Chapter 450

Speaking of which, was that... a dream?

If it's a dream, isn't that a bit too much...?

Or is it...?

The Queen of Winter's eyes widened at the thought of a certain possibility.

Is he... still alive?

Shirou was originally a stranger who drifted into this world.

After this world comes to an end, the possibility of returning to the original world is not nonexistent.

My heart is racing, and my breathing is erratic.

Body temperature rises, cheeks flush.

Queen Morgan clenched her fist: If Shirou were still alive, she would like to see him again.

The words I didn't have time to convey to Shirou a thousand years ago, the feelings that remained in my heart, I want to properly convey to him this time.

And then, if I could become his wife again...

The Queen's body, frozen for a thousand years by the Fae Kingdom, seemed to have returned to the warm spring days of the past.

"... Shirou."

The Queen murmured the name of her beloved as she gazed at the twilight sky over the Fae Kingdom.

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Volume 6: Chapter 295 The King of the Mystic Eyes, Born!

In the howling winds of the Snowfield, the Dead Apostle were discussing who would ultimately claim the prizes for the "Mystic Eyes Hunting Festival."

Shirou Amamiya's consciousness had fallen into the abyss of the Rose Dream. He stood there with empty eyes, no longer capable of fighting.

"I'll take back the Mystic Eyes; as for the rest of the body, you can do whatever you want with it. Is that a good outcome?"

"Shirou is a guest of the Mage's Eye Collection Train."

Hearing Nero Chaos's words, Rita Roseanne crossed her arms and sighed.

"Take away what I cherish in my own territory, before my own eyes, at my own banquet..."

"You have gone far too far in your actions. Have you forgotten the ancient covenant?"

Nero Chaos said, "If you're not satisfied, then let's resort to the oldest law of prey ownership—"

Rita Roseanne, would you like to have a match with me?

"I refuse! Who would fight 666 wild beasts? Spare me!"

Even within the same group of Twenty-Seven Ancestors, there are huge differences in strength between the ancestors.

To Roseanne and Nero, the 500-year-old Frolov Al was no different from a baby who had just been taken out of diapers.

"Hmph, I don't think there's any difference in strength between us."

"This isn't a matter of strength, it's a matter of mindset, Nero."

The self-proclaimed artist, "Rose Princess," rolled her eyes and said, "If I were to fight you, win or lose, I'd end up reeking of animalistic stench... It'd be awful, absolutely not."

Nero Chaos raised an eyebrow imperceptibly.

Clearly, his aesthetic sense is far removed from Roseanne's.

Just as the Ancestor's "Principle Blood Ring" is incompatible with Human History, Dead Apostle are incompatible with each Dead Apostle in most cases.

Those Dead Apostle hold the highest positions among the Twenty-Seven Ancestors often possess a strong sense of self. They may not flaunt their artistic identity like Rita Roseanne, but each Ancestor firmly believes in their own heart that they hold the true truth.

Nero Chaos ignored Rita Roseanne's provocations and walked toward Shirou Amamiya had been standing motionless since the beginning.

"I say, Nero, what does White Wing want Crimson Moon's eyes for...?"

Upon hearing Rita Roseanne's question, the Dead Apostle in the Black Coat stopped and turned his face towards her.

"Rita Roseanne, are you stalling for time?"

"Oh dear, as expected of Nero... he's been discovered."

"Rose Princess" covered the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, revealing a sly, mischievous smile.

Nero Chaos understood her intention.

This woman has been on Shirou's side from the very beginning, intending to oppose him to the very end.

He scoffed dismissively, "What are you still hoping for now?"

Even if Shirou Amamiya were to awaken it, his current physical body wouldn't be able to control the "Crimson Moon's Mage Eye"...

The moment he tries to connect the Mystic Eyes to the circuits, his body will disintegrate.

Those eyes are not something a human being could possess.

"That's hard to say, hehe."

Rita Roseanne's laughter displeased Nero Chaos, but he didn't have time to respond to her right now.

The Black Robe Dead Apostle strode up to Shirou Amamiya, and forcefully gripped the boy's head with his pale hand.

"I'll take Crimson Moon's Mage Eye..."

"Looks like we made it in time." Rita Roseanne smiled slightly.

"What!?"

Nero Chaos was taken aback.

He looked down and saw that the red-haired boy had indeed slowly opened his eyes.

The pupils, tinged with the color of twilight, shimmered with a faint iridescent sheen.

"!!"

Nero Chaos immediately abandoned the idea of removing the Mystic Eyes from a living person.

Even if there's a possibility of damaging the Mystic Eyes, we should at least make sure to destroy Shirou Amamiya's head first!

Nero Chaos exerted force with his five fingers.

As the highest-ranking Dead Apostle, he possessed terrifying finger strength that could easily crush city walls; he had crushed countless human heads.

However...

Nero Chaos was surprised to find himself unable to muster any strength.

His arms were stiff, his fingertips were numb, and sweat beaded on his forehead.

The Black Robe Dead Apostle's body was immobile; only his internal organs were still functioning normally...

Could this be...?

This is precisely the manifestation of the "Mystic Eyes of Enchantment" that Nero Chaos himself possessed.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"

Nero Chaos roared.

His Black Coat billowed as he roared, and his already broad shoulders bulged, transforming him into a giant werewolf like those in a horror movie.

With his superhuman Monstrous Strength, Nero Chaos forcefully broke free from the suppression of the "Mystic Eyes of Enchantment".

However, he did not attack again, but instinctively jumped back, putting distance between himself and Shirou had just woken up.

"... What exactly is going on?"

As he spoke, the Dead Apostle wiped the sweat from his forehead with one hand.

As Nero Chaos gazed at the red-haired boy in the snow, a chill ran down his spine.

Although I forcefully suppressed the trembling in my body, the trembling in my heart could not be stopped.

This was an emotion he hadn't experienced in a thousand years, an emotion called fear.

Has Shirou Amamiya awakened the true power of the "Crimson Moon's Mage Eye"?

No... if it really is the eye of Crimson Moon Brunestud, then it should also...

Moreover, his mere human body simply couldn't withstand it!

But if not, then what was suppressing me just now...?

"Tsk, what on earth happened?"

Nero Chaos frowned and looked at Rita Roseanne beside him.

To his surprise, "Rose Princess" also looked astonished.

She cupped her flushed cheeks, her eyes brimming with excitement. "Such a use! Shirou- sama... are you a genius? That's amazing!"

"You're crazy...!"

Nero Chaos suppressed his anger.

What exactly happened?

Shirou Amamiya was sent deep into the "Mystic Eyes of Roses," and then awoke from it.

Moreover, the atmosphere was completely different when Shirou woke up again.

The red-haired boy lowered his head, exuding an indescribable presence that seemed to distort the surrounding space.

Nero Chaos felt a sense of foreboding: What had he just done?

What happened to those eyes...?

On the other side of the white Snowfield, dark figures and white figures are fighting.

On one side is Lubare, Eighth Stratum Dead Apostle who has nearly Twenty-Seven Ancestors and uses the Fog Castle in Norway as his residence.

The other side is Rufleus, one of the Twelve Lords of the Clock Tower and the Lord of the Spirit Evocation Department.

Surrounding Lubare's retinue were a skeletal mass of skeletons, more than ten times the number of the Dead Apostle.

Among Magecraft, they are known as skeleton soldiers, familiars controlled by the Lord Ulysses.

In terms of individual performance, the Dead Apostle are far superior to the Skeleton Soldiers.

Even with the magic of Magecraft, the skeletal soldiers could not possibly contend with the Dead Apostle, not to mention that among Lubare's Beloved Ancestors were even high-ranking Dead Apostle of the Seventh Tier.

The Dead Apostle merely waved their claws, and the skeletal soldiers turned into flying dust.

They barely managed to stay afloat due to their sheer number, but this balance couldn't last long; the Magecraft's skeletal familiars vanished at a visible rate.

"Lord Ulysses! We'll help too!"

During this brief respite, Olga Marie and Leinys had already provided basic medical treatment to the injured Rin Tohsaka and the other two.

Although they can no longer engage in close combat as energetically as before, Rin Tohsaka and the others can still engage in Magecraft battles.

An extremely impatient old man's voice came through the window.

"Don't make me repeat myself... Go back to the carriage... You're just getting in the way... Get out..."

"But if this continues!"

As they spoke, the situation had become completely one-sided.

The snowfield was littered with bone fragments, making it look like an ancient graveyard.

The number of skeletal soldiers has decreased by three-quarters, while Lubare's clan hasn't suffered a single loss.

Olga Marie gasped.

Although I had heard rumors about the power of high-ranking Dead Apostle, I never imagined it would be like this... Even the Lord of the Clock Tower was powerless to resist...!

Rin Tohsaka and Luvia arrived at the front simultaneously, magic condensing at their raised fingertips.

"Stop... Who gave you permission to interfere in this fight...?"

The old man's slow voice rang out again.