My mother's love song

A horde of demons invaded the Kingdom of Shadows.

And there is also Kallen's stigmata which has been recurring frequently recently.

Generally speaking, demons are in hiding in modern society. After all, if they show up, they may be hunted down by the church.

The situation is similar for Demons and Dead Apostles. They can be considered natural enemies of magicians, but as spiritual beings, they are extremely vulnerable to the baptismal chant of Soul Attack.

Modern demons are unable to contend with the power of the church, and are even less likely to attack human cities.

A resurgence of demonic phenomena around the world?

So, is there someone behind this?

"What are you talking about that has nothing to do with you... Rod, you look very unhappy." Scathach glanced at him and said.

"Do I look ugly?" Rhodes looked up at Gray.

"Yeah." The girl nodded slightly.

"Really? I'm sorry to have made you worried... I just had a bad feeling."

Gray tilted her head: "Bad feeling?"

"Nothing." Rhodes shook his head and smiled brightly, "Gray, you cleaned my boots, right? Thank you very much."

"Lord, Lord Rhodes...!"

The girl opened her eyes wide, her lips trembling in surprise.

"Yes!"

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"...Yeah, not bad."

The brown-skinned young man Atram Gariastha looked at the traces of the bombing he had caused with a cruel smile.

Standing at the highest point of the hotel near the clock tower, he used an elegant antique telescope to watch his private soldiers slaughtering demons.

"This is comparable to the witch's fire that burned down the rival and the city."

The young man used the massacre performed by the heroic spirit named Medea as a metaphor to boast about his achievements.

Of course, this is nothing compared to the fire.

No matter how hard modern magi study and practice rituals, they cannot compare to the magi of the Age of Gods.

But even so, it has to be said that this technique is very outstanding.

Magic that affects the weather is huge in scale, but it is by no means rare. Rather, it is so widespread that there are rituals to pray for rain and similar rituals to pray for rain almost all over the world.

However, there are not many cases of magicians successfully performing magic in real life, especially in modern times when many mysteries have degenerated.

This time the location was London, which is already known for its rainy weather. He simply added fuel to the fire when the conditions were ripe for the formation of thunderclouds, but the result is commendable.

Of course, it was not the work of him alone, but a ritual magic performed by dozens of magicians in the family.

"How was it? I said it was easy."

Atram turned around and looked at the guest with a provocative smile: "Leave the enemy situation in the clock tower to me. Your monarch is more suitable to stand in the classroom and teach students."

"Don't be ridiculous, Mr. Gary Astra. Your attack just now didn't take the hostages into consideration at all, did you?"

Lord El-Melloi put his hands behind his back and glared at the young man with a gloomy expression. "It is obvious that including the students of the Clock Tower in the scope of the spell is a serious violation of the law, even though it is for the purpose of eliminating the enemy."

"Ah, really?"

The brown-skinned young man glanced at Kenneth with a bored look: "I thought you would praise me, what a pity.

I think the moment those students were controlled by the devil, they had already lost their human rights.

I just want to give them some relief. Don't you think that if they live, they will be a disgrace to the Clock Tower and the family?"

"As long as they haven't withdrawn from the Clock Tower, they are still students here and are worth ensuring their survival," Kenneth replied coldly.

"I didn't expect that El-Melloi's prodigy would be just an ordinary person."

Atram sneered, "You really can't communicate."

The young man came from what was probably one of the richest magician families in the world, the Gary Astra family.

Unlike his father who inherited the title of nobility in the association but never set foot in the world of magic, Atram accepted magic with pride.

His father only regarded magic as a pastime for the rich, but Atram, as a modern man, recognized the value of magic and intended to make use of it.

In recent years, the young man has relied on his special magic to conquer some neighboring organizations, and even obtained the rights to oil exploration, further expanding his father's industry.

Although he was not well received by the Magic Association because the magic he used almost entered the field of sorcery, his wealth and power in human society could be said to be among the best in the Clock Tower, which was full of nobles.

Oil resources will eventually run out, and Atram's idea is to build a workshop that can transform human bodies into stable fuel in a short period of time and can mass-produce it.

Born to be above everyone else, he does not see anyone other than himself as a human being, but only as consumable fuel.

"Mr. Gary Astra."

Kenneth ignored his taunting and said, "I will report your violent behavior to the Law and Politics Department after the incident is over. Please be prepared."

"it's up to you."

Atram shrugged disapprovingly.

“I actually think that not only will I not be punished, but I will be commended for my active role in this incident.

After all, you are the only monarch left in this isolated city of London, and even the Seal Designated Execution Bureau is absent.

Otherwise you wouldn't have come to me specifically to ask for my help, Lord El-Melloi?"

"..."

Kenneth, who knew what he was up to, turned his already angular and harsh face even gloomier.

The structure of the clock tower is that eleven satellite university towns surround London. However, now that London is isolated by the magic fog, Kenneth is the only one among the twelve monarchs who happens to stay in London.

Not only that, the Queen, who was supposed to be in charge of the headquarters, is away on a business trip.

The riots that occurred at this time seemed to be premeditated.

"Humph."

Atram sat down aside and asked Kenneth with a smile.

"So, your discussion should have come to a conclusion, right? Who is the culprit of this riot... or rather, who is the mastermind of the rebellion?"

Although a bit arrogant, Atram is indeed a smart man. He saw at a glance that the timing of this incident was so clever and the criminal must be someone inside the Clock Tower.

"Dr. Hartress." Kenneth spit out a name.

"Hatres?"

Atram tilted his head and thought for a long time before he seemed to finally remember the name.

"Ah, it's from the Modern Magic Department..."

Although the young man was very disrespectful to Kenneth, the monarch, just now, his face now showed an expression as if he was discussing garbage.

"Yes, the dean of the Modern Magic Department."

Kenneth nodded slightly and said, "This time the demon attack and the fog barrier were all planned by Dr. Hatteras, the Minister of Modern Magic Science. It has been confirmed this morning."

"Is this true? Is there something wrong?" Atram laughed.

It's not without reason that he would be so disrespectful.

As everyone knows, there are twelve academic departments + the law department, a total of thirteen departments in the Clock Tower, but there are only twelve monarchs.

The only department whose dean is not a monarch is the Department of Modern Magic, which has been disliked by everyone since its inception.

By the way, Heartless is not his real name but a nickname. It is said that the professor's heart was stolen by a goblin in the past, and he never found the stolen heart, so he took this name [HeartLess].

Even in the Clock Tower, the man who had been excluded for a long time finally couldn't stand it anymore one day, so he rebelled against the Clock Tower. It sounds very reasonable, but

"How on earth did he get the capital to challenge the Clock Tower? He is just the dean of the Modern Magic Department."

Atram simply and bluntly stated the problem that was bothering Kenneth.

"Really? My expectations were in vain! I thought that Tramberio was finally going to go to war with the Queen!"

"Mr. Gary Astra, please be careful about your frivolous remarks."

Kenneth said with a twitching forehead.

"As for capital, that guy has it."

A third voice appeared that did not belong to them.

Bright red hair, a gentle tone of voice, and a pair of sharp pupils behind the glasses.

With the crisp sound of high heels stepping on the floor tiles, the woman who stood at the top of the association and was also hunted by the association appeared.

The brown-skinned young man opened his mouth in disbelief: "Aozaki Orange, why are you here..."

"Hey, Atram. Are the Automata you ordered earlier still in good condition?"

The Grand Doll User greeted the Oil King with a gentle smile.

"Miss Aozaki, I remember that your seal designation was not recovered, right?" Kenneth stared at her and said.

Orange folded his arms and turned to him, "You are observant, Lord El-Melloi."

"Huh, do you have any connection with this rebellion?" Kenneth asked in a wary tone.

"No, not at all. I am a victim as well."

Kenneth sneered, "Victim? You don't mean to say that you were involved in the incident while traveling in London?"

"That's up to your imagination. Let's put my affairs aside for now and discuss this incident."

"You seem to know something." Atram raised his eyebrows.

"Let me get straight to the point. You just wanted to ask what Hatteres had the capital to challenge the Clock Tower, right?"

Orange gave a sly smile and said, “In order to subvert the Clock Tower, Dr. Hatteras summoned a Servant.

And, what is the name of that Heroic Spirit?"

Chapter 512 Another "Me" in the World

"We can already see London, Lord Rhodes... As expected, just as the intelligence suggests, the entire London is completely submerged in the sea of ​​thick fog."

Gray, who was sitting in the passenger seat, hugged the boy's waist, opened her gray-green pupils wide, and looked at the changes in the world in front of her, muttering.

"What a nice view……"

In the girl's eyes, London now seems like a fantasy world or a fairyland.

It is incredible that the gray exhaust gas, which is supposed to symbolize the destruction of nature by humans during the Industrial Revolution, looks like fairy air lingering around the entire city when viewed from a distance.

"Well, something is really wrong." Rhodes touched his chin.

"What's wrong?" Gray turned around and asked.

"Although I guessed it on the way here, it wasn't the London smog at all."

Rhodes looked at Scathach who was driving: "You have the same opinion, right?"

The Queen of Shadow Kingdom nodded and said, "That's not fog...it's divine energy."

"What do you mean by spirited?"

"The Great Source of the Age of Gods, the True Ether, the bloodline of the Phantasma, the magic power of the gods and the sons of gods... a general term for the above."

"Hey?"

Gray showed an incredulous expression: "So the air from the Age of Gods appeared in the sky above London!?"

"Well, this should make it easier for you to understand the situation."

Rod explained: "As I suspected before, a singularity has formed in London.

The environment there is gradually shifting towards the Age of Gods. Perhaps influenced by human principles, the Age of Gods in London is manifested as a foggy city filled with true ether.

Really, please clarify the times and don't mention London as the foggy city."