! I'm very happy to see your descendants grow up."

This man, who was always aloof and independent, and who even seemed less human than a computer malfunctioning when he displayed a certain madness, Atlas Institute Director. This was the first time the purple-haired girl had ever seen him, as her ancestor, give her such a human and unforgettable smile.

This city in Romania is filled with all sorts of sounds. Needless to say, there's the music coming from the radio and television, the voices of pedestrians, the exhaust noise of cars, the cries of children, and the sounds of construction everywhere, all blending together like a band.

Those who do not delve into the mysteries live their lives in the world, gathering like a vortex, playing this symphony.

After walking a few steps through the streets, Sion took a taxi, got off at the address in the letter that Sajyou Manaka had sent earlier, and headed towards the tall building that wasn't far away.

She arrived at her destination in less than ten minutes.

The purple-haired girl took out the key she had left in the letter and slowly walked along the corridor of the high-rise building.

Even so, just this made her heart race slightly, which was something she couldn't help.

It's been so long since I've seen Novia. I wonder why he went to participate in the Americas Holy Grail War. Ugh, why didn't he tell me?

The main reason is that Sion feels that he is not by his side, which makes Sajyou Manaka do the same thing as Melusine.

As long as Novia is happy, that's all that matters. Indeed, if Novia is happy, Sion will be happy too.

However, Sion also harbored a Desire for the two to progress to the next stage.

But is it permissible for a woman to make this request? Like Melusine? Wouldn't she be rejected...?

How do lovers in this world overcome this Obstruction? They're all so brave.

Why is Melusine so direct? Is it because she's a dragon...?

In fact, Sion understands her own personality very well; she is too 'calm,' after all, those with Thought Partition are very rational.

They'll definitely say I shouldn't have done this or that, make a bunch of excuses, and then run away.

"Sigh... I really want to kiss..."

The purple-haired girl sighed.

"How embarrassing, all I want to do is kiss."

Thought Partition - Number One

'If we take advantage of Melusine, we still have a chance to succeed.'

Thought Partition, Part Two

'When you open the door, first observe Novia's location. Use the Aether Lines to restrain those two for ten seconds; they won't be able to take it. Then, rush in. Novia won't refuse. It'll be your time to take charge then! Let your Flesh burn!'

Thought Partition, Part Three

'Perhaps you could just unleash the energy you expend on Thought Partition in one burst.'

Thought Partition, Part Four

"It feels like it would be better to just kneel down like the Japan do and say, 'Please accept my virginity,' perhaps by wearing a traditional Miko outfit first."

Thought Partition - I don't know how many numbers.

"... That's enough! Shut up! I didn't... have such evil and filthy thoughts... it's impossible... absolutely impossible..."

Upon hearing this, Sion's face instantly flushed red as she subconsciously conjured up that scene in her mind. Just imagining that image made her feel uneasy all over.

So, after banishing the chilling, evil delusions from her mind, she shut down her Thought Partition.

But in reality, the idea of Thought Partition is also Sion's own thinking, and all these different ways of thinking have the same purpose.

Moreover, the highest level of Thought Partition can be used to calculate the direction of world lines and changes in events. For example, Tsbya learned through calculation that he did not become one of the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostle Ancestors in Parallel World because the Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg killed Crimson Moon. This is comparable to the calculation and deduction of Mooncell.

In other words, Sion was just being stubborn and refusing to admit it; it was her deepest thought.

"... Let's start with kissing..."

With a sigh, she took out her key and opened the Great Gate.

Waves of heat, as if about to explode, pressed down on Sion as if they were about to explode.

Subsequently, the genius girl from Atlas Institute witnessed such a scene—

The usually arrogant Melusine was being beaten—no, not by humans, but by two... dragons like her?

One was a red-haired Dragon Daughter with one completely black eye, and the other was a petite girl with a tail... Nero?!

Although Sion didn't quite recognize the red-haired Dragon Daughter, she sensed a similar aura to Melusine, suggesting she was likely also a Primordial Dragon.

But she was all too familiar with the blonde girl; wasn't she a miniature version of Pope Nero Rome Church?

But how come she's gotten so small after all these years? Is she trying to achieve body size equality with Melusine...?

Upon Sion's sudden visit, everyone present, except for the Three-Headed Dragon who was still locked in battle, instinctively turned their gaze towards her.

"... Another person has arrived, tsk."

The first to speak was the black-clad princess Altrouge Brunestud.

"You..."

Sion couldn't help but look around and found that Sajyou Manaka from that day was not in the room, but there were two more people in the room: a Black-Haired Girl with a girlish figure and a girl with a slightly smaller figure.

"I am Altrouge Brunestud."

"Big sister, I'm Kiara Sessyoin."

In contrast to Princess Ji's indifference, Sesshouin was quite enthusiastic, waving to Sion with a smile.

"I am Sion..."

The purple-haired girl slowly walked to the Sofa where the two were sitting, and then asked, "May I ask if Sajyou Manaka is not here?"

"Miss Aika..." Upon hearing this, Sesshouin gave a subtle smile, "She was taken away by Attila."

"I see."

Sion nodded.

There's another one named Attila... wait, Attila? That name is exactly the same as the 'Scourge of God'... could it be...?

The genius girl immediately had a certain idea in her mind.

If that's the case, could that Avia be Novia...? They both disappeared without a trace...

"Well..."

Sion sighed again; she had lost count of how many times she had sighed in such a short time.

After all, there are more competitors now, which is really troublesome.

The reason the 37-year-old beauty was taken away by Attila was because the brown-haired girl noticed that she seemed to be in the worst mood among them, so she offered to show her around the place in the hopes of helping Avia.

However, it's also possible that Attila felt she was currently in her juvenile form, and that despite being the same as Melusine, she hadn't been touched.

Next—

The black-clad princess looked at the somewhat silent Sion and spoke.

Are you the same?

"Probably, probably, maybe, yes..."

Sion understood what Altrouge Brunestud meant, so she ran her fair fingers across her face, looking a little embarrassed.

"That's right, that's right, I'm one of them too!"

Upon hearing their conversation, Sesshouin suddenly interjected with a smile.

She was lying on the Sofa, and under the rolled-up hem of her pink and white silk dress, she wasn't wearing socks, and her small feet were resting rudely on the chair in front of the Sofa.

Sion's eyes widened again. Although she had expected it, she was surprised to see the girl in front of her say such a thing.

Well, although I was somewhat prepared after hearing about it from Melusine,... I guess it's just some old thing pretending to be young, just like Melusine.

That's what she thought.

Suddenly, Sion belatedly remembered the name Altrouge Brunestud —wasn't she the princess of the Dead Apostle, the black-clad princess?!

Indeed, despite being only a young girl, Altrouge Brunestud possesses the temperament befitting the title of 'princess', appearing both proud and elegant.

Upon hearing Sesshouin speak, Altrouge Brunestud snorted. For some reason, she felt quite displeased with this seemingly young but cunning Black-Haired Girl, as if she might be suppressed at any moment.

"Dean..."

Sion raised the corners of her mouth in a dumbfounded manner, quite surprised that this old man she thought was of unknown age was actually acting so young.

From another perspective, in her mind it's like when Melusine tells Novia to call her Meimei, Lulu, or Xinxin from now on...

The purple-haired girl suddenly admired their courage, while she herself was too reserved, only wanting to kiss them.

Or, like the suggestion was made, find some time to put on Miko outfit and kneel down...

Sion shook her head instantly as that scene flashed through her mind.

She couldn't believe she had such chilling and wicked delusions; it was truly inappropriate.

"Oh dear, it seems like Sion- neechan is thinking about something unpleasant. I don't know what it is, but could you bring Inu-in along when it's time? Inu-in is usually very obedient."

Sesshouin revealed an extremely subtle smile.