"The birth of the Divine Machine Doll."
Those words came from the mouth of the godfather, who looked like a young man.
"..."
The academy headmaster was speechless.
It wasn't that he had nothing to say, but that he didn't know how to put it into words.
The Divine Machine Doll.
It was something Edward Rutherford had pursued for half his life.
And now, it was about to be born?
That can't be true, can it?
"Of course it isn't a lie." The godfather smiled faintly, as if he could see straight through the academy headmaster's thoughts. "You've already sensed it yourself, haven't you?"
That was true.
The academy headmaster had already sensed it.
Since such a phenomenon was a portent of a god's descent, wasn't it only natural to imagine that the Divine Machine Doll had already been born?
Moreover, the one who had said that the Divine Machine Doll was about to be born was none other than the young man standing before him.
Who was this young man?
The godfather—the greatest Magus, who had foretold the birth of the Divine Machine Doll.
"On the forty-ninth Night Party, when the six sprouts emerge, a human shall become the agent of God, like an unblemished jade. Authority shall first be overturned, and the people of a foreign land shall be received. Then the shackles of domination shall be broken, and the capital shall be filled with songs of purification. Thereafter, star rain shall fall, heralding the creation of heaven and earth. The child shall arrive and ascend the Throne of Heaven. Look upon that person, and beside him shall be—the Divine Machine Doll (Machine Doll)."
That prophecy had come from the lips of the young man before them.
Therefore, since he had said that the Divine Machine Doll was