Chapter 516

Although she looked pitiful, Erise's ears turned red Erice made her appear quite naive for her age. If she was confused because she didn't do this often, it made people smile even more. Rushana and Tiamat exchanged a glance.

But.

"... Wouldn't this happen if we didn't hold the Kanda Festival?"

Shrine Priest A Xiu was no fool. She had now realized that Taira no Masakado, Protection her for so long, had disappeared. Moreover, although nothing seemed amiss in Tokyo Tower and the outskirts of Tokyo, the indescribable turmoil was impossible for anyone who knew Magecraft to hide.

Affected by the Tokyo incident, the girl, who had been confined for ten years, witnessed the strange changes around her and became increasingly pessimistic. She felt that she no longer had the right to uphold the value of the Kanda Festival, and that she was no longer qualified. For a child, this despair even made her contemplate suicide.

"It's all my fault. I was too stubborn. If I hadn't been so determined, things wouldn't have turned out like this. I'm sorry, Erice, I'm sorry, Rushana, I'm sorry, Theia-- "

However, even though Novia is gone, her worst time will be over, because...

"It was just an accident, it doesn't mean it was caused by your Kanda Festival, Xiaoxiu. I absolutely don't agree with that!"

A sliver of light shone on Tiamat's smile, making her, as the Mother of Creation, exude remarkable maternal instincts even in her infancy.

Rushana agreed, saying, "It's normal for strange things to happen in a place called Underworld Tokyo, but that doesn't mean it's wrong to hold a festival! It's more accurate to say that those who want to stop the festival are at fault!"

"But I don't think it's appropriate to hold a festival so openly under these circumstances."

Erice, her ears still burning red, wanted to raise her hand, but she felt this outfit was likely to expose her too much; she really didn't know how Chitose managed to control herself...

"What are you talking about, Eri? You're Death God, I'm Buddha, Tiamat is the Primordial Mother Goddess. If we give it our all, there'll always be a way!"

"That's right, Mom, I will Protection the children! Now, the older kids Protection the younger kids too!"

Tiamat started confidently, but became hesitant with her second sentence, "Dad will Protection the children, as long as you don't make him angry..."

Erice murmured, "Full power... full power...?"

"It's alright, Erise, Tiamat's mother, Lushena, and the older brother and Stigmata who just left. If my stubbornness causes you to fall into discord and entanglement, that would be wrong. Besides, Masakado has disappeared, so I must take out my Command Seals in time and give them to the next person who wants to protect Kanda Shrine to summon Masakado and continue to protect Tokyo."

You mean...?

Upon hearing Erice gasped, her pupils shrinking as she stared at the young-looking girl.

How could she not know what such a statement meant? It was the kind of talk that only came from Magecraft families who stubbornly pursued the idea of Servant or Inheritance, viewing children as 'pure mediums and seed bodies'.

In Marseille Mosaic City, citizens do not need a catalyst to summon their Servant; they are assigned the most suitable Servant according to the Holy Grail. However, people can still summon specific targets by using a "catalyst" Ritual.

On the surface, this is illegal, but in reality, stores that sell catalysts are always busy with customers and do very good business.

Extending from such illegal activities, some Master and Servant may become criminals who threaten the safety of the town. In the past Erice and the Demon King have also fought against several such Master and Servant.

Because of the fear that the summoned Servant cannot be summoned again, such Magecraft families will remove and seal or transplant the Command Spell after their child has summoned a suitable Servant. In this way, the Servant and the Servant can be passed on to the Servant Master. The person whose Command Spell are taken away will die.

Only Erice and A Xiu knew such a cruel secret; as for Rushana and Tiamat, Erice didn't want them to know either.

"If that's your idea, I won't stop you."

Erice suddenly found this little girl terrifying, as if she were some kind of strange, unapproachable creature. Her conduct and behavior were so upright, so upright that it was almost twisted, but Erice saw herself in her. She kept saying that she was using force to maintain the peace of the city, but in reality, she was just trying to hide her cowardice. Her past as a 'Death God' was a heavy burden that made it difficult for her to move forward.

"This is the best way for Kanda Shrine, after all, I am Miko."

Although their conversation was an encrypted dialogue befitting New Era Magecraft, Tiamat, while only vaguely understanding it, could still sense the girl's suicidal intent... This, this absolutely cannot be...

Water droplets fell onto the Phoenix Palanquin, and tears rolled down Tiamat's cheeks as her eyes widened.

"Um, Tiamat, I'm not your child... so please don't suddenly cry."

"How could I not cry! Am I that weak?! Why are you doing this?! Whether it's you, Erice, or Rushana, they are all my children, even if we've only known each other for a short time. If you children can be safe and happy, I feel happier than ever! I hate you! I hate you naughty children who do bad things on your own! I'm going to ask Daddy to wipe you all clean, so I can stop seeing you and stop worrying!"

Erice looked at the group and fell into deep thought.

Unlike Tiamat, her tears weren't for her own Sorrow, but rather because she genuinely felt A Xiu's insistence, a result of a mother's love for her child.

I am not like Rushana; I do not possess her selfless love. I have always believed that love should be equal and reciprocal.

I'm just too timid; I can't dedicate myself to my so-called mission like Shrine Priest A Xiu.

Suddenly, Erice looked down at A Xiu —no, at the three of them, all filled with 'love'—and felt an indescribable flutter in her heart. She squeezed out a question:

"Um, A Xiu, why do you insist on holding the Kanda Festival? I've always wanted to ask you this. You're the only one in all of Tokyo, even if you're the Miko Inheritance tradition of Kanda Shrine, what's the point of doing all this now...?"

The question is very simple.

Therefore, A Xiu gave Erice a completely sincere and heartfelt answer.

"Because I promised my friend."

She answered with a very calm and gentle smile on her face.

"It's that simple: I want to personally and wholeheartedly organize a Kanda Festival."

Erice suddenly realized that the little girl in front of her seemed to be very similar to herself. Before she met the Demon King, she was always sad and upset, but the strongest feeling was loneliness. No one paid attention to her, no one really cared about her, and everyone pitied her excessively. It was a kind of despair that was more terrifying than death.

Young, lonely children always long for someone to care about them.

"From a stability standpoint, your reasons for doing this are extremely short-sighted..."

Erice sighed and said, "But the three of us here, including Chitose who left and Novia, aren't the kind of people who would refuse to hear those kinds of things."

Of course, if the Demon King were still alive, he would probably jump out and contradict me, saying, "What kind of dream are you having? I'm rejecting it outright!" But that would only be on purpose.

"Wow, Eri, you're amazing right now! You're such a cool Death God Reaper! The contrast between you and your previous Eri is so striking!"

"That's enough!"

In short, things seemed to have temporarily calmed down, Kanda Festival was heading towards its end, only at the end of the route—

The solemn chimes from the clock tower resounded through the sky.

In front of the bell tower that seems to have sprung up out of nowhere stands a magnificent Sacrificial Altar.

Countless golden candlesticks were placed around the Sacrificial Altar, each holding a lit candle. The faint air currents moved like breathing, swaying with mysterious light and shadow, while the Melody of the organ and the pure, elegant voices of the choir poured out from the mouths of men and women.

"Let us praise the Lord, Hallelujah!"

"Holy, holy, all that is done is for the glory of God."

The man and woman were none other than John, the Tokyo Night Watch, and his Servant Cleopatra, whom the others had met earlier.

"You..."

Erice frowned slightly. "Why are you here?"

Everything in the world belongs to the Lord.

John gave Erice a Perfection smile. "Utsumi Erice is destined to become the Poimandres, and so are you."

Rotten chains and sharp spikes rose up.

With fluid footwork, Little Mher threw punches at Novia from both sides.

Collision.

The deafening roar echoed repeatedly, shaking even the world.

Lightning bolts collide with each other, creating a balance.

Simultaneously, propelled by the powerful force emanating from Little Mher, chains and spikes hurtled towards Novia from all directions.

"No wonder she's afraid to see anyone, she's just a little girl."

"Damn it! How hateful!"

Little Mher's dull, murky blue eyes held a Godslaying madness as he roared:

"The glory of the Sasun in this world was so great! It's all because of you, you hypocrite! How hateful! I hate you! I hate you so much! Kill! I will kill you with my own hands! Whether you are the one who exploits us and Sasun us as amusement, then discards us like trash when you're done with us! Or the hypocritical god who Sasun superficially redeems us while constantly manipulating our Fate! I will kill you and all your Angel without exception! You will experience my long-held resentment in my Wrath! Jehovah!"

The god had once told her when she was young and searching for her father, "No problem, you can do it."

Just those words stopped her hands from trembling.

"So please, let's make this world peaceful."

The voice of that god penetrated her mind and seeped into her heart.

This is the last of the Sasun Root.

The memories long since vanished in Wrath, the words already etched into the soul, bring only madness.

I'm sorry.

Novia felt a long-lost sense of annoyance towards someone. "The guy you're talking about isn't me. I'm the unappointed spirit, Novia the Holy One. You should have heard of that name. Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with me. I can let you meet Yahweh, then you two can fight to the death. Your karma with Him, your past, your hatred—that's none of my business. By the way, actually, I can join in too, after all, I've been annoyed with Him for a long time..."

"Shut up, Yahweh? What a load of rubbish! Jehovah! I've seen you, you're exactly the same damned you right now! Always acting all high and mighty, like it's none of your business!"

With his White-Haired Goddess resembling ashes from a fire, Little Mher continued to glare at Novia with his icy eyes. "Don't be so arrogant! You damned thing!"

Is this what Jehovah is? What does that mean? Does she only know Jehovah? Doesn't she know Yahweh?

Wait a minute, isn't Yahweh a genuine blond? This Little Garm has silver hair and blue eyes...

Novia immediately had a bad feeling.

Chapter 529 No! This is Btllk's doing!

Little Garm's Fate was tragic.

Before her father David got together with her mother, Handet Hatu, he had relationships with two women.

One was the wife of David's uncle, David, who raised him and Owa David regarded as a second mother. One day Owa's wife took the opportunity of entertaining David to let Owa and David fall asleep, and then kissed David's face in front of her sleeping husband. This habit happened every week.

One day, Owa's wife planned to confront David by reducing the amount of Wine he drank. This gave the two of them the opportunity to confront each other. David was caught in a dilemma: killing her would cause Owa, whom he considered his father, to resent him. But not killing her would not subdue her. Therefore, he could only lie and run away.

The next day Owa recommended a female warrior Chimshkin Kasudan, to David. In order to dissuade his aunt from his feelings for her, David resolutely stayed with this female warrior, eating and drinking, and then got up to go to sleep.

As the Great King defeated the tyrant Melik, Little Garm's mother, Handette, whom the epic describes as a princess whose beauty could move the world, was being courted by two men: King Shapur of the Persia Empire and forty Giants. Hearing of David's deeds, Handette sent messengers to Sasun to ask him to come and marry her.

David went, and unsurprisingly, after going through all sorts of things, they ended up together.

Shapur then wrote a letter to Rome Pope, which sparked the great war between one man and all nations.

After the great battle, David, who was with Handette, returned to his hometown and ran into Chimsh, who made a deal with him. "Now that you and I have been intimate, either I kill you and leave two widows, or you kill me and stay with Handette." David said that they would have a final battle in seven days.

However, after returning to Sasun, David quickly forgot about the agreement. Not long after marrying Handet, he went to Georgia to deal with the local Giants. Shortly after he left, his daughter Little Garm, was born. Her strength was so great that even iron chains could not restrain her body at birth.

At the age of six, Little Garm traveled to Georgia in search of his father.

As a result, he ran into David on his way home, and the two began to fight. The fight was so fierce that it was said that God sent Gabriel to separate them. However, David, feeling Shame, cursed his child, saying, "You will live forever and have no children."

This curse Wrath Little Garm, who then left home.

After this incident, David, noticing that the Cross on his shoulder had turned black like coal, remembered their previous agreement. He rushed to Chimsh's location to fight him. However, the night before the battle, David, who was bathing in the river, was shot in the back by his daughter, who was worried about her mother's safety the next day. It was Chimsh and his daughter.

Handet was devastated to learn of David's death and that his daughter, Little Garm, had no intention of returning home. He jumped from the tower in the city and committed suicide.

Enraged by the news of his parents' deaths, Little Garm encounters the allied forces of the kings, defeated by David, on his path of Revenge. He slaughters them all, and then personally kills Chimsh and her half-sister...

The White-Haired Goddess girl mercilessly punched the shimsh who was curled up and hugging something.

Even though the feeling of being hit in the flesh and having bones broken is very uncomfortable, you can't stop.

This is Revenge.

Because she and her child conspired to kill their father, indirectly driving their mother to her death, their actions were truly unforgivable.

Therefore, as the son of David and Handette, he had to be more ruthless than anyone else.

"... Huh? Dead?"

By the time Little Garm noticed, Chimsh was no longer moving; her entire body had turned ice-cold, and she and her daughter, whom she was holding, had literally become chunks of flesh.

Killing is necessary; crimes should be punished...

But he originally had no intention of killing her, that sister who resembled him and whom he was meeting for the first time.

Between David, who broke his vow, and his sister, who acted out of concern for their mother's safety, which Evil is more grave?

"Is it... my fault...?"

It doesn't matter. In any case, this way the two of them won't have the opportunity to break their promises or commit crimes again, so this is the right thing to do.

"Ah, I see."

Little Garm noticed this at that moment.

This is correct; it is the path that God, who guides all of Sasun, would approve of. I am the Executor performs righteousness, because God is real.

"That's great! If I do this, the world can stay at peace forever."

Such extreme obsession and mental state seem like madness.