Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

"Ah."

As Novia possesses the authority of all Rome, she can naturally sense the same aura. Rome is Greece, and on the land of Egypt, Greece is equivalent to Egypt. Therefore, to some extent, the authority of all Rome that Novia possesses at this moment can be regarded as the authority of all Egypt. Thus, she can naturally sense that the central figure in the new myth prepared by Ptolemy, the being who possesses all of God Egypt (Greece), is about to appear.

"I never imagined that the reclusive girl could go to such lengths..."

After saying this, Draco sighed, "Although I'm still a bit behind you, I still share the same burning love for my teacher."

"I'm sorry, I hope those of you here can help keep this a secret."

Instead of replying to Draco, Novia said this, and then stood up and addressed the crowd.

"Now, this matter is very closely related to me as Novia, the first pope."

About ten minutes later, the sound of waves echoed in their minds.

The group is now being led by Novia along the town's coastline. The coastline of Alexandria is a huge arc, and the group walking along the coast is naturally circling the eastern bay of the city.

The reason Novia didn't heed the advice of the Second Prince and force her way into the Library of Alexandria in the city was simply because she understood that the location of the 'Sands of Osiris' must be the Library of Alexandria on the seabed—a fact she knew without even needing to experience it.

Ritsuka, who was following behind him, recalled what the director had told her: in most places where a magic association exists, various measures are taken to prevent ordinary people from accidentally coming into contact with magicians. Presumably, similar measures have been taken here as well.

After all, the so-called Magic Association that would do such a thing, Atlas Institute is one of its members.

Clock tower.

Atlas Academy, and then the Sea of ​​Wandering.

The collective name for these three organizations is the Magic Association. They were originally supposed to be like brothers, but as history has changed, they have gradually lost contact with each other. Now, in the 21st century, it is said that they have almost completely severed ties with each other.

It's somewhat of a coincidence that Novia served as an advisor to Chaldea, assisting the Atlas Academy.

In this situation, how did he, who obtained the power of the first pope and became the successor of this pope with the same name, come to be with the Sands of Osiris?

"..."

No, I'm thinking about too many things, my brain can't keep up.

I'm not sure about the relationship between that seemingly very confident Roman princess (or perhaps the former Emperor Nero) and the Novia advisor. But judging from what happened in France, I always felt that something was happening behind the scenes, something I couldn't see.

Right now, he's just semi-automatically moving his feet to follow Novia's advisor, even though his current power regarding the first pope was obtained through the medium I used with Martha...

Suddenly, Novia stopped in her tracks.

An ancient building stood before Ritsuka and the others.

"This is it."

Looking up at the building in Novia, he said softly, "One of the Seven Wonders of the World, the Lighthouse of Alexandria."

The orange-haired girl vaguely remembered that the Egyptian pyramids, the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, the Statue of Zeus at Olympus, and the Colossus of Rhodes were all examples of this. Although these were basic questions in world history, she still remembered them only vaguely.

Although the Novia advisor didn't specifically ask me about history like he did in France, I still feel very sorry.

Ritsuka thought to herself.

"After being completely destroyed by an earthquake in the 14th century, the Sultan at the time rebuilt it as a fortress using the remaining foundations and named it after himself, calling it Qatba Fortress. However, it is now the first century, so the lighthouse still exists."

The second generation provided supplementary explanations.

So that's how it is. No wonder he's the ruler of El-Melloi.

Although it's not entirely clear whether the Second Lord, who obtained Zhuge Liang's power, and other Demi-Servants like Mash and Novia are similar, Ritsuka still feels a strange sense of connection.

"There used to be Roman soldiers stationed here, but after Ptolemy captured Alexandria, no one guarded this place anymore. But then again, Alexander disappeared for so long, and Ptolemy was still in the library; he probably didn't continue to replenish his magic power—"

"No, Ptolemy, the Pharaoh of Egypt, is just ahead."

Novia answered, and the moment the main door opened, the loud echoes of footsteps mingled with the sound of waves crashing against the lighthouse in the long, narrow stone corridor with its high ceilings.

He was a robust old man with white hair and a neat white beard. He did not appear weak due to his age; on the contrary, it seemed as if his daily experience was engraved on his body.

His eyelids were closed, and he wore a black coat. The trench coat was designed with a starry pattern, and the way he wore it made it seem as if he could reflect the night sky into his clothes.

On his shoulder, there appeared to be the armor of the Atlas Academy.

Then, Ptolemy, who was confronting the crowd, muttered to himself and slowly opened his amber eyes.

"I didn't expect you to know about the Library of Alexandria underwater. A thousand years later, the Atlas Academy has already made it public..."

At some point, Ptolemy found himself holding a book.

The text on the page that is turned to is not fixed.

It changes at a speed that is completely beyond the comprehension of human dynamic vision. It's almost like a computer screen.

"But it's all over now. You... you probably don't know why I built this Library of Alexandria, do you?"

"Are you perhaps planning to prepare a library for Alexander IV, the son of the conqueror, that he could never finish reading? Isn't that exactly what you're aiming for?"

The Second Prince hit the nail on the head with a single sentence.

"That was in the past. At least I don't have that wish now."

Ptolemy remained unmoved, only shaking his head slightly.

“Among you are people from this era and people from the future, right? The times, whether now, in the future, or in the past, are all incredibly cruel. Cruelty is not differentiated by level, but the future era is even more so, otherwise it wouldn’t be like this.”

That is why the failure to showcase talent, which should have shone brightly in the daylight, evokes an all the more profound sorrow… just as many poets and writers have imagined the fate that fool Iskandar should have reached, and recounted the romances of Alexander.”

Ptolemy continued.

“I lament Alexander IV’s talent. Because I have gathered the world’s most unparalleled authors and records, yet I have never found that reader. However, when I was called upon as a Servant, I saw the existence of the reader and wanted my Master to become the ‘reader’.”

Unexpectedly, my Master became the Creator. I was moved by my Master's talent, so I abandoned the plan to revive Alexander IV and instead summoned the young king through a medium. Fortunately, it wasn't that grown-up fool.

"So, is the Sands of Osiris the King of Stories?"

"No, the Master has devoured a god. Even if her memories are saturated, her self-awareness is incredibly strong, and she still retains her individuality. This is certain. The Master is still the Master, not a blank 'King of Stories'."

then.

Pharaoh Ptolemy.

Upon hearing this, Ptolemy narrowed his eyes and stared at Novia.

Looking at the robust old man, the silver-haired youth revealed a smile.

“I have been to the Library of Alexandria, which you created and is located at the bottom of the sea, and I killed the god Osiris within it.”

"Oh? But neither Set's nor Osiris's divine body, nor even their concept of existence, has been devoured by the Master."

"At that time, there was still an apple I left in this lighthouse while searching for the library."

Novia squinted, as if recalling the past.

"I see. So the Pope and my Master have a hidden past."

Ptolemy laughed happily, and then continued as if sighing.

"But as a Servant, I must fulfill my duties. So, let's end this pointless attachment."

Pharaoh Ptolemy opened the book again, and at the same time his arm, starting from near the elbow, transformed into a mirror, reflecting the polished surface of the surrounding crystals, from which radiated heat rays surpassing that of magma.

"As my Master wishes, from this moment forward, the Library of Alexandria shall be officially closed and vanish from the world!"

Ptolemy, as a follower, was one with the Library of Alexandria. These heat rays, which surpassed even magma, were supported by the library, which could ignite underwater volcanoes. The information light accumulated in the crystals that constituted this great library was transformed into a devastating attack method when it was absorbed by its creator.

At the same time, as he said, this library, which should have been controlled by the Atlas Academy for the next thousand years, will disappear and not be revealed to people. Perhaps, as Ptolemy said, the desire of the 'Sands of Osiris' is to make his achievement of devouring the Egyptian gods disappear along with the Library of Alexandria.

The Pharaoh, captivated by his talent, was merely assisting his Master.

"O ancient brethren who inherited and passed on their glory, may the noble and holy know that my treasure has vanished in a corner."

Thus the aged pharaoh spoke.

"The gate of wisdom is open."

It was difficult to look the old king in the eye any longer; it was as if he were proclaiming the judgment of an ancient god, and only his voice echoed.

"The King's Library".

The thunder roared as it rushed forward, unleashing a torrent of magic in one breath.

This was an overwhelming torrent of destruction comparable to the Holy Lance. Nevertheless, the radiance manipulated by Ptolemy caused almost no harm outside the range intended by the old king. It was controlled with utmost precision, merely managing to repel the crowd before him and to erase the concept of the Library of Alexandria from the world.

In fact, just like Alexander, who could be described as having god-like power, Ptolemy also possessed it at this moment. However, unlike Alexander, who was the son of the supreme god Ra, Ptolemy had already ruled Egypt by deifying himself, so he did not need to rely on the name of another god; Ptolemy was a god.

Therefore, Ptolemy believed his influence was sufficient. Even the first pope, whose influence shaped the world, couldn't instantly break free from his constraints. Thus, the story he had crafted and the Master's wish would succeed, and that was enough.

"Um?!"

Suddenly, Ptolemy opened his eyes, somewhat bewildered as to what was happening...

The Library of Alexandria is actually breaking free from the will of its creator? No, that's not right. It's not the underwater Library of Alexandria, but the urban Library of Alexandria influencing the underwater Library of Alexandria? How is that possible? In Egypt, only the Pharaoh could do that—

“O people, hear my words.”

“All inhabitants of this world should listen attentively, regardless of their social status or wealth.”

A sound arose, on this vast land that seemed to overwhelm everything, a cry that seemed to come from the heart of the city, or perhaps a sacred word engraved on this land many years ago.

"Indeed, no one can redeem themselves; the price of their life cannot be paid."

The largest existing foundation of humanity is responding to the call of its creator. The inexhaustible power, the mysterious continuation, will eventually become a powerful current that no land can isolate—the foundation of the Bible.

"Then when? Why not end the filthy past right now? Take action, take action! I have not come to call repentance to those who are self-righteous, but to those who know their sins."

It was the exact same voice as Novia's, yet it seemed to be coming from Alexandria.

"Know that you must not indulge in debauchery and drunkenness, nor be lustful or dissolute, nor be contentious or jealous—"

“Pharaoh, heed my words! All the gods of Egypt in this world should bow down and listen! The Library of Alexandria must be open and not closed.”

An overwhelming aura filled Ptolemy's entire body, rendering him unable to move or speak. He could only watch helplessly as his Noble Phantasm was completely destroyed, and the Library of Alexandria, which was about to disappear from the concept of the world, was once again engraved within it.

At the same time, Novia walked step by step to Ptolemy, staring at the old man and speaking word by word.

“Ptolemy, I have read many books, some classics and some books that are completely unnecessary to read. Many people have read them, many people keep them in their hearts, and most of them are forgotten soon after. These are the kinds of books.”

I don't quite understand what this Pope is talking about. Is he talking about Masters? Oh well, I'm just an old man and a Servant, so it doesn't matter to me.

"Although it may be a bit arrogant, I feel that for both Cialis and Shion, this is enough. And she has many questions for me, but there are very few that we can say out loud, isn't that right?"

"...Heh, you've lost. It seems I can't fulfill your wish, Master. I can only let you move forward. But to be honest, hiding a young genius girl until the end of the world doesn't seem like a good idea. It's always good for her to go out and see the world... I just don't know if this land will support her..."

The old king smiled innocently like a child, his coat fluttering as if blown by the wind, revealing his pale hands.

"Alright, since that's the case, I can only wish you good luck in your military endeavors."

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Chapter 367 The Ten Calamities.

The Library of Alexandria was rediscovered in the sea off Alexandria and has been excavated for several years.

Because the technology of the Atlas Institute of the Age of Gods was so outstanding, even if dynasties on earth changed hands many times and human society underwent countless transformations, these underwater ruins would remain completely unchanged.

This other Library of Alexandria should have been sleeping in darkness, continuing until it was burned two thousand years later.

But at this moment, a change occurred, and one after another, symbols of ancient Egypt emerged.

The red and white double crown representing Upper and Lower Egypt is equivalent to the Christian symbols Ankh, Rattlesnake, Scarab, Ba, Isis' Knot, Matt's Feather, Cobra...

More and more things it symbolizes are gradually emerging.

The Eye of Horus, the Eye of Ra, the Pillar of Jad, hieroglyphs, and the two opposing concepts of scepter and calamity.

Then, the number increased.

It is not a single entity, but rather it expands rapidly based on the concept of one, like the seemingly endless sands in the desert.

And it brought about a continuous, chilling tremor.

It's as if the Egyptian gods, who had been far removed from the world since the end of the Age of Gods, have returned after some kind of transformation.

During the Age of Gods, all pharaohs were gods, because after their deaths they would go to the underworld to be with Osiris, and in a deathly scene they would dream of being reborn at the end of a distant time, and naturally embark on the journey to godhood, though there were exceptions.

For example, Ramses II believed himself to be the greatest pharaoh, refused to accept all of this, and was unwilling to fall into eternal slumber. Therefore, he was qualified to be engraved in the Throne of Heroes, and when he appeared in the Holy Grail War, he possessed the omnipotent power of all the gods of Egypt.

In a sense, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Ramses II was the representative of all Egyptian divinity. However, the Osiris Sand in the Library of Alexandria possesses the power of a chief god, and the divinity she has stitched together is not simply Egypt itself.

It is based on Ptolemy, the greatest myth compiler in human history, who gathered all the wisdom of the world to recreate myths as the hero 'King of Stories'.

That is, it stitches together Greek and Egyptian elements, as well as the Persian sphere and surrounding areas, resulting in a fusion of more myths and customs. The long-standing dragon-bull struggle during the Age of Gods was resolved and miraculously integrated into one, with all gods and myths becoming one.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she is the reincarnation of a great god from a completely new mythology, because as the sands of Osiris at her center, she can wield as many mysteries as there are gods surrounding Egypt and Persia. What is shown here is only a corner of the Egyptian divine power.