My mother's love song

The girl said cheerfully.

"Oh, it's really a great help to be so sensible, Miss Illya."

Rod let her sit on his arms and they walked towards the restaurant.

"So what exactly did Rod and Mom do?"

"Aili and I got up early in the morning and went to exercise with Altria and the other two."

The boy gave the reason he had prepared in advance.

Hearing this, Illya puffed up her pink cheeks cutely: "Ah~~~ Why didn't you call me to join you?"

"Because it's a rather intense sport, it's too early for you now, Illya. Let's wait until you're a little older."

Even a despicable person like Rhode would never tell such a cheap and boring dirty joke to an innocent young girl.

"Because Illya was sleeping soundly, we couldn't wake you up no matter what."

Rhode said with regret, "You must have been too tired from playing in the snow yesterday, right? And you didn't go to bed until very late at night."

Last night, Rod and Ellie spent two hours just to coax Illya to sleep. They had to leave Altria aside, leaving the king alone and lonely until 12 o'clock.

If I were any later, I might see the King of Knights riding on the pillow to comfort me...

"Well... I was a little tired yesterday." Illya lowered her head and poked her fingers as if she had done something wrong.

"So you have to go to bed on time from now on, otherwise we won't be able to invite you to play with us, understand?"

The girl nodded heavily: "Illya knows."

Sera followed silently behind, her admiration for her master deepened: Lord Rhodes is indeed worthy of being able to coax Miss Illya into being so obedient...

Rhode pinched Illya's little face and said, "By the way, your mother and Altria also over-exercised and seem a little tired. They went back to their rooms to rest. If Illya is a good child, don't disturb them, okay?

The adult world is very hard, so let them have a good rest."

Illya nodded without any suspicion: "So that's how it is, Rhodes, aren't you tired?"

"Because I want to have breakfast with Illya." He said with a smile.

"Rod!"

Illya hugged the boy's neck happily.

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In the world of magic, time = power is an eternal law.

Magicians often use years as a unit of intensity to measure "mystery".

For example, Einzbern, with a history of over 2000 years, is undoubtedly the most powerful alchemist.

For example, a golden wolf with a history of 3000 years is powerful enough to slaughter any modern magician. Even a young witch cannot defeat it.

For those who pursue the path of magic, history is absolute.

A family with a history of more than 500 years is considered a famous family among famous families, and a family with a history of a thousand years is worthy of ruling the bell tower.

If magicians from the Age of Gods were to come to the modern age, their very existence would be almost equivalent to that of gods.

In such a simple world, there is an ancient magic family that has been passed down from the Age of Gods to the present day.

The Fraga family of Ireland can trace their family history back thousands of years to the days when Ulster heroes and druids were still active.

They are God's Holders.

Different from magic circuits, this is a magical property that has been passed down from generation to generation since the mythological era.

The fact that it has not ceased after thousands of years is enough to be surprising.

However, due to their long-term seclusion, the Fraga family is not well-known.

In this mysterious magic family, a girl named Bazette Fraga McRemitz was born.

Bazette, who had longed for the outside world since childhood, broke the family tradition at the age of 15 and joined the Magic Association despite his parents' opposition.

At first, the girl received an unprecedented warm welcome in London.

Because she is the bloodline that has been passed down from the Age of Gods to the present day, even though she is just a country bumpkin from Ireland, this honor alone is enough for her to receive the highest level of treatment.

But that was just a formality. By the time the girl understood the hypocrisy of the nobles, she had already joined the Magic Association for two years.

Bazette was only given a formal residence, but in reality it was left to mold and rot without being needed by anyone.

Without any social connections with other famous magic families and without any recommendation from important figures, how could he possibly gain trust and be reused?

Like a useless antique.

It is said that things with a long history must be used with caution, but in reality, no one wants her terrifying power.

Being placed in a warehouse, she will soon be completely forgotten. This is her situation.

In this case, it would be meaningless for the girl to leave her hometown because she was afraid of decay.

Bazette, who knew nothing, came to the outside world because he wanted to do something within his ability.

If it is regarded as an antique, it will be worthless.

The girl wants to be evaluated correctly.

The method is very simple, just show your strength.

Bazette accepted what she could of the bloody cleanup tasks most magicians loathed.

The application of magic in actual combat, that is, fighting.

This is her favorite subject.

The same now as then, with talents that surpass others.

Then, after completing such tasks many times, the Magic Association recognized Bazette's value and gave her the very high evaluation of "Priesthood".

The nobles who ruled the association declared elegantly and contemptuously, as if they were chasing away troublesome things.

As an exception, the young Basset Fraga Macremitz was appointed as the designated executor of the seal.

All the magicians who were designated to be sealed were heretics in this world, monsters that had reached their limits, and the girl who was responsible for containing them naturally had to be a monster above them.

This is indeed the case. Bazette is considered one of the strongest executors in the history of the Sealing Bureau.

However, it was several years later that I received that evaluation.

Currently, Bazette is just a 2-year-old girl who has just joined the Magic Association for 17 years.

Although she has a natural talent in fighting, her heart is still very green and immature, just like her face.

In order to gain recognition and correct evaluation from others, the girl worked hard to do the scavenger work that even serious magicians were unwilling to do.

It was the first time that Bazett was so far away from his hometown. In order to complete a mission, he was sent to a remote island country in the Far East.

This time, her target was to defeat the artificial humans created by a certain alchemy family.

The androids, who were failures and destined to be destroyed, escaped from the territory and have been living in human towns, drinking mud and preying on animals for a while.

Originally, the situation had been left unattended, but recently the situation seems to have changed, with the fallen androids showing a tendency to attack humans.

It is not clear whether it is transformed into a Dead Apostle or a Monster Beast, the Association's request is to destroy it.

As always, Bazette did not apply to the association for a companion and chose to go solo.

As long as he completes this mission, he can go to the Magic Association for rank assessment, so Bazette is very motivated.

She never considered the possibility of failure.

In the eerie and dark underground sewer, Bazette sat on the ground, hugging his arms, his body trembling slightly.

Five minutes ago, she escaped from the fight.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a complete failure.

Even taking his own immaturity into account, the target android was too abnormal.

No. Is that “thing” really an artificial human?

The wounds on the abdomen and shoulders that were burned by magic were aching slightly.

Generally speaking, magic power is just the fuel to activate magic, and magic power alone will not produce any effect.

However, the parts of Bazette that were burned by magic were corroding her body and mind like a curse.

By giving magic power a physical form, it seems that the rumors that the Einzbern family can give the Holy Grail a personality are true.

If personality has magic, then it has the magical property of "granting wishes" when it is born.

Combining the existence of life activities and the Holy Grail's functions, the magic power released alone can miraculously transform "magic" into a form.

In addition, what the Holy Church said about "the devil becoming flesh" also applies to this example.

Before becoming a living being, it was created as a demon, capable of performing magic more difficult than humans.

A magician's magic circuits are nothing more than pseudo-nerves.

The neural and acquired abilities created by humans through the use of fantasy species or magic rituals to transform themselves.

However, [Demon] is not a pseudo-neural entity.

To them, all the functions of the body are functions of the devil.

Unlike counterfeits that are formed by disguising themselves as "individual names" of human thoughts, they are real "demons" sent by the Lord before they are given a "human name".

"The Einzberns are not a family that excels at fighting.

In other words, the one who just fought with me, her true identity is..."

【True Devil】.

Just thinking of this term, the girl felt a chill down her spine.

What on earth are those puppets of Einzbern doing behind the scenes?!

"Lord Rhodes, it seems someone got there first."

An emotionless girl's voice came from behind Bazett.

"No way? Are they from the Holy Church?" the young man asked.

The maid holding the giant halberd replied, "No, judging by the reaction of magic power, it should be a magician."

"Forget it, it doesn't matter anyway. Take Filia back and kill the witness."

Chapter 490: He really makes me cry

"A new enemy?!"

Bazette turned his head and looked towards the source of the sound.

When the girl saw the true identity of the person who claimed to silence her, she was stunned.

At the entrance of the sewer, which was illuminated by the sunlight shining in from the ground and looked like the sun, two figures were walking towards them.

One of them was a tall girl with beautiful curves in a maid outfit. Although it was already the end of the century in Japan, she was holding a cold weapon in her hand.

A normal maid should place her hands on her lower abdomen, but she placed her hands on her abdomen while holding an iron halberd that was larger than her body.

The weight of the giant halberd is not felt at all in her light footsteps, and the majestic appearance of the girl easily reminds people of ancient warriors.

The other person walking next to the girl was not only a head shorter than her, but also had his hands in his pockets. Not to mention fighting, it felt like a slightly stronger wind would blow him away.

He was clearly in the devil's realm but had no idea of ​​it, and his lazy and casual steps did not show any martial arts skills.

When his features emerged from the backlit outline, Bazette cried out in surprise.

"Maids and... children?"

Are they from the Holy Church?

Bazette recalled some rumors he had heard in the association, that the head of the church in Japan was a 12-year-old blond kid.

No, that's not right...

Bazette stared at the black-haired boy.