Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

"But there's no need to worry, after all, it's just a myth."

Hearing this, Edison couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

So that's what they mean? That means it's actually false. That's good, at least the two of them shouldn't have started fighting as soon as they met...

Edison breathed a sigh of relief, but Novia's next words startled him so much that he jumped up again.

"Moon Lake is my lovely little sister."

Now that he was the Smoke Mirror, he should be serious. That's what Novia thought. Besides, he had seen Smoke Mirrors before in the 16th century, and that's what he called Tralock back then, so it was perfectly fine for him to say it like that now.

"……what?!"

Instead of being startled, it was Ritsuka who spoke up first.

Aside from the word "sister," the main thing is that she never expected that 'Tralock,' who has a wife, is actually Smoke Mirror's sister? In other words, wouldn't Smoke Mirror, as the older brother, be turning his back on his sister's 'wife'... No, isn't this a bit too modern?

Well, Novia had expected their reactions. After all, if Traloc really was the rain god himself, and not an elf, then their relationship would be far too modern in terms of mythology.

"Then, for the fifth sun, it is both divine and loving."

Novia stroked her chin. "That's about it."

Given that these words came from the mouth of the First Sun, Edison was not entirely sure if they were true.

Since it was already too late, everyone decided to rest.

into the night.

Beneath that enormous, visible halo, this war-torn world still appears beautiful.

"You can see so far from here..."

Ritsuka, who had reached the mountaintop not far away, couldn't help but sigh.

"Looking around, all I see is nature; I can't imagine that a country would soon be born here..."

"Oh, you've become interested in the United States?"

Looking towards the source of the sudden sound, Ritsuka saw Novia, who called herself the first sun of America, and of course, her very ancient attire.

"Advisor, is this the only way First Sun can dress?"

"This is the Mayan style of dress for the First Sun; it wasn't intentional on my part."

"I see……"

Ritsuka curiously touched the coconut-like thing on Novia's head.

"Okay, let's get back to the main topic. It's been so long. It seems like the last time we talked about history was when we were in France."

Novia paused for a moment, then said, "Let's talk about America this time. Novia's class is in session, please pay attention."

It felt cool and refreshing.

The ground was slightly cool, completely different from the daytime. There were no sounds of battle; it was a tranquil night.

So Ritsuka listened attentively with a sense of 'there's nothing she can do'.

"In 1492, at the height of the Age of Exploration, a man named Christopher Goblin arrived in the Americas, and European countries began to colonize, or rather, 'invade' the Americas. At that time, the people of Europe believed that even the poor could achieve a wealthy life through hard work once they arrived in the New World. Thus, a large group of immigrants came here with such hopes and obtained such a life by taking away the land of the natives."

"This doesn't sound like a good thing to me..."

"Everything has two sides, and I said that on purpose."

Novia paused for a moment, then continued, "In short, whether this action was good or bad, the series of events that followed greatly changed the times. By 1775, the 13 colonies under British rule were at odds with the United States, the War of Independence had begun, and the United States had won. Since then, the United States has gradually become a central country in modern human history."

"If the United States had not been founded, modern times would have taken a different path. I see. That's why this singularity occurred."

Ritsuka nodded thoughtfully. "Speaking of which, advisor, what kind of person is Tescatlipoca? He doesn't seem like a good god."

Just from Edison's reaction and Mashu's explanation, Ritsuka felt that Novia's use of the power of the First Sun was a bit strange.

"To the true First Sun, he is very open-minded, and he is also very ruthless. Whether it is the current war from the other side or the resistance in the ancient Aztec region, he will enjoy it. He will not help only one side because of his own position here. He may even prefer the conquerors' guns to the natives' blades. There is no malice in this, but only because for him, the continuous struggle for survival is 'good'."

Ritsuka's eyes were fixed on Novia's leopard mask.

"So, advisor, why are the indigenous people, including the First Sun within you, helping the 'enemy'?"

The relationship between indigenous peoples and conquerors cannot be simply divided into a binary of good and evil. It stems from the inherent contradictions within humanity itself. Among the indigenous peoples, there are traitors who betray their people, while among the conquerors, there are those who are unwilling to kill.

"Because for the native Servants summoned here, defeating this era means rendering everything they have witnessed, the blood they have shed, and the blood shed by their compatriots and families, futile. It is easy to pretend that nothing ever happened, especially those things that are detrimental to them."

However, only those who can withstand all of this can be called warriors; those who merely pretend it never happened but cannot bear the consequences are nothing more than cunning wolves.

Even though Novia was wearing the leopard mask, Ritsuka felt as if he were smiling.

On a pitch-black moonlit night, the sound of the wind echoed through the desolate distance.

That's a distant memory for Novia, the inscription beneath the 'Sun' statue still standing in Tenochtitlan—

"Fellow countrymen, children of the sun god, and believers of God in the Andes, after centuries of arduous and unyielding struggle, we have finally broken free from the shackles of the Habsburgs and stood up."

For centuries, the Habsburgs have not been invincible. We will become one with this land, and even if our bones are stripped away, our pure souls will never perish. The sun shines in our arms and in our hearts, and even if we sink to the bottom of the sea, we will surely rise again. Death is not invincible!

Over the centuries, even though the blood shed by many may seem futile, it proves that 'this is not the end'.

The world does not perish solely because of conquerors; there are also those who observe and waver. If the conquerors' power becomes too great, they will completely side with them and become accomplices. Once the gods return to the world, they will once again adopt a devout demeanor, as if they have been sincerely praying from beginning to end.

Therefore, only after so much futility can one obtain an extremely slim chance of victory.

"Perhaps the reason they united is that, in any case, the future should not be handed over to 'heroic spirits,' not even gods. We must return this land to the hands of 'humanity.'"

Ritsuka blinked, about to nod vigorously in agreement, when suddenly a gunshot rang out from where the group had been stationed, followed by intensely bright blue flames that shone even in the darkness.

"Looks like it's someone I know."

Without waiting for Ritsuka's reaction, Novie grabbed her and jumped off the mountaintop.

……

Washington, deep beneath the White House.

It was something different from this era; it seemed to be a building constructed of red brick and riveted iron frames, with a long conveyor belt in the middle of many rooms, driven by polished brass and obsidian gears, making a deep, rhythmic clicking sound.

On both sides are rows of complex mechanical devices, decorated with intricate patterns and designs.

"I didn't expect the goods from the west to be so good; we should bring them over."

The device was equipped with oil lamps, and in their dim light, a blond man wearing sunglasses was watching the factory move smoothly.

Just then, a whistle sounded from within the roaring factory, a sound that seemed capable of suppressing everything.

Then, the blond man turned his head slightly and looked at Krishna who was walking over.

"Huh? What's up? Indian kid, just say what you want."

Krishna merely smiled slightly at the impolite blond man, put down his flute, and behaved with great courtesy.

"I'm quite curious, what is the Fifth Sun, the undisputed leader of your pantheon, like?"

"Oh? You actually want to know information about that guy? Are you planning to prepare for the future?"

"nature."

"The Fifth Sun, that guy."

The man's lips curled into a smile.

"But she's completely different from me, more like that silly sandpiper. Of course, I'm referring to her personality, not her nickname. I need to clarify that first, because I don't want to have pointless arguments with my cute little sister and excellent junior, Taiyo, especially since my cute little sister is prone to being silly due to being love-struck..."

To the true Fifth Sun, he is both magnanimous and ruthless. Whether it's the current war from the other side or the ancient Aztec rebellion, he will support the Americas. But in reality, he doesn't help only one side because of his own position there; it's simply that for him, the world moving forward in human hands is 'good,' even if it seems impossible, he still challenges that power passed down through countless ages.

Upon hearing this, Krishna lowered his eyes and glanced at her: "In that case, you are a god who is very likely to manifest, just like yourself."

For him, it seemed that the person with the fifth sun personality described by the man had existed in the Indian pantheon, and that was precisely his purpose this time. But it should only be a coincidence, Krishna thought, after all, coincidences in the mystical are not uncommon.

Then Krishna continued to ask:

"Actually, I've always been curious why a god like you would side with us. You should be from the Americas, not some being who lets one side become too powerful."

Amid the ceaseless clamor, the blond man suddenly looked intently at Krishna, his shoulders trembling slightly.

It was as if one could sense the absurdity and mockery in the words spoken by Krishna.

"Indeed, pure stomp is too boring, so—"

The blond man adjusted his sunglasses, a smile playing on his lips.

"That's why I'm here to trade with you, Krishna, after all, I am the First Sun Tescatlipok."

Chapter 425 With the mindset of a beast, charging towards the sun of America.

"Rama, you are supposed to be a holy king, yet you secretly mingle with these insects from the Americas. How can you face my lord like this!"

The wind howled fiercely on the night of the full moon, but instead of bringing a drop of rain, it brought lightning with blue flames.

Amidst the endless howling winds and blue lightning, the trees surrounding the former encampment had been reduced to 'wreckage'. Although they still stood, they had been split open, their trunks cleaved in two, their sap no longer flowing, and the branches on both sides were dead.

"Because this is wrong, and I cannot agree with Krishna's approach."

Rama calmly gazed at the blonde woman who had suddenly attacked him, and gave this reply.

“Who isn’t! I’m extremely annoyed by Krishna’s arrogant attitude all the time. If it weren’t for the Queen’s request, I and the others wouldn’t have come at all! But you bastard, how dare you hang out with these guys from America? What, even that bastard Vishnu agreed to let you become a traitor?!”

The veiled blonde woman steadied herself on the ground, her entire body radiating a ghostly blue magical power, while she forcefully grabbed the incoming arrow with one hand.

“…I have no intention of explaining too much, but I am curious, how did you find me, Fritjof?”

The blond-haired girl who launched the attack in the middle of the night was none other than one of the Asura Kings—Yanjielong Fuliduo, who was also the gatekeeper of the Himalayas.

Rama was extremely confused. His conflict with Krishna had only occurred today, and theoretically, apart from the followers around Washington, no one should know about it. Although the Indian camp was now united around Krishna, it was only under a major premise.

Otherwise, how could the Asuras be so well-behaved? After all, they are essentially beings opposed to the gods, destined enemies of the gods. Not to mention Fuliduo, one of the Asura Kings, they were all on other battlefields and could not have known this information immediately.

"I'm too lazy to explain to you. You're not worthy to talk to me right now."

Phrita's gaze met Rama's, and suddenly all around became silent.

In fact, Fulita wouldn't tell Rama the truth. She had only caught a faint, familiar scent of a mountain while catching fish during the day, and that's why she followed the scent and rushed over, only to run into Rama who was staying there.

If it were just a chance encounter, she probably wouldn't have done much. After all, she doesn't have a good relationship with Indians, but there won't be any disputes. She's a moderate person who can coexist peacefully. However, she saw that Rama had contact with Edison, so she arbitrarily labeled him a 'traitor'.

“You are no match for me, Frido, you should know that. Step back, I do not wish to fight you.”

"Oh? Heh heh, I haven't even tasted the flesh and blood of a Holy King yet. Watch me send you flying to the heavens with my power right now!"

In the cold night between heaven and earth, countless dark blue torrents surged forth like angry dragons, appearing as phantom dragons that suddenly stood behind Felid.

This is Furido's Anti-World Noble Phantasm, 'O Demon, Block the Heavens and Earth,' which, in accordance with its own meaning of existence, uses its retinues or its own demonic army to cover the heavens and earth and isolate the target.

"The Holy King is merely a continuation of the records of time. No matter how correct the path may be, different eras reflect different aspects. It is perfectly reasonable for you and Krishna to have conflicts. However, at this moment, we should set aside our quarrels and estrangement, that is to say—"

At that moment, Felix laughed without fear.

As a deity and dragon within the concept of 'obstacles', they are fearless and always smile confidently and gracefully, no matter where they are.

"Do you think I would retreat with a laughable howl? I am Phrixus, the being that covers this world, the gatekeeper of the Himalayas, the demon who fights in the name of the great goddess Durga. I will not retreat, under my Lord who shines equally upon all things—"

It was an incredibly proud tone, filled with an unshakeable arrogance.

"My Lord, Lord of the Himalayas, is supreme!"

Immediately afterwards, countless azure dragons emerged from behind Felid, soaring into the sky like mist, their high-pitched roars shaking the entire battlefield.

Rama took a deep breath and reluctantly raised Shiva's bow.

It was precisely because Vritra was not only the king of the Asuras, but also the gatekeeper of the Himalayas, that he found it difficult to harm him. After all, he was one of the few followers of the lord of the Himalayas, and he was extremely loyal, with a status comparable to Nandi of Shiva and Shesha of Vishnu.

But since things have come to this point, we can only knock him out first.

The red-haired man deciphers divine power; listens to divine power; chases the remnants of divine power drifting in the wind, and follows the path of the rules, groping for the destination of the divine power he is familiar with.

The entire space here twists toward the Shiva bow itself.

That divine power was enough to tear through space.

The Holy King perfectly controlled this enormous energy, without wavering in the slightest, compressing it all into a thin arrow.

however.

A second later, right in the middle of the battlefield where the two were fighting, the earth seemed to be pressed down by something, causing a slight tremor that instantly kicked up countless dust and grime. Following that, several bullets were fired at Rama's divine bow and Vritra's trident, respectively, and in an instant, they neutralized the two's attacks.

"The gun itself is good, the power is decent, and the accuracy is also commendable. It seems that I, the First Sun, am quite accurate."

Novia, who had leaped from the mountaintop with Ritsuka in her arms, blew on the pistol in her hand.