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Chapter 72: Children, Great Britain Has Dissolved

WTF! Dad?!

The moment Chikago Muramasa saw Qianyi, he was utterly stunned. He began to wonder if he had offended the Alien God, because why else would they send him to fight this person—this was Susanoo-no-Mikoto!

How did you descend to the lower realm, old man?! Does Great Britain even have someone who can summon you?

"Who's your dad?" Qianyi blinked, then kicked Chikago Muramasa flying. "Get lost. I'm only seventeen, never even had a girlfriend—no way I've got a son your age."

"The old man finds it unbelievable too. Perhaps this is karmic fate. This body of mine is fused with a composite Divine Spirit Saint Graph, and the largest component—you should be able to sense it—is the Saint Graph of one named Susanoo." Chikago Muramasa explained the reasoning.

"Susanoo, huh?" Qianyi nodded. His own persona was Izanagi, and Susanoo—also known as Susanoo-no-Mikoto—was Izanagi's son in myth. "Since you're my son, show some filial piety and step aside. Otherwise, I'll stuff you into the Holy Spear as the 'concept of a Holy Sword.'"

"The old man would love to step aside, but that unreasonable boss gave me an order. Really, giving me this Saint Graph just to make a son fight his father." Chikago Muramasa grumbled about his absurdly defiant superior.

Susanoo fighting Izanagi? Wasn't that just pure suicide?

His ultimate move, Tomoyuki Muramasa (Heavenly Cloud Sword), was just a basic attack in the opponent's hands. But...

Chikago Muramasa looked at the unfamiliar black-crimson tachi in Qianyi's hand and couldn't help asking, "Father, you're not using the Heavenly Cloud Sword?"

"Don't have that skill." Qianyi shook his head. He hadn't learned that move yet.

Chikago Muramasa paused. Descending to the lower realm without even the Heavenly Cloud Sword—then the Heavenly Halberd, the Yasakani Jewel, the Yata Mirror, and the rest were probably all missing too.

And looking more closely, his father's aura seemed very weak, as if this was a normal descent with especially heavy restrictions. If so... he could win!

"Pith, analysis, complete. Ideal, convergence. Forging technique, critical limit." Chikago Muramasa decisively unleashed his ultimate. He knew well that even without divine weapons, his opponent was no easy foe. So using his strongest strike to decide the battle was the only chance of victory!

Torrential flames erupted outward from him, distorting reality. The sky bled crimson, a scorched wasteland fell dead silent, and at the horizon, undying flames burned. Scattered across the endless wilderness, swords lay like decaying ruins.

"Is this... a Reality Marble?" Artoria gasped at the sight. Wasn't that a skill only great Magi had? That red-haired man was a great Magus?

"Arrival here is the gathering of all things—severing fate, severing destiny, severing karma, and even severing the self..."

Chikago Muramasa had already forgotten the outside world, pouring his entire being into the forging blade. The sounds of molten fire, bellows, and hammering rang out. Countless blades he had personally forged within the Reality Marble shattered, scattering like snowflakes, converging in the smith's hands to become—

"Tomoyuki Muramasa!"

The ultimate swordsmith grasped the divine blade forged from countless blood and piled sword graves. Just as he prepared to swing this Yaezaki-no-Yaiba, a strike that could sever time, space, and even causality—the sword vanished from his hands.

"Heavenly Wind Usurper!" Qianyi snatched that Chikago blade, grabbed it, and refined it in an instant!

Tomoyuki Muramasa merged into his body, becoming part of Izanagi, then guided forth a new divine will belonging to him—Heavenly Sword From Clouds.

Qianyi raised his right hand. Wind and clouds surged, heavenly power coiling around his arm, spinning slowly, devouring the air at an astonishing speed, whipping up a violent hurricane. In an instant, the wind direction near Camelot changed. Debris from buildings, forest, and seawater were swept up by the gale, surging toward the sky-piercing heavenly clouds. Within the clouds, countless serpent heads and tails seemed to howl at the sky in a bizarre, eerie spectacle.

The one who wielded the Heavenly Sword From Clouds stood at the very center of this cyclone, like a god among the heavenly clouds—utterly serene, majestic, and dignified.

"This... this is no longer on the level of a sword." Chikago Muramasa could hardly believe his eyes. He had always thought the Heavenly Cloud Sword was a sword, but...

But you're telling me this thing is a weather phenomenon?!

Is this the same thing as the sword I forged?!

Qianyi ignored Chikago Muramasa's shock and calmly lowered his raised hand. The Heavenly Sword From Clouds slashed toward the enemy. The Alien Apostle, fused with a composite Divine Spirit Saint Graph, turned into pure white ash the moment it touched the heavenly clouds, scattering to the ground, becoming part of the island in the sea.

"Well done, Qianyi." Seeing Qianyi eliminate the enemy, Morgan breathed a sigh of relief, then urged, "Quick, help me back to the throne. I can still protect Britain. I can still... What are you doing?!"

Morgan was hoisted onto Qianyi's shoulder. She never thought the day would come when she'd be carried like a child, but at a time like this, she didn't care about that.

As long as she returned to the throne, she could connect the throne's magic circuits to her heart. As long as she returned to her rightful place, she could burn herself to continue defending Britain, to defend everything that was hers. Yet, the familiar throne was slowly receding from her sight.

She realized Qianyi wasn't taking her back to the throne at all—he was carrying her out.

"Let me go! I have to go back! I can still save Britain!" Morgan punched and kicked at Qianyi beneath her, but her magic power was nearly depleted, and she had been stabbed by Chikago Muramasa. She couldn't muster any strength; even her punches were adorable.

"No." Qianyi refused.

"Why?!" Morgan roared.

"Because I've already enacted the Band Dissolution Tax, and we're both members of the Community of Shared Destiny called Great Britain. I haven't learned how to pull you back from Yomi yet, so if you die, that means you're leaving the band. Leaving the band means dissolution. And band dissolution is something I won't allow." Qianyi shifted Morgan, who was sliding down his shoulder, back up. She was on the verge of collapse; only Qianyi's strength was holding her up.

"I'll pay your tax! Let me go back!"

"One hundred million." Qianyi quoted a price.

"Once I've protected Britain, the throne will be yours and Bavhanxi's! You can collect as much as you want! As much as you want!!"

"Is one hundred million too low..." Qianyi began to think about setting the Band Dissolution Tax at an unreasonable price.

He'd ask Shoko later what the right amount should be. Preferably a number that would make anyone take one look and immediately abandon the idea of disbanding, without discouraging those who genuinely wanted to form a band and build a Community of Shared Destiny.

"Artoria! You're a Paradise Fae too, aren't you! You came with the mission to save Britain! So give me my weapon and help me back to the throne!" Morgan struggled desperately, found she couldn't break free, and could only appeal to Artoria beside her.

Artoria, holding the Staff of Selection and the Spear of the End, hesitated and looked at Qianyi.

"Liya, even if you save the Fae Kingdom of Britain, Britain will still disappear. So either way, it's gone—better to let it be destroyed cleanly." Qianyi answered immediately. "As for the kind fairies you care about, I've already sent Kiana to pick them up. As for the rest, we don't have the ability to save them. We can only mourn for them."

"I have the ability! I can stop it!" Morgan shouted.

Qianyi ignored Morgan. Instead, he freed one hand and patted the head of the sorrowful Child of Prophecy, comforting her. "Liya, you're a kind child. It's natural to feel sad for the fairies who've passed. So turn that sadness into appetite. Eat more barbecue tonight to commemorate them. When I think about how happy a cute, kind fairy like you can be, I'm sure the dead fairies will be happy too. After all, everyone is a kind fairy."

"Wah~, really? Is that really what they'd think?" Artoria asked.

"Of course. Kind fairies will definitely bless you. And if the unkind, bad fairies die, isn't that a double blessing?"

"That does make sense. Then I'll eat a lot tonight to commemorate everyone who's passed."

Seeing how easily the kid was fooled, Qianyi seized the chance to change the subject: "Anything you feel like eating? I can order ahead, so I'll be prepared."

"Something I like... let me think... ah, I've got it—chocolate! I want chocolate!" Artoria could sense Qianyi was deceiving her, but she figured he must have his reasons, so she chose to trust him anyway.

Beside them, Morgan watched her junior being toyed with so effortlessly, the hope of returning to her throne vanishing in an instant. She couldn't help but roar: "Artoria, this man is a despicable liar! A vile traitor! A womanizing scumbag! Don't believe a word he says!!"

She struggled fiercely, trying to make the two put her down, but no one paid her any mind. In the end, as she watched her throne slowly disappear from sight, Morgan couldn't hold back her tears any longer.

My Britain!

My Great Britain!!

My Fae Kingdom Britain!!!

Chapter 73: Flying Haki Dragon, What Have You Done (6K)

Shujin Academy.

After a long absence, Qianyi finally returned to campus.

Yamada Ryo, as if she'd foreseen his return, sat coldly in her seat without even lifting her head and asked: "Qianyi, did you do it?"

"Yes, Ryo, I did it. I've obtained the first napkin!" Qianyi recounted in full detail how he'd gone to Great Britain and enacted the Band Dissolution Tax.

"Ohhh! That's so you! The moment the Band Dissolution Tax was decreed, you let the world burn—so rock!" Yamada Ryo gave a thumbs up.

How could a person be this rock? Skipping school on a whim, decreeing a Band Dissolution Tax on a whim, and then blowing up the world, setting the entire Fae Kingdom ablaze.

Damn! That's badass!

You were born to play in a band.

"So that's your excuse for skipping school for over a month?" Ijichi Nijika was speechless. At least make up something that sounds cooler—like joining a secret academy as an S-rank to slay dragons, clearing seven parallel universes in a week, or speedrunning the Italian mafia in nine days.

"Nijika, this is a necessary step on my path to becoming Prime Minister of Japan. Yes, treat it as essential training and sacrifice." Qianyi studied to become Prime Minister, but if studying got in the way of training his prime ministerial skills, wouldn't that be putting the cart before the horse!

"I see. So there's a trick to asking for leave like this. Learned something new." Yamada Ryo nodded, deciding that tomorrow she'd say she was going to become Earth's Grand President and take a year off first.

"You two are something else." Nijika was utterly speechless.

Learning the bad instead of the good, huh?

She needed to get these two busy with something else, or else this pair of geniuses and fools would team up and one day just vanish, only for news of Tokyo Tower being blown up to surface.

Nijika decided to use music to reform them: "By the way, Qianyi, want to join our New Star Band? It's just me and Ryo for now, but with you in, we can start building the band~!"

"Of course. Even though I haven't decreed the Band Dissolution Tax in this world, I've already assembled a band that will never disband, so it's fine. I can form a band with anyone." Qianyi agreed readily.

"Qianyi, I noticed a contradiction in your story just now." Ryo suddenly spoke up.

"What contradiction?" Qianyi was puzzled.

"You said you'd announce the Band Dissolution Tax after the concert ended, but before the last song finished, the Horn God's attack came. So how was the tax decreed? Or did you set a timer?" Since she found Qianyi's story interesting, she'd asked him to elaborate on some parts, so Yamada Ryo remembered every detail clearly.

Qianyi froze, then his expression slowly turned to horror.

Oh no! My Great Britain!

He grabbed his bag and bolted for home.

"Rock. Badass." Ryo gave a double thumbs-up at Qianyi's retreating figure.

???

The moment he neared his front door, a thick, murderous aura hit him. Qianyi could sense some terrifying monster lurking inside his home.

This made his hand, already on the doorknob, freeze instantly. He pulled it back, took a deep breath, then placed it there again, desperately trying to muster the courage to turn it—but his hand trembled uncontrollably.

Damn, this feeling.

It was like the prelude to the hallway battle in Yosuga no Sora.

He repeated this several times, feeling cold sweat about to break out, when suddenly he heard a pattering sound. Large raindrops hit the ground, splashing onto his bag, clothes, and hands, leaving dark, damp stains.

Huh, rain?

I thought I was about to get three-stocked with only one ninja left, about to rage-quit, only to find my opponent was Battle Super Brother, White Mask, and Edo Tensei Itachi—scared shitless and sweating buckets.

Qianji pressed the doorknob and gently pushed open the hallway door. Inside was dead silent, empty. That silence only made him more tense, because silence was just the calm before the storm. Sure enough, as soon as he changed his shoes and put down his bag, Morgan's roar echoed from inside.

"Why are you playing the Miko's Ballad!"

Awakening from her coma, Morgan saw Artoria and her three Fae Knights, then realized her connection to the Fae Kingdom of Britain was completely severed. Gone was her usual cold, composed demeanor; her expression was dark and twisted.

Melusine stared at the furious Morgan, her face calm: "Your Majesty, don't pressure me. I'm about to rebel."

"Tch, you, Lancelot... planning to betray me like in Pan-Human History?" Morgan's face darkened.

"I never said that." Melusine replied.

Knowing this one's heart was no longer with Britain, Morgan stopped wasting words and turned to Artoria, who was chugging yogurt from Qianyi's fridge.

Since the Fae Kingdom was gone, she was homeless, so she had to crash at Qianyi's for now.

"Hey, Artoria." Since she wasn't one of her own, Morgan's tone was blunt.

"Your Majesty, do you want some yogurt too?" Artoria asked, spoon dangling from her mouth, looking dazed.

"Do you still have the leisure for that? Isn't your mission to save Britain? Why can you be so carefree when Britain has been destroyed?"

"I don't know. Qianyi didn't say."

"Artoria, are you some kind of genius at picking fights? Were you really born to save Britain, or were you born specifically to put me down?"

Morgan's brow was nearly knotted into a single crease. Her lips pressed tight, as if holding back some emotional eruption, and her fair skin flushed red in that moment.

Seriously, couldn't Qianyi's place turn down the heat a little?

Her gaze swept across the room. The moment it landed on Bavhanxi, the girl's composure shattered instantly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mother." Bavhanxi's voice trembled as she knelt in despair, not daring to meet Morgan's eyes, repeating her apologies: "I... didn't mean for it to turn out... like that... I'm sorry..."

Morgan opened her mouth, then stopped.

Right now, her face was plastered with an expression that screamed, "Overworked, two thousand years of labor gone, subordinates more rebellious than the last, daughter depressed, why don't I just die?"

Qianyi had just arrived on the scene. He looked at the living room—everyone practically ready to flip a table each, with only Bavhanxi kneeling on the floor crying—and his head was full of question marks.

Seriously, did you guys form a five-man queue while I was at school?

Who's carrying? Who's throwing? Who picked a hero just to counter? Whose playstyle isn't team-oriented? Who's lacking human decency?

"Qianyi! You traitor! And here I trusted you so much! But you ran away when Britain and I needed you most!!" Seeing Qianyi appear, Morgan, at a loss for how to console Bavhanxi, simply redirected all her resentment onto him.

"True. Letting your Britain fall is my responsibility." Qianyi took the blame directly, then shifted his tone: "But I won't apologize for it."

"???" Morgan's mouth fell open, her Dao heart nearly shattered by the sheer audacity of Qianyi's declaration.

"Morgan, you're too rigid. What fell was only your Britain. But our Britain still exists right here! We can start from scratch and build a brand-new Britain."

"Just what kind of resolve do you have to say something like that? Can you, a mere human with a lifespan of a hundred years, shoulder my life and the future of Britain?!"

It had taken Morgan two thousand years, even using the power of the Imaginary Tree, to build Britain to the state it was in when Qianyi arrived. Now she was supposed to start from zero? How could she possibly do that?

Don't make promises you can't keep!

If it were anyone else, they might not be able to handle this scene. But who was Qianyi? A man destined to conquer the multiverse, become its overlord, and impose the Band Dissolution Tax across all realities. If the mountain won't come to him, he'll go to the mountain. If someone plays tsundere, he'll hit them straight. If they talk tough, he'll go crazy. If they go crazy, he'll punch them twice. If they try to play gravity with him, he'll be even heavier.