Chapter 476
On the other hand, the long-haired Erice was full of admiration, crossing her arms and nodding involuntarily. Her light blue eyes were fixed on the silver -Alice as she said, "You two are really serious. Even I'm having a hard time keeping up. Compared to ordinary Servant, it's a completely different world. But that's what makes you special."
"Yes, yes, because the foundation upon which we appeared could be considered a fantasy."
Jeanne d'Arc Alter Lily puffed out her little cheeks, "So you said thank you? Me, the grown-up."
"Just shut up about this..."
Afterwards, the silver -Alice and the Jeanne d'Arc Alter agreed to contact each other again at another time, and then the three of them left the reception room of Scotland Yard. Novia thought that things should not develop in a similar way, but as she was walking, she was secretly patted on the shoulder by the Erice.
"Any hostility directed at us will be completely eliminated by the weapons I received from my mother..."
What was said was a replica of the divine artifact 'Amenonuhoko', capable of stirring up spacetime, deducing and calculating its structure, and causing everything contained in the object space, such as its structure, quality, meaning, and destiny, to return to its Primordial Chaos. In fact, the previous Heavenly Raft of Rama had already shrunk into a small tag in Erice's hands, but she was unaware of it.
"You mean Divine Servant Nzambi...?"
Fran asked this question.
Divine Servant are formed when the great gods of the mythological era descended to earth with a portion of their divine souls. Even though there are countless Servant in Marseille Mosaic City, divine Servant are extremely rare; a City might not even have one. I have never heard of any Servant from Japan Mythology appearing among them.
However, Erice, knew one person: her mother Izanami.
Five years have passed since then, and in Tokyo, which was not yet known as the Underworld, everything was developing in an orderly manner.
"... Is this all you're after?"
He shielded his mother, his voice filled with resentment as he looked at the figure standing atop Tokyo Tower.
Wrath.
Erice, could feel this emotion lingering in her mother's chest, an astonishing heat so intense it was unbelievable that it was the God of the Underworld.
That Wrath was enough to burn away even Erice, who was only reminiscing about her at that moment, from the depths of her blood.
"In the end, Yam didn't achieve her goal."
The Death God of Canaan breathed from his lips.
"He aspired to be the Eternal Exalted One, but failed to reach him. The glory that man carried from the Father God vanished miserably, and all that remains is me, merely claiming orthodoxy, bleeding in ugly humiliation day after day."
His eyes reflected the past.
The Sea Prince was Throne, and Baal established his kingdom. Mot killed Baal and reigned for seven years. Baal, who was later resurrected, waged war against Mot with the help of the gods. Mot was briefly defeated, but he did not submit and remained Baal's mortal enemy.
This practice was considered a 'sabbatical year' in Canaan, meaning that the land was allowed to rest for one year every seven years, which is called 'seven lean years' in the Bible.
Even if Mot submits, it is only because the Canaan Sun Goddess, judge among the gods, Savior of mankind, and Mot's sister Shapash- El will punish him, that he chooses to submit to Baal.
"What a tragedy! But death, world, all living beings, your New Canaan has arrived."
He whispered.
Mot's strength needs no explanation; having once ascended the Throne of Canaan, he naturally possesses combat power worthy of Chief God.
"Mot, this is the land I stand on. Even if you are indeed strong, you absolutely cannot eliminate me in the City."
Regardless of their Servant, Servants will benefit from the land where their legends are passed down, receiving considerable blessings.
Izanami, the God of the Underworld, is the 'mother' of this land and, in a sense, the reason for the birth of the Three Noble Children. Even the Chief God of other pantheons dare not easily assert that they can easily defeat her in Japan.
Then--
"You are still too 'young,' Izanami, the creator of this nation."
Mot paused here.
The sound of deep breathing could be heard.
He exhaled and then slowly inhaled.
As if something was coming from all directions, Erice's memories were temporarily interrupted, but only for a moment.
The wind picked up again, and the prosperous Tokyo vanished in an instant, revealing a desolate wasteland. Izanami, located at the foot of Tokyo Tower, along with the Tokyo Tower itself, Buddha Statue twisted and crushed as if punished by a divine fist, exposing a pitiful state.
However, there was no pungent smell of blood... or rather, not even the smell of blood remained.
Nearly killed by the attack, Izanami stared directly at the aloof Mot: "Even so, I cannot hand over my child."
"Oh dear, did it really turn out like this?"
Mot sighed, "If it's a choice between the two, you, as the source, are naturally much better than the child. Although you're about to die, the fact that you managed to get away with it shows you have some strength. If it were me, it would probably take some effort."
"I just didn't expect you to be able to get in touch with... Oh well, I didn't win either. It would have been better if I had won, but I had to resort to that kind of trickery."
A pitiful figure appeared Izanami responded, "Then, let's settle this appropriately."
The so-called "severance" was to delay Mot, allowing Erice's father to make Erice drink the Waters of Forgetfulness to forget her memories, thereby forgetting the divinity of the God of the Underworld.
Therefore, despite Erice's words that "any hostility must be completely eliminated," she actually understands that even her mother, Izanami, was defeated in an instant, so how could she possibly have any hope of success... she sees absolutely no hope.
At this moment, in the eyes of the silver -Alice Yuzhu, Erice, no longer had the dissatisfied attitude she had just displayed. Instead, she seemed very worried, like an unfilial daughter who had caused her family a lot of trouble.
Therefore, Novia smiled through the body of the Alice, as if trying to soothe her unease.
"You look scared? Observing the enemy's strength and judging when to stop is also part of my duty as the Demon King. If the situation is truly dangerous beyond my capabilities, I might step in to shield you from harm and ensure your safe escape, Erice."
"What did you say, Demon King! How could you do this?!"
Upon hearing this, the long-haired Erice approached the silver- Alice Ari, causing Novia to blink.
"Isn't this possible...?"
"Of course not! How could you, a dead man, dare to... It's only natural to do something so cool! You usually seem so smart, but sometimes you act like an idiot—"
But, but, I like it even more now!
At this moment, Erice, with her long hair, was preoccupied with thoughts of the Demon King.
The sounds my body made after not using it for a day sounded different from before. Even though the face belonged to someone else, a woman at that, it still exuded an extremely calm and composed aura, melting away something tense within me. Damn it, damn it, damn it! That's the inviolable realm of the Yomi! What is that incomprehensible, damned Demon King doing?! Shouldn't he be possessing me to say such things?!
Suddenly, Erice stopped in her tracks, tightly gripping the hand of the silver- Alice, and grabbing the left hand that held the Command Spell.
"... Remember, you must take me with you sometime."
Her voice was like the resounding tolling of a ship's bell, announcing the arrival of some Future moment.
In Erice's heart, the sails that were originally drooping limply were now fully unfurled by the heavy unease and the tailwind called challenge.
Fran felt like he had seen this scene in a book before.
Ah, I remember now, in Japan Mythology, Izanami, who was going to the Yomi, probably said the same thing to Izanachi at the beginning.
The long-haired Erice continued, "... Where are we going next?"
"Let's go to the Clock Tower first and see James Moriarty."
The gods of every pantheon in the world have long known that the era of the gods will one day come to an end.
Therefore, many Deity did not slack off in preparing for that era. Although many Deity resisted, overall, the transition was smooth, and the throne of Primate was transferred in a very wise manner—with minimal damage.
Everyone takes it for granted that they will disappear, that they will leave behind only a legacy, and that they will give everything away to the next person without hesitation, even being forgotten in their existence. The current state is just the beginning, and they will probably be forgotten even more in the future.
The foolish statement, "How could there possibly be Deity?", will probably only be seriously uttered by someone in a world after the Age of Gods has ended.
What a brilliant, selfless, and magnificent sacrifice this was! Anyone who knew would surely think so.
However, there was one Deity who could never understand, could never comprehend, this disordered goodwill.
Although it has only just begun, the world will develop in an even more tragic way because of this. The Deity who once helped each other will kill each other and plot against each other. Even their descendants will hate each other for a long time. If you want to talk about cruelty, there is nothing more cruel than this.
Grief, humiliation, regret, resentment and loss, bloodshed and scorched earth, betrayal and revenge.
A series of costly and futile efforts yielded no results.
Deity are the same, and so are humans.
Anything containing immense potential, along with that potential, will be destroyed by the great furnace of the world itself. Everything contains elements that will one day cause life to perish; in other words, it is the fault of one's own making. People or gods, regardless of their country or pantheon, are all one's own children.
Therefore, in this new world, we must eliminate all sorrow and all worries so that all children can be happy.
At least, that's what He thought.
Those were Deity who existed long before Izanami and Izanagi created the nation.
The Kotoamatsukami, distinct from the Kunitsukami and Ami-gami pantheons.
The Three Creation Deities, Seven Generations of the Age of Gods--
At the beginning of the separation of heaven and earth, the first in the world, the master of the center of the Universe, the root of the Universe, rooted in the Holy Grail System of the New Era, who once joined forces with Mot, the original god of the origin of Japan Mythology - Ame-no-Minakanushi.
Chapter 494 has been delivered.
Heading out of central London into the suburbs, after a short distance, you'll find a peculiar little town.
Perhaps due to the intermittent nature of modernization, the old and new buildings are unnaturally intertwined, giving the impression of a redundant and pieced-together area – this was the location of the Clock Tower before it was dismantled.
At first glance, it appears to be a small town consisting of more than forty student dormitories and more than one hundred teaching buildings. The original school building, the Clock Tower, stands in the center of the town. All the basic Academy are disguised as universities, and the other smaller Academy are disguised as university facilities, each with its own neighborhood.
The Clock Tower, disguised as a university, and the Spiral Hall, disguised as a museum, are both mysterious efforts made to maintain secrecy. However, with the advent of the New Era of Fr, the Clock Tower, due to internal strife, ultimately disbanded this two-thousand-year-old organization, starting with the Leidenfrost Family who developed the Holy Grail Elimination Tournament.
This place has now been used by the London authorities to imprison 'disruptive' individuals or Servant.
In the highest floor of the original school building, Moriarty, a notorious villain in London, was imprisoned.
His gray hair, indifferent light-colored eyes, and a certain Sorrow that seemed out of place with all of that left a deep impression.
"I see. I was wondering why so many people came to see me. So Sherlock Holmes really is dead. What a misfortune. I'm telling you the truth. You came here to ask me if I was involved in something, right? But I really wasn't! I don't know anything!"
Moriarty stared at the watermarked file with an extremely Sorrow look in his eyes, an ashtray beside him, a cigarette between his fingers.
"How dare someone attack Sherlock Holmes in London! Do they think they're disrespecting us? I strongly suggest I be sent into action; I will find this criminal!"
Then, the silver -Alice sitting in front of him spoke.
"Actually, just now, a guy who looks exactly like you appeared in front of Scotland Yard, Moriarty."
"Tsk."
Upon hearing this, Moriarty grinned in disgust. "I've already said it, I'm innocent. Seven Years Ago, I was forcibly separated and used as a scapegoat by the evil Moriarty. Now that he's out, can he let me go home and see little Fran?"
Permanent confinement—that was the punishment London authorities imposed on Moriarty.
However, judging from the two cases that have recently occurred in London, some Servant and humans feel that Moriarty should be used to solve everything first, and then used as a substitute until Sherlock Holmes is resummoned.
"You always manage to do some really bad things and come up with all sorts of weird names."
"I've heard of my nickname, 'The Napoleon of Crime'."
Moriarty smiled without any attempt to hide it. "However, I have no reason to deny it. Think about it, the Steam King obsessed with science, the 'Eve' created by him, as the leader of an evil organization—don't you think such a description is fitting?"
"Isn't there some talk that you're a supervillain who was suddenly introduced from nowhere?"
"That's slander! It's just that Sherlock Holmes omitted a lot of my details when he told Arthur Conan Doyle. Would you like to hear my explanation, Ms. Kuonji?"
"If you want to talk, I'm happy to listen."
This young lady named Aoko Aozaki is a good person.
Unwittingly, during such a conversation, the professor of 'goodness' came to this conclusion.
In fact, the good professor is the real Moriarty himself, and he has even completely brainwashed himself for this purpose. Sherlock Holmes once thought that he was incapable of giving up everything to act, but now, in his current state, he has managed to give up everything to act for a single purpose.
The topics Moriarty discussed with the silver- Alice were nothing more than trivial matters about his life with Fran, or some minor, insignificant cases.
For some reason, Moriarty found Kuonji, who was quietly listening to him and calmly staring at his Kuonji, to be very dazzling. It wasn't that he was interested, but rather a kind of nostalgia that even Moriarty couldn't explain.
Then, it was Silver -Alice's turn to ask Moriarty a question.
"I heard from Fran that she had a Grandpa named Faria?"
"Faria...?"
Moriarty's brows furrowed slightly. "Actually, no, he's not that important to me, I guess. But since Fran brought it up, I'll say something about him. After all, I'm the leader of an evil organization, and he's not higher than me, nor is he some behind-the-scenes leader. He's just a nobody."
That happened several hundred years ago.
In his youth and in his old age, he preferred the quiet streets, though he also had his share of troubles back then.
Still a university student, he was not yet at a loss about which path to take. He was excellent, James Moriarty was exceptionally excellent, so even going to the Clock Tower to study and become even better was feasible—that's what he thought.
However, James Moriarty ultimately failed to enter the Clock Tower for a simple reason: he merely wanted to see more of the world. Thus, he encountered a certain man while pondering whether he could gain something from the evil people imprisoned there.
Not as an excellent Priest, nor as a well-known celebrity.
But in that setting and with that scenery, he felt that the other person's expression was like that of a philosopher.