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

Chapter 460 She has to thank us!
When Yaobikuni came to her senses, she found herself sitting in the audience of a magnificent and splendidly decorated theater.

The neatly arranged vermilion soft chairs subconsciously relax the senses, while a faint golden glow mingles with colorful ribbons falling from the air, like special effects particles slowly landing and disappearing.

The circular stage in the center of the theater was illuminated by colorful spotlights, making it dazzling and eye-catching. The backstage area, covered by a bright red curtain, seemed to contain sound equipment, and soft, soothing accompaniment music was playing at the moment.

She couldn't help but take a second look. Several large, shimmering characters written in magic floated on the curtain: "Warmly celebrating the successful conclusion of the Singularity Strategy and the surprise premiere rehearsal of the new album 'The Rose Princess and the Crimson Princess'?"
"Huh?" What's going on here?
Wasn't she in an adversarial relationship with them because of causing trouble? Now that she's been defeated and captured, instead of punishing her, they've invited her to be an audience member at their concert celebration?
Does this mean they have no intention of pursuing the blame at all, and should even thank themselves?

"Oh, finally not pretending to be profound? My fellow clansmen, have your brilliant minds finally reclaimed the high ground of intelligence?"

A cold and sarcastic voice rang in her ears. Yaobikuni turned her head and saw that Draco had sat down next to her at some point. His small body was dressed in a blood-red dress, but a pair of noise-canceling headphones were hanging on his shoulders, which looked a little strange.

She glanced at the boy's small stature, opened her mouth as if to refute Draco, but the words that came out were—

"Instead of trying to force me, you're entertaining me with a music festival? It seems... you people need something from me? I thought you outsiders couldn't tolerate even a speck of dust and were eager to deal with me."

"Outsider? Don't put on this act of an innocent victim."

Draco curled his lip and muttered under his breath, "You couldn't possibly be unaware of the so-called principles of singularity formation. If you, the original outsider, hadn't been ruining this world and even trying to expand your influence, you would never have attracted us."

"Hehehe, fellow clansman, be glad that you still have the mood to say something that asks you for a favor. You'll regret it later, and you won't have the leisure to say such things anymore."

Instead of provoking the other party, the nun received a rebuttal filled with sarcasm, which made her slightly angry. However, her crushing defeat and being trapped in enemy territory forced her to calm down. "Make me regret it? How would you make me regret it?"

Draco gave the other person a look of utter contempt, as if he were looking at a dead man, and then silently put on his headphones.

Yaobikuni suddenly realized something was amiss, but just as she was trying to figure out what was strange, a series of loud thumping sounds came from the stage, followed by a surge of exciting and passionate rhythms. A glamorous idol girl in gold and red, microphone in hand, leaped onto the center of the stage with astonishing speed and shouted:
"Dear audience, welcome to the rehearsal ceremony for the debut performance of the 'Idolmaster Cinderella Girls' group!" The first to speak was a bright red figure, "La, la, la~ I am the eternally youthful blood princess, Cinderella!"

"Ahem!" Nero, in her golden form, then spoke, "And then it's me! The Emperor's Maiden who sings of glory, the Rose Princess of dazzling gold! I am the Cinderella!"

"Huh!? We agreed before that I was the main character! You should be the wicked stepmother!"

"That's not right. I've thought about it carefully. Your bloodthirsty witch persona is more suitable for playing the role of the wicked older sister, but I—"

Nero puffed out his chest confidently, "My experience is more in line with the Cinderella persona! Don't you know? Back when I was wandering the streets of Rome, I met His Highness (Emiya). He brought me the glass slippers specially prepared for Cinderella (referring to his kind adoption) and led me into the sacred hall of art (suggesting the idea of ​​forming a band)!"

Elizabeth was speechless. Putting herself in the shoes of Cinderella's sister, she realized she was just a background character. "Ugh, you bastards, you bastards! Let's settle this with our singing, our vocal prowess! Any song will do! I'll go first—"

"...Never gonna give you up! never gonna let you down~"

The stage erupted into chaos due to a bizarre dispute over the Cinderella persona, with arguments and singing sung in unison.

No wonder they're a girl band that can last a lifetime.

Meanwhile, in the audience, Yaobikuni froze instantly the moment the two spoke!

She recognized those two voices!

It was that voice from the previous battle that had made her lose consciousness and feel her brains boil! The extraordinary, grotesque screams of that group still seemed to echo in her ears, but even in such a terrifying chorus of voices from beyond the heavens, the destructive voices of these two women stood out even more!
Rumble, rumble!

Yaobikuni felt the theater shake violently. Looking up, she saw the Blood Witch Elizabeth and the Rose Emperor Nero singing with great enthusiasm. The turbulent and terrifying chaotic magic was amplified through the sound equipment, making her feel a fierce wind rushing towards her, comparable to a storm with chaotic wind direction.

My heart is pounding like a raging fire! You're laughing, but I'm the one who's gone crazy!

"Young man! There's no need to feel down...It's fun to stay at the YMCA!"

"giligili love, come together, let's jump around~"

"..."

Because the two performers on stage were each holding a high-pitched microphone and vying to sing, various languages ​​and melodies echoed repeatedly in the huge theater, creating a terrifyingly destructive sound that poured into Yaobikuni's ears.

Ugh! The poor nun frowned, covering her ears with both hands, but her chest felt increasingly uncomfortable. The memories stirred up during the recent great battle were becoming clearer; the sounds that had been ravaging her mind seemed to merge with these infernal songs from the stage, bringing her unprecedented torment—

It hurts, it hurts so much.

She was already suffering from severe injuries that she hadn't fully recovered from, and was truly at her limit. Now, being dragged over to listen to sound waves that were equivalent to a Noble Phantasm attack was a double torment for both her mind and body.

In conclusion, Yaobikuni finally understood what Draco meant by his earlier words.

As expected, nothing good came of it. This guy who kept calling himself "one of my kind" was pure malice, here to see me suffer.

She forced herself to stay conscious for a while, and then she heard the singer on stage pause. She was secretly pleased; it seemed they had finally gotten tired of singing...

"Damn it, it's still not a winner! Your singing skills are actually no less than mine!"

The nun was so angry she wanted to curse them out. "You two are like living devils in the singing world, singing off-key and horribly bad! What singing skills do you have?!" It was a pity the microphone wasn't in her hands; she couldn't even yell at them as loudly as they did!

"Haha, I was the muse of the Roman era! A nationally recognized master of art! This basic skill is child's play for you. But Elizabeth, your stage presence is truly unique!"

Nero pointed a finger, "In that case, let's make it a bit more difficult! Truly great singers are not afraid of any demanding requirements! And my abilities will stand out when I take on more challenging pieces!"

Elizabeth asked with great interest, "Oh? How much more difficult?"

"Hmph! Just as a truly top-tier band can move even their enemies to tears, a truly invincible voice should be able to make any boring or low-class melody and lyrics become magnificent and beautiful in the performance!"

Nero was very proud, inspired by Emiya's earlier words, "Therefore, our high-difficulty challenge to test our abilities is naturally to find even more unpleasant vocal materials and, through our own efforts, sing them elegantly and beautifully!" Elizabeth suddenly understood, her face showing admiration, "Oh, I completely understand, you truly are my formidable rival! Come on, let's have another 100-song vocal battle as a warm-up before the rehearsal!"

The nun Yaobikuni in the audience rolled her eyes and fainted completely.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Emiya never expected that after sending away the defeated nun, the one he would receive in the end would be a little girl whose features were vaguely discernible as a beautiful nun, but who appeared much more innocent and naive overall.

"What's wrong with her?" Emiya asked.

He saw that the person who brought the girl back was not only Draco, the instigator, but also Plerati, whose eyes were darting around, seemingly plotting something sinister.

Draco crossed his arms and whispered, "She developed PTSD from listening to music. Specifically, her injury flared up. After listening to about seventy songs, she couldn't take it anymore and started vomiting blood. She fainted a few times but I forcibly woke her up to continue listening... But after the whole concert, the music stopped, and her symptoms just kept getting worse."

Upon hearing this, Emiya's mouth dropped open. "What the hell? This is devilish behavior! Even Satan would want to tattoo you on his body!"
...No, Draco, you're a big slut and a big red dragon, so never mind.

Draco continued, "Then, since this guy was still a prisoner of war, I couldn't presume to treat him, and I didn't know how either, so I had to take him to see that psychiatrist, Amor, whose suggestion was to 'reset the account and start over'."

"Reopen?" Emiya asked in confusion, looking at the little girl with her eyes closed, and vaguely understood something.

"Her condition is an irreversible result of repeated stress and psychological trauma during the war. It would be too troublesome to correct, so it was better to seal away the problematic part of her mind. Then, I had Prierati take action."

Upon seeing Emiya immediately staring at him, Plerati promptly raised his hand in a French military salute:
"Hey, I didn't do anything unnecessary this time! Anyway, you wanted her to be 'harmless,' so her main consciousness was sealed off, which is equivalent to putting her in a life sentence!"

"Hehehe, this way that the prison nun won't have to suffer in the theater listening to songs anymore. If she knew I was the one who did it, she might even thank me!"

"As for the little girl's current role, she's essentially a 'cage,' but since she's a newly born, nascent consciousness, she can also be used as a tool~"

“I see,” Emiya said, ignoring Prieratie’s prompting. “Wake her up first, Draco. Prieratie, go and inform Nuwa and the others.”

Draco pouted, feeling that letting that person go to jail was less interesting than watching her go to jail in the Golden Theater, but doing so didn't meet Chaldea's needs.

She snapped her fingers, and the next second, the little nun opened her eyes. Her clear and beautiful pupils were fixed on the first person she saw, innocent and natural, just like an ivory tower student who hadn't yet entered the factory.

Emiya asked the girl if she remembered her name, and the answer he received was silence and confusion.

Without hesitation, he simply named her, "Then you'll be called Sesshouin Lily from now on."

“Okay~,” Sesshouin Lily replied obediently, then she looked at Emiya, “Is there anything I can help you with? Lily can help as much as possible.”

Emiya breathed a sigh of relief. His first reaction was actually, "Thank goodness, Prierati really didn't add any weird stuff to this newborn consciousness."

Seriously, I almost got stressed from all the abstract stuff Prierati has been doing these past few days.

He gently patted Sesshouin Lily's head. "Come with me. This little world we live in seems to be on the verge of collapse. We need your help, Lily."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Chaldea headquarters.

In a highly secure magic workshop, Su Xiaoqiang was focused on the instruments and tools, while some hastily copied notes were projected onto a photon screen.

Five days ago, the teacher (crossed out)... Charlotte, a member of Project Hidden, sent a message stating that in a world tentatively named Lostbelt, the budding Imaginary Tree shows signs of development.

Based on periodic observations, it still requires more than three months of cultivation time to fully establish roots; it is currently considered harmless.

[The Hidden Ones platform experienced an abnormal time flow of one to two seconds, during which time online interaction was impossible; the cause is unknown.]

[Three days ago, Charlotte sent an urgent text message... A tree was observed growing rapidly and emitting light in Camelot, the capital of Britain. Unknown spatial fluctuations swept across the entire Fairy Kingdom. It's incredible, and the reason is unknown...]

[Time flow becomes unstable again... Eavesdropping on the Fairy Queen's mutterings in the palace, 'The exchange between human reason and supernatural phenomena,' 'The calamity arrives ahead of schedule'... Danger, danger, the real world may be in trouble... (Message interrupted)]

[Latest update: All those who have gone into hiding have lost contact...]

Old Tang lost his usual jovial demeanor, because he was originally in charge of this matter, but unexpectedly, things had become serious just a few days after he handed it over. To put it bluntly, he was in a situation where he would have to take the blame if something went wrong.

Caesar was also in a somber mood, his forehead wrinkles furrowed into a deep frown, almost twisted together. "Is there no more information? The Hidden Ones haven't contacted us since, not even once?"

No. And there's bad news.

Old Tang sighed, his eyebrows drooping. "I received an urgent message from that guy from Atlas Institute."

In Chaldea, Donald Trump always referred to "his other self," Norton, as "that guy," and Norton did the same.

This is probably a daily occurrence where he dislikes himself. But in crucial moments, the people he trusts most are still "his own people," so Old Tang received Norton's message immediately.

"He sent me Hermes's observations of the future—if the deterioration of the British Singularity is not addressed quickly, its distortion will continue to deepen, forming an alternate world. A calamity will then rapidly sweep across the globe, ultimately causing..."

"The Earth is destroyed."

(End of this chapter)