Under the black sun.
Under the watchful eyes of all.
Bathed in the deep, dark sunlight.
He just stared at her, stunned.
Though her face was veiled, a thin gauze that warned strangers away...
Su Shu knew better than anyone... how utterly she was weeping at this moment.
As always.
She really didn't look good when she cried...
Morgan le Fay.
The name he wanted to call out.
It held life, it brewed desire.
It displayed his own sin, it soaked through his own soul.
The moment the witch appeared before his eyes...
Su Shu had already, in an instant, understood her entire journey.
Time frozen in amber, the lingering embers in a pile of ruined firewood.
The death of Alwin Pendragon...
Forced the witch named Morgan le Fay to live the rest of her life in what was called pain.
Countless times she held onto hope.
Countless times she watched the flames gradually extinguish.
She was repeatedly struck down by despair, yet she never gave up.
Su Shu could imagine what a lonely, staggering figure she must have been in that dark, lightless field.
So sorrowfully, so mournfully, chasing that ethereal vision... for perhaps half a million sunrises and sunsets.
Such a painful separation...
It was something... he never wanted her to endure—
This was the sin of Alwin Pendragon.
And also the unforgivable cruelty of Su Shu.
The witch named Morgan le Fay.
She was despised her entire life, avoided her entire life.
Only he...
Became her one and only light.
Even if it was a black sun...
That was... her sun.
And so...
She took a step towards the dark sunlight.
Her determination.
Her resolution.
That undeniable certainty that allowed for no refusal.
That contempt for fate, a fury that threatened to crush everything—
The concept named Hope enveloped her, and what drove her forward on this path of slaughter was not bone or muscle, but that absolute will.
And so, across fifteen hundred years...
She reached out her hands and gently caressed his face.
She had caught... her light.
And yet, this close, face to face...
When she saw the person before her at this moment...
The strongest of masks...
The deepest of self-concealing defenses...
The most distancing, keep-away-from-me aura...
Were all taken off. Removed. Faded away.
All that remained...
Was a more voluptuous curve.
A more fervent heat.
And that pair of deep blue lakes, surging with ripples, overflowing with an unstoppable tide.
"...I'm sorry."
The black-haired young man pressed his forehead against the witch's, looking into her deep blue eyes.
His raised fingertips gently wiped away the ceaseless tear tracks.
Those strings of pearls still poured down.
But this time...
His hand would not shatter again.
"...I didn't really want to leave you," Su Shu said in a low voice. "But in that situation, for my father's last wish, for Britain, for all the people of this island, I had no other choice..."
Saying this...
The black-haired young man gave a bitter smile.
"—No, that's actually just an excuse. I just wanted to selfishly avenge him..."
"I know."
"...The heart I left for you, it wasn't for you to remember my will, but for you to... break free from it."
Though he was wiping away her tears...
His own pale fingertips gently brushed past his own eyes.
"It had nothing to do with responsibility, nothing to do with the island. That was my purest and most untainted heart, so I gave it to the purest and most untainted you..."
"I know that too."
"It's not that I didn't want to tell you the truth. It's just... the span of time is too vast, and it's such an unbelievable thing. I didn't know how to begin."
That's right.
When had Su Shu not been immersed in the joy that was Alwin?
Such a delicate, shattered thing.
Like a dream he never wanted to wake up from.
"To endure fifteen hundred years, a loneliness so long that one's heart withers... a selfish guy like me has no right to ask you to wait..."
In fact, this too was just an excuse...
The real point was—
His witch.
The person she was chasing.
Was not... Alwin.
Alwin Pendragon.
Was actually just a part of Su Shu.
Such a thing...
Was incredibly insulting, and also incredibly cruel, wasn't it...
And so...
Su Shu had despicably wanted to desperately hide this secret in the depths of his heart.
He felt...
He was truly a despicable person.
Having burned his soul to light the First Flame, he had already given up the hope of living a peaceful life with her.
What right did he have...
To ask her to wait for him in solitude for fifteen hundred years...
And yet...
Faced with his own despicableness...
Faced with his own cruelty...
The witch just cupped the black-haired young man's face.
And gave him the same gentle yet firm response as always.
"—I know everything."
"I..."
Amidst the palpitation of Gray's heart...
In Aozaki Touko's stunned gaze...
In the deeply wistful smoke exhaled by Waver Velvet—
That pair of incomparably soft lips from his memory directly sealed Su Shu's pale and powerless words of explanation.
At this moment...
All words seemed so superfluous.
Just like in the past, fifteen hundred years ago.
Every night.
Every morning.
Under the witness of every dusk and moonlight.
They would only vent their feelings directly.
Indulging.
Indulging in each other without reservation.
Like a spring meeting a stream, they intertwined as if to melt together, exchanging the rhythm of their heartbeats and the temperature of their skin.
The intoxicating kiss finally broke.
Su Shu gently squeezed her hand.
"Your hand is as cold as ever... my wife."
The word he spoke...
Made Gray's expression become somewhat dazed and frozen.
"Master..."
To the silver-haired girl's murmur...
The witch proactively pressed closer, caressing his cheek.
"Then you can... warm it up for me a little more, darling."
In fact, it wasn't cold at all.
It had been warmed, bit by bit, by his hand.
In this selfless, otherworldly scene, like snow and wind intertwining...
The red-haired man's gentle and amazed voice suddenly sounded.
"Husband and wife... huh? I haven't heard that you're married, Shu-kun... I don't know who this beauty is... but what a moving reunion."
Heartless, his face somewhat pale, clutched his twitching, aching heart and smiled faintly.
Even though they were on opposing sides...
He couldn't help but feel a rare pleasure at the scene before him.
The more moving something is... the more beautiful it is when it is destroyed.
However...
Unlike the pleasure Heartless felt at seeing lovers reunite...
Hēphaestion, beside him, gripped the red-haired man's arm with a solemn expression.
"Master, this is not good..."
"Hmm?"
"This woman who suddenly appeared is..."
Relying on her keen Mystic Eyes...
Hēphaestion felt the subtle aura rippling from the other party, an aura of a kindred spirit.
"She's from the Age of Gods... absolutely. That is a magus who has survived from the Age of Gods."
"...Oh?"
Hearing this...
A slightly excited smile appeared on Heartless's lips.
That's right.
When he saw that de-summoning circle light up, the red-haired man had had the same premonition.
Heartless himself was a genius who studied the Age of Gods. His ultimate goal was to achieve the revival of Age of Gods magecraft.
A magus who survived from the Age of Gods... huh?
He couldn't help but feel a sincere sense of kinship.
"Her skill, how does it compare to yours, Faker?"
"I can't see through it at all."
The black-haired woman, not daring to act rashly, had an incredibly solemn expression.
"...That's why it's not good."
"I see..."
She sounds mysterious and dangerous.
However, even if a magus from the Age of Gods survived to the modern era, the power of their magic would be greatly diminished.
What a... waste of a natural resource.
Heartless smiled and shook his head, looking up at the black-haired young man.
"A magus who survived from the Age of Gods is actually your wife? Shu-kun, the secrets you carry are truly full of endless surprises for people."
Marrying a magus from the Age of Gods sounds very strange.
However, Heartless's own life experiences were even more strange and convoluted than this.
Novels have to be logical, but reality doesn't.
In this strange world, anything can happen. This is the infinite charm of humanity.
"If we were friends, I would really like to discuss magecraft with you. Unfortunately, now doesn't seem to be a good time for pleasantries…"
Aozaki Touko's curse had been completely swallowed by the solar eclipse.
There was nothing left to stop him.
Heartless raised his palm, and from the cavity of his heart, he began to brew the secret art of teleportation to the fae domain. He had already had Hēphaestion inscribe a large magic circle here to gather magical energy, waiting at ease for more than three days.
Because of this...
His magical energy was able to support his summoning of the Child of Einnashe and the continuous release of various Grand Thaumaturgies.
Sssss... ssss...
The broken lights in the banquet hall flickered unsteadily.
The shadows in the room converged and flowed, draping over his body, forming a dark, lightless armor on Su Shu.
The black-haired young man narrowed his eyes, the shadow wandering around him flickering like a flame. He raised the demonic spear whose light had been extinguished.
However, the next second...
A pale wrist gently pressed down on his arm.
The smile on the witch's lips was faint and calm.
"To deal with such vermin... there's no need for you to personally make a move, darling."
In that instant...
The ominous witch revealed her abyss.
Morgan sneered and turned her head to look at the master and servant pair who had interrupted her and her husband's tender moment.
Her expression suddenly became ice-cold.
"Darling. Do you want him dead, or alive..."
"—Leave him alive for now."
"Understood."
"Heh..."
Hearing them decide his fate as if he were fish on a chopping block in just a few words...
Heartless couldn't help but laugh.
Although Su Shu's constantly rising aura made him feel a little uneasy...
But now, with the cavity of his heart connected to the aperture of the world...
His life force was already linked to that of one of the Twenty-seven Dead Apostle Ancestors, Einnashe.
Which is to say...
Under this one hour of the solar eclipse...
Heartless knew very well that he was practically invincible!
Voom—!
A deep black hole suddenly opened before the red-haired man.
A giant eyeball embedded in the center of the form then opened its狰狞 pupil.
The crisscrossing, gnashing, sharp teeth were dripping with a thick, foul-smelling mucus.
The ancient vampire species, nurtured by human blood.
The Child of Einnashe.
The monster's blurry flesh and blood organization squirmed and deformed. The intertwined flesh and blood twisted and tangled together like withered branches, forming dozens of grotesque tentacles that spread out violently, covering the entire banquet hall.
"Enjoy this bloody feast... Goodbye, Shu—"
The red-haired man's smiling words were suddenly cut short.
Because...
A scorching hot air dazedly spread throughout the room.
From the void, a deep or magnificent music suddenly sounded.
Accompanied by flames, by shadows, by cheers like a carnival—
A dark,狰狞 iron throne with a black fiery ring appearing behind it suddenly materialized behind Morgan.
"You are my sun."
"Then, let me be your moon, darling."
Taking the black-haired young man's hand...
To Su Shu's slightly stunned expression...
Morgan picked him up and slowly ascended the steps.
A crown of black thorns slowly formed above the witch's head.
Morgan then sat down on the queen's throne with a detached expression.
Her deep blue eyes were slightly lowered.
With a condescending gaze, she looked down on the grotesque, fallen creature before her.
The witch nonchalantly crossed her plump legs, which were wrapped in garter stockings.
"Disgusting thing. You don't even have the right to wail and beg for forgiveness at my feet..."
The spiral pattern on her pale abdomen glowed faintly.
The witch's detached voice echoed, layered, as if a queen of this world was delivering her final judgment.
"Spiral Demonic Spear, Rhongomyniad... Pierce."
As her words fell...
Boom—
A black spear, like an eternal night spiral, which seemed to be able to draw in one's gaze and soul, suddenly descended from the infinitely high sky!
Pshk—
An absolute command.
It suddenly pierced through the狰狞 eyeball of the Child of Einnashe.
Sssss...
A hissing sound.
Along with a brilliant flame that flickered up from the wound, a corrosive sound as if burning the soul instantly spread throughout the room.
Aieeee—!!!
The grotesque monster that had spread from the black hole let out a shrill, mournful scream that seemed to be vomited from its very flesh and blood.
To Hēphaestion's stunned face...
To the twitching corner of Heartless's eye...
The狰狞 pupil of the Child of Einnashe, in the burning of the brilliant flame, deflated like a shriveled balloon.
The tentacles that had spread all over its body also instantly withered and decayed, turning into black ash.
"How is it possible..."
The vampire species, known to be the most resilient and vibrant in the world...
Was pierced and annihilated... in a single blow?!
Unless this was... a strike that burned the soul to its very essence.
"Faker, summon your Noble Phantasm!"
The veins on Heartless's palm bulged as he suddenly clutched the clothes over his chest.
Glistening blood began to flow from the cavity of his heart, staining his clothes a striking crimson.
"Invert, my heart!"
Faced with such a terrifying opponent...
Heartless did not dare to hold back any longer and directly poured all his strength into it.
As pure, primal magical energy poured into the cavity of his heart...
The giant, grotesque,狰狞 eyeball in the sky above slightly cast its gaze down.
Boom—
Twisted, tangled vampire tendrils spread wildly across the ground.
The stalled train, the walls of the banquet hall on all four sides were suddenly pierced with countless holes.
狰狞, barbed, withered tentacles spread and grew, hissing and screaming, wanting to drink blood.
This caused the already chaotic scene to erupt in another round of screams from the various guests, and flashes of various magic began to flicker.
"...This guy sacrificed his own flesh and blood to trigger Einnashe's bloodlust."
Listening to the chaos around her...
Aozaki Touko gritted her teeth. She looked up at the witch high above, picked up the puppet beside her, and went to support the edge of the banquet hall.
As Heartless's face grew paler and his breathing became almost as thin as a thread...
Dozens of black holes once again spread out before him, from which the hissing roars of the blood-sucking monsters rippled.
"Go! Faker!"
Heartless no longer hoped that these vampire species could take down that Age of Gods magus. He had used all his strength to create chaos, even pouring the essence of this body into it. It was just to buy time to escape.
Heartless took Hēphaestion's arm, and a violent crimson lightning surged up, turning into that demonic chariot of the heavens.
Boom—
The chariot pulled by a skeletal dragon suddenly smashed through the train's wall and fled towards the forest outside.
Faced with these two, who were like dogs with their tails between their legs...
The witch just gently raised a single finger and pointed at them.
"The faraway land of dreams... The isolated Avalon... Only the sinless may pass through this gate. Oh, Garden that forever gazes under the night sky, rise here and bind the sinners for me!"
Rumble—
On the ground where the withered tentacles were erupting and swaying, thick stone walls suddenly rose from the mud, enclosing the skeletal chariot.
The Garden of the Sinless.
Stone slabs carved with spiral patterns extended infinitely upwards, piling and intertwining together, instantly forming a stone tower that reached to the heavens, enclosing and trapping the two who were trying to escape.
Bang!
The thundering chariot crashed into the inner wall of the stone tower...
Directly collapsing the pile of skeletal dragons into a pile of broken chicken bones.
The two passengers fell from the chariot in disarray and landed on the stone slabs.
Hēphaestion lifted her messy face and dazedly felt the stone tower before her.
This... how is this possible?!
The other party, with a casual move... had launched a Grand Thaumaturgy of miracles and completely imprisoned the two of them.
She had clearly inscribed a magic circle here in advance to gather magical energy.
And yet, the prana here was all listening to that witch's command.
Such authority...
She had even communicated with the Inner Sea of the Planet?!
Both are magi of the Age of Gods...
Why.
Why is the gap between a magus of the Age of Gods and a magus of the Age of Gods greater than that between a human and a dog?!
"Age of Gods magecraft... is right before my eyes."
Muttering to himself...
There was not a trace of annoyance on Heartless's pale face at being imprisoned. Instead, a slightly strange, fanatical smile appeared.
"The aura of True Ether... is even stronger than a Divine Spirit!"
He fumbled and staggered to his feet, grabbing the prison window of the stone tower, his fanatical gaze looking at the queen sitting on the dark throne in the banquet hall.
"You... who are you..."
Staring at the deep black hole before the eclipse in the sky...
The giant, grotesque eyeball of蠕动 flesh and blood was looking down, its狰狞 gaze cast from within.
The complete Child of Einnashe had been summoned.
The vampire species' thirst for blood was assaulting its nerves.
It would not leave until it had completely drained the blood of everyone on this train.
The black sun.
The giant pupil in the sky.
This grotesque picture...
Seemed so familiar from fifteen hundred years ago.
Sitting on the dark throne, embracing her husband...
The crowned witch smiled and gently kissed the black-haired young man's lips.
"Not just your heart, darling. I've kept your sword well too."
Casually tossing aside the useless and annoying Holy Spear in Su Shu's hand...
The pure white Holy Spear turned back into a golden birdcage, rolling on the ground like a crumpled piece of paper, making the Add inside dizzy.
Taking Su Shu's free right hand...
Morgan gently pressed his palm against her own soft, pale, and smooth-as-jade abdomen.
That spiral pattern glowed faintly.
A slight burning sensation came from his fingertips.
This familiar temperature...
Seemed so familiar in his memory.
Just like when he had buried the spiral sword for her back then—
Su Shu's hand then sank into the witch's abdomen.
And then, he slowly pulled it out.
That broken Sword of Lingering Ember, covered in cracks...
Took form in the black-haired young man's palm, inch by inch.
Held once again in his master's hand after a separation of fifteen hundred years...
The spiral sword spun dazzlingly, letting out a joyful hiss.
"I worked hard... to repair it. To repair this tattered, flickering ember that was left after you burned away."
Their palms, their fingers intertwined.
Together, they held that spiral sword named Lingering Ember.
No words were needed, for they were kindred spirits.
This was the unspoken understanding between the witch and the White Dragon.
The spiral sword suddenly extended, turning into a dark, deep, and lightless spear.
The shadow at the tip of the spear...
Flickered like a flame.
The tip of the eternal night spiral spear, held jointly by their two hands, was slowly raised, aimed at that狰狞, giant, grotesque eyeball in the sky.
"To dare to bathe in my sunlight under my sun. So... I will uproot you."
Her voice was light and firm.
As always, she was declaring her feelings.
Looking into each other's eyes...
Su Shu gently kissed her lips.
"So, lend me your will, my witch."
"The Calamitous White Dragon," he said.
"The Ominous Witch," she said.
"You are my light, then I am your shadow."
"Our wills intertwined... is something that would make even fate tremble."
In that clamor of wind and blood...
Under that bond of life and death...
They kissed, and the wills of the White Dragon and the witch converged.
The decadent eternal night ends here.
The fire of wrath begins here.
"Then... Be annihilated," she smiled.
And he finished her sentence.
"I grant you the eternal night named death."
The shadows sang.
The train trembled.
All the humming, all the voices...
Were instantly smoothed over by the silence of the eternal night.
Driven by the intertwined wills of two generations of wielders...
This soul-burning spiral spear was fifty times stronger, fifty times more violent than ever before!
Boom—
This land...
Seemed to dim for an instant.
A spiral radiance, as deep as eternal night, which seemed to draw in the soul, burst forth and shot towards the sky, directly piercing through the狰狞, grotesque body of the Child of Einnashe in the sky.
The next instant...
Above the vast, endless fields of Britannia...
An endless, boundless, ceaseless dark light burst forth from that black, lightless hole!
Like a slowly rising, black sun—
The tentacles hissed.
The branches withered.
In the almost overturned, dilapidated auction hall, the edges of the various walls rippled with the chaos of Imaginary Number Magecraft.
As the Child of Einnashe withered...
The clamor and panic of the people finally subsided.
El-Melloi II, who had been helping to block the invasion of the Child of Einnashe, looked at the withering tentacles with a ragged face, let out a long breath, and then looked towards the center of the hall.
Under the slightly stunned gazes of everyone...
From that crumbling dark throne...
The black-haired young man and the dark witch...
Walked down the steps hand in hand.
The dust had settled.
With a ripple in space...
The phantom of a white-haired woman finally, slowly, appeared on the dilapidated auction stage.
It was the acting manager of the Mystic Eye Collection Train.
And also a Dead Apostle who had defected from the Dead Apostles, a phantom left behind by the fifteenth Dead Apostle Ancestor, Roseian.
She bore the duty of protecting the train and possessed exquisite Mystic Eye extraction surgery.
However.
Compared to her almost solid figure when she was extracting Mystic Eyes before...
Her phantom at this moment was extremely illusory and flickering, her whole body full of holes like this train.
As the acting manager of the train, she had long wanted to come out and help stabilize the situation.
However, the violent battle between the Age of Gods magus and the vampire species had wrecked the entire train. Just maintaining the space of the Imaginary Number Magecraft had already exhausted almost all her strength.
"I'm sorry... distinguished guests."
With an apologetic expression...
The white-haired woman bowed deeply to the ragged guests present. Her semi-transparent phantom seemed as if it would disappear in the next moment.
"This time, it is our Mystic Eye Collection Train's poor hospitality. This is our shame..."
"Roseian."
Aozaki Touko came forward with a very complex expression.
They were old friends.
Looking at the other's flickering state, Aozaki Touko knew that this phantom was almost at the end of its rope.
If they didn't work hard to maintain the Imaginary Number Magecraft of the carriage...
Those magi with insufficient magical skills might be thrown into imaginary space and have their limbs twisted off.
"Phantom... huh?"
The witch pondered slightly.
So-called phantoms...
In essence, are just spiritual bodies.
A replicated spiral spear condensed in Morgan's palm, its tip spinning and screaming.
Suddenly...
To the amazed gazes of everyone...
The small amount of soul that was filled into it made the white-haired woman's illusory figure suddenly become much more solid.
The people present looked at Morgan in disbelief.
Such divine magic.
Is this... a magus who survived from the Age of Gods?
Some of them had heard Heartless's words.
Such a person...
Is actually the wife of that Black Magus.
It seems the two have been separated for a long time and have just been reunited.
Looking at this scene...
Everyone had only one thought in their minds.
The Clock Tower... is about to change completely.
"Th-Thank you! This... unknown beautiful lady!"
Morgan glanced at Su Shu.
The black-haired young man smiled and pressed his index finger to his lips.
And so, the witch gently shook her head, signaling that it was nothing.
Except for when she was with people she was familiar with, when she would slightly open her voice...
She didn't like to communicate with strangers.
In fact, she had never been a social person.
The white-haired woman's phantom took out the Mystic Eyes from the ten-thousand-eye vault and filled them into the train's energy store.
Soon... the damage to the entire carriage was slowly repaired under the annihilation of one Mystic Eye after another.
This was burning money, but it couldn't be helped now.
The Imaginary Number Magecraft was completely repaired.
The heavily injured guests also let out a long sigh of relief and slumped into the chairs of the auction hall.
The witch raised her hand and made a slight grasping motion.
The stone tower in the distant fields suddenly collapsed, and a vortex appeared in the auction hall.
Heartless and Hēphaestion's ragged figures were thrown out of the vortex.
"Don't kill me."
The red-haired man who was thrown out was pale and gaunt.
But he immediately smiled and tremblingly raised his hands.
In his palm, a spell suddenly lit up.
"...Hmm?" Su Shu narrowed his eyes slightly.
"He has no magical energy," Morgan said softly. "It's a soundproof barrier."
As the witch's words fell...
Heartless had indeed only activated a soundproof barrier, enveloping himself and Su Shu.
"I understand the treatment of a captive. You're going to participate in the Holy Grail War, right, Shu-kun? I have an important secret about Marisbury to tell you. It won't be too late to kill me after I've finished..."
He finished speaking with great effort.
The barrier immediately dispersed.
...Marisbury?
Hearing this name...
Su Shu couldn't help but frown.
Indeed.
In the Clock Tower, no one knew more about the Holy Grail War than him.
However... in Su Shu's impression, there was no such person as Marisbury in the Fifth Holy Grail War.
"Kill him, or?"
The witch glanced at the black-haired young man.
Anyway... she would listen to her husband.
Su Shu walked forward directly, the shadow in his palm converging into a dark sword light, and cut Heartless's hamstrings and tendons.
"My wife, place a seal."
Morgan squeezed her palm.
In a daze, as if the sound of water was rippling...
Dark chains immediately extended from the void, firmly binding the master and servant pair before them.
High-Speed Incantation, without even needing a chant.
This sight further confirmed Heartless's thoughts.
The red-haired man looked up and smiled at Morgan.
"Female."
"Shadow-attribute magical energy."
"Grand Thaumaturgy that can communicate with the Inner Sea of the Planet."
"Medea? Hecate? The Lord of the Nightless City? You... who are you, which great magus of the Age of Gods?"
There was no answer.
Su Shu reached into Heartless's coat, fumbled around, and pulled out that holy cloth of El-Melloi II's.
After checking the red cape fragment in his hand, he slowly let out a breath.
"You will know in the future, Dr. Heartless. Speak when you are told to speak. Don't talk so much nonsense."
This man was indeed very obedient.
As Su Shu's words fell...
The red-haired man immediately shut his mouth tightly.
"Please ask the train to help monitor them before we return to London. They won't be able to escape."
The acting manager nodded continuously.
The black-haired young man before her was the distinguished guest who had saved the entire train.
Let alone helping to guard the captives...
Even if he asked to take half of this ten-thousand-eye vault, it would be only right and proper.
The clamorous chaos finally subsided.
The rest of the Clock Tower group also came up.
Except for Aozaki Touko, this Grand Puppeteer...
The rest of the people could not participate in the battle between Su Shu and Heartless. Their duty was to help block the Child of Einnashe on the periphery.
Looking at the witch beside Su Shu...
A variety of complex expressions appeared on the faces of the group.
Except for El-Melloi II, Aozaki Touko, and Gray, who were closer and had heard the entire conversation between Su Shu and Morgan...
The rest, Melvin, Reines, and Olga Marie, although they were a bit confused, they could naturally see the intimate relationship between the witch and Su Shu.
And...
This new beauty who had appeared beside Su Shu, although it was difficult to see her face...
Her undisguisable temperament and otherworldly skills were seen by everyone.
Heartless, who had carefully planned his attack under the solar eclipse, was easily crushed like dough.
So powerful.
So mysterious.
And...
That voluptuous and proud body curve...
Was so... dangerous, so invincible.
Reines and Olga Marie couldn't help but look down at their own chests.
An expression like that of a loser immediately appeared on their faces.
I lost.
I've lost completely.
He's said this himself before, hasn't he? Now it seems it's incredibly true.
Shu-kun... likes them big!
"Wuh..."
One silver and one gold two losers, faced with this majestic sight, could only let out a defeated, powerless whimper.
Gazing at the witch before them, whose temperament was as deep as the night...
Gray's expression was dazed and frozen.
Not shock, not inferiority complex...
But... loss.
In her mind still echoed Su Shu's incredibly intimate call to the witch.
Those two words...
He had also called her that once.
So...
Master is already... married?
The person he was thinking of when he woke up—
Was this tall, voluptuous beauty before me?
Although a thin veil covered her face...
But through the casual curve of her neck and collarbone...
One could glimpse the breathtaking beauty beneath the veil.
Gray clenched the corner of her clothes.
I see...
Master, these past few days, wasn't avoiding me.
Rather...
His heart already belonged to someone else.
Aozaki Touko narrowed her eyes slightly.
She was not intimidated by the witch's aura. She was perhaps the most sober person at this moment.
Thinking about it carefully, Aozaki Touko just felt...
Strange.
Something is off—
She had known Su Shu for half a year at the Twin Towers. Their friendship had been established back then.
But she had never heard... of him having a wife who was a magus from the Age of Gods.
Rather, with such a background, who at the Clock Tower would dare to discriminate against him?
Those nobles were just inherited bloodlines...
But the magus before her represented mystery itself.
That de-summoning technique...
Where did this fierce woman come from?
She had almost, with an unstoppable force, directly defeated the entire field and taken the crown.
The more she thought about it...
The more it didn't feel right.
Aozaki Touko could accept being a loser, but the woman known as Touko the Orange did not want to lose without knowing why.
And so.
She walked forward.
And asked the question that everyone present wanted to know the answer to.
"Excuse me, who are you..."
"Ahem—"
With a suggestive cough...
El-Melloi II stepped sideways and stood in front of Aozaki Touko.
In a situation like this, how could Shu explain...
As his master, he had to help his disciple.
"Everyone is tired and injured. Let's go back and rest first... this is not a cause and effect that can be explained in a short time."
Aozaki Touko narrowed her amber eyes slightly.
"Waver, you?"
Regardless of her feelings...
As a friend, she was genuinely worried about Su Shu.
A magus of the Age of Gods...
What a dangerous person this is. She, who had been given a Sealing Designation, knew this better than anyone.
This woman who had popped out of nowhere had never been seen anywhere before.
If she were to kill someone, everyone here would die. This is a more dangerous person than Heartless.
"Trust me."
El-Melloi II's expression was solemn, his tone determined.
"This lady is someone important to Shu. She would never harm my disciple."
Hearing this...
The witch turned her head, a little stunned, and looked at her husband.
On the black-haired young man's face...
Was the same warm smile that the witch found so familiar.
"My teacher is very reliable, isn't he?"
"Yes."
"...Tch."
Aozaki Touko turned her head, turned away in annoyance, and lit a cigarette.
People cleaned up the messy aftermath.
The bloodstains were washed away.
The train was restarted.
Heartless and Hēphaestion, as the main attackers, were imprisoned at Su Shu's request.
The Mystic Eye Collection Train had not noticed the tampering with the Mystic Eyes of Bubbles. The acting manager took the main responsibility, and the fees for the guests were all waived.
On the intact train, which was running on its tracks again, a grand banquet was held to calm everyone's nerves.
People discussed the convoluted and tragic stories that had happened today with lingering fear.
What was certain was that...
The Sleeping Black Magus.
After today, his name would surely resound throughout the entire world of magecraft.
But as the protagonist of everyone's discussions...
Su Shu couldn't be bothered with any of this.
He was busy.
Very busy right now.
In the most luxurious VIP carriage, the Clock Tower group was arranged.
And yet...
To Waver's bitter smile and Melvin's slightly embarrassed smile—
His disciple, Gray.
His adopted sister, Reines.
The young lady of a fellow Lord, Olga Marie.
And Aozaki Touko, who could barely be considered an old friend.
Four women were all secretly huddled at the door of that private bedroom, pressing their ears to the door, trying to hear what was going on inside.
The train was trembling continuously.
It was hard to tell if it was the bumpy ride caused by the friction between the wheels and the tracks...
Or the violent ups and downs caused by the big car named the witch, forcefully crushing the black-haired young man's tracks.
All the curtains were drawn.
All the sounds were blocked.
In the familiar, dim twilight...
He, as always, from bottom to top, gazed at her deep blue eyes.
I am being ridden.
Realizing this...
Su Shu, who had been through many battles as Alwin, couldn't help but feel a rare sense of shyness.
That was natural...
Because...
His original factory model was still on its first run.
...and it had to go through such a fierce battle?
The witch looked down at him from above.
The shimmering lake seemed to be rippling with surging waves.
Those silver, silk-like smooth strands of hair, slightly draped down, spread across his chest, making one feel an unbearable itch.
Feelings and heat were exchanged, the seductive charm in her eyes was endless, a heartbeat that pulsed in the shadows.
It seemed to make one feel a certain sense of loss and emptiness.
And yet, the body and soul were constantly being filled, being filled—
Before the witch...
The black-haired young man was like a stream of water being played with at will, flowing all the way down into the deep ravines.
She lowered her deep blue eyes, narrowing them slightly, as if in provocation.
The enchanting aura of hot mist, like a gentle sea wave, hit Su Shu's face layer after layer.
The words that came from her mouth were enough to make one's bones go soft.
"Darling...
"Pour all of the last fifteen hundred years of emptiness into me."
Author's Final Note:
"Gah! That woman dragged Master into the room! She must be planning to take him back as a..."
What kidney-failure crisis.
Wishing everyone sweet dreams.
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