[109] You're Now My Daughter!

When the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is cooked.

This is a principle anyone can understand.

When Human Order demands proof of Chaldea's loyalty, accusing you of betrayal... you'd better truly have betrayed them.

Listening to Alvin recount Ritsuka Fujimaru's journey, Alvin couldn't help but let out a sigh of awe.

As the last remaining Master of humanity, the young girl had endured the arduous journey through seven Singularities. As she herself described, many times her survival hinged on the mercy of the enemy.

No, that's not entirely accurate.

Rather, it was the girl's own charisma that won over many Servants, earning their aid, including some who were originally on the opposing side.

Inspired by her unwavering spirit, these summoned Servants formed a force capable of truly shaking the history of mankind.

However, they were often limited by the capacity of ray shifting, meaning that when tackling a Singularity, only a few Servants could accompany her. This severely tested her judgment and leadership abilities as a Master.

More often than not, Ritsuka Fujimaru had to rely on the strength of the local Servants within each Singularity, using diplomacy and alliances to achieve her goals.

But what puzzled Ritsuka and Chaldea was an inexplicable and troubling occurrence...

"In London, the fourth Singularity, we encountered the King of the Demon Gods Goetia. He openly declared his true identity to us... he was the mastermind behind the human order incineration. Yet, he didn't deliver the final blow and left."

Why did Goetia spare them?

It was too bizarre.

This act was almost eerie in its strangeness.

Why did Goetia let them go?

Was it mercy?

Contempt?

Did he view them as insects that could be crushed at any moment and took pleasure in watching their futile struggles?

Ritsuka could still remember his expression.

"You are insects."

Descending upon the skies of London, the King of the Demon Gods looked down with indifferent eyes, his golden pupils devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

His overwhelming, abyssal aura spread out, and with a mere gesture, four Demon God Pillars crushed their ranks, plunging Chaldea into despair.

Yet... he left.

"If you are insects, then struggle to survive, and provide me with some entertainment in my boredom."

Leaving behind such words of scorn and mockery.

Goetia walked away without looking back.

As if he wanted to watch the girl's desperate struggles, he didn't deliver the final blow to the exhausted Ritsuka Fujimaru.

This allowed the last Master of Humanity to survive and eventually confront this Singurality and the King of the Demon Gods himself.

So, Goetia was also a sadist?

Alvin pondered, his eyes downcast.

"Goetia is too arrogant... weakness and ignorance aren't barriers to survival, but arrogance is."

In his eyes, perhaps Chaldea was nothing more than an insect that could be crushed at any moment.

But he overlooked one fact...

"Insects, they were never killed."

His arrogance and conceit allowed Chaldea to break through each Singularity, bringing them to the brink of confronting him.

"No... I don't think that's it, Alvin."

Words alone couldn't describe the scene.

Ritsuka Fujimaru remembered the King of the Demon Gods's figure. A ruler with the resolve to burn human order wouldn't indulge in such petty amusement.

"If he killed me, the last Master, all the Servants contracted with me would be forcibly returned from Chaldea, and the hope of saving humanity would be lost. Why would Goetia let such a prime opportunity slip?"

Hearing this, Alvin furrowed his brow.

He hadn't seen Goetia in person.

While the trope of a foolish Demon King providing the hero with advantages was common, Goetia, a king burning human order, seemed to be one with ideals, ambition, and goals.

Alvin asked himself if he would abandon his vengeance for his father, Vortigern, because of Artoria's pitiful plea.

...Absolutely not.

So, if Goetia, this King of the Demon Gods intent on burning human order, had the chance to kill Ritsuka Fujimaru, it would have been the simplest and most effective action for his plan.

Why not kill?

Unless... he did it on purpose.

"Interesting..."

Alvin rubbed his chin, growing increasingly curious about the King of the Demon Gods.

"Goetia must have something to say, something he can't tell Chaldea directly, hoping that you, Ritsuka, will reach him.

"If you can't even make it to him, failing along the way, it proves you were never worthy of hearing his truth.

"It's the indifference of a god...

"I suspect that's his mindset."

Placing himself in Goetia's shoes, Alvin realized that, to the King of the Demon Gods, Chaldea might represent a force with potential strategic value.

"I think the same, Alvin. So, the stance of Human Order and Counter Force becomes intriguing."

It seemed that the enemies they had faced had shown Chaldea mercy, while the Counter Force and Human Order, which should have supported them, remained conspicuously passive.

Ritsuka Fujimaru didn't consider herself a saint, but she saw herself as an average, good person.

So why, instead of pointing their guns at Goetia, they aiming at Alvin, and her, the last Master of humanity?

Was it because they were a good person?

Did good people deserve to have guns pointed at them?

"Those who light fires for others should not freeze to death in the snow." Alvin murmured. "Even I, the Beast of Preservation, understand this principle... if Counter Force and Human Order don't, it seems absurdly laughable."

Reflecting on the battle against Alvin, Counter Force wasn't stupid... if anything, they demonstrated a flexible, strategic intelligence.

Following this logic, one could uncover a chilling truth.

Human Order and Counter Force.

Could they be anticipating Chaldea's destruction?

Digesting this unsettling thought, the staff in Chaldea's operations center fell into a silent contemplation.

Exchanging a glance with Da Vinci, Romani Archaman turned his solemn gaze to Alvin and asked.

"I have a question for you, Sir Alvin... I always felt you were very familiar. Have we met before?"

Staring at the pink-haired man on the communication screen, Alvin scrutinized his face for a moment before gently shaking his head.

"Sorry, I don't recognize you, Dr. Roman. Not in the slightest."

"I see..." Roman looked disappointed.

Or was it that my timeline self hadn't had the chance to meet you yet?

"Did you study at the Clock Tower?"

"No, I didn't."

So, could we have met at Chaldea?

Thinking along these lines, Alvin frowned.

Since he now knew that Chaldea would be blown up, and he had already promised Marisbury to visit Chaldea...

Then why wouldn't his timeline self warn Ritsuka Fujimaru and let Chaldea get destroyed?

Was it because as Reinhard, he hadn't yet reached that point in the timeline where events converged?

Alvin felt like he was grasping at an elusive idea, something faintly discernible but shrouded in mist, hard to see clearly.

"Apologies... for interrupting your reunion, Sir Alvin."

At the palace banquet.

Despite the presence of guards, an old man in a hood, stooped and frail, walked into the hall as if no one was there, his voice raspy and low.

Everyone present turned to look at this unexpected guest.

Gilgamesh frowned.

Ritsuka Fujimaru stood up abruptly, looking visibly excited.

"Ziusudra, how did you get here?"

Throughout the Uruk Singularity journey, this mysterious old man had guided her many times and even helped her when she fell into the underworld.

"Another one I can't see through, shielding himself from my clairvoyance... you're not really Ziusudra, are you? Finally dropping the act."

Gilgamesh, holding his wine cup, looked displeased. This uninvited guest had dared to walk in unannounced, disrespecting the King of Uruk.

"Who dares intrude! Identify yourself-"

Alvin raised his hand.

Gilgamesh paused, then slowly closed his mouth.

"Sorry, it appears to be an acquaintance of mine."

"...Hmph." Gilgamesh slowly averted his gaze. "Since a distinguished guest has spoken on your behalf, I will permit this intrusion for now."

"My apologies, I am indeed not Ziusudra. I merely borrowed the name to deceive you."

"Not a living soul, but a dead one." Alvin lowered his eyelids. "This tranquil, deathly aura... it's been a long time since we parted in Londinium, Old Man of the Mountain."

"As expected, you would naturally discern my true form."

In the old man's eye sockets, ghostly flames flickered. His cloak suddenly ignited, revealing the towering, fully armored figure of the Grand Assassin.

Ritsuka Fujimaru's mouth fell open in surprise, and the others present were similarly taken aback.

Tiamama, who had been nuzzling against Alvin, sensed something and timidly hid behind the silver-haired young man.

"Eek... a terrifying old man."

"Hasan-i-Sabbah?"

"The Old Man of the Mountain?"

"So, the Grand Assassin sent by Counter Force is you."

Seeing the old man reveal his true form as an assassin, Gilgamesh couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed.

"Previously when Tiamat hadn't shown her Beast's saint graph yet, so you couldn't descend as a Grand Assassin. Thus, you took the guise of Ziusudra to guide Ritsuka... but why didn't you act in the underworld when she's in true Beast form?!"

"Because... I was confused."

The Old Man of the Mountain's raspy, low voice caused everyone present to pause.

Gilgamesh was silent for a moment. "What were you confused about?"

Holding his great sword, the Old Man of the Mountain lowered his hollow, flame-flickering gaze, looking at the silver-haired youth seated at the table.

"I hesitated... wondering if this Human Order is still worth saving."

The words hung in the air.

Ritsuka Fujimaru's expression faltered.

The staff at Chaldea exchanged looks, momentarily stunned.

They had just renamed themselves to fight for humanity.

And now, Human Order... was truly in question?

Gilgamesh frowned deeply.

"What happened to Human Order?"

The Grand Assassin said nothing more, simply staring at Alvin, his voice low and raspy.

"I came to warn you... you must never lightly step down from your throne where you suppress Chaos."

Hearing this, Alvin's frown deepened.

It was as if he had grasped something, and after pondering for a moment, he looked at the Old Man of the Mountain.

"...Counter Force?"

"Yes." The Grand Assassin nodded gravely.

"Hmm... If you had acted, my old man wouldn't have needed to unleash the hollow insect... I understand now."

Speaking rapidly, Alvin quickly pieced together the whole situation.

"My old man's release of the hollow insects wasn't a coincidence but a necessity. Even the call from Melusine was intentionally let through for me to hear."

So, it was a strategy to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

This couldn't be blamed on the Old Man of the Mountain.

Due to the battle in Londinium, the Grand Servants had begun to waver in their determination to save the Human Order.

In simple terms, they were starting to give up, no longer wanting to work for the Counter Force of this corrupted world.

Realizing that the Human Order and Counter Force might already be contaminated by Chaos, the wavering feelings of the Grand Servants grew even stronger.

However, even this hesitation was exploited to the fullest extent by the Chaos-polluted Counter Force, which had gained a sort of autonomy.

The ghostly aura of death spread slowly from the Old Man of the Mountain, enveloping Alvin.

In an instant, the silver-haired youth found himself surrounded by reactions.

Tiamat's eyes flared with intense light, black mud bubbling around her.

Melusine's streamlined armor instantly solidified, emitting bursts of flame.

Oberon's ornate robe transformed into a dark cloak, the thorny crown on his head emanating an eerie glow.

Gilgamesh raised his hand, countless portals ready to unleash their treasures.

Ritsuka Fujimaru's Command Spells glowed on her hand as she stood with Mash, shield raised, in front of Alvin.

Although the gathered gods and humans combined weren't stronger than Alvin alone at that moment, their reactions were instinctive.

"You! Step away from my Alvin..."

"Daddy, should I obliterate this intruder?"

"Take one more step towards my son, Old Man of the Mountain, and you will regret it."

"What are you trying to do?!"

"Stand down! This is a guest of honor!"

The deathly aura was instantly dispersed, countless violent presences locking onto the Grand Assassin who had arrived uninvited.

The Old Man of the Mountain's hand trembled slightly on his sword.

The Primordial Mother, the Faerie Dragon, the Hollow Insect, the King of Uruk, the last Master of Humanity...

He had faced many situations before...

But this scenario was unprecedented.

"...I meant no harm."

To show his sincerity, the Old Man of the Mountain sheathed his sword and raised his hands in a standard gesture of surrender.

Alvin understood immediately. "You can't speak?"

"Yes." The Old Man of the Mountain nodded emphatically, "I cannot speak of it here."

The pollution of Chaos spread through memetic means, and merely knowing of its existence could draw its attention.

For humans with physical bodies, this was somewhat less of a concern as they didn't frequently travel between the world's dimensions.

However, for Heroic Spirits manifesting with spiritual bodies, Chaos was the deadliest of poisons.

Explaining in detail wasn't possible because the Servants present would return to the Throne of Heroes, potentially carrying the contamination with them.

Through the awareness of the Servants, Chaos could spread exponentially across the quantum time lock.

Therefore, the fewer Servants who knew, the better. Even related topics were best avoided. Upon returning to his seat, the Old Man of the Mountain would completely discard his memory.

"Understood." Alvin nodded.

Just like Tezcatlipoca is the boss for herself.

And behind Old Man of the Mountain and these other Grand Servants, each of their higher-ups had information they wished to convey to him.

Patting Tiamat's hand, Alvin gently rubbed his daughter's cheek, tousled his old man's hair, and signaled Gilgamesh to relax.

He patted Ritsuka Fujimaru on the shoulder and slowly walked out of the protective barrier formed by the others.

"It's okay... I'll talk with the Old Man of the Mountain. I'll be back soon. Everyone, enjoy your meal."

The ghostly aura of the valley slowly enveloped Alvin, the mist obscuring his vision.

When Alvin reopened his eyes, he found himself at the edge of a valley shrouded in a cool, thin fog.

"To avoid the Counter Force's detection, we must create a small world, akin to a Reality Marble?"

"Correct..." The Old Man of the Mountain nodded. "If you discuss any important topics in the future, remember this."

"The Counter Force has been corrupted by Nurgle, Sir Alvin.

"These entities, seeking to maintain their existence, attempt to transform from the intangible to the tangible, breaking free from the constraints of the collective subconscious to directly influence humanity and the planet's development with their own manifest will.

"Much like the concept of the Chaos Gods.

"The so-called Counter Force is merely the collective will of humanity and the planet to avoid destruction and ensure survival.

"Thus, among the many parallel worlds in the quantum time lock, they are often the first to be contaminated."

The Grand Assassin's voice was solemn.

"The pollution of Chaos has begun to spread within the inner sea of the planet, which has no concept of time and is woven with causality... manifesting in the polluted human order.

"Wars, plagues, conspiracies, desires...

"Their entrenchment along the timeline will gradually introduce elements related to the Four Chaos Gods, subtly altering human cognition.

"Like the ocean unable to resist the influx of rivers. One body of water cannot resist merging with another.

"As beings within the Boundary Record Belt, we find it difficult to resist the essence of Chaos, which closely resembles our own. Only Zelretch, who wields the Second Magic, struggles to maintain the barrier with the power gathered from parallel worlds.

"My Lord and other gods who stand above space-time are trying to resist the pollution of Chaos.

"Sir Alvin, your world is not the most severely contaminated by Chaos.

"On the contrary, because of your presence, it has become the most hopeful in resisting Chaos.

"Your First Flame burned the Counter Force for fifteen hundred years, suppressing the spread of impurity during that period to the lowest level.

"The gods are working hard to weave all causality towards you, binding the disparate branches of the record of quantum time lock to your world.

"Thus, your world will become the trunk of the record, gathering various key elements from parallel worlds.

"So, you must not falter... your presence was a barrier for them, allowing us to contend with Chaos."

As he spoke, the Old Man of the Mountain sighed.

"Your descent gave the Counter Force an opportunity. It has seized the chance to corrupt one of your thrones which is the most coveted by them...

"The Preservation."

So, I was manipulated.

He wouldn't have wavered easily, but the issue involved his daughter and father, undoubtedly his weak spot.

No wonder, even after the inner sea of the planet burned for fifteen hundred years, the Counter Force still had the energy to hide the Dark Sun during the eclipse and wasn't completely annihilated.

Because what was burning wasn't merely the Counter Force but the already corrupted Counter Force.

As a result of gaining this part of the power through the First Flame, Alvin's throne had formed within Chaos.

The God of Vitality and Preservation was thus born.

"It's okay, Kratos is still holding down Chaos. If it's just the Counter Force's trash, he should be able to handle it."

After all, Kratos held the throne of Khorne.

Among the Four Chaos Gods, Khorne may not excel in manipulation like Tzeentch, or in spreading corruption like Nurgle, and may not embody excess like Slaanesh, but one thing's for sure, when it comes to raw combat prowess, Khorne stands as the strongest.

He should be able to twist off the Counter Force's head.

"Indeed, the one who occupies the throne of Khorne, the Godslayer, is indeed not something as feeble as the Counter Force can confront head-on. They have been slaughtered."

The Old Man of the Mountain shook his head.

"But, with the assistance of the Counter Force's intervention, the corrupting influence of Nurgle's contagion is the most difficult to defend against."

"We would like to inform you... that a certain segment of the timeline in this world has been eroded by Nurgle, like falling ill, it has become twisted, grotesque, spreading various diseases and plagues, forming an existence akin to a singularity.

"Chaldea is not convenient to deal with such disasters because they use the power of Servants to correct history, which would lead to severe contamination of the Heroic Spirits and their own saint graph."

"So..." Alvin understood why the Old Man of the Mountain had come, feeling that he was here to issue a commission, "I'll go."

"Yes, there's no one who can do this other than you."

"Fisherman has been ordered to descend and will go to receive you because this disaster was in his hometown."

"Because this time it wasn't by accident and was a commission from you." Alvin chuckled, "At least give some benefits, okay?"

"What about the Holy Grail, Holy Lance, Holy Sword, Holy Shroud... bring some of those over, alright?"

"Compared to those various items, our sincerity is more precious."

The flickering flame in the Old Man's eyes swayed slightly.

"My Lord says we can baptize you."

"Forget it, I'm an atheist."

"You can have free communion at the church in the future."

"Isn't that already free?"

"No, it's the real communion... My Lord willing to let you taste His flesh and drink His blood."

"Forget it." Alvin couldn't help but smile, "I can't stand R-18G, do I look like Hannibal to you?"

"Then... it's just fries. We say, from now on, you'll be supplied with an unlimited amount of fries."

"Okay, bring some to the Clock Tower later."

After hesitating, he ended up bringing over fries, which in a way, made Him suffer a great loss.

"Anything else?"

"My Lord also say, if you encounter Solomon, please hold back a bit at the last moment, at least let him release his Noble Phantasm."

Alvin frowned.

"...Where is Solomon?"

"In your era, in... Fuyuki."

It seemed like he suddenly understood something.

Alvin pondered for a moment.

"What exactly is the relationship between Solomon and Goetia?"

"This... is not something we can know."

The Grand Assassin shook his head.

"In fact, Goetia is a collective of seventy-two Pillar Demon Gods... they pity humanity, they hate Solomon's inaction, and thus intend to burn away human order, reshape the planet, perhaps expressing their dissatisfaction with Solomon."

"Don't you do anything about it?"

"We can't, he has already fallen into Beast, and Beasts have the characteristic of manifesting alone, even we cannot summon him."

"To be more specific, your boss is the Pigeon, right?"

The Old Man of the Mountain remained silent for a moment, then his mouth slowly curled into a somewhat grim smile.

After all, no matter how he smiled with this skull mask on, it always looked grim.

"It's not our destiny, it's my own prayer.

"Assassination is liberation.

"Severing the head of the Counter Force is forgiveness for Him.

"Please know, you who have reached the pinnacle of assassination, the sword in your hand, is for humanity... to reclaim their freedom."

The burly figure of the Grand Assassin dissipated slowly in the thin fog of the valley.

The silver-haired youth slowly opened his eyelids, stretched out his hand, smiled and gently stroked the red-haired girl in front of him, his eyes filled with a worried expression.

"Burning away human order?"

Alvin muttered to himself in a low voice as he looked at Ritsuka Fujimaru.

"The best way to exterminate bacteria is by burning them."

...

"The Seventh Singularity has been restored. Tomorrow morning, everyone will have to return, Alvin."

Seated beneath the dazzling night sky of Uruk, the red-haired girl leaned her head on the shoulder of the silver-haired youth.

Melusine nestled in Alvin's embrace, Oberon floated as a pixie behind him, while Tiamama pressed her big heart to his head.

In truth, with Tiamat's beastly form dissipating, the Singularity had already signaled its conquest.

It was only the magical power of the Holy Grail that was desperately maintaining it, but even so, it could only last until tomorrow morning.

This segment of the Singularity's history had been smoothed out, people's memories would be corrected, and those who had died on the front lines against the beasts would be assigned death in a reasonable manner by history.

Those without bodies, indeed, couldn't be saved.

And those who have bodies have been drawn from the afterlife by Alvin.

He had saved the lives of approximately eighteen thousand people in Uruk, a feat that left Gilgamesh speechless in gratitude.

"I owe you, Alvin. If we meet again, whatever request you make, I will absolutely comply."

Coming from Gilgamesh, such words were like the sun rising from the south.

Anyway, he had already ascended to the Throne of Heroes, and meeting would only happen during the Holy Grail Wars. At worst, upon returning, he could reject this memory segment. Gilgamesh didn't think it was a big deal.

"I don't want you to do anything. I prefer your unruly and arrogant self, with a kind of innocence and wild beauty."

"...Hmph, I won't disturb your reunion."

Gilgamesh dropped the Holy Grail in his hand, his mouth twitching as he turned his head away, bidding farewell.

"Ah, we should also be leaving. Thank you for saving Uruk, dear guest who came from afar."

A golden-haired woman warmly shook Alvin's hand. Quetzalcoatl, who was thought to have sacrificed herself, had been fortunate enough to be saved by a certain jaguar, allowing her to come to bid farewell.

"That being said, it might be a bit offensive..." Quetzalcoatl sniffed, "But there's a rather unpleasant smell on you... That guy's smell."

"Tezcatlipoca?"

"That's right." Quetzalcoatl's face bore a wicked grin. "If you meet him, remember to give my regards."

Even though Tezcatlipoca was no longer a man but a woman now, Alvin still nodded. "I'll remember."

"Thank you for your generosity."

The departing Servants dispersed into brilliant specks of light, leaving only the White Dragon family seated on the walls of Uruk.

So, there was only one night left.

They were going to part... Whom should he accompany?

The four figures surrounding the silver-haired youth exchanged glances.

"I am his daughter."

Melusine pressed her hand against her chest.

"I am his father."

Oberon lazily proclaimed his sovereignty.

"I am Alvin's mommy~"

Tiamama smiled gently, burying Alvin's head into her soft breast.

"So, at least this is a family reunion."

Melusine turned her gaze away with a hint of annoyance, looking at a certain drooling idiot beside her.

"Some people should really learn to roll away on their own."

"Exactly!"

Wiping the drool from her mouth, Gudako nodded in full agreement, then turned to the two goddesses not far away.

"Did you hear that, Ishtar-chan, Eresh-chan? There's no room for you two to join in the fun here~"

"..."

"..."

"I said it's you!" Melusine couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed her by the collar. "Ritsuka Fujimaru!"

"Huh?" Gudako innocently blinked her big eyes. "Aren't I Alvin's fiancée?"

"This queen absolutely won't recognize you as a mother!"

"I absolutely won't recognize you as a daughter-in-law!"

Granddaughter and Grandfather's voices echoed simultaneously, showcasing the true essence of the White Dragon lineage.

"But you two don't have a say in this matter."

Gudako waved her hand nonchalantly, intoxicatedly caressing the silver-haired youth's face. Her face flushed with embarrassment, panting heavily, droplets of thick saliva dripped onto Alvin's armor.

"Marry me, Alvin."

"I refuse."

"Then, at least accompany me tonight~"

The chibi Chaotic Evil Gudako wriggled on Alvin like a bug, rubbing against him.

"Accompany me~ accompany me~"

"Isn't that what we're doing already?" Alvin scratched his head helplessly. "Let's all watch the stars together?"

As tensions rose, it seemed like a showdown was imminent.

"In that case." Alvin offered a constructive suggestion, "How about playing Uno?"

"NO! Daddy needs me! I've been living in Faerie Britain for so long, it's not easy to see my daddy's face! Daddy should spend time with me tonight no matter what!"

"He's my son, he should spend time with his old man."

"Without Alvin, I'll die! I'll die! Wahhh! It's dark! It's twisted! Crawling in darkness! I must have Alvin's kiss!"

"Don't quarrel, Alvin has duties everywhere. Whoever guesses correctly gets a hug from Mama."

"...Stop it."

The silver-haired youth smiled softly and spoke in a faint, ethereal voice, instantly halting the commotion.

"Everyone, we'll meet again, I promise you."

"Let's go, Ritsuka." Alvin smiled and ruffled the red-haired girl's head. "Perhaps, we'll meet at the final Singularity."

"Really? Will you come and help me beat Goetia's ass, Alvin? No, that doesn't matter at all, when are we getting married?!"

"It might happen... I have a feeling."

"We're getting married? Yay!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Melusine couldn't take it anymore and lifted the Chaotic Evil Gudako. "Don't go crazy in front of my daddy!"

"Daddy, you should stay away from that bad woman."

"Son, don't worry, your old man's got it covered."

Got it, meaning he'll do his utmost.

Alvin had already caught up with his old man's train of thought.

But... thinking like this...

Damn, Old Man, do you really want to bring Ritsuka in as a daughter-in-law?!

"She's a mess, how could that happen?"

Noticing Alvin's somewhat astonished gaze, Oberon whistled innocently, inadvertently thinking of his own witch daughter-in-law who guarded and stole.

"Speaking of which, son, you're neither a Heroic Spirit nor a Servant, so what exactly are you now, a Beast manifesting individually?"

Look at the old man's skill at changing the subject!

Right, this also needs to be addressed, to put their minds at ease.

"...Let me tell you all a story."

.

Although Alvin's story has ended, Reinhard's story will continue.

.

After hearing about the reunion with the witch in his time, Ritsuka Fujimaru fell to the ground in despair.

Damn it! How am I supposed to win now? There's absolutely no chance of winning anymore!

No, or rather, in Alvin's reality timeline, by the time he finished saving people and went to propose, he had already been squeezed dry by that witch for over a decade!

All that's left for himself is scraps!

"It seems you have a connection with me in Chaldea, Alvin..."

Ritsuka Fujimaru regretfully grabbed her own hair, banging her head frantically against the floor.

"But, I'm so clueless! I barely participated in Chaldea's missions! All I remember is being a black-haired magus! I don't even remember what you look like!"

"Is that so." Alvin nodded. "Don't worry."

"I understand your journey, Ritsuka, but I chose to avoid you, I didn't even remind you."

"Oh, so you don't love me anymore?!"

"Actually, it was intentional on my part."

The expressions of everyone froze.

"Human Order Incineration..." Alvin looked at his palm and smiled slowly, "Maybe it has something to do with me."

What?!

Ritsuka Fujimaru felt as if a lightning bolt had just struck her brain. Yes, everything suddenly seemed incredibly reasonable!

"Why Goetia let me go, is also..."

"I'm not sure yet. Unfortunately, I can't tell you the exact answer right now. But Goetia's attitude is quite subtle, that's for sure."

"I see! Human Order must perish!"

Since it's Alvin who's going to burn it all down, then let it burn! Burn it all! Alvin must have his reasons! The last Master of humanity must give it a good fueling!

"Lastly, be careful with Counter Force."

Alvin gazed into Ritsuka Fujimaru's eyes.

"I can't say anything more unnecessary, not because I don't want to, but because I can't... as you've seen, even the Old Man of the Mountain would fear this topic."

The night sky was cloudless, the stars shimmering brightly.

In the somewhat dazed gaze of the silver-haired youth.

The red-haired girl slowly reached out and, under the night sky of Uruk, gently kissed his lips.

The girl's amber eyes rippled like a lake, soft and without the possessiveness that speech would convey, only gentle, trembling, and timid, carefully sucking his saliva.

Seeing this, Melusine wanted to pull Ritsuka Fujimaru away.

But she also felt that resorting to such moist and cowardly means was simply pitiful.

She gritted her teeth, turned her gaze away, pretending not to see.

The indulgent kiss finally ended.

The moonlight was crystal clear, shining brightly in the sky.

And... they're still kissing, even tongue-kissing?! Ritsuka Fujimaru, you've gone too far!

"Regardless of the future, or the past."

The red-haired girl held the silver-haired youth's face, each word firm and unwavering.

"I won't give up on you, Alvin..."

"Okay." Alvin smiled and ruffled her hair. "Shall we move forward, with a little more strength?"

"I'll go negotiate with Goetia." Ritsuka Fujimaru said softly. "I'll wait for you in the Grand Temple of Time."

"Who cares if you wait or not! I'm tired of it!"

Melusine pushed Ritsuka Fujimaru away, inheriting her mother's gaze, her sapphire eyes shimmering and blinking.

"Daddy, I want a kiss too..."

"Well..." Alvin chuckled, "That seems unnecessary."

"Hmph! You and Mommy can, why can't I?"

So, Alvin kissed his obedient daughter on the forehead, the silver-haired girl trembling, curling up in his embrace.

"Daddy, do you want a kiss too?"

Alvin smiled and turned to Oberon.

"Are you kidding me? I'm gonna puke, and don't call me with that shit."

The Faerie King flew away with a face full of regret.

Seriously, wherever Alvin goes, he attracts a bunch of women. In his time he's even formed a harem of losers.

Oh my Britain, did he create an incubus?

"In your time, we don't have a blood relationship."

Melusine slowly raised her gaze.

The words uttered by her obedient daughter caused even Alvin's expression to stiffen.

No, filial piety turning into a joke, that's too much!

"Tsk."

Ritsuka Fujimaru shook her head with a playful smile. Even this girl going for it, who's qualified to mock her?

"Melusine, you..."

"You can't control me! You left me in the basement! You said you'd pick me up but you didn't! I'm just continuing your tradition with Mommy!"

Tears welled up in the silver-haired girl's eyes.

Ah... He had almost forgotten that, Morgan was basically his mother too.

"I don't care! Melusine doesn't care! You better come pick me up! Daddy! That damn Faerie Britain! I can't stand it for even a second now in there!"

Melusine resorted to acting cute!

"Ugh..." Alvin scratched his head. "Good daughter, aren't you happy with your daily big clean?"

"Guh?!"

Buzz...

As if there were steaming hot mist erupting from the top of the silver-haired girl's head.

Melusine blushed, and for a moment, words like 'loyalty!' 'burning with anger,' 'like a god,' and 'big clean,' gushed out, causing everyone to laugh, and the air in the walls of Uruk's city was filled with lively atmosphere.

"You! No... How did you know?!"

"Your mother is always scrying and divining, watching you suppress the fairies from the mirror, and even enjoying showing off to me. It's become a daily entertainment for us."

With each word Alvin uttered, Melusine's body trembled slightly, the silver-haired girl blushing and covering her face, wanting to bury herself in the ground.

"Stop! Stop talking! Enough! I'm sorry!"

Alvin smiled softly.

"Sorry for what? Rather, it's good, keep it up."

"...Huh?" Melusine's expression froze.

"Your mommy praised you, saying you're truly the Daughter of the White Dragon, like me."

Alvin held her in his arms, admonishing her word by word.

"I feel like your operations are still too immature, good daughter. Many policies still leave room for the fairy nobles. Clearly, your moral bottom line isn't flexible enough."

Holding his obedient daughter, Alvin began to personally teach her about governing and physical fitness.

"Receiving insults from class enemies is a recognition of your abilities. The more the nobles praise you, it means you're not good enough, but if they secretly curse you, it means you've put them in the right place.

"Remember, as long as you haven't lost, they have no right to accuse you of war crimes, good daughter.

"Extinction Orders, Slavery, Heretic Purification, Population Control, Angels of Mercy, Chemical Bliss...

"Look, I'll explain these policy trees to you... if necessary, they can all be activated against the fairies. We watch you operate decrees every day, they already know how precious they are, you should be more supportive..."

"And also, your efficiency in canned power generation is too low. In fact, for those you don't like, you can actively let them become Moss, become disaster, anyway, you're stronger than them, if they're not Moss, then torture them until they become Moss..."

Melusine nodded vigorously, excitedly recording every wise word from Alvin, wishing to engrave them in her heart.

Listening to Alvin's teachings to his daughter.

Tiamama smiled softly, not understanding Alvin's words, just gently rubbing their heads.

Well, it's a peaceful and harmonious teaching session!

Ritsuka who had been listening to their conversation felt a shudder run through her body, she lowered her gaze, looked at her palm, and began to wonder who was truly Chaotic Evil.

No... Alvin is always right! These are just experiences in governing the country!

She understood! This is Alvin teaching her how to be a Chaotic Evil Master!

To negotiate with Goetia, how can she not have experience? How can she make that King of Magecraft admire her?

Human Order! Your daddy is coming!

"Remember, don't feel burdened, good daughter. When they say it's genocide and evil crimes, just consider it farting. The more they curse you, the happier you should be.

"After all, those fairies should have died a long time ago.

"We call it efficiency."

...

In the midst of their conversation.

A dreamless night.

Melusine excitedly recalled the wealth of knowledge imparted to her by her daddy. Now, within three years, Faerie Britain would surely be unified, bringing unparalleled happiness to the entire nation!

Oh, the happiness of humanity.

Those fairies should have died a long time ago, Melusine thought, especially since she herself was an outsider among the fairies of Britain. She was merely her father's cherished little cotton jacket. The so-called original sin didn't stick to her at all, there was no need to worry about disaster.

From her daughter's words, Alvin understood much about Faerie Britain.

Completely different from the pan-human history of this world, that other parallel world also had its own unique epic over fourteen thousand years.

Then... why specifically Faerie Britain?

"And the other queen, who looks exactly like Mommy, summoned me from that empty basement."

"Another Morgan?" Alvin was taken aback.

He remembered that his witch had said something about she'll beating up the mastermind behind the scenes if she found them.

Would she beat herself up?

"Yeah, except her breast size is much smaller than Mommy."

Melusine nodded, comparing her own flat breast with her mother's.

"She also doesn't even recognize you, Daddy."

In Faerie Britain, there was a Faerie Queen Morgan born.

Alvin stroked his chin.

What exactly was Faerie Britain?

Just a mere parallel world?

His faerie old man, Oberon, also hailed from there, saying that Chaldea directly summoned him from Faerie Britain.

"You mean, in the sea around those islands, many creations from that other world often drift over here?"

Alvin pondered.

"So, it's not just a mere parallel world, but rather... very closely connected between each other, the two worlds?"

"We're not too sure, but anyway, let's just manage our own world, okay?"

Ritsuka Fujimaru sighed softly. After all, saving their own world was already exhausting enough. Who had the energy to care about another parallel world?

The horizon, the dawn's first light.

Everyone present seemed to gradually become somewhat translucent and crystalline.

"The Singularity is about to collapse, Alvin..."

The red-haired girl looked down dimly.

Beside Ritsuka, there was a moment of hesitation, then her expression became flushed with embarrassment.

The silver-haired youth walked over, glanced at his hand, and gently pressed it against her abdomen.

"Alvin, are you still unwilling to let me go?"

"...Ritsuka, if it's not absolutely necessary, don't use this."

"This is..."

The red-haired girl seemed somewhat dazed as she slowly touched her own abdomen... above her lower abdomen, a spiral pattern of greenish-blue was engraved.

"This is a strand of my First Flame."

Alvin buried a spark of flame within the girl's body.

"If you're determined, you can use it to burn yourself... this flame will respond to your intentions, to burn whatever you want to burn.

"But... unless absolutely necessary, don't use it."

"Of course I won't use it, I still have to marry you." Ritsuka Fujimaru panted with a flushed face. "Is this your token of love? Alvin, you even deliberately chose above my womb... so bold."

"..."

"Just kidding... I'll keep it safe."

The red-haired girl walked over, cradled the silver-haired youth's face, and gently gave him a fleeting kiss.

"Goodbye, Alvin." She smiled, "Come support me again."

"Goodbye, Ritsuka." He said, "I will."

The girl smiled brightly and dissipated into the morning light of Uruk.

Holding Melusine in his arms, Alvin raised his gaze with a sense of foreboding. Before him, a dark spiral slowly unfolded, seeming to connect to some unknown depths of chaos.

"Daddy..."

"Daddy will come to pick you up soon."

Alvin cradled Melusine in his arms, and with Tiamama following behind him, he strode forward with determination.

...

Faerie Britain.

The immaculate and splendid chalk city of Camelot.

Seated upon her throne, holding her slumbering daughter in her arms, the heart of silver-haired Faerie Queen seemed to suddenly skip a beat.

In a fleeting moment, as if sensing something.

The Faerie Queen raised her head and gazed at the dome of the palace.

A slow, deep spiral unfolded, and a silver-haired youth with iron-gray eyes gazed at her, extending his hand and gently returning Melusine's saint graph.

"You are..."

He seemed like someone... very important.

"He is... Melusine's true father, Your Majesty."

In the queen's embrace, the silver-haired girl slowly opened her deep blue eyes, her expression somewhat melancholic.

The woman before her, with the same face as her mommy, bore the same name.

But she... had no memory, ultimately not her mother, just the queen.

"Melusine... You-"

"Take care of Melusine, Morgan."

The face that seemed familiar smiled.

"Thank you."

"You-"

Morgan raised her hand, as if wanting to touch him.

But his figure dissipated into the light of the spiral.

...

"It's been over three hours."

"Has Rein gone into a new simulation again?"

"Yeah, but this time he couldn't make contact with any relic."

Waver rubbed his temples, not particularly worried, knowing that they would only find out what happened after Reinhard woke up.

Tezcatlipoca sat on the desk, swinging her legs casually, munching on cornflakes.

"Reinhard, his spiritual reaction has subsided... I guess he's gone to another timeline again? The Sleeping Magus, you know, he's used to it."

Sitting on the bed, the witch's lips curved into a gentle smile as she gently stroked the black-haired youth's palm.

"No choice.

"After all, hubby is busy saving the world."

Before she could finish her sentence, the black-haired youth slowly opened his eyes.

"Hubby, are you awake?"

The three who were watching him immediately crowded around.

"Why did it only take three hours this time?"

"Hey, Master, which era did you visit this time?"

When the two people by her side asked questions Alvin who had just woken up.

Morgan narrowed her eyes doubtfully.

Although she was also curious about her hubby's experience.

But now is not the time to bring that up, because... in front of her doubtful eyes...

A girl with pink eyes and long, peculiar horns, a cute little creature, slowly crawled out from under his hubby's blanket, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

"Um... Finally, Mama find the right way.

"Oh, you're Morgan! Mama knows you!

"You're Alvin's wife, right?

"Ahaha~ I'm so happy! You're my daughter too!"

Excitedly holding the witch's hands, Tiamama felt genuine joy at the thought of having two adorable children.

"???"

Did she just get adopted?!