In the morning, I was woken up by an itch in my nostrils.
"Sandora … Stop messing around …"
In a daze, I wanted to push away the girl who was messing around with her hair, but my hands missed. Not only that, but the slight warmth and touch next to me told me that she was still obediently lying next to me.
I opened my eyes in confusion, and what appeared in front of me was a scene that made me not know whether to laugh or cry.
Jingle was hugging a strand of Sandora's blonde hair as if she was holding some kind of giant weapon. She swept her eyes over my face with a "Hey Hey Hey Hey" expression. Looking at her excited expression, only the heavens knew how long this playful little fellow had been messing around for.
"Ha, Ah Jun, you're finally awake …"
Jingle hugged that strand of blonde hair and said energetically as she stood on my chin. In the next second, the little fellow suddenly cried out in surprise and soared into the sky.
Sandora had already been woken up, and was currently lifting her own hair with a smile that wasn't a smile. Meanwhile, Jingle was still subconsciously hugging it tightly, swaying back and forth along with Sandora's fingers, constantly crying out in surprise in the air. Did this fellow forget that she still had a device called wings?
Looking at the little fellow's laughable appearance of trying her best to climb up her hair while crying out in surprise, Her Majesty the Queen and I were about to burst into laughter.
Although due to this fellow's messing around, my "honeymoon" with Sandora was slightly affected, being able to see the Pet Goddess acting cute in a silly manner early in the morning seemed like a pretty good reward.
I just didn't know what this fellow had accumulated over the past billions of years. Was there really nothing left in her brain other than candy?
When Sandora and I broke through the last layer of our relationship, Jingle should have been the first to realize it — there was no way she wouldn't have noticed, as she was directly thrown out that night.
But did she really understand what was going on?
Although this thought was a little strange, I really started to doubt this question. The intelligence of the little fellow had always been something that I was interested in. Sometimes, she was exceptionally intelligent. She could even answer philosophical questions that even the greatest sages of mankind would spend their entire lives trying to figure out in two or three sentences. Sometimes, she was like a complete idiot. Her intelligence was somewhere between that of a pet and a pet. However, there was one thing that I was certain of. The little fellow had definitely noticed the changes between me and Sandora.
Moreover, she should have understood something, right? Now that I think about it, she was unhappy for the whole day and even got angry at me twice for no reason. Although she was fine after I comforted her, it was definitely unprecedented. At first, I thought it was because she was unhappy because she was thrown out to sleep at night, but now that I think about it, it was more like …
Uh, the feeling of resentment and grievance of a pet that was about to be abandoned by its owner.
I couldn't help but tear up at this discovery.
But looking at it now, Jingle had completely returned to her usual silly cheerfulness. She didn't look the slightest bit disappointed. Could it be that she realized that she wasn't left out by me, so she was relieved?
I really couldn't understand the strange way of thinking of those Protoss.
I conveniently removed Jingle from Sandora's hair and placed it in the lampshade at the bedside. After that, I was no longer sleepy. I could already faintly hear some sounds outside the door. Presumably, the others had already woken up.
When I arrived at the dining room, Lei, who was still wearing an apron, was busy placing breakfast on the table. Red A, who had completely turned into a housewife these few days, was helping to arrange everyone's tableware. What made me slightly surprised was that there was actually an additional woman in a cloak and hood who was busy preparing dessert for Little Bubble.
Medea? Why is she here? Also, why is the meticulous Uncle Ge Mu who was sitting on the chair next to her, whose existence was completely lost when he wasn't moving, also here?
"Ah, Boss, you're awake?"
Hearing the sound coming from the stairs, Medea, Sasaki, and Medusa raised their heads at the same time and said in unison. I looked at the group of Heroic Spirits in the dining room who were busy preparing the food and the unprecedented harmonious scene of the upper echelons of the Empire enjoying themselves. I felt that the world was so beautiful.
Damn, this scene was so warm!
"Medea, why are you here too?"
I rubbed my eyes while yawning. I wasn't worried about my image being ruined in front of the employees. That thing had long been ruined in the upper echelons of the Empire.
"Since I'm already working for you, isn't it natural for me to come and listen to your orders?"
The woman who was still wrapped in a cloak said calmly. However, I could hear that her voice was much more relaxed and happy than when we first met. It was probably because after transforming into an Avalon Heroic Spirit, she could finally be with the man she loved without any scruples. That made her feel relieved, right?
"Actually, she just felt that this place is very safe, so she came here to seek shelter."
I didn't know where Sasaki found a bottle of sake. At the moment, he was drinking by himself in the corner of the dining room while rudely tearing down his former boss.
Is that so? Although Sasaki said it impolitely, the truth should be like that.
Demetrius was not the type who liked to fight. She once hoped that the Holy Grail would fulfill her wish, and now it had come true. Therefore, for her now, how to protect her hard-won happiness and how to live a safe and stable life should be the most important thing for her now. Unfortunately, the Otherworld, which she thought would be able to achieve this, was not a safe place. Naturally, she came here to seek refuge.
I can proudly announce that although it was under the shadow of being forcefully demolished every day, the Amasaka Mansion was indeed the most powerful base camp on the entire Earth. There was no safer place than here!
"Hehe … Hehehehe …" An eerie laughter suddenly came from behind me. I couldn't help but shiver. Just a moment ago, I was talking about the security level of this place. What's with this sudden chill?
Turning around, it turned out that Miss Enosaka was holding a calculator in her hand. She walked toward them from the other side of the corridor while giggling like a fool. She mumbled to herself, "Increased again … Double the rent. Tomorrow, I'll free up the basement and the stairwell for the gunman and that silly golden girl. Then, I'll collect twenty years' worth of water and electricity in advance. Then, I'll be able to live a carefree life …"
"Bang!" "Wah!" "Gulp gulp …"
The sound of a crash was followed by Milord's exclamation. I lowered my head with a stupefied expression as I watched Milord's head crash into the wall even though she had just woken up with low blood pressure. Then, she rolled to my feet. I felt as if every nerve in my body was twitching. If the Asida Gemini and Sylvia were half as greedy as Milord, wouldn't they have gotten out of poverty long ago?
I helped Amasaka up from the ground and cast a healing spell on her. It seemed that she was much more clear-headed now.
"Uncle Alien, why did you hit me?" Amasaka scratched her face and asked in confusion.
Alright, although it didn't have any healing effect, it could at least get rid of the dizziness, right?
Although we all had illustrious identities, from emperors and generals to princesses, when it came to the dining table, with just Sandora taking the lead, no one would care about dining etiquette. Thus, no matter if it was at the Emiya family or now at the Amasaka family, our breakfast was earth-shattering. This scene naturally shocked Sasaki and Midea, who had just arrived. Even Geki Soichiro, who hadn't said a word and only nodded at us, looked at us with a horrified expression. I was busy helping Pandora and Visca wipe the rice off their faces. (I suspect that they purposely rubbed their faces on purpose! They just wanted to get more care from their 'big brother'. Have you ever seen anyone eat with rice stuck to their head?) I asked Emiya, "Speaking of which, you guys don't have classes today, right?"
Emiya nodded. "Yes, Sasaki and Saber said they wanted to teach me combat techniques, so we planned to train during the day."
"What a stubborn guy." Amasaka sighed. "With Uncle Alien and so many powerful fighters, what's the use of becoming stronger?"
"That's not the point, okay?" Emiya immediately retorted. "I only want to become stronger so that I can obtain the power to realize my dreams. Do you want to entrust everything to Chen, Amasaka?"
"Hmph, what a boring idealist." Red A habitually squinted his eyes and threw a sentence at him coldly. Then, he quickly offered the cake before Little Bubble could make a fuss. Even as a heroic spirit, he was extremely afraid of the monstrous strength of the little ancestor beside him. Just now, because the other party wanted jam, he was one step too slow. In the end, he suffered a brutal blow to his ribs. His lungs were still hurting.
I reckoned that after this meal, he wouldn't dare to sit with a child for the rest of his life.
Hmph, Little Bubble will only be obedient when she's around me and her 'mothers'. An uncle like you will be treated as an absolutely untrustworthy target by that lass!
When Wei Gong was mocked by Red A, he immediately wanted to retort, but when he saw that Red A was torturing him like a grandson by a little girl who was only eight or nine years old, he immediately lost the interest to protest. Instead, he cast Red A a sympathetic gaze.
Originally, according to our initial plan, we should attack the Jintong Family as soon as possible. After all, the scale of the heroic spirit army under their control was too large. Also, who knew how long it would take for "Octavian" to gather another army. If we dragged this out for too long, they would borrow the power of the Inner Plane to cause trouble again. Even though it wouldn't be enough, it would still be a huge problem. However, after some consideration, I decided to set the attack at night. It wasn't that the Jintong Family's threat had reached the point where we had to launch a sneak attack. Rather, if we were to fight against the heroic spirit army, we would need to use the Garden of the Departed to protect Fuyuki City. During the day, the citizens of the city would be awake, and a huge anomaly would inevitably attract the attention of certain special people. That was why I decided to postpone the attack until night.
Also, I could use the time during the day to investigate what exactly the Bloody Moon was with the backline's intelligence team.
I returned to my room alone and connected to the Shadow City's mental connection. The one who responded was Lin Xue.
"Hey, young man, you still remember your mission?"
"Stop fooling around. Let's get down to business." The corner of my mouth twitched as I hurriedly sent a question in my mind before she could complain. "Yuki, have you analyzed the situation regarding the Bloody Moon and the Roman Legion?"
"You have to be glad that you have a crazy research team and an even crazier researcher." Lin Xue's tone was filled with admiration. "Tawil has analyzed all the information he has collected and came to a preliminary conclusion. The heroic spirit army that is currently fighting against you is not a real heroic spirit summoned by the normal rules, but a product of the second summoning. It is similar to the Sasaki summoned by Medea, but the quality is lower and the quantity is astonishing. This is the result of the analysis based on the other party's energy pattern. The summoner should be the founding emperor of Rome, Octavius. The Roman Empire left a strong mark in history, and its powerful legion is famous. Therefore, as the 'Augustus' who created Rome, Octavius is likely to have the ability to summon the entire Roman Legion."
"This is something that Sandora and I have also guessed. After all, even if all the members of the Jiantō family are the reincarnations of Archmages and all of them are equipped with purple equipment, it is impossible for a human to summon tens of thousands of heroic spirits. Furthermore, the Roman general mentioned that Octavius is the root of their existence."
"Of course, this is easy to guess, but the following information is something that your wooden head would never have thought of. According to the Bubble's calculations, even if Octavius has the skill to summon the Roman Legion and the Holy Grail itself provides him with all the magic it can gather, it is still impossible for him to summon the entire Roman Legion. In fact, according to the strength of the infantry spirits, Octavius can only summon an army of one thousand people. Furthermore, these one thousand people cannot stay in the modern world for more than fifteen minutes. Otherwise, the fragile magic structure of the Fate world will collapse due to partial exhaustion. It is even possible for a magic storm to sweep the entire world."
"In other words, in theory, no one has the magic power to summon and maintain ten thousand heroic spirits. Even the 'Holy Grail' is impossible, right?" I frowned. It was not that I doubted this conclusion, but it did not match the facts that we had experienced.
"That's right, and it is 100% impossible. This has already exceeded the current maximum flow of magic in the Fate world. If ten thousand heroic spirits were to be summoned at the same time, the world's energy system would not be able to withstand the magic flux."
"Then, other than Octavius himself, the Jian Tong family also found an unprecedentedly powerful energy source for him?!" After thinking about it, there was only one conclusion that was close to the truth. "Wait, could it be …"
"The Crimson Moon," Lin Xue's voice confirmed my guess. "This was not observed by the system. Tawil is still unable to scan the structure of the Crimson Moon and its operating principles, but my eyes have seen some truth. The Crimson Moon is an unprecedented energy source, and it can produce almost any form of energy for the nearby energy-consuming units to operate. The Roman Legion of Heroic Spirits was summoned by Octavius, but the source of their magic power is the Crimson Moon. This is also consistent with the phenomenon of the Crimson Moon reviving the heroic spirits. Also, there is one thing that is worth noting. Although the attribute of the energy in the Crimson Moon cannot be identified, Tawil's analysis shows that the wavelength of the Crimson Moon is almost exactly the same as psionic energy, but the waveform is completely opposite. Currently, Tawil has already called the Crimson Moon 'anti-psionic energy,' but we are still not sure about its other properties."
The Crimson Moon, it was the Crimson Moon again. The appearance of an Inner World in the Fate world was already unbelievable enough, and now there was a Crimson Moon that even Tawil could not analyze. How many secrets were hidden in this world?
"Xue lass, do you think it's feasible for us to send a research ship to land on the Crimson Moon?"
I thought about it, and this seemed to be the most direct and convenient solution. Although we had decided at the beginning that we wouldn't need to use the military to solve such a small world crisis, it seemed that the abnormality of the Fate world was far more troublesome than we had imagined. Regardless of whether it had anything to do with my tragic aura or not, using the military seemed to be the best choice now.
Lin Xue was silent for a moment, then she denied, "Seves did suggest this at the beginning, but I rejected it immediately. Although I couldn't see it clearly, I saw that there was something dangerous hidden in the Crimson Moon. If we were to send a research team rashly, it might collapse and even impact the Surface World."
"Tsk —" I sucked in a breath of air. "That's so troublesome. We can't even destroy it, but can't we just go and take a look?"
"It's best not to try that. The surface of the Crimson Moon is a layer of boiling energy. That layer of red is not a solid at all, but a large amount of something similar to high-pressure plasma. Its structure is inherently unstable. What if you accidentally blow it up?"
Tsk, how dare you criticize me. You dismantled so many of my things, aren't you worried that you might blow something up?
Knowing the connection between the Crimson Moon and the Roman Army was of great significance to me. At least now I could be sure that the old man from the Jiantong family didn't ascend to become a Daluo Golden Deity by chance. His nature-defying advantage was entirely due to a mysterious celestial body. In that case, it seemed that Yan Feng Qili didn't have the ability to turn ordinary people into dragons.
Speaking of Yan Feng Qili's words, I wondered if Lin Xue had seen something?
"Of course, that guy is the mastermind behind everything." As expected, the prophet had long known about Yan Feng's conspiracy, but this lass just wouldn't say anything!
"Anyway, you didn't get hurt, did you?" Lin Xue didn't feel any pressure in the face of my resentment. "Don't worry, blockhead. If something really happens that might hurt you, I will naturally remind you. As for that Yan Feng, I only observed him when you mentioned that he was suspicious yesterday. Let me tell you, that guy has long discovered the existence of the inner world and obtained some related things and knowledge, such as the black crystal dagger that can open the door. He seems to be using the old man from the Jiantong family and Caster to gradually crack the secret of the Crimson Moon's power, but what is his specific purpose … That future is uncertain, but it's certainly not a good thing. Prying on power that doesn't belong to you is the nature of many people. Is Yan Feng Qili planning to take the path of cultivation?"
I: "… You really dare to think!"
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