Chapter 323

Just as the god who inflicted the Ten Plagues is located in the heavens, as recorded in the annals.

Then, equivalent to the final blow before the Recreated Sanctuary Jerusalem in the Book of Revelation, a thunderous roar and a surge of Od were unleashed in one breath.

As Osiris's Sand gazed at the attack—an attack powerful enough to shatter its 'story' yet not enough to kill it—its expression remained unchanged, but it sighed inwardly.

In fact, the one who first obtained the Holy Grail was the Divine Body Osiris, but Shiyali dealt with it very easily. If Sion hadn't come with Draco and then alone, there would have been no need to come to this Singularity at all.

However, after hearing some of what Sion, who was also her Future self, said, the usually calm girl felt a little Jealousy.

I can accept never having had you, but once I have you, I will want all of you. Therefore, Ptolemy's God-Eating Plan is my only chance and method.

However, the calculation still failed...

The Sun, it is both sunset and Rising Sun at every moment. When it extinguishes and gathers the desolate afterglow, it is precisely when it is burning on the other side, climbing the mountain and strolling with the blazing morning light.

One day, in this life, I will calmly walk down the mountain, leaning on my cane. And on some future day, at the foot of a mountain, a joyful child will surely climb to the top, holding her toys.

Of course, that wasn't me.

But it is still me.

However, for now, I will simply return to the Black Earth, the origin of Alchemy, as the Bird of the Underworld of the 'dead,' and sleep forever in the untouched Underworld.

After murmuring this to herself, the Osiris's Sand closed her eyes, while Novia, who was holding her, saw the power that had once belonged to her dissipate into another coffin, the surface of which was also decorated with a unique portrait—

A purple-haired girl and a silver-haired youth.

"Phew, I almost suffocated, phew..."

Before Novia could even get close to the coffin, suddenly the top of the coffin opened from the inside, and a small hand reached out—

"Sion?"

"Nonsense, who else could have gotten themselves into this state besides me—"

Feeling as if her clothes had become too big, Sion paused, quickly creating a mirror to look at herself. This forced the usually rational Shion to admit that she seemed to have suddenly shrunk. What was going on?

Thought Partition Number One: I remember we drank the water the Director gave us before we fell into a coma.

Number Two: Not a surprise attack?

Number 3: I don't understand why I would target myself.

Number Four: He was still acting all smug when he spoke, and even the Director's face darkened, but he kept talking. I told him to tone it down! Doesn't he know his own personality?

Number Five: But the Director and I are from past and future lives, why is this happening?

Unknown:... I'm really sorry, please forgive me.

The other Thought Partition: Another one? That shouldn't be the case. They've already calculated that shrinking the body doesn't reduce computing power, so why is there another one?

But soon, Sion, who was still puzzled, suddenly became somewhat blank:

"... Oh no, Director, what are you doing here in my Thought Partition?"

Nero.

Chapter 368 Teacher, I've come to find you!

"That's just how I am now."

"This should be considered a special case where Human Order Incineration."

After Sion exclaimed in surprise, Novia, who had spoken with her and learned the details, replied as follows.

Theoretically, the Osiris's Sand, who was defeated by herself, should have lost this memory and lived her life according to her original history. However, perhaps because she transferred the power of the 'King of Stories' and the 'Osiris's Sand' to Sion, her consciousness has now entered Sion's Thought Partition, while her still sleeping body still has consciousness.

Simply put, Sion currently has both her past and Present World in one body. However, in the Nasuverse, the souls of the two are interconnected, so it's not surprising that some strange bugs occur. This is because if it weren't for Shiyali's death, Sion shouldn't have been born. Perhaps it was the instability of Human Order caused by the Human Order Incineration that allowed her to succeed.

The old Director is petty, lacks rationality, and his dark skin doesn't look good; he almost looks like he's actually become Egypt.

"Um, could I come out for a moment and say a few words?"

Since the Director's consciousness is completely independent of his own Thought Partition, each of Sion's Thought Partition has its own unique title for him.

"Forehead..."

Hearing that most of her Thought Partition used such strange titles for their once-respected Director, Sion couldn't help but facepalm. Was that really what she felt? After all, Thought Partition was ultimately her own idea.

To be honest, Sion was also curious. Although her Thought Partition didn't seem to have much computing power when it came to deducing changes in events and world line shifts, they would inexplicably Full Power and make a lot of noise when those things were involved. They were all so lifeless when she asked them to have a proper discussion about research projects...

Shaking her head, Sion smiled calmly, dismissing her Thought Partition and complaints about the Director as mere petty squabbles. She nodded in response to the Director's consciousness, and then the three long purple braids on her head, which had shrunk in size, turned black, as if symbolizing a transformation.

Novia naturally noticed the change in Sion's demeanor. If the previous purple-haired Shion was 'fearless', the current black-haired Shion was cautious. Knowing the situation, he understood that Shiyali had probably taken over the body.

However, before he could say anything, the black-haired Sion immediately knelt down in the Japan -style kneeling posture.

"Terribly sorry."

No, Director, what are you doing! I gave you my body not so you could do this! It's really strange that you're suddenly doing something like this!

Sion's true form was already roaring, while the Thought Partition were...

'The posture doesn't seem quite right, but how could the Director use such a move? Isn't this only the first century?'

'I have a feeling that if Kisshouin saw her like this, he'd give her a strange smile.'

'Shouldn't the Director have been timid and submissive before? How come he's so bold now?'

'Haha, we actually got tricked. I bet the main character is going to be sitting at the same table as that Sajyou guy next.'

'Within our facility, to do that kind of thing with this body, and right in front of the main character—all these factors... main character, are you excited after your impotent rage? Never mind, I'd better calculate when the probability of success is highest first.'

'Why go through all that trouble? Propagation is just a matter of adding a potion.'

In fact, Sion's Thought Partition were also audible to Shiyali. As the Director, she understood this fact, but her only feeling about it was...

Are my thoughts a little too active? Or is this truly my nature, just not being brought to life yet?

So that's how it is. I failed to fully understand myself and this fact.

"Haven't we already apologized..."

After lifting Little Sion with both hands, Novia hesitated, then said, "And the way you're sitting, how should I put it..."

"In my calculations, this is the most successful method I, as Sion, subconsciously use to deal with you, so I did it."

"I'm explaining, "Shiyali explained, her bright eyes fixed straight on the silver-haired youth before her.

At this moment, the petite girl was being lifted high by Novia, much like Simba was lifted up by Rafiki when he was born in The Lion King. If it were Sion, she probably wouldn't accept such a childlike position, but the Director thought it was quite nice, very good.

However, since Novia did not answer for five seconds, she frowned adorably.

"Could it be that I'm just not good enough?"

That's why she frowned.

There was definitely a slight sense of anxiety in it.

'Haha, she's getting anxious, getting anxious!'

"Don't panic, this is just the Director's strategic offensive. Having read countless romance novels online, I've already predicted what's to come. It will undoubtedly be a heart-wrenching love story, but before that, some content will be cut."

'The matter of drinking a bottle of love potion'

'I'm unhappy, I want to take back control.'

'Main body, main body, say something! Why are you just standing there watching?'

'Shut up, all of you! If you say another word, I'll recycle you and then format you!'

If Sion's spiritual world were to be materialized, it would probably be a group of Sion sitting at a table arguing incessantly, until finally, Commander Sion, who was sitting in the main seat and deep in thought, suddenly had a flash of white light in her glasses, and then slammed her hand heavily on the table.

"Is it because of my current state that you still don't understand? I'm very sorry for doing this."

"It's difficult," said the black-haired Sion.

Then, Novia gave a smile that said, 'I don't care about anything'.

"To put your and Sion's minds at ease, I don't need your opinion; just wait."

Sion gazed into the eyes of her beloved, not out of doubt, but simply to ponder the meaning of 'just wait'.

"I see."

Unconsciously, a sense of relief crept into her voice.

How long will it take?

And the Answer came in just the next second; naturally, the one who answered was Novia.

Seeing all this unfold, Sion was speechless. A few seconds later, she patted her face and revealed a frustrated smile.

Shift your mindset.

At this stage, focus your energy on meaningful thinking.

Since you've already said what needed to be said, then just honestly switch bodies with me. What's with this French Kiss? And Director, why are you so submissive? Are you so happy being played with like a brat? You're like a large, limp dog. Where has your rationality, your talent, your analytical skills gone? You've committed too many Sin; you should apologize to the First Director of Atlas Institute!

This was the result of Sion's 'meaningful' thinking at this moment, though it sounded more like an indignant reply.

However, she breathed a sigh of relief afterward, since it was only this far and that was it; she wanted to go a little further...

Now she understood why the Director's face had turned pale and then black when he heard her story; it all stemmed from this inexplicable Jealousy...

Afterwards, Novia, who was leading the black-haired Sion out of the last room of the Alexandria Library, introduced Sion to the people waiting behind the door.

"Simply Novia, it's because your Consultant, Ms. Sion, accidentally fell into this timeline due to the Human Order Incineration, and inexplicably developed a remarkable resonance with the Atlas Institute Director in this era, which caused this Singularity. But it has now been resolved by you, Consultant, with the help of Pope Novia? Is that what you mean?"

"You're absolutely right, Mash."

Novia nodded emphatically.

"I see."

Mash nodded in response.

As for Lord El-Melloi II Novia, seeing the plausibility in her words, he almost dismissed the idea that 'this is definitely Pope Novia.' After all, there was the Atlas Institute's certification, and even Nero, her disciple, shook his head. Unless the Atlas Institute had some kind of plan with her, and this emperor was willing to cover for his Teacher... But historically, the relationship between this master and disciple was clearly unusual, so was it really possible?

It's not impossible.

Forget it, I'll just leave this era and find somewhere to play games. Anyway, whether it's real or fake, this Pope's power will never be harmful to Human Order.

Therefore, the gradually dissipating Lord El-Melloi II walked to Ritsuka's side and patted her on the shoulder.

"Master of Chaldea, as you can see, I'm going back to playing games."

"Play, play games?"

"After all, I'm all about efficiency, and I would never waste the time I've accumulated over the years. You can try talking to me, but just don't bother me while I'm playing games..."

At this point, as if remembering something, the Lord El-Melloi II Prince whispered to Ritsuka, " I remember you."

"If you have any ideas, I still suggest you make a contract first to gain the upper hand. This is based on my experience from playing some games."

"... Um, do I have any thoughts?"

Ritsuka muttered blankly.

However, this question remained unanswered, because the Lord El-Melloi II had already disappeared in the next second.

My thoughts?

In this Singularity, I was first treated to a warm welcome by Emperor Nero, then Consultant Novia to the Sanctuary to unlock the power of 'Pope Novia', and afterwards I watched Consultant Novia resolved everything...

Although I wasn't involved in much, since Novia needed me as a medium to use the power of Pope Novia, I guess I could be considered to have participated in almost everything. So, from that perspective, it's somewhat plausible that I call myself Novia's Master when she uses the Pope's power...

Ah, I know I still want Novia, the Consultant, Demi-Servant call me Master. I understand that as a thought, but no matter how I look at it now, it seems impossible for me to do so. After all, the Consultant is a Servant who doesn't need any Od from Servant Master.

Moreover, Sion is Novia's Consultant and also an instructor she's known for a long time; by all accounts, she seems to have a better chance than herself.

"Then, I'll return to the Lostbelt Sea first."

Just as everyone was about to return to Chaldea, Sion walked up behind them and said this.

Aren't you coming with us?

Novia asked.

Although normally Sion only comes when Human Order is frozen, he can accept her coming now.

"There are some conflicting attributes, almost three already..."

When Novia asked her a question, Sion replied calmly.

"Ha?"