Your Future Goddess, Whom I Have Fed

"Is your adopted daughter still around?"

If she is, get closer to her quickly and protect her well.

Your Magic Crest is poisoned, so don't let your dad think about transplanting it again!

Although he didn't understand the meaning, Sakuragi answered truthfully when Li Mo asked, "Shiye is still in Japan. Does she have anything to do with it?"

She's still here?

It's good that she's still here. Li Mo breathed a sigh of relief. After all, she was a life, and perhaps a cute little girl.

If she died because of the Magic Crest transplant, wouldn't there be one more lonely single person in the future?

I'm preparing for the future youth!

Li Mo nodded with satisfaction, put away his compassionate thoughts, and said, "Is the Sakuragi family's Magic Crest with you? This thing is already scrap metal and unusable!"

Scrap metal?

Sakuragi's face was covered in black lines. If he hadn't seen Li Mo's might just now, he would have already grabbed Li Mo by the neck and started questioning him.

What do you mean scrap metal? How did my Sakuragi family's Magic Crest become scrap metal!?

"Uh... what I mean is, your Sakuragi family's Magic Crest has been poisoned. Now, no matter who it's transplanted to, it's the same. Transplanting it kills one person." Seeing that Sakuragi's face was as dark as if he had just walked out of a coal mine, Li Mo quickly explained.

After all, this person was here to protect him on his teacher's commission, so he couldn't do something like attacking his own teammate.

Moreover, insulting the other party's family was also the easiest way to make enemies among Maguss. He didn't want this person, whom he liked very much in the main world, to have any opinions about him.

However, to Li Mo's surprise, Sakuragi did not retort after hearing Li Mo's words. Instead, he calmly spread his hands and lowered his head.

"Poisoned? Heh."

That's it?

Li Mo looked at Sakuragi in surprise and asked, "Aren't you surprised why I said that?"

Sakuragi calmly raised his head and said calmly, "No, I'm not surprised."

How could a declining Magus family return to its peak without a heavy price?

"Everything our ancestors did was just for the continuation of the family."

As for resentment?

There was definitely resentment. After his wife left, Sakuragi had wondered why his ancestors had left such a huge mess, and why it had fallen upon him?

However, after taking over as the head of the family and struggling in the world of Maguscraft for a few years, Sakuragi's resentment had long since disappeared.

It was like a person who was starving to death. If a piece of poisoned bread was placed in front of him, he would die if he didn't eat it anyway, but he could die a little later if he did. Would he eat it?

"So..."

Sakuragi looked seriously at Li Mo's face and asked, "Lord Li Mo, is there any way to break this curse now?"

Li Mo pondered. The Magus Association had no precedent for the Sakuragi family's situation.

Either find the unknown entity that signed the contract back then, or find a priest from the Holy Church specializing in purification Maguscraft. But setting aside whether Sakuragi would agree to let people from the Holy Church examine his Magic Crest, who knows if the Holy Church still has priests who can purify this kind of curse!

And although it's called a curse, it's actually just the accumulation of some kind of toxin that has poisoned the Magic Crest. It's uncertain whether purification Maguscraft will be effective!

Li Mo looked up and said, "Do you know what that entity was that signed the contract with the Sakuragi ancestor back then?"

If you can't solve the problem, then solve the person who raised the problem!

Figure out what entity signed the contract with the Sakuragi family, then go find it and see if it can be resolved peacefully. If it can't be resolved peacefully, then find a way to deal with it. Isn't that how it's done!

It's such a simple thing, I'm such a genius!

Sakuragi frowned, "I don't know..."

If you don't know, don't ask me, it's useless to ask!

"However, the ancestral land of the family probably has records about this. Lord Li Mo, do you want to go with me?"

Are we going to Japan?

Let me think, the tsundere Rin, the gentle Sakura, the cool Shiki...

Ah, my heart!

But it seems that the three future heroines at this time are all very young...

I mean young in age!

But...

"Go!"

It would be nice to see the two sisters who were still drinking milk. When Rin comes to the Clock Tower later, I can say, "Oh, it's Rin. I held you when you were little and fed you milk~"

Tsk, exciting!

Thinking about holding the goddess of tens of thousands of otaku in his arms, Li Mo's mischievousness couldn't help but spread.

"What are you waiting for, Sakuragi? Hurry up, let's go buy the plane tickets!"

Somewhere in an unnamed castle in Europe.

"What are you doing here?" An aged figure, like one before a chemistry lab bench, suddenly frowned and looked towards a nearby corner.

"It's been so many years, Lord Prometheus, aren't you going to welcome me?" A robust voice echoed from the corner, and a faint silhouette slowly began to materialize. It was Kishua Zelretch Shidenberg, the Second Magic user, whom Li Mo had met not long ago.

The name Kishua spoke of was even more astonishing. Prometheus—was this person named after the legendary ancient figure who stole fire for humanity?

Prometheus paused his actions, gestured with his right hand, and the nearby tea leaves flew into the teapot. Flames appeared out of thin air, automatically brewing the tea.

"Speak. What business brings you here? Your title as the Second Magic user is more famous than mine now."

Kishua sat down leisurely, a smile on his face as if meeting an old friend, and said, "I found a promising talent at your Clock Tower. Want to join me in reminiscing about the old days of being a teacher?"

Prometheus plopped down and scoffed, "The Clock Tower was my only option back then. Now, what kind of talent is it that makes you come find me? Isn't having you, a Grand Marshal, enough?"

"It's not enough."

Kishua shook his head and said, "The magical energy stored within him surpasses even mine. How should I put it... yes, the sun!

That kid gives me the feeling of the sun. And do you know what he projected using Projection Maguscraft?"

His own magical energy was so inferior that even a Magus felt ashamed?

Prometheus suddenly became interested and asked, "What did he project? It couldn't be the sun, could it?"

Kishua nodded, and under Prometheus's shocked gaze, he sighed, "Yes, he projected the sun!

Logically, no one would dare to project something like the sun, nor could anyone project it. But for some reason, he actually projected the sun, and from my perception, it truly was the sun."

Thinking of something, Prometheus suddenly stood up and said, "Are you sure it was the sun? And Projection Maguscraft can at most project eight-tenths of the power of a real object, right?"

Kishua picked up the teapot from the table, spread his hand, and said, "Of course, I know the limits of Projection Maguscraft. But the feeling that kid gave me when projecting the sun was just like the real sun."

"Moreover, I've already given him the Second Magic. Given his aptitude, I imagine he'll master it soon!"

Prometheus frowned, looking at Kishua with a puzzled expression. "Even if he's a genius, you gave him Magic. How could he possibly master it so quickly?"

"No, he's different. I didn't see him in parallel worlds."

Kishua picked up his teacup and drank it all in one gulp, under Prometheus's bewildered gaze.

"He has already met the prerequisite conditions for the Second Magic."

"He is the only one across all worlds."