The infinite sword system has been mastered, and you say this is the dragon clan?

Chapter 459 Granting a private seat in the Golden Theater!
Ah, Ashiya Michimitsu was truly overjoyed that the alien god actually understood human nature!

If, he meant if—

If He were to take the initiative and declare that all the Lostbelt Kings are fake, merely virtual data stored and operated within the Imaginary Tree, then He would be the true alien king, rallying the Seven Warlords of the Sea… no, the seven Lostbelts to attack normal human history, seize resources, and invade the real world!
Perhaps some people will still be skeptical, or even turn against the alien god and point the finger at him! They might even raise a chorus of voices and rebels, saying that no one has ever stood in the heavens from the beginning, not even you or me, not even the gods!
However, the alien god chose to secretly guide them, even pretending to make a mistake and leak information from the real world, so that the beings in the Lostbelts could confirm the authenticity of the information themselves. He even had Ashiya Doman and other apostles pretend to reinforce the seal of the teleportation node, making it seem as if he didn't want people to investigate any further.

The more something is kept from being investigated, the more it will inevitably arouse the curiosity of those who want to investigate:

Is there a portal to the real world here? But this portal can't be opened from this side, so they can't pass through?

Alright, now we have no choice but to force a breakthrough and explore!

This is the best way to exploit the psychology of rebellion.

"Very well, since the whole scheme is so ingenious... so, how is the execution of your so-called plan progressing so far? Has anyone from the Lostbelts come over yet?"

Koyanskaya stood with her hands on her hips, expressionless and indifferent, even wanting to sneer. What did the alien gods' plans have to do with her? She was just an ordinary middleman who only cared about her own small business.

Moreover, judging from the fact that the tree's teleportation function has not been activated for a long time and the sealing barrier is intact, it is likely that few living beings visit this place.

There wasn't even a single comment like "xxx was here." Even during the off-season, the tourist area isn't this crowded.

As if his words had hit the nail on the head, Ashiya Michiman's smile froze:
"...So far, only one person has been sent out from the Lostbelt. Due to space limitations, the only Lostbelt that God can open to this singularity is the British Lostbelt, and the one sent from there seems to be a very weak young fairy."

The so-called fairies are not the monsters of Eastern legends, but rather the names of legendary creatures commonly found in Britain and throughout Europe, encompassing different types such as elves, fairies, and goblins.

From the perspective of the dragon race's worldview, fairy legends are mostly of the same nature as many myths and legends from various regions. Essentially, they are formed from the spread and evolution of dragons' activities within human society.

But that's a true historical fact. The nature of Lostbelts is different. Before they invaded reality, this was a virtual world operated by the Imaginary Tree, and history went in a mess.

To put it bluntly, it's a jumble of super-unofficial historical accounts from all over the world, such as "dinosaurs didn't go extinct," "a lost ancient human civilization exists with extremely advanced technology," "historical heroes like Lu Bu and Xiang Yu are actually Gundams," and "Qin Shi Huang: I have achieved immortality through cultivation, V50 for me!" Anything is possible.

There is a chance that real fairies exist.

After all, legends describe fairies as lacking human nature and possessing various strange abilities, with some characteristics quite similar to dragons. Perhaps some version of unofficial history would change it to—the Black King, the ancestor of all dragons, died at the beginning, and then fairies, different from dragons, were born from his corpse and gradually developed into a fairy civilization.

Hmm, fairy civilization. If you think about the fairy legends of Britain, Ireland and other parts of Europe, if you follow the abstract personality and habits of the fairies in the original texts, the civilization that developed is also quite abstract.

Koyanskaya's furry ears twitched. "Heh."

After all this time in the Lostbelt, all we get is a young fairy? Is she just cannon fodder?
“No,” Ashiya Michimitsu said uncertainly:

"That British Lostbelt, according to my god, is indeed a world inhabited by a large number of fairies, but terrible and unknown calamities occur from time to time. Among the fairies there is a saying that there is a 'savior' or 'child of prophecy' who can eliminate the calamities and save the fairies."

"So what? You're not saying that the young fairy is the Child of Prophecy? The fairies sent this savior, whom they see as their savior, here hoping that this Child of Prophecy can lead the charge and help them conquer territory ahead of time, right?"

Treating the prophesied son, the savior, as a vanguard and servant? Is it really that abstract?

Ashiya Michimitsu frowned:

"This humble monk has never been to the Fairy Lostbelt, and I don't know the specifics, but the fairy that was sent here seems to look quite similar to a human, with a weak body, average talent, and not even possessing the wondrous abilities of fairies..."

It is said that the fairy was brought in on the night the Demon King's incarnation was defeated in this singularity.

Ashiya Dōman believed that the prophesied child of the fairy world must possess extraordinary qualities that would allow the Demon King, who repeatedly opposed Chaldea, to suffer a crushing defeat.

But I recently observed her from afar and she seemed to be just like an ordinary human girl. If we really judge her by the standards of the fairy world, this girl named Caster is physically weak and lacks ability. She's practically a useless piece of trash who can't do anything! She even needs a magician from this singularity to teach her the basics of magic!

Perhaps the destruction of the Demon King's incarnation that night was a coincidence, and that someone else actually resolved the incident.

Could such a person truly be a savior?
Koyanskaya was surprised to hear this. What was going on? Could this be the legendary underdog savior trope popular in human novels? She never expected that the Lostbelt fairy setting would be so up-to-date?

"It seems you've done some investigation behind the scenes. Do you have a portrait of her?"

Ashiya Dōman glanced at her and said, "Believe me, she's not your standard of a quality client."

He then flicked the talisman, creating an illusion of a girl.

The girl in the illusion walked along the sunlit corridor, holding a brand-new magic wand in one hand and the most basic spellbook from the clock tower in the other. Her eyes were filled with bewilderment at the world of magic, yet they also held a faint light, like a lonely little lion bud waiting to bloom.

"Huh?" Koyanskaya paused for a moment. Wait a minute, where have I seen this face before?
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After evaporating a large area of ​​deep sea water, Draco followed behind Nero, casually absorbing all the debris from the self-destruction of the Demon Pillars experimental subjects under Prilard's feet with the restless dragon shadows beneath his feet, absorbing it wherever he went.

The main focus is on being a volunteer cleaner, ensuring cleanliness and hygiene.

"Wuhu, wonderful, wonderful, so satisfying."

They had already fought that glorious battle, and they had witnessed that magnificent supreme war.

Indeed, the demonic bodhisattva ultimately fell victim to the righteous onslaught.

The Servants, under the guidance of Prierati, attacked Yaobikuni's limbs and nerves, much like Nuwa cutting off the legs of a giant turtle in the myth, greatly restricting her mobility. Then they witnessed the mythical scene of Emiya single-handedly beating Yaobikuni.

Well, the Four Heavenly Kings, led by Emiya, are essentially Emiya himself, so it's not unreasonable for him to gang up on them.

Nero was delighted, because after watching it, she was filled with passion and had a sudden flash of inspiration, almost wanting to sing a joyous song to the tune of a funeral march. Draco was also happy, because she was originally a key figure in Emiya's preparation of another singularity strategy. Now that Emiya himself was controlling the situation so smoothly that Yaobikuni was completely disoriented, she was naturally happy to relax.

The two of them are currently dealing with the aftermath. Perhaps even Emiya didn't expect that things wouldn't be over after the battle.

In order to fulfill the original goal of containing Nibelungen, which forms the entire singularity, and handing it over to Chaldea for complete occupation, Emiya and his companions, along with a group of Servants, had to take good care of this 'new stronghold'.

After all, following a series of great battles, the entire Nibelungen region was in ruins, its laws were in disarray, catastrophic ocean currents and whirlpools had destroyed the remaining land, and the sky had shattered, revealing a chaotic and uncertain void.

This wasn't even a small world anymore; it was a clear sign of impending collapse. Emiya and the others had to quickly find a way to mitigate the damage, while the Servants were dispatched to the surrounding areas to physically quell the chaos.

"Hahaha, my other half, once this matter is over, let's have a choir performance with Elizabeth! To celebrate the successful completion of the Singularity raid! Emiya even said that my and Elizabeth's new album played a huge role in the battle, even the enemy was 'moved' during the battle. Indeed, the three of us are invincible!"

Nero laughed and clapped his hands hard, punching Draco on the back, almost making the girl sink her feet into the sand.

The Roman emperor, momentarily embarrassed, pulled the girl's feet out of the sand, before Draco, with a cold and disdainful look, said:

"You hopeless tone-deaf! Do you think the enemy will be moved by you? They'll be more likely to 'not dare to move'!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Nero exclaimed in disbelief. "Emiya promised me that one day, the legendary band I and Elizabeth would be renowned throughout the ages and across all worlds! One day, our audience would be packed to capacity!"

Draco was about to make a vomiting gesture to retort, but then, as if remembering something, his brow suddenly relaxed, and he deliberately said something nice:

"Yes, that's true, and I believe you can do it."

Nero beamed with delight upon hearing this. "Right! I knew it! My other half truly understands this best. Once I finish creating and rehearsing this piece, I'll invite more friends over to listen!"

Draco turned his face away, a gloomy expression creeping onto his cheeks.

Hmph, she's up to no good. Since she's already tied to this hopeless tone-deaf guy, she might as well drag a few more down with her before she suffers even more torment.

Moreover, she knew what Nero meant by inviting people to listen to songs—it was nothing more than directly activating the Noble Phantasm's unique barrier, "Golden Theater," making it impossible for anyone to escape.

Hehehe, what a coincidence! I heard that the boss who caused trouble in this singularity is also a member of your Beast clan.

If we can find an opportunity, we should force that nun to sit next to her and listen to Nero and Elizabeth sing.

Oh right! And after that damn Demon King falls from power, we'll bring that guy over too!

None of you beasts of calamity can escape! You'd all sit here and listen to music! I'm suffering, and you won't have it easy either!
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The eight hundred nuns lay listlessly on a patch of sand piled high with dust, their eyes vacant and unfocused. This was the only remaining piece of ground in the entire small world.

She was wearing tattered robes covered in sand and dust, her face stained red with blood. She lay face down on the ground, barely breathing, looking like a battleship girl who had suffered a major injury, appearing bewildered and helpless in the face of imminent doom.

Emiya stood on the beach where the waves were crashing, and hesitated for a moment as he looked at the nun's posture.

Strange, why isn't she fighting back desperately, but instead looks like this?
Even if she doesn't commit suicide like a chaste and virtuous woman, she should at least put on a show of "Goo! Kill me!" like a captured female knight, right? How am I supposed to respond to your slacking off and doing nothing?

At this time, Nuwa was still busy trying to repair this world on the verge of collapse, and other researchers were also helping out. They didn't have time to worry about the treatment of the war criminals and prisoners of war in the singularity. Therefore, he was the only one left with free time among the highest-level authorities in the entire front-line team.

Erii, running towards him against the sea breeze, smiled and pulled Emiya aside. When the man came to his senses, he was already holding a string of sparkling seashell necklaces, with transparent and shimmering fine threads in the middle.

"Huh, where did this come from?"

The girl picked up another string of seashells she was wearing on her chest, smiling and showing her white teeth. "I picked them up on the beach, they must have been washed up by the tide. Sister Nuonuo found some silk thread, I don't know where she found it, it's so pretty."

Erii then noticed that Yaobikuni was lying motionless on the beach like a defeated dog. She carefully observed that during the moment when she and Emiya were being affectionate, the nun seemed to have been fed dog food and showed an expression of disgust and resentment.

Erii tilted her head. Unlike Nono, she wasn't particularly good at interpreting and analyzing information, but she knew how to use anime references.

Thinking of this, Erii nudged Emiya lightly and whispered in his ear, "Kamen Rider Drive...Medic..."

"Huh?" Emiya was still thinking about something and didn't understand for a moment.

Then Erii demonstrated a frog-jumping leap, turning her head to look at Emiya.

Emiya: “?”

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Do you want me to replicate Kamen Rider Drive's Brain frog jump and then say to Yaobikuni, "I've always wanted to see that expression on your face, that jealous look on your face~!"

He felt that Erii's talent for tormenting people on certain levels was also quite outstanding.

Because you can never predict how abstract famous scenes in anime and manga can be.

Nono, who had been constantly criticizing Erii's "sudden whims" throughout the trip, felt she had a lot to say about this.

“I don’t think it’s necessary. This nun doesn’t seem to get the Kamen Rider reference at all.” Emiya rubbed his temples. He needed to think of a way to deal with this nun. Not only that, he also needed to “de-escalate her threat level” and ideally turn her into a Chaldea workforce.

Nuwa and her companions may not be able to repair this broken little world. Yaobikuni is the instigator of everything in this world, so perhaps letting her help will have unexpected results.

"—Should we handle this?" Draco, who had come up beside Nero, asked.

The beast, who governs prosperity and decadence, could not contain his joy. "As a ceremony to welcome our kin, grant her a seat in the Golden Theater! After that, she will surely be at your beck and call."

(End of this chapter)