A Thousand Years Later

For Bai Mo, this had taken several months, which was a long time compared to the other Lostbelt. But for Ritsuka and the others, it was just a matter of seconds.

Arjuna sword, but Bai Mo blocked it, Arjuna was gone.

"Yo ho ho, we meet again, you Chaldea folks."

Just then, a figure emerged from behind Bai Mo. Upon seeing those golden-red eyes, the expressions of the group of Master on the carriage instantly froze.

"Does this count as an enemy attack?"

"No, Kama has truly reformed now, and this time it's all thanks to her."

Bai Mo reached out to explain to Kama, Kama tossed his long, golden-purple hair and revealed a proud expression. For a moment, everyone was somewhat unable to understand, as what was happening before their eyes was indeed beyond their brain's processing capacity.

"We are a Human Order protection organization, right? Logically speaking, Baest is our enemy, right? We are the ones protecting Human Order, right?"

Kadoc slapped himself on the forehead, somewhat disbelieving, while Ritsuka, noticing the remaining Command Spell on Bai Mo's hand, clapped her hands and exclaimed:

"Oh, I see. Since a contract has been formed, that makes sense. After all, that's the kind of relationship Servant and their Master."

Ophelia felt a chill run down her spine and said, "So this is how Servant and Master get along... But this is too sudden. They were fighting to the death yesterday. Ritsuka, don't accept this so quickly."

Seeing Ritsuka accept the Ritsuka that Bai Mo and Kama had become friends in less than a second, Ophelia suddenly found it hard to accept her junior's lack of common sense.

"Something must have happened somewhere we don't know about. Hmm, it was the same when I met Dantès before. A lot can happen in the time it takes to sleep."

Ritsuka crouched down to examine the unknown material. The patterns on it were very strange, and it was still warm to the touch. It was definitely not an ordinary stone.

"Besides, it's good that things are resolved, so don't worry about it too much, senior."

Looking at Ritsuka's sunny smile, no one knew how to ask, and could only silently accept this fact.

"By the way, Brother Bai, do you know where Karna went? I just noticed, his spot is completely empty."

The previous Lancer Karna had disappeared, and Bai Mo let out a long sigh of relief, saying, "I'd like to know too. Since we're in India, if we want to know about Karna, why don't we just ask anyone?"

Everyone was somewhat confused by what he said, Rama, seeing this, also looked thoughtful.

"That's true. Now that Arjuna has disappeared, what we should do is naturally start investigating this area again. Let's go, let's go back to that village and ask around again."

The wheels left tracks on the road, and they soon returned to the village they had been in before. The scene of Kali running around everywhere was completely gone, replaced by a peaceful and harmonious scene.

Some people were preparing lunch, others were making earthenware pots, and in each household, one could almost see the small statues of deities being worshipped. Moreover, one could hear the sound of reading coming from one of the houses.

Seeing this scene, Bai Mo couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Putting everything else aside, just the sound of reading aloud made him feel that everything was worthwhile.

"Hey, Asha, we meet again."

Rama greeted Asha like a distant uncle, and even pretended to offer her a banana he had somehow found. Asha, however, looked puzzled and asked:

"Uncle, who are you?"

"You don't recognize me after all this time? I am Rama."

"Rama? Uncle, how come you share the same name as the protagonist of the Ramayana?"

Rama's hand trembled, and the banana in his hand almost fell to the ground. You see, before this girl, she was like a hermit in the Peach Blossom Spring, completely ignorant of both the Mahabharata and the Ramayana.

"Haha, that's because I am Prince Rama!"

At this point, Rama had some idea of what Bai Mo had done, since although he was different from an incarnation of Krishna, he was also one of the incarnations of Vishnu.

Upon hearing this, Asha immediately pouted and then stomped hard on Rama's toes. Although the child's weight was nothing to Rama, and even somewhat cute.

"Um... what's wrong? Did Yu make you angry?"

"You say you're Rama? You big bad guy, why did you suspect Princess Sita at the end!"

"Ugh..." Rama felt as if a knife had been plunged into his heart. His face was bitter, but he couldn't utter a word of defense against the child's words.

"Sita, I was wrong about Sita, and I'm currently searching for her, begging for her forgiveness..."

"Hmph, if you were in this era, the god Kama would surely punish you for repeatedly abusing your wife, and he would also protect Princess Sita!"

"Wait, wait, wait, Kama?"

Rama suddenly felt as if he no longer recognized India mythology, while Kama beside Bai Mo wore a professional, standard smile.

"They will indeed suffer divine punishment, regardless of which deity they are from."

Rama's lips twitched. He quickly looked at several houses and could indeed see statues of Kama through the windows. He looked up and seemed to see Kama's clones flying across the sky.

"Mr. Bai Mo, what exactly did you do?"

"We've given her a new divine position, so at least she won't be bound by the goddess of love anymore, and having an extra divine position is also a good thing for this world."

Bai Mo casually uttered words that Rama had never heard before in his life. He then approached Asha, knelt down, and asked Asha:

"Asha, does your village have a place like a library? Or is there anyone knowledgeable about history?"

"As for a library, there's one inside the school."

Bai Mo left a bag of candy for the little girl, and then went into the library with the others. They quickly found a history book, placed it on the table, and everyone gathered around. As the table of contents was opened, Bai Mo's eyes were immediately drawn to a chapter title, a chapter that did not exist in the original version of the Mahabharata.

The Madman Chapter

The author of this piece is also quite interesting; he was one of the Hundred Sons of Dhritarashtra in the past— Vikarna.