Chapter 539

"Really?"

Tezcatlipoca revealed a strange smile, and even Daybit beside him couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile.

Yes, it's true, after all, I roughly understand it.

Tiamat blinked as she sipped her hot Chocolate.

Therefore, I really like it. If it were possible, I admit I would always want to relive that time.

Really, there's absolutely no reason to refuse.

However, first of all, expecting him to take the initiative is a mistake in itself. Since that's the case, it's enough for me to take the initiative now.

Tiamat pondered what her current strengths were, even if she wasn't in her mature stage but rather in her larval stage.

But what should I do? Should I imitate the way he communicates with Alice?

I don't really understand... but I'll give it a try anyway.

Since we're going to Cape Canaveral tomorrow, let's try it tonight. It wouldn't be good to do this if we go back to Akihabara. Besides, making those clothes with Od isn't that difficult.

While I personally feel Shame to admit it as a mother, if I were to apply that to myself and Novia, it would be incomparably adorable, especially since we're now making the most of our young...

Chapter 549 Do you want me to become a mother? (4k)

When the Tezcatlipoca bid farewell to Novia and returned to the planetarium, it saw Daybit already standing next to the telescope on the second floor.

He wasn't particularly interested in looking at the stars and the Universe. He had long considered selling the telescope, but the price was too low, so he rejected the idea and decided to let Daybit continue using it, even though it had been sitting idle all along.

"... We're setting off for Cape Canaveral tomorrow. After fourteen years, there's probably nowhere more fun to be found."

The Tezcatlipoca shows the opening of a wine bottle held in hand.

It was a large bottle of wine. Since there was no flush on her face, it was impossible to tell how many bottles she had drunk. However, as the First Sun of the Aztec, the wine should not have had much of an effect on her.

"Yes, you're back, Navarro."

Daybit waved his rough fingers and switched the Planet models.

"I specifically wanted to talk to him. Although I found him quite easy to talk to, he was too easy to talk to. Doesn't that make it seem like I'm favoring Bird Lord over Bird Lord? It's unfortunate, it seems that guy from Moon Lake is of little use." Tezcatlipoca tilted his head back and chugged his drink again, saying, "By the way, do you understand what I'm saying?"

"It's nothing important, anyway you seem to be in a good mood."

"I see, Master. But you're a lot like that... you're like one of those machines you'd call a machine in modern times."

The Tezcatlipoca's words prompted Daybit to ask in return:

"A machine?"

"Lacking both inner dynamism and a dream formed from hope, merely moving towards the most appropriate solution needed to achieve a desired goal after inputting that goal—can such a person be considered humane? Simply clinging to the belief that 'humans will do good' is quite weak; the cost of being a good person is very high."

Although he failed to access the Angel Relics, Daybit from the Fate/stay night world and Daybit ultimately met the same fate.

Their wishes, beliefs, and vows are very simple, like those of a child.

"... Not long ago, on a night before I learned about Tokyo's reconstruction, I had a dream I hadn't had in a long time." Daybit said without changing his expression, "The 'me' who was no longer 'me' was carrying out the imagination of 'me' wanting to become, and even so, I met two... dazzling partners, so dazzling, so outstanding. Although our methods and ideas were different, we didn't deny each other, but just looked at each other and smiled, saying, 'I hope it can be realized.' This made me start to develop an interest in astronomy and India. Does that sound a bit strange?"

"That's strange."

Tezcatlipoca admitted.

"However, for something that's just a memory from a dream, it probably doesn't matter if I forget it."

"That's why I'm going to Cape Canaveral. Someone once told me, 'The process doesn't matter anymore, just remember the result. Don't waste any more time, Daybit.'"

"It should work."

The man with the Tezcatlipoca gestured with his chin, "I am summoned to obey the Holy Grail, and I have no particular desires. Therefore, it is only natural that I accept your command."

"You were clearly just talking nonsense to me during our previous conversations."

Even if you bring up conversations I can't remember anymore, there's nothing I can do about it.

Tezcatlipoca shook his head.

In the new world, it's difficult to summon Servant of Deity scale or higher from the Holy Grail of the New World. This is understandable, since everyone possesses the Holy Grail, meaning the consumption must be extremely high. Therefore, historical Servant are more likely to appear than mythological ones. This is also why Tezcatlipoca, as Daybit's Servant, can only appear as 'Navarro,' since he created this character.

That's why he went to see Novia earlier, and in doing so, he swallowed his pride and owed her a favor, even though he already owed her several.

In short, the goal is to upgrade Navarro's Spirit Origin to the level of the 'First Sun'.

"The 'Apollo' at Cape Canaveral has become even more powerful."

"Can you feel it?"

"... I don't know. I just have a vague feeling that something is fitting its concept. If it continues to drag on, the Noble Phantasm it uses to bind humanity will be activated again, and then who knows when it will end."

"Then we need to hurry, but it seems there shouldn't be any major problems now."

Then, Tezcatlipoca suddenly asked Daybit about something else.

"Speaking of which, what were the names of those two people who sparked your interest in astronomy and India? Do you remember them now?"

Of course there are.

One of them had light purple hair like Roland after rain, and sky-blue lips that didn't look vulgar. His upturned eyes were accentuated by strong eyelashes, giving him a fox-like, androgynous appearance.

One of them is a boy with dazzling blond hair, who always wears a childlike, smug smile when he looks up at the sky from the ground.

Even if it's just a dream, Daybit believes their reliability will not change.

At that time, everyone's dreams will begin to take shape.

This is mostly a wonderful thing, a rare and brilliant stroke of luck, and something to be happy about.

However, why?

The brown-haired youth felt as if a black mist had shrouded his chest in his dream.

"... Even I felt it was like the dazzling light of dawn."

However, Daybit murmured to himself as if reminiscing, then gently closed his eyes and revealed an innocent smile.

"Pepe, Wodime."

Night fell in Tallahassee.

After a long absence, rain began to fall in this somber City, pattering on and off.

Fortunately, it was nighttime, so it was alright.

Anyway.

Rain is a distant memory for Tiamat.

The sound of raindrops falling from the suddenly overcast sky, pattering against the rooftops and walls, and the earthy smell irritating her nostrils, made her yearn to see the people of Tallahassee, who were suppressing their emotions, shedding their heavy clothes and letting out joyful cries in the rain.

She gave birth to countless lives and was loved by countless lives. She sang in the sea, "Please always stay by my side," "Please always, don't leave me." But when the mission was completed, the starlight closed up.

I arrived in a dark, distant, and lonely world.

It is very Sorrow that the body was used to create the world and is no longer the same; the memories have been rejected and have become very cold.

But there was no hatred whatsoever; rather, there was a 'joy' of anticipation for her return, which was understandable, given that she was his mother.

Tiamat had heard these words from 'him' before, or rather, found them comforting, since her efforts had always ended in vain.

"After all, I am the mother. For all life on this Planet to come, even though I relied on external forces, I deserve it."

He prepared so many things for her; she had never gone to such lengths before.

I suppose there's no need to explain further.

That's how much she loved him.

In short, after taking a deep breath, Tiamat resolutely pushed open the door. In her observation, Novia would already be fast asleep at this hour.

As she expected, Novia, lying in bed, showed no signs of waking up.

"That's normal, because I've observed this many times before."

She said it with a serious expression.

So it seems she may have been waiting for this day to come.

It started from the day we emerged from the Imaginary Number Space.

So, Tiamat, who was standing not far from the bed by the door, changed her clothes on the spot according to her memory.

"But won't Alice catch a cold wearing clothes like that? We should have stopped her then..."

But soon, Tiamat Larva said, as if making an excuse.

It's normal. Just a glance is enough to understand the meaning of wearing this kind of 'clothing'. The steep, protruding stones on the wall are a little better; you can feel the alluring elasticity even through the thin gauze. But the openwork of the white gauze below is quite terrifying; it's just a lonely line hanging down.

That's why, as Tiamat muttered to herself, a blush quickly spread across her cheeks, and her eyes became increasingly unfocused.

Moreover, to match the pose that Alice at the time, she even kept her back straight and raised her chin to show a confident attitude, but the posture was slightly tilted, with the body's center of gravity placed behind, giving a slightly tired feeling.

"Hmm, Alice very skilled, which means that Mother, my way of putting it on is already Perfection..."

Tiamat cautiously peered at the still-sleeping Novia, remained silent for a few seconds, and then swaggered over.

My body hasn't changed much after all.

So, if I take Yuzhu's behavior as Alice, will I be able to complete this task properly?

"As expected, they can't do without me!"

Tiamat poked Novia's left chest with her tiny snake head, her gaze seeming to declare to the world that this was the being she loved.

The flushed pink on her cheeks must have been from Shame, and the trembling in her body must have been from some kind of Shame as well. A slight "sizzling" sound came from the rubbing of one hand, which moved to the right or left from time to time, and sometimes even boldly turned around. She was quite nimble.

It brings a sensation akin to breaking through the edge of the Universe and falling into a deep abyss, a dizzying fluctuation beyond the perception of any living being; however, this is only to be expected.

After all, one side is the Primordial Mother Goddess of Mesopotamia, and the other is... Novia, who has many identities.

In a sense, both belong to All Creation.

"Ugh... Ugh~... Ugh..."

So, as Tiamat gasped for breath, her eyes met those of the man nestled against her, filled with surprise, and she couldn't help but cry out—

"Whoa... Ahh?!"

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no! What do I do, what do I do, what should I do? What should I do if I say this?

What will happen?

Which one would it be?

Will you accept it? Or will you get angry this time?

But Tiamat quickly came up with a solution.

Okay, that's settled!

"I'm tired... I'm going to take a nap..."

Thus, she truly appeared to be asleep with her eyes closed. Of course, it could also be out of shyness, as Tiamat's entire pretty face was now buried where Novia couldn't see, and Novia's hand was tightly embracing her, while another part of her was restrained. Therefore, she still wore that hesitant expression.

The silver-haired youth woke up because

It was indeed because Tiamat Larva's movements were too exaggerated. It wasn't a coma; how could she not wake up with such movements?

Now,

The temperature has probably already dropped below zero.

Novia's breath turned white involuntarily, perhaps due to the large temperature difference between inside and outside, or perhaps because the room was very hot.

"Although she was wearing a lot of clothes, she was also wearing very little."

This statement sounds contradictory, but it holds true in this context.

Tiamat's current attire could be described as such 'clothing,' yet, being quite familiar with this kind of scene, he unconsciously frowned, his first thought being exactly the same as Tiamat's upon seeing Alice—

It's so cold wearing so little.

Novia then pulled the trembling Tiamat into her arms, sealing off all her movements.

He gently stroked her hair and continued in a comforting tone.

"You can just tell me directly, there's really no need for this."