Chapter 468
Despite her strong reluctance to admit defeat to the Demon King, Erice couldn't help but ask, "Could it be that he also has some kind of Evil Spirit attached to him?"
"I just don't want him to become a victim of 'revolution' again, especially since it wasn't even a revolution."
Silver- Erice raised her gaze, watching Louis's figure quickly recede into the distance. "The reason for the birth of the Avenger is just, but the goal of Revenge is wrong."
Meanwhile, Louis XVII ran while his expression contorted in pain.
"Can I even survive?"
In his final Louis, Louis recalled his prayer to God before he died, even though God did not exist anywhere, only meaningless images of Church Saint were there.
"--Is that so? Gods can only exist in our imagination."
He suddenly remembered the definition of God.
It possesses love, great power, kindness, and boundless gentleness, yet ultimately it is all nothingness.
In any case, humanity, which brought some salvation to itself, died long ago in the past.
"If I were a real god, even just a little Angel would be fine."
Once upon a time, she murmured, "More like the mother of God than the real God."
"That way, Charles, you can escape."
The next day, it rained again outside the City.
For some reason, it's been raining so much lately at Aoko Aozaki, something that's rarely seen before.
"... Is anyone there?"
Amidst the torrential rain, the surging Od caught the attention of Aoko Aozaki, who frowned as she watched the Magecraft unfold in the rain.
The heavy, oppressive air seemed to choke one's throat. Thick, dark clouds loomed overhead, making it almost impossible to see any light, with only countless blurry spots reflecting the desolate, seemingly inverted landscape.
"No, it's Noble Phantasm!"
The instant Alice realized this, a visible shockwave surged forth, tearing the falling raindrops in two and easily ripping apart a large curtain of rain, revealing the radiance of the Noble Phantasm standing tall in the darkness, swaying in the light.
Louis XVII's Noble Phantasm, Death's Redemption in the Mire Prison, can completely isolate the target from the outside world on both physical and Magecraft levels. As long as a human is caught within the range of this Noble Phantasm's effect, it will be impossible for them to seek help from the outside world, just like he himself.
Therefore, even the Familiar of the Alice were unable to rescue their master in time.
The plan was a success.
The Leatherworker's shadow was like that of Asura.
"Yes."
During the conversation, the Leatherworker picked up his needle and thread. He wanted to keep the unconscious Aoko Aozaki alive, to process her while she was still alive, hammering Brass rivets into her body, then carefully tanning it with Chromic Acid, and then sewing them together with needle and thread, so that she would know how painful it was to live in this world.
However, just as the Leatherworker was about to hammer in the Brass, the unconscious Aoko Aozaki suddenly woke up.
"How could this be!"
A spiral-shaped Od appeared in one of Aoko Aozaki's hands.
It's less like Od and more like the divine Divine Power of the deity itself.
Within the space of this Noble Phantasm, the Od that should have been under Louis's control merged tightly into one, rushing directly towards Louis and the Leatherworker.
Its power and precision far exceeded the expectations of the two men.
In their desperation, Magecraft defensive and offensive Magecraft they unleashed together were all deflected, and the two, sent flying, crashed into the prison wall.
Only then did they realize that Aoko Aozaki's hair had turned silver at some point.
"Long time no see, you two. Now we've caught you red-handed."
Since yesterday, Novia has been paying special attention to the two's whereabouts. Today, she discovered that they had sneaked out of the City. Without even thinking, she knew what they were up to, so she left Erice's body and came to Alice's body to prevent any unforeseen events.
"You--"
Before the Leatherworker could finish speaking, the space of Louis's Noble Phantasm trembled violently in the next instant.
"These aren't PLOYs."
Aoko Aozaki explained, "It's something else... it's an aura similar to that of Yagai Yukinobu."
Novia naturally understood that this was a shock from the Divine Aura.
The Yagai? Ōkuninushi? Kunitsukami... Could it have been Erice who did it?
Although Erice is currently unaware that she is a descendant of Izanami, her bloodline is quite evident. Furthermore, given that they are currently in a desolate area surrounded by the sea outside the City, coupled with the 'aura similar to that of Ōkuninushi's mentioned by Alice, it's inevitable that Novia would think of something Erice might master in the future—
The Heavenly Raft of Rama.
This Rama is not the Rama of India. He is the Sukunahikona, who, along with Ōkuninushi and arrived in the Tokoyo after parting the turbulent waves of the Present World, rode on a ship made of milkweed fruit (dried pods), also known as the Utsuro-bune.
The torrential rain continued outside the range of the Noble Phantasm, and the damp Gale was washing over the bodies of the PLOYs, who were panicked by the disappearance of their master. However, at this moment, they were all confused.
What happened again?
What exactly is it?
In an instant beyond comprehension, from the direction of the Izumo Japan of old Japan, an enormous ship traversed the rising sea level, crossed the wasteland where humans could hardly survive, and hurtled towards this place like a meteor, following a 'Magecraft bullet', slamming violently into Louis's Noble Phantasm Bounded Field.
The ship is so large that it feels more like a small City nearby than a ship.
Within seconds, the entire ship began to rock violently.
A trembling hand emerged from the boat. The girl, with her pink hair that looked like it was about to fall apart and her body was soaked through, had a golden horn on her forehead.
This person was Frankenstein, who was bored in London and wanted to travel to other City via Underground Routes, but was ambushed along the way.
"This... is Akihabara?"
At the same time, in her other hand she was holding Erice, who was unconscious but frantically spitting out white foam.
However, even for Fran, who was prone to yelling, she could manage to translate what the unknown dark-haired girl meant, albeit with some difficulty.
You bastard, you devil Demon King, die! I've only been here a few days and you've already been secretly hanging out with Miss Kuonji! What are you planning to do outside the City?! I hate guys like you the most! I never want to see you again! Die, die, die, die! I hate you so much...
Fran gave a subtle look.
Oh dear, it's a romantic entanglement. But this child... I'm afraid... are the rules in Japan now even allowing children this age? Or is it...?
"No matter what, cheating on someone is still such a scumbag. Fran feels so unfortunate. Sigh, how could he do that?"
She whispered this.
Fran, who had walked to the bow of the ship, activated the Freshwater System that Babbage had added to him.
She twisted the corner of her forehead as the water from her body dispersed in all directions.
Huh? What's this...?
I had a feeling that something was blocking the ship's path, and there was something strange ahead.
Although I can't express it in words right now, I have a feeling that stirs my heart.
Suddenly, Fran had this thought again.
Dad, I really wish you could contact me now that you're in a London prison, so I could show you that moment when Grandpa might actually appear. Wait, what if this child is actually talking about Grandpa...?
That's a different story, Fran's eyes seemed to say.
However, Fran also vaguely recalled two women who were very 'close' to his Grandpa: one with black hair and the other with blonde hair. He didn't know what hair Kuonji had, but this one had black hair.
"Ah, I remember now, since it's black hair..."
Fran smiled shyly, looking at Erice he had just lifted up.
"Yes, that's right, you must be that Rain God or something."
Chapter 487 Alice: You may be Demon King, but you're an idiot.
This morning, Erice walked out of the Old Humanity Lecture Hall in Akihabara.
The morning breeze in Akihabara carries the salty scent of the sea, mixed with the aroma of Synthetic Matcha wafting from vending machines along the street.
She had been in Akihabara for about four months. Having made a deal with the Demon King inside her, she had naturally worked hard to earn her credits, which earned her the privilege of attending the lecture hall once a month.
Walking through the streets of Akihabara, little Erice felt dizzy from the clothes worn by the people around her.
The crowds in the tourist City Akihabara were either wearing very short swimsuits or revealing casual clothes, which made Erice was wearing Black Leather Jacket over her casual clothes, feel too heavy. After all, not long ago, Shinjuku, where she was, was a place dominated by the Taisho style.
... No.
Erice changed her mind.
Akihabara is, after all, a coastal City, not a nostalgic City, so some differences are normal. In fact, in a more populated area, this is quite natural, even though the two places are only about a 20-minute train ride apart. Speaking of which...
The girl pondered earnestly, her feet moving forward as she gazed at the City Protection as Night Watch.
Why is the Demon King so quiet today?
While he can be well-behaved at times, he's usually the most disruptive student in class, constantly babbling on about various subjects, as if he thinks he's some kind of great Teacher. However, it's a fact that his tutoring has managed to get him a decent number of credits...
Erice secretly wondered, could it be that she was afraid after learning that she had become stronger? Was that why she had been silent for so long?
As she thought of this, the architecture of the Kuonji Western-Style Mansion came into view.
"Those who can't keep up with me, if they wallow in self-pity like this, it's quite fitting for your status Demon King."
Then, Erice pushed open the Great Gate with a mischievous smile. "After all, being too weak is a mistake. Oh well, I can accept it. Hmm, after thinking about it, it's not a bad idea to let you try out the Magic Bullet Shooter using my body. You can also learn about your own shortcomings and those of other stories through this. Try your best."
It's unclear whether Erice didn't completely hide the joy in her voice, or if she never intended to conceal it.
Unfortunately, the sound she wanted still didn't ring out.
Why aren't they coming out yet? They could at least say a few words...
In Erice's view, it didn't matter if the Demon King wanted to fight with her, because the most unbearable thing was not being able to see the person she wanted to see.
At this moment, she didn't know what to say, so she could only obediently lower her eyes, lying limply on the big tree in the front yard, as if she were sulking with her eyes closed. If Novia's voice were to sound at this moment, Erice would definitely cover her ears with her hands and shout loudly.
After leaning back for a while Erice extended her fair fingers and pressed them against the center of her chest, which was relatively full for her age.
In her view, this was a method she and the Demon King had agreed upon long ago, so she couldn't just not possess him now, could she? Besides, it wasn't impossible for her to remain silent after possessing him.
Then--
"Um?"
Erice blinked, realizing that there was still no change in her body, not even when her fingertips dug deep into her flesh through her clothes.
Immediately afterwards, Seven Ether-Body Bullets were loaded into the girl's Magic Circuits at an alarming speed.
Erice raised her left thumb forward, as if pulling a trigger, and slowly tapped it. A visible blast of air rolled up in the front yard of the Kuonji Western-Style Mansion, heading straight upwards before flowing out of the City.
The sunlight filtering through the tree canopy cast dappled shadows on Erice's face. Her shoulders trembled as she gritted her teeth, her breath coming out of her nostrils becoming extremely heavy. Even the five fingers of her drooping right hand dug deeply into the bark, fine wood chips mixed with cold sweat sticking to her palm.
"South... when did it escape to the outskirts of the City? And... who is it with...?"
For a fleeting moment, Erice suddenly thought of Aoko Aozaki, because among the people she knew, it seemed that only she habitually ventured beyond the City to survey the blocked skies...
But how could Kuonji be with that Demon King? No, how could that Demon King sneak into someone else's body? Isn't it only me who can do it? Aren't I the only one for him...?
Erice's thoughts on the New Era flashed through her mind once again.
She has no Servant, has lost her parents, and has no one in this era who can accept her. Even if she continues to live, she will never be able to accept this New Era, and the New Era will not accept her either... All she has are the Evil Spirit that torment her and the 'Demon King' who has been with her for a long time.
The thought of losing everything fills me with unbearable fear.
Erice stiffly turned her tense body, forcing herself to walk towards the edge of the City. At the same time, the bullet in her hand did not disappear but remained.
Each time this bullet is fired, its accuracy and impact force increase. If the seventh bullet is fired, even the shooter herself Erice, will suffer a recoil injury equivalent to being hit by the bullet. Since the first bullet can only temporarily determine that the Demon King is outside Akihabara, Erice plans to find out exactly where the Demon King is now, even if she uses all seven bullets.
Even though leaving the City permission is a 'criminal act,' Erice didn't care. However, she was still rational enough not to directly break through the City's defense system, since she didn't have the strength to deal with so many Servant.
Therefore, she chose to jump into the sea and intend to swim out.
However, in Erice extreme Wrath, Erise forgot one thing: she didn't seem to be a very good swimmer.
The salty waves rushed into her mouth and nose, seawater soaked her clothes, and her long black hair floated before her eyes like jellyfish tentacles. In that instant, in a fit of extreme Wrath, Erice realized that she had made a fatal mistake: she didn't seem to be a very good swimmer.
"Waaah..."
The sea breeze blowing from the ocean swayed her struggling black hair, and her aura of the Yomi echoed on the calm sea. Her 'Divine Aura' rode the sea breeze and crashed into the waves, shattering into countless pieces.
Why are there so many of these in Akihabara? It's not like I haven't seen them on the beach before.
Now that things have come to this, Erice regrets not having asked the Demon King to teach her how to swim.