Chapter 504

"Listen, Tiamat's mother, don't let my appearance fool you, I'm actually quite happy. Someone actually said she's my mother, and even has the same blue hair as me. How could anyone not be touched? But you always misunderstand me... Really, it really hurts me..."

"Waaaaah, no! I hate Mother..."

It was obvious that Tiamat was struggling to cope. If Novia hadn't been there, she might have burst into tears. So when Novia felt Tiamat's trembling body, Novia glanced at Rushana.

Where do you feel pain?

"Wow, you're not even really my Teacher, yet you're talking to me like that... But that's another matter. Right now, I'm feeling really upset."

Upon hearing this, Rushana raised his head, a smile playing on his lips. "But I can't show it on my face. However, Mother Tiamat, I'm not upset anymore. I know I was wrong. You are the Creator God of Mesopotamia, and ever since I met you, I've known you are a wonderful mother."

"My mother was slightly moved. She said, 'That's how it is with Rushana... He's a good child, definitely. Hehehe, he's been respected.'"

Tiamat, aren't you... a little too naive?

Erice suspects that Tiamat was tricked into becoming a Servant Novia. How Mesopotamia Primordial Mother Goddess be so naive? She seems like she'd agree to do anything strange if someone suggested it.

Regardless, Erice shook her head helplessly as she followed behind.

I should have known better than to come. I should have left with Chitose instead, so I wouldn't have to endure this inexplicable display of affection here.

Erice sighed subconsciously and continued walking into the shop. At a table diagonally opposite the group, a very conspicuous female Servant was silently standing there. Since she was the only Servant there before Novia and the others arrived, Erice slightly shifted her body from the chair to look at her.

The person's skin was as pale as porcelain, lacking vitality. She had a head of fluffy, wavy long hair, and although Long Robe was taller than Circe, she was still quite petite. Although her hair was embroidered with geometric patterns, unfortunately, Erice's knowledge was insufficient to pinpoint the cultural origin of these patterns.

"Egypt."

Oh dear, this is terrible.

Before Eri could answer Novia's pointed Erice, she realized that the Servant was also staring straight at her.

Beneath this Servant's cloak are a pair of sharp yellow eyes with deep dark circles.

Erice initially guessed that it might be because of her curious gaze that made her uncomfortable, or perhaps she already knew about the bad reputation she had as Death God. However, it seemed that neither of these was the case. The Servant's gaze was not directed at her, but at Rushana, who was standing beside her with his hands supporting his chin and his eyes shining as he looked at Novia.

Then, a woman with dark circles under her eyes stood by the table and stared at Rushana as if she were examining a specimen in a museum.

"A strange person is coming..."

Erice said in a suspicious tone.

"You... if my calculations are correct... you are the one who suddenly appeared thirty days ago, the one with unparalleled mystery... Am I right?"

Her voice, though cold, subtly carried intense emotion.

"Yes, that's right—I am indeed Vairocana Buddha, but I am currently in a state of having lost Buddha-Mind and the fruit of Buddhahood."

Lu Sheye was not intimidated at all and answered her directly.

"... Buddha? Can Buddha become Servant? But anyway, you're essentially the last Servant —whether you chose it or not."

"Last one? You mean Rushana was the last Servant? But that was the day Mother appeared a month ago too."

Tiamat said with a puzzled tone, "Right, we came that day too, Novia."

"... Hmm? Two? How is that possible? The calculations can't be wrong. There can't be two; there can only be one... And... who is Mother? Ah..."

At this moment, the woman with dark circles under her eyes seemed to realize how sudden her actions had been.

Not only did Rushana stare at her incredulously, but she also seemed to notice the speechless Novia, Tiamat, and Erice.

She suddenly covered her flushed cheeks, pulled down her hood, and shrank back—

Her name was Euclid.

Chapter 519 The New Emperor

Euclid was a famous Mathematician and astronomer in the AD Greek.

Speaking of the English pronunciation of "Euclid," it has practically become synonymous with geometry. As wise men who laid the foundation for knowledge in the ancient world, philosophers have "Plato," scientists have "Archimedes," and Mathematician will bring up the name "Euclid," a point that I believe no one would disagree with.

Unrelated to military matters, Servant of pure Mathematician are already very rare, and more importantly—

As far Erice Foreigner, there is only one Class in the entire Marseille right now: the Demon King, whose whereabouts are unknown. And Euclid in front of her is not only Foreigner, but also a woman... The Euclid in historical records should be male, but it seems that she is female now.

Because they caused immense damage to both sides in the previous World War, the few Servant of the Foreigner class have always been considered symbols of calamity, and people avoid them like the plague.

Novia then generously invited Euclid to sit down.

He was also puzzled because, under normal circumstances, Euclid in the Fr World should be managing the Alexandria Library in the city of Tama, not in the Underworld Tokyo.

"... Of course I've heard of a 'Death God' Servant specializes in hunting Servants, but I never expected it to be a young girl like you. Don't worry, I'm completely harmless."

"This..."

Erice remained wary and cautiously replied, "It depends on what kind of person the Master is."

In Erice's view, the aura emanating from Euclid was different from the fear or cold fighting spirit naturally emanating from Heroic Spirit. That unknown aura gave people goosebumps all over, as if clear rationality and Chaos passion were intertwined and coexisted, giving people a very strange feeling.

What is this oppressive feeling...? Is this... the majesty of a king...?

Of Servant Erice has fought in the past, the one whose atmosphere is closest to this one is the one that feels the most right now.

However, Erice also keenly noticed that the strange sense of oppression emanating from Euclid disappeared after he saw Novia.

"... You must be a middle school student. Why aren't you going to school? That's not good."

Being confronted like this, especially by a scholar of this field, made Erise, who already held some respect for her, Erice somewhat apprehensive and shrink back. At this moment, Novia spoke up for her in a very honest way—or rather, revealed Erice's secrets.

"Because Erice, she doesn't like going to school."

"... Wait, Novia, wait a minute..."

Erice didn't think she hated studying; she just wasn't used to being with a kind classmate who treated her like a toy. Especially since this guy was so clueless! She'd told him to stay away, and she'd just clearly refused him, so why was he still clinging to her like this...?

At the same time, Euclid, looking at Erice, frowned, greatly surprised, and said with trembling lips:

"Is that so...? It's not Euclid at all..."

Erice originally thought she would be scolded in this situation, but instead she became listless and dejected, even timidly turning over the strawberries with her fork.

"Hey~ Is anyone home, Euclid? I'm telling Euclid, do you really need to feel guilty about this?"

With an air of detachment, Rushana cheerfully encouraged Euclid, saying, "It's true that education has been neglected, and life's Teacher are very important."

"... Your real name is 'Rushana,' right? Well then, let me introduce myself as well."

As Euclid spoke, he removed his hood, revealing his face, which was that of a somewhat mature young woman. She was quite slender, and her eyes, which were not very attractive to begin with, looked as if she was angry 24 hours a day.

"I am Euclid, Servant of the Foreigner class. I currently work as a librarian in a Library in Tama. I don't know if you've heard of me, but Alexander is what I'm known as among the common people, and it's also the name of the largest Library in Marseille Mosaic City. I help edit textbooks there, or assist in answering inquiries from Library visitors."

"I see, Alexander... the one from Egypt?"

Erice finally Alexander the question that had been lingering in her mind, "Where did the Pope Novia, go after meeting Claudius?"

Because of Lucius, her martial arts teacher, Erice was quite familiar with the little stories about Novia that he told her over and over again. She remembered that Alexander was, in Lucius's words, the first love of the First Pope... it seemed to be unrequited love? Anyway, it didn't work out, and she was also a girl who was like Mathematician.

"Yes, but in my time, Alexander was governed by Ptolemy, not the Roman Empire or Lord Novia..."

The somber Mathematician sighed, "I know absolutely nothing about this, so if a believer wants to know anything from me, I really don't know."

"By the way, Xiao Ou."

Rushana wanted to understand the true meaning behind her seemingly prophetic words, so he leaned forward and asked, "What did you mean by 'last Servant '?"

"Mother, I'm curious too."

Upon hearing this, the gloomy Mathematician swallowed the half-eaten strawberry in his mouth and continued:

"... Actually, a few days ago, a medical professional related to obstetrics and gynecology Servant to see me. He said that recently, there have been a series of cases in Marseille Mosaic City where newborns Servant should have been summoned have not appeared in the Present World."

As you all know, since the founding of Marseille Mosaic City, there has been a certain probability of these symptoms occurring. However, in the past month, the number of cases has surged. Although no major problems have occurred yet, statistically speaking, this situation is very abnormal, especially—

In Servant, there has not been a single report of the Servant's return...

Servant loss, as the name suggests, means that the Master loses their Servant.

However, as long as you are in Marseille Mosaic City, you can summon Servant again. Although it is impossible to summon the same Servant as before, you can indeed summon them again. The time it takes to summon again varies from person to person. Some people can do it the next day, while others have to wait a year.

"I see, this is very unusual."

"Hmm, this is very abnormal."

Euclid said, "Given such a large number of participants, this is simply impossible. If we also consider the emergence of new Servants, in other words, the current situation is that since a certain point in time, no Servant have accepted summons in Marseille Mosaic City. That makes more sense."

"So, Little Ou, then I'm the last Servant?"

"That was my initial intuition, but..."

Euclid stared at Rushana beside him and the two people opposite him. His already lifeless face grew even more somber as he muttered unfamiliar words to himself.

"Ugh, how annoying... This isn't Euclid at all... Ia Ia... BulgtomFugtragurn..."

Indeed, the Outer God associated with Euclid, the Foreigner, is Hastur, the King in Yellow, who is the same person as North Star Myōken Bodhisattva in the Mi sect of Buddhism. Mi sect Buddhism is a system that takes the Savior One, the Dharmakaya Mahavairocana Buddha, Dainichi Nyorai the supreme and fundamental Buddha. Therefore, it can be said that Rushana is the boss of Myōken Bodhisattva.

This may explain why the oppressive aura emanating from Euclid disappeared in the presence of Novia and Rushana.

This meeting with Euclid also gave Novia some ideas about the current Marseille Mosaic City, because R'lyeh is a non-Euclidean geometric City, while Marseille Mosaic City is all neat and orderly...

Suddenly.

Euclid pointed at Novia, as if talking to himself.

"Here we go again? Hmph, it's nothing, Mathematician's intuition is very important! And my friend, even I can sense that you're different. I can't sense any of the Od of your cute little Servant, and neither of you belongs to the Holy Grail War's format. Perhaps there's some factor that makes you and Rushana attracted to each other?"

"That's it! Truly a great Mathematician! He has such a keen eye for recognizing his Teacher!"

"I am Mathematician, don't be so polite, please give me a few more compliments!"

Rushana nodded, showing great admiration, and Euclid beamed with joy at the sight.

Erice felt that what she said made sense. Although Euclid was just Mathematician's Heroic Spirit, as Servant, she was indeed part of Magecraft, and her thought process did not necessarily conform to any logic or rationality.

Moreover, Alexander is located in Egypt, and Euclid may have even had some contact with Atlas Institute.

"By the way, Erice, did the person who named you know Greek?"

"... Huh?"

Erice looked at Euclid, who had transformed from a gloomy Mathematician into a cheerful young lady, with a puzzled expression. She wasn't quite sure who had named her; she had had this name since she could remember, that is, since she met Chitose, so she shook her head.

"I don't think so."

"Oh, then never mind."

"... What's wrong? I'm curious about why you're acting this way."

Although Erice intended to agree with Euclid's topic, she also realized the budding curiosity within her.

"It's nothing serious, it's just the pronunciation of your name, Erice-- "

"Pronounce?"

Before Euclid could finish speaking, Erice interrupted her instinctively.

She vaguely remembered that during the Holy Grail Elimination Tournament when she was eight years old, when she finally won the championship against Jue Karna, the Demon King had said the same thing to her.

"The sound of my name evokes the land where heroes reside after death; its formal name would be Elysium, but in French, éLyséEs means the same thing as Elysium."

After hearing Erice's fluent explanation, Euclid hesitated before speaking:

"... I never expected that a middle school student who skips school all the time would know these things. This is so unlike Euclid."

"... because someone told me."

"Oh? Did the person who told you about the Champs-Élysées Avenue in France? The original French word Champs-Élysées means 'the blissful Pure Land where heroes return after passing through the Arc de Triomphe.'"

Upon hearing this, Erice, leaning back in her chair, gave a bitter smile, "He... is no longer here, so he never said that."

"Is he— Erice, your father?"

"No, he was a guy who died a long time ago."

"... I'm sorry, but if you have the chance, you can ask Bonaparte about the details."

Euclid could tell from Erice's poor performance that the Demon King was very important to her, probably Servant or something similar.

"I will, and I will study hard at school, Euclid."

The girl, who had been talking non-stop, suddenly looked gloomy. Although she had a smile on her face, there was a hint of loneliness in her eyes.

"Erice is just a middle school student, it's already quite impressive that she knows this much, Euclid."

"Ah..."

Euclid trembled at Novia's words, immediately lowering his head timidly, "I... I'm sorry, it's my fault. You... you really did a great job, please forgive me, Death God, thank you for your forgiveness..."