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When Kenneth brought up their deal first, Morgan's eyes flickered a few times.
"No need, there's no rush. I have a new idea. Before that, let me tell you about the current situation."
Morgan placed the formal attire on the table and looked at Aozaki Touko sitting opposite him.
“Chengzi and I are ultimately outsiders. Your adopted sister is too young, and her family is from a low-ranking family. Some guys have already started to have inappropriate thoughts.”
Narrowing her eyes, Aozaki Touko could already sense the seriousness of the situation. If Morgan could send Aozaki Aoko away, then there must be quite a few of those guys Morgan mentioned. Aozaki Touko didn't dare to think about how many people were behind it. However, since Kenneth, who was in charge, hadn't spoken up, Aozaki Touko wouldn't speak up on her own.
"how many?"
Kenneth's voice came through the communicator, and Morgan thought for a moment before giving a rather 'neutral' answer.
"Currently, there are 57 confirmed cases, including some old-timers and some newcomers. Apart from some minor players, there are nine that require attention."
"nine?"
At this point, Kenneth on the other end of the formal attire really couldn't hold back anymore. Putting aside the total number of people, there are only twelve monarchs in total, and nine spies suddenly popped up. This El-Melloi really has a lot of talent. They might as well rename it the Distillery!
"Nine. That one person from the Spirit Summoning Department supported five of them. I heard he's also your master and future father-in-law. Tsk tsk tsk, you two are really a loving and filial couple."
Faced with Morgan's teasing, what could Kenneth say? But since Director Ken's father-in-law had extended his hand, how could Kenneth let him take it back? Just as Kenneth was pondering this, Morgan continued.
"Of the remaining four, Baruyeleta and Transberio each supported one, and the last two were won over by that Meastia. What do you plan to do with them?"
Without uttering a sound, a brief silence fell within the barrier. He weighed the pros and cons in his mind. It was a rare opportunity, and it would be a shame not to take advantage of those outstretched claws.
“I heard from Orange that my good teacher is in charge of a mining department, right? Except for those nine, everyone else was sent to him. Morgan, why don’t you interfere with Albion’s spell and give him some work? We can’t let him be too comfortable before I get back.”
"It seems you're not planning to come back right away. Are you planning to wipe us all out in one fell swoop?"
It has to be said that Kenneth simply enjoys communicating with Morgan, just for the sake of peace of mind.
"It's a rare opportunity like this. If we're going to kill them, let's kill them all in one go. The power to overturn the table is in our hands. Until I get back, I'll leave it to you guys to play with them."
"Ugh, you're such a bad thing, but you're just my type..."
After hanging up the communication, Morgan, who had finally found some amusement, had no objection to Kenneth's arrangements. After giving Kenneth what he needed, Morgan began to ponder how the magicians who were about to go down into the mine would die.
Chapter 116 The Holy Grail and the Ceremonial Attire of Law
The night remained silent, and the cool-toned magic illuminated the closed magic workshop. The seven-colored light dissipated, and the eerie red eyes regained their former clarity. The Purifying Magic Eyes, these magic eyes that were close to the rainbow level, had completely reached that legendary realm after undergoing the baptism of the source.
As the holder of the Third Law, Kenneth can achieve immortality by relying on his materialized soul as long as his soul remains intact. These magical eyes can be said to perfectly make up for Kenneth's last shortcoming. The characteristic of his ascension to the Rainbow is to adjust the distance between souls and influence the other's soul with the magical eyes, from perception to emotion, from closing the distance to complete conversion. With the support of the materialized soul, the upper limit of this ability is beyond Kenneth's imagination.
However, reality was not always smooth sailing. Looking at the body before him dissipating into magic, Kenneth realized that the magic he obtained from entering the Root was incomplete, or rather, it lacked a part of the characteristics of the Third Magic. The Third Magic granted Kenneth's soul infinite magic power of perpetual motion, granting him immortality far exceeding that of the Dead Apostles. But it was only immortality far exceeding that of the Dead Apostles. After several attempts, Kenneth was unable to create a perfect body with his own soul to match it.
Kenneth's soul has become materialized, but the body that carries this materialized soul is still the human body that has sunk into the Root. Even though this body has been baptized by the Root, its upper limit still exists. His body has become a shackle. What he lacks is an opportunity to reach perfection.
To verify his suspicions, with the help of the mansion, Kenneth bound a passing pigeon to the experimental table. Magic circuits covered his arm, and Kenneth extracted the materialized soul from the pigeon's body. The aura of the Third Magic made the magic shimmer white, and guided by the magic eye, using the materialized soul as a catalyst, a pigeon printed with magic appeared on the operating table.
"Pigeons? I don't feel that sense of lack. Is it because my soul level is too high, or because I don't understand the essence of the law enough?"
He casually tossed this ultimate creature, capable of shaking the magic world, out the window and stared at its reflection in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. White particles of light appeared until the workshop floor was piled with soulless bodies. Perfect bodies created by materialized souls will always crumble at the last moment.
What exactly am I lacking?
The pieces of meat on the ground turned into magic and dissipated. Kenneth, who had entered the source vertically and emerged horizontally, still couldn't find the missing piece of himself. As dawn broke, he realized that day was approaching. After racking his brains without success, Kenneth tidied up Kuonji Arisa's magic workshop and returned to the hall.
As the morning bell rang, as usual, Kuonji Yuju walked down the stairs. The man she had taken in was still sitting like a wooden stake in front of the French windows. The only difference was that the man was holding a cup of black tea in his hands.
The familiar routine was abruptly disrupted, and the old-fashioned witch was momentarily at a loss as to how to face the man who had become an integral part of her daily life. With mixed feelings, she walked to the French windows, where a steaming cup of black tea sat in front of her usual seat. After confirming that Kenneth's consciousness was still empty, Kuonji Yuzu suppressed her unease. She longed for the man to awaken yet feared his awakening—this was the complex emotion of the fairytale witch. However, what Kuonji Yuzu didn't notice was that the earring the man usually wore had disappeared.
With the temporary body constructed by the third wave, Kenneth stood in a scorched earth sealed off by a containment zone. A few months ago, according to news reports, three meteorites fell one after another, and the area around Mount Enzo became a thing of the past. Following his memory, Kenneth arrived at the great underground cavern. Months later, the malice in the air was still strong, and he heard the familiar seductive voice in his ears. With no expression, Kenneth walked toward the Great Grail that emitted a faint golden light.
Tear--!
Flesh and blood writhed and tore through the rock wall, and a giant hand reached out to attack Kenneth. The splashing black mud eroded the ground, and the swamp-like rocks, like hatching insect eggs, spewed out twisted arms that tried to drag Kenneth into the abyss. A sharp, mad laugh rang in his ears, and the demonic sound entered his ears. Kenneth's brows furrowed tightly.
"Quiet! Can't you just wait to die before I'm done with this?!"
Without Karna's earring activating on its own, a sudden gust of wind swept away all the deformities formed from the black mud. The empty cave trembled and rocks fell. The spreading gale tore the chunks of flesh hanging on the rock wall into pieces. Blood turned into black mud and emerged into deformed human faces. Angra Mainyu unleashed his remaining malice upon Kenneth without reservation.
"I told you, don't bother me until I'm done with this! Are you in such a hurry to die?!"
The moisture in the air was drawn away, and Kenneth swung his arm. The water, which should have been harmless, condensed into an ice blade, splitting the surging black mud in two. The icy aura emanating from the blade pierced through the flesh and left bottomless knife marks on the rock wall behind.
The two halves of flesh crashed down, and the writhing eyeballs were fixed on the man outlined in front of the Grand Sundae. Even now, Angra Mainyu, the vessel of evil, still couldn't understand why the man before him had become so powerful.
"Don't you dare die before I'm done with this!"
As the calm words fell, the still-wriggling eyeballs burst open, the water flowed into chains, embedding the flesh that was trying to reassemble into the rock, the sealing barrier was activated, and Kenneth's ears finally had some peace. After drawing the magic circle to summon the Servant, his right arm emitted a dazzling blue light, and a massive amount of magic power surged from Kenneth's hand, pointing directly at the Greater Grail in front of him.
Kenneth's goal is simple: to fight the Holy Grail War again. The activation of the Great Holy Age requires magical power, which is exactly what he has in abundance right now. Using his earring as a catalyst, he will summon Karna, quickly end the Holy Grail War, defeat Angra Mainyu to gather the seven Spirit Origins, and then go to the outer world to explore the missing piece of himself.
"If I were you, I wouldn't start this thing prematurely."
Kenneth's hand paused for a moment as the man in his field of vision instantly heightened his vigilance. Gray hair, red eyes, a full beard, an aged appearance but an unusually vibrant aura—Kishua Zelrich Schbein Augu, the founder of the Mineral Science Department, sitting at the crossroads of worlds, observing the world, driving planets, and the Second Magician who has been working tirelessly for the development of the Mage's Association.
"I didn't expect that the axis would deflect so much if we weren't careful, but so far the splicing is going well."
"This truly astonishes me, Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald, Third Law, you who transcend all possibilities of timelines, have actually come this far..."
Faced with Zelrich's sudden appearance to stop him and then his own monologue, Kenneth, unable to fathom the other's intentions, silently began to accumulate the magic power belonging to the Third Law within his body.
"Well, I'm making you think I'm some old man who likes to talk to himself. If you keep going, that big spider might wake up, so could you please be understanding of this old man? I have a lot of troublesome work to do right now."
On the surface, Kenneth remained unmoved, but his heart was in turmoil. Would activating the Greater Grail ahead of time awaken ORT? What kind of butterfly effect could be so severe?
“The newly born Third Law, Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald, your premature activation of the Greater Grail has made it impossible for me to remain an outsider. Therefore, for the sake of the Association's continuation, Third Law, could you please stop what you are doing?”
With the magic in his hand dissipating, Kenneth, having read the script, wouldn't question what Zelrich had said. It was true that Zelrich had a terrible personality, but he wouldn't be careless about the development of the Mage Association. Kenneth wasn't confident he could deal with the Type: ORT that had devoured Mercury U and came from the Oort Cloud.
Seeing that Kenneth had ripped off the magic, Zelrich instantly lost his previous seriousness, rubbed his hands together, and scurried towards the ever-vigilant Kenneth like a fly.
"Thirdly, I wish to exchange formal attire with you. Is that alright?"
Without giving Kenneth a chance to refuse, the gleaming jeweled sword was shoved into his palm the moment the sound fell.
"Alright, you've accepted my Mystic Code. The deal is done. I'll come looking for you once you've created the Mystic Code for the Third Magic."
Taking a step forward, Kenneth blocked the way for the departing Jewel Mage. He had no clue about the Third Magical Attire, and Kenneth had a feeling that Jewel Mage hadn't finished speaking. Meeting Kenneth's demanding gaze, Jewel Mage turned his head away and laid out a blueprint in front of him.
"I have designed several formal attires that require suitable cores. This should be a piece of cake for you, a Third Law user."
Upon seeing the name of that cheerful-type Mystic Code, Kenneth already understood what this disrespectful old bastard was up to. New doubts arose: although the Second Magic was a parallel world magic, it could still achieve the use of infinite magic power. Why would the Jewel Elder go to such lengths to find him, a novice in the Third Magic? Kenneth memorized the blueprints for the Magic Ruby Staff and took a step back to make way for him.
Watching Zelrich leave, Kenneth pondered the meaning of the Jewel Sword in the dim space. The Jewel Sword in his hand was not the useless NP-boosting weapon in the game. It was strange that the Jewel Sword had given him this second magic Mystic Code just for a few cores. Calling on the magic power of parallel worlds was only the most basic function of the Jewel Sword. Its essence was still a Mystic Code that operated the second magic "Parallel World Operations", which could spy on and interfere with parallel worlds.
In short, if used properly, this sword could fully utilize some of the abilities of the Second Magic. Shifting his gaze from the Great Saint in front of him to the summoning circle at his feet, and weighing the gem sword in his hand, Kenneth felt that he could modify his plan.
Chapter 117 The Unexpected Witch
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Stepping out of the great void, raising his hand, this mutilated body, under the heavy pressure of the materialized soul, was already approaching crystallization. Along the cracked skin, the flowing magic was constantly eroding the flesh beneath.
"What exactly is the opportunity for the perfect body?"
Reflecting on what he lacked, and carrying the materials Morgan had sent, Kenneth returned to the mansion in Misaki City. Before closing in, Kenneth needed a suitable place to adapt to the power within his body, and that otherworldly mansion was his first choice. His crystallized body dissipated as magic, and his materialized soul gradually returned to his body, which sat languishing under the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Alice! Put me down! What's going on here? And why is there a man in your house? Could it be... could it be your boyfriend, Alice?! Alice, I... ...
Seemingly finding Lydell too noisy, the elves sitting on the shoulders of Kuonji Yuusu sealed her mouth with tape under Lydell's horrified gaze, leaving only the Coal Witch's increasingly shrill whimpers in the air.
As her soul returned, a very familiar humming sounded from behind her. In the hall behind Kenneth, the Coal Witch, wrapped in a carpet like a sausage, was hanging in mid-air. Her rose-gold twin tails swayed with her struggles, and she let out a wail that was in line with her character as she sat drinking tea by the French windows.
"This is really..."
Although he didn't know what had happened, Kenneth felt a terrible headache coming on. He had just finished arranging the work at the Clock Tower, and then Lydel showed up at Kuonji Arisa's place. Hadn't the Clock Tower been having a lot of trouble lately? You're abandoning the Botany Department!!
"The goods have been delivered. You can leave now."
After tearing off the tape from her mouth and being persecuted by Aozaki Touko into leaving all the clock tower work to her agent, the Coal Witch Lydel, under the guise of delivering documents, rushed to Misaki City overnight with a plane. Skillfully breaking down the door, the aggressive Coal Witch was immediately arrested on the spot by the fairytale creatures in this mansion. Before Lydel could even catch her breath, the sight of her and Kuonji Yuzu sitting together in front of the floor-to-ceiling window immediately made this witch, who cared deeply for her best friend, furious.
Witches are a cursed group of people. The legacy of witches is always accompanied by tragedy. Lydel is alright, as a witch who came from humble beginnings, so the curse of witches is not obvious. But Kuonji Yuuka is different. As a legitimate witch who continues the fairy tale, once Kuonji Yuuka fulfills her destiny as a witch, only death awaits her. This is a curse engraved on the witch's soul, a tragedy that cannot be avoided even by changing bodies.
Freeing herself from the carpet, the Coal Witch stormed to the French windows. Noticing that Yuuki Kuonji was looking away, Lydel became even more certain of her guess: the witch's curse was lingering. At this moment, Lydel had already conceived the idea of breaking up the couple she saw as lovers.
"You bastard, stay away from Alice... Lord El-Melloi! Alice, what are you doing here? What have you been doing behind my back? Ugh..."
"It hurts, it hurts so much, Alice! Why, why are you living with this guy?!"
Several men's clothes were hanging on the balcony outside the window, and afternoon tea for two was laid out on the table. The sunlight streaming through the French windows turned pink under Lydia's filter. She covered her mouth in panic, the glint in her eyes disappeared, and Lydia, who had already imagined a series of 18+ scenarios, collapsed to the ground in despair. Faced with Lydia's performance, Kenneth really had a hard time keeping his expression in check.
"Lord? Lydia, do you know him?"
"It's so good that you two aren't in that kind of relationship!"
With a renewed gleam in her eyes, and realizing that Kuonji Yuzu didn't know Kenneth at all, Lydel, now transformed into the Ruined King, was fully revived. Pulling her hand away from her childhood friend's grasp, Kuonji Yuzu looked at Kenneth and began to explain her experiences over the past few days to Lydel.
......
"No wonder he didn't return to the Clock Tower, he must have lost consciousness? Can that Holy Grail really reach the Root?"
Squatting down in front of Kenneth, Lydel scrutinized his vacant eyes. As Lydel's face drew ever closer, Kenneth obligingly babbled a few times. For some reason, Lydel felt that those empty eyes were mocking her, but she had no proof to confirm that the truth was as Kuonji Yuzu had said. Lydel, who was squatting opposite Kenneth, turned to look at Kuonji Yuzu, who was tactically drinking tea.
"Alice, is it really true that nothing happened between you two?"
"no!"
Having received Kuonji Aratsu's affirmative and confident answer in an instant, the skeptical Lydia pulled up a chair and sat between the two of them, glancing left and right, her sapphire-like eyes flashing with a wisdom that was out of character for her.
“Then I’ll take him away now. The Clock Tower is in complete chaos because of him.”
"no!!"
Kuonji Yuzu's reaction far exceeded Lydel's expectations. Her hand trembled, and the teacup she had just picked up fell onto her leg, soaking her fitted trousers with the brown tea. Staring wide-eyed, Lydel looked at the suddenly agitated Kuonji Yuzu in disbelief. Realizing that she had lost her composure, Kuonji Yuzu coughed and regained her usual calm.
"No! He is the heart of this mansion, and I will absolutely not allow him to leave before I get this mansion back."
Narrowing her eyes, Lydia looked away with a hint of doubt. As for whether Kuonji Yuzu had any other reasons, only she herself knew.
"Alright, Alice, I'll go change my clothes first. I'll be staying here for the time being. You don't mind, do you?"
Without giving Kuonji Yuzu a chance to refuse, Lydel dragged her suitcase and opened the only guest room on the first floor. Noticing the obvious signs that someone had stayed there, Lydel's vision went black instantly.
"Alice, where do I live?"
Closing the fairy tale in her hand, she glanced at Kenneth, who was standing there with a complicated look, then stood up. Kuonji Yuzu led Lydia, whose worldview seemed to have collapsed, to the second floor. The mansion did have empty bedrooms, but those rooms had special significance for Kuonji Yuzu. Lydia, who understood this, glared fiercely at Kenneth and followed Kuonji Yuzu into the storage room on the second floor, which was supposed to be a guest room but was actually a warehouse.
The rustling sound of cleaning came from the second floor. After confirming that the two witches wouldn't be coming down anytime soon, Kenneth, who had been keeping a straight face, rubbed his stiff facial muscles, picked up his red tea, and crossed his legs to enjoy the evening sunset.
The sound of footsteps rang out. Lydel, who had changed her clothes, took advantage of Kuonji Yuzu's inattention and came to the French window. She leaned over, put her hands on her hips, and stared suspiciously at Kenneth in front of her with her fangs clenched.
Waving her hands, making faces, imitating strange creatures... the Coal Witch frantically tested Kenneth in front of her with actions befitting a comedic character. And in Lydel's blind spot, Kenneth, in his spirit form, recorded all of Lydel's actions from a first-person perspective.
Chapter 118 Exposure
Night fell in the guest room of the Kuonji family's residence. With control over the revitalized mansion, Kenneth carved out a workshop of his own in this newly born otherworld. Opening the box sent by Morgan, and with the help of the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid, Kenneth methodically constructed his first ceremonial garment belonging to the Third Law.
"Scales of the Albion dragon, teeth of the chimera, molted skin of Smirre..."
Impurities are stripped away, and the mysterious materials are fused together under the influence of alchemy. The translucent magic crystallizes, and wearing a monocle symbolizing capitalists, the hair-thin magic needles, under Kenneth's control, continuously trace intricate circuits on the crystallized Third Law.
Confirmed, the golden droplets condensed from the materials of the fantasy species filled the crystal under the guidance of the probe, the circuit was opened, and the crystal where gold and white met overflowed with rich magic power. Kenneth was disappointed after feeling the power of the furnace core in front of him.
"Is the foundation holding us back? Indeed, magic and sorcery are two completely different paths."
Although the magical power of the furnace core is enough to crush all contemporary Mystic Codes, in terms of the Third Magic, the furnace core is a failure. A trickle is infinite, a raging river is infinite, and a vast ocean is infinite. Kenneth doesn't expect this Mystic Code to reach the level of the ocean, but it should at least be at the level of a river.
Kenneth tossed the furnace aside and began revising the blueprints before him. Meanwhile, in the Western-style mansion of Kuonji, Lydia lay awake all night on the hard tatami mats.
Kuonji Arisu's attitude towards Kenneth made Lydel feel very uneasy. The fact that Arisu would prepare a room for Kenneth and let him move around freely was far beyond what Arisu would do to a stranger. In order to confirm the relationship between the two and to protect her best friend, Lydel decided to sneak into the corner of the wall.
She tiptoed out of the room, pressed her ear to the door of Kuonji Yuzu, and heard a breathing sound behind the door. Relieved, she made her way downstairs.
The living room was gone; the kitchen was gone; the bathroom... With her twin ponytails swaying, the Coal Witch looked toward the door behind the stairwell, pressed her head against the wall, and activated her black magic. The quiet room was completely silent.
"Not here? How is that possible?!"
Having already ruled out all other locations, Lydel pushed open the door to the guest room. The room was empty, with no sign of Kenneth. Before she could even utter a cry of alarm, flowing mercury appeared out of thin air and dragged the Coal Witch into the rift behind her. With a piercing scream, Kenneth waved his hand, scattering the magic bullets Lydel had fired. Looking at the panicked witch before him, Kenneth reluctantly brought over a chair.
"Hey Lydia, do you have a habit of sleepwalking? Don't you know it's very impolite to just walk into someone else's room?"
"You...you!! I...you really didn't lose consciousness! What are you staying here for? Let me tell you, I'm not afraid of you! If you dare lay a hand on Alice, I'll make sure you regret it!!"
Faced with the golden retriever baring its teeth and claws and lunging at him, Kenneth, in a playful mood, decided to go along with Lydel's words and reveal the face of a traditional magician. He manifested the third magic, and the materialized magic gathered into a rope, suspending the coal witch from the roof beam in an artistic pose.
"Oh, you found out? The fairytale witch, this is a precious specimen, her magical talent is enough to move even those old fogies, and I am..."
"No! Kenneth!! I knew I misjudged you, you liar! Even Aoko was fooled by you! So what if you get the Third Law? Even if I die, I will never let you lay a finger on Alice!!"