Chapter 432

After a while, Novia felt a warm breath coming from her abdomen, and Kama released his grip as if nothing had happened.

Just as Kama was about to say something, he couldn't help but blink and look at Novia, who was not behaving any unusually at the moment. For some reason, Kama seemed to see the scene of himself carrying the young Kavia on his back and shooting 'Arrow of Love' all over the world during the India Age of Gods.

Although it was just an illusion, it still made her feel a little confused, so she blurted it out.

"Kavia,... what happened?"

Am I that obvious?

Novia tilted her head and said.

Unexpectedly, Kama saw through it. Was it because of the concept of Papiyas?

After all, I was being very careful because I felt there was no need to worry about appearing weak in front of others, or having similar thoughts.

He kept pondering why he subconsciously called the woman in his hazy memories "mother." It seemed mainly due to thoughts of Kama, and considering his own relationship with Kama, perhaps that woman was, in some way, a combination of both?

Ultimately, I am also a human being, and as a human being, I was born from a mother.

Novia had previously believed that she had been abandoned.

So who is it? Ashamed to face their mother? Could it be... Virginity giving birth?

No, it's not necessarily the so-called mother; it could be something else entirely. There is absolutely no such person in the New Testament.

Book of Isaiah 7:14 states. "Then the virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and will call him Emmanuel." This is a Hebrew name meaning "the Lord with us." In the New Covenant, this is a title belonging to Jesus, signifying that he is the embodiment of the One God who is with humanity.

In fact, the woman in Book of Revelation chapter 12, clothed with the sun, standing on the moon, and wearing a crown of twelve stars, being persecuted by the dragon, is generally considered to be the vision of Moriah giving birth to Virginity, but no matter how hard the interpreters try, they cannot fit it into this vision.

Therefore, Book of Revelation chapter 11 ends with "the Holy of Holies of Holies in heaven was opened and the Ark of the Ark of the Covenant was seen within," which leads to the beginning of chapter 12...

But Novia still felt something was off about this line of thinking.

Since the 'most holy' in the Holy of Holies prefigures the spirit, if one were to place oneself as the Holy Spirit within this concept, then it would mean that she gave birth to me, and I gave birth to her? So she is both mother and daughter? No wonder I suddenly thought of... when I thought of Kama.

But, to be honest, Novia thought the conjecture was somewhat absurd.

However, he could also sense a strange sense of ease that couldn't be easily explained.

Since it is an existence far beyond human comprehension, it must be far removed from normal imagination.

"Uh-huh."

Kama nodded.

Seeing Novia's reaction, a thought immediately arose in Love God's mind.

Something's fishy. Could it be that I've run into some troublesome guy again...? Luckily, I'm more skilled and figured it out at a glance.

"This is mainly because I suddenly remembered a woman who I didn't really have any real connection with recently."

Kama, the Kama of Love God, found Novia's answer strange. What did she mean by "women without substance"? Did she mean all women except for Mohini, Durga, and herself? Oh well, she's just another woman anyway. Ah, that's normal, after all, Kavia—

"In some ways, she might be my mother whom I've never met."

"... Wait, isn't that my ecological niche?"

For a moment, Kama was confused because he didn't understand the meaning of Kavia's words, and his face showed an expression that seemed to say, 'This development shouldn't be happening.'

At this moment, Kama was overloaded. Her eyes were slightly open, her pretty, long eyelashes trembled incessantly, and below her neat nose, her small, soft, rosy lips parted slightly as if she were enduring something.

Although I was only a foster mother back then, and everything about Kavia was under my control, I'm not saying a real mother isn't good enough—no, she's just not good enough! If you don't raise someone, what kind of mother are you? I'm the real one! That wretched guy, trying to steal at a time like this? Don't let me catch him, or I'll chase him away with my Beast Spirit Origin and Grand! Aaaaaah!

Novia smiled faintly at the bewildered Kama, swallowing the words "it could be her daughter, or perhaps both," and instead gave another answer, "But it's just speculation, nothing is certain yet, I'm just saying."

Hearing Novia's words, Kama, regaining her senses, took a breath, knelt down on one knee, and noticed that her purple stockings had somehow slipped down to her ankles, revealing her soft, smooth, and beautiful calves. Then, she grabbed the edges of the stockings with both hands and pulled them up in one go.

Looking down from Novia's perspective, one can easily see the faint shadows cast by the shoulder bones on Kama's back, which is draped in a purple veil, running down the center of her back to her waist, with a distinct spinal curve emphasizing her good posture.

"Call..."

Kama's soft lips parted slightly, exhaling a faint yet heavy breath, her thighs rubbing against each other.

"Because I... have always looked forward to seeing you again. So, well, it's not like we haven't done it before..."

Then she began to unbutton her shirt—

"Don't worry, I really didn't say that to you on purpose."

Novia responded, her voice very gentle.

Then, he gently kissed her soft cheek, her small nose, and finally, her delicate, adorable lips in that pose.

"... Oh, is that so?"

After Novia revealed her true thoughts and actions, Kama stared wide-eyed as if he had been unexpectedly attacked, responding in a hesitant voice, his flushed cheeks puffing up like an angry squirrel.

The Love God just now truly felt a great crisis, because that guy was going to affect her ecological niche. All along, when facing Durga and Mohini, she would use this status to put herself in a better position than the two of them, although it didn't have much effect. However, Kama still felt a little bit of responsibility for this.

As an elder, it's only natural that I should keep a close eye on these younger guys for Kavia.

After all, I was the first one, isn't that only natural?

This is something even that bastard Shiva admitted.

But if that were true, I wouldn't be qualified. After all, it's real, and I'm just a fake...

Leaving aside Mara, as the god of Love God, he was at most a minor deity, holding only a second-class seat even at the banquet of the gods. At Daksha's Fire Sacrifice, he was just an ordinary Deity; he was merely lucky at that time.

Being able to adopt Kavia, one of the Four-Aspected Gods, would surely be a cause for joy for everyone in the entire India Age of Gods.

Fortunately, I found it myself. At the time, it looked so small, yet it could fill Love God's chest completely.

So, when Novia thought she would remain silent, Kama stood straight before her and declared this.

"However, this is my stage, and my battlefield."

Perhaps not understanding the meaning of that sentence, Novia tilted her head blankly.

"What battlefield? Kama, what are you using the Grand to enhance? Wait, why did the old man give you the Grand? Your Spirit Origin hasn't been changed back yet..."

Novia frowned in confusion, then immediately thought of a certain fact and her eyes widened.

"Wait, you 'Human Order like this..."

"It doesn't matter whether Human Order or Human Order! It's a battlefield in the literal sense. Listen to your mother, be good and don't move! I'll hide you from all dangers. Protection you from all harm, and I'll achieve everything for you."

Then, Kama looked up at Novia, blushing and looking embarrassed, her small fingers intertwined on her thigh.

Love God has just felt fear.

Love God has just begun to feel timid.

Therefore, she chose to grip Novia's hand tightly again.

"Even if the guy you're talking about, Kavia, is real, I won't let her touch you. If you're not going to keep him, you have no responsibility, but I will. Be prepared! I'm Mara now! Heh, I remember you're Kavia, right? Let me make you fall completely in one Dipankara swoop. I'm going to vent all my pressure on you, you know?"

Kama's expression was more sinister than ever before.

An overwhelming Od swirled within her, her soft, delicate lips as red as fresh tomatoes, and the subtle breath exhaled from her slightly parted lips would make the recipient's cheeks tingle slightly; Love God was releasing a dangerous allure.

Even if this weren't the Himalayas Mountains, it wouldn't matter. The atrocities of using the power gained from giving up Grand for personal gain had vanished from his mind, leaving no room for hesitation.

"Ah, I am the real one, that niche belongs only to me!"

Chapter 455 Purgatory Holy Sword Factory

"Hahaha, everyone, why be so reserved? It's understandable that you're shocked by my handsomeness, but there's no need to be shocked until now, hahaha. After all, this is what a king is all about!"

Charlemagne crossed his arms over his chest, a broad smile on his face as he looked at the Mountain People, especially the Hassans whose expressions were obscured by their skull masks.

The sky was clear and bright; although the sun was shining, a cold wind was still blowing.

The energetic Charlemagne was like a patient recovering from a serious illness, so much so that in just five days, everyone in the entire Mountain People village knew him. 'A strangely enthusiastic person' would probably be the assessment of ordinary people who didn't know his true identity.

But for Hassans, whom he had recently captured in the Mobile Holy City, it was an extremely unsettling situation.

After all, the changes are really too great. Not to mention that his face has changed from an old man to a young man, and his personality has changed from calm to a lively and cheerful big boy. He has lost all the majesty of a king and is more like a knight who travels around punishing evil and promoting good.

However, Charlemagne's sudden change in attitude and cheerfulness stemmed not only from his healing of Novia as she prepared to leave the Mobile Holy City, but also from the simple and pure heart of this Father of Europe.

That's great! Since my Brother-in-Law is here, my sister will probably be here too.

Although Novia explicitly stated that he wasn't there, it didn't stop Charlemagne from having a rosy complexion and looking very healthy.

"Um, may I tell you?"

Just then, Hassan of the Zealot raised her hand to speak.

Because Novia had been in the Spirit Mausoleum for five days and had not yet appeared, Hassan of the Zealot was a little anxious. But it was also strange, since she felt that if the Venerable One's aura was all on that Dead Apostle, it shouldn't have taken so long... unless something had happened that they couldn't predict.

But now that things had come to this, Hassans and Charlemagne could only wait quietly.

"Hmm? Is there anything you want to say? Feel free to tell me."

Charlemagne gave a calm smile. "After all, oh dear, I forgot you never told me your name. Sorry, sorry."

"It's alright. I still dedicate everything to my Faith, even my name."

Hassan of the Zealot paused, then bowed her head before the Hassan. "If you may, call me by the name my Master used in that war, Hassan of the Zealot."

"It's strange, little Nobuko, I seem to have sensed your presence during the Holy Grail War in the Snowfield, but I haven't been able to find you..."

"Because I have been Protection the apartment of Master Altrouge Brunestud and Lady Novia."

"Altrouge Brunestud? That name... Let me think... Isn't that guy a Dead Apostle? How did he become Master?"

Charlemagne's eyes widened slightly, then narrowed immediately. "Wait, are you saying my Brother-in-Law also has a relationship with this guy?"

Hassan of the Zealot's nod confirmed Charlemagne's idea.

But.

This wasn't exactly hard to accept, since he had read many documents about the past fifth century while he was still alive, including both secular and mystical content. Therefore, he had heard about the Magic Association led by his brother-in-law Avia, which was ostracized by the church, the magical beasts that were captured, studied, and killed at will by the church, and the united army of dead apostles that were being hunted down by the church.

Otherwise, why would he be supporting the El-Melloi Family on the Island of Britain? It was just that his Brother-in-Law was their Lord at the time, and their power was allowed to grow along with the Church as long as they allowed it.

Based on his memories from the Present World, Charlemagne knows that there are two princesses in the current era, but if we consider the Ling Xiu of the Dead Apostle that appeared in the fifth century, it is only Altrouge Brunestud, since the White Princess only began to be active in the twelfth century.

What? It's a romance between a human and Dead Apostle? Isn't that incredibly romantic? But it can't compare to the romance between my sister and Brother-in-Law.

Charlemagne, a staunch supporter of Attila and Avia, was so certain.

"Alright, alright, so what was it that Hassan of the Zealot was trying to say to me just now?"

"Um..."

Hassan of the Zealot tried to ignore the shocked looks from the Hassans around her upon learning that she had once had a Dead Apostle Master, and unconsciously bit her lip beneath the veil covering her face.

"I have a feeling it's not Carl, but you who call yourself Charlemagne, based on the Book my Master and I read while traveling in that City..."

Hassan of the Zealot nodded slightly. "Yes, that's right, 'chuunibyou' (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur). But I meant no disparagement at all. On the contrary, I'm very grateful. I was just saying that."

In the past few days, Charlemagne has been doing things in the Mountain Village that include, but are not limited to, using Od to create small-scale snowfalls to build snowmen and play with the children, and tickling the waists of children who are in a bad mood.

"Fools, I am a great knight, a great king! You brats are nothing but a piece of cake!"

But it must be said that with Charlemagne around, the children in the Mountain Village always had smiles on their faces.

Life in the village was already very difficult, to the point where they had to worry about what to eat the next day. Charlemagne did his best to help them hunt, since he didn't have any magical Noble Phantasm or abilities that could summon food.

"Was my behavior childish? The same word can be interpreted as praise or criticism depending on the listener. This word is probably like that too..."

After listening, Charlemagne's gaze was pure and direct, his eyes clear without a trace of dissatisfaction. He simply put his hands on his hips and used his Od wind to make his cloak sway in the wind.

"But it's not all bad."

The man with bleached black hair watched all this with gentle eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Because I think it's cool to be so serious and hardworking."

This left Hassan of the Zealot at a loss for words. She thought to herself, no believer would be happy to hear that 'your god is a fake.'

But Charlemagne's next words made her pause slightly.

"Actually, my Brother-in-Law said something similar to what I just said."

Even though the passage of time will turn the ocean into mulberry fields, and countless heroic deeds will be buried deep in the dust of time.

A civilization that was once as vibrant and colorful as a blooming flower may one day disappear without a trace, but this affirmation and hope for Charlemagne will surely remain forever beneath the Alps, silently engraved in the memory of the Planet, as long as the Alien Star Key is not damaged.

He said that the most handsome people are those who are serious and hardworking.

Hassan of the Zealot immediately felt a pang of guilt upon hearing this.

That's right. Since it was something an adult said, I shouldn't have any doubts. Forgive me, I must be more careful with my words and actions in the future.