Otherwise, you can find another savior.

Without even asking, he could guess the answer. Even if the Command Spell had no effect on Solomon, he would willingly accept it and commit suicide. Because people in this era yearned for growth, Solomon had no reason to stop them; he only needed to do what he was supposed to do, just as he had done in life.

"Of course, he immediately dismissed the idea, saying he was just overly excited. Looking back now, it was because he was probably only one step away from completing Chaldea," Romani continued. "You know all that. But after that, probably before the excitement of victory had subsided, he explained why he was so determined to complete Chaldea."

"Why?" Shio asked, gesturing for Romani to continue, as he was listening.

"Why did the Age of Gods cease to exist? Why is the foundation of human reason so unstable after the Gregorian calendar? It is for these reasons that he wanted to use the transfer of spiritual particles to unravel the mystery and find the cause," Romani said. "In order to maintain human reason, Chaldea must be activated. Moreover, in this way, Sheba can not only see the future, but also receive the light from the past."

“Maintaining…human order.” Shiomi pondered. “I remember that Animusphia’s ‘Grand Designation’ seems to be about maintaining human order.”

"It should be." Romani nodded.

“If that’s the case, it’s not incomprehensible why Marisbury would act so… ugly. To secure the Holy Grail, he didn’t hesitate to use other people’s children as bargaining chips, like a defeated villain.” Shiomi said noncommittally, “Being a magician bound by ‘Grand Order’ is really not easy.”

“It might sound strange to me, but Maris Billy is actually a man with the unstable elements typical of magicians. In other words, he lacks a moral compass,” Romani shook his head.

He didn't really want to judge the merits or demerits of the deceased, especially the one who genuinely considered him a friend.

“We can already see that from Mashu’s situation. Otherwise, Mary wouldn’t have been in so much pain back then.” Shiomi waved her hand, indicating that she didn’t want to delve into that point.

“But…” Romani said, “his suppressed passion and his boiling love for humanity are absolutely unshakable.”

"Human...love?" Shiomi's expression was rather intriguing.

Romani realized the implied meaning of this comment and was speechless for a long time: "...During the Holy Grail War, Solomon knew that Marisbury only had about ten years left to live. Even if you wanted to become a human evil, you would at least have to be at your level, right?"

“Who knows?” Shiomi sat down. “If it’s based on the ‘Grand Order’ passed down through the magician lineage since before Christ, and the need to maintain human order, what was Marisbury… or rather Chaldea’s motive for deciding to create this whitewashing of human order?”

"This is a question that we still haven't been able to answer," Romani said. "If a hundred years from now, the planet will be a blank slate like this, then what Goetia did will be easier to understand. Since humanity is going to perish anyway, why not start over?"

For a better future, they have bared their fangs at the present peace, even at the cost of sacrificing all of humanity to create a completely new history of humankind from scratch.

Just thinking about this made Romani feel a mix of emotions.

"If only that guy had asked a few more questions when he showed up."

Chapter 124 On the Whitewashing of Human Principles (4)

When facing Chaos, Goetia once again appeared as Grand Caster, the Magic King Solomon, to build a path for Shiomi to reach her goal.

Time was of the essence, and Goetia withdrew after completing his task.

Romani's words at that moment were just a casual remark.

“We should indeed ask a few more questions.” tide Jian lowered her head, a hint of melancholy in her eyes. “If the ultimate goal of the Human Order Burning Plan is to redeem all humanity from the inevitable destruction that is about to come, then what is the purpose of our fight?”

“Even so, we cannot be confused.” Romani shook his head seriously. “We cannot predict the future. Even if the future promised by Goetia is wonderful enough, it is something that people living in the present cannot see. Sacrificing the living... I still cannot agree with it.”

There is no conflict between knowing Goetia's possible intentions and rejecting his actions.

Romani Archman firmly believed this.

Even if... it makes no difference that it is the Lord's grace.

“You’re right, I shouldn’t have been confused.” tide Jian thought for a moment, “Let’s get back to the main topic. Since we can’t contact Goetia, we can only find a way to solve the mystery of human reasoning ourselves.”

“But Animusfia’s magic theory about replacing the Earth’s surface is truly astonishing,” Romani said. “First, it assumes that the planet has a soul, then it creates a replica, and then replaces the planet’s surface by replacing the soul.”

"What's the point of this change?" Shiomi rested her chin on her hand. "If the pan-human history is placed in Chaldea... does fixing human history and storing it as data in the celestial sphere mean... maintaining human order?"

“It’s not necessarily impossible,” Romani replied, his expression unusually serious.

"..." tide Jian also fell silent.

This approach is merely hypothetical, but it aligns perfectly with the way a magician should think.

Just like the Magicians' Association, for those with rare magical talents, or those who cannot pass on their magic skills due to the possibility of bloodline and physique, the association will treat them as "valuable items" and "protect" them.

However, this protection is stagnant; the designated magician will be imprisoned for life, no different from a specimen preserved in formalin.

As the designated executor of the seal, Shiomi understands this, but because he is lucky, he mainly focuses on capturing magicians who violate taboos, and thus considers it as the correct behavior to maintain the superficial order of human society.

The same principle applies to maintaining human order.

Since the demise of human reason is inevitable, it's better to simply seal it away.

To exist forever, so that even if the next life form to visit this planet arrives, it will not hinder the continuation of human reason... and so on.

“Of course, this is just a hypothesis,” Romani said. “Remember what Pepe Roncino mentioned earlier? The last person Marissbury met before his death was Debit.”

“I remember, Maris Billy died by suicide with a pistol, right?” Shiomi had seen Maris Billy’s autopsy report.

He took out a pistol from his desk drawer and shot himself.

"Yes, because even the Magic Association has the same conclusion: there were no signs of a struggle, so everyone has no choice but to accept this result," Romani said. "But this matter has not been made public; only a small group of people know about it."

“If it were me, I would certainly be confident that I could fake a suicide that didn’t require magic,” Shiomi said. “I have taken similar actions when dealing with some heretical magicians to avoid causing a disturbance.”

“But Debit is a magician, and his pure physical combat ability may not be better than yours,” Romani said. “Killing another magician after only one shot, which killed the target, is really asking too much.”

Shiomi shrugged, not denying it: "Let's just wait and see what Debit can say... assuming he's willing to say it."

"I look forward to your performance on this." Romani breathed a sigh of relief, though he was worried, he also felt a sense of security and reliance. "God of Chaldea."

"Tsk..." tide Jian showed an annoyed expression. "God my ass. Why don't you pray to me and I'll try my best to make something similar to the Ten Commandments for you."

"Impossible. Who would pray to a god who brews tea for people and whose tea is 90% sugar? Would they pray to get diabetes?" Romani complained with a look of disgust.

"If you don't want it, then forget it. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." tide Jian waved her hand.

The two of them laughed heartily, and the atmosphere eased a little.

"And what do you plan to do about the Hidden Ones?" Romani asked again.

“Aren’t there still three Lostbelts left? Considering that the ‘Alien God’ sees the Lostbelts as food, we need to eliminate them before the other side does,” Shiomi said. “I will personally handle South America, and for China and India, let the Hidden Ones… no, now we should call them the new A-class Masters. Let them take charge; this is also an opportunity for redemption.”

"Are you planning to specifically prepare for the South American Lostbelt?" Romani asked.

“No, before that, I want to deal with Koyanskaya's problem first. Even the Beast's larvae—”

As tide Jian spoke, Fu Fu jumped onto his shoulder and barked a few times as if saying something.

"Really?" He was taken aback.

Then he discovered that he could actually understand what Fufu was saying.

Romani wasn't particularly surprised.

He used to understand it, but now, as an ordinary human being, he can't understand it at all.

Fufu nodded, and Xijian smiled and ruffled Fufu's hair a few times: "Thank you."

Then Fufu happily ran out of the meeting room and went outside to have some fun.

tide Jian stood up from her seat: "By the way, apart from sending a package to contact hope Weng, don't go back to the Wandering Sea for now."

"why?"

“If the coordinates over there are exposed, whatever the ‘Alien God’ does will cause significant casualties,” tide Jian said. “There’s still some time before the lease on the Wandering Sea expires, so have Xi Weng prepare for evacuation. Once we return, it will be a complete withdrawal.”

"Understood, I'll arrange things here," Romani said. "And then there's... the director. It might not be the best way to put it, but in the current situation, you're the only one the director can rely on."

“I know,” Shio sighed, “but such a change that almost jeopardizes one’s own survival is really something that leaves one at a loss.”

Romani sighed as well: "That's true. Someone like Solomon, who knew from the beginning that he was a preordained being, would actually... not feel so bad."

"...Perhaps."

tide Jian quietly shook her head.

Chapter 125 About Olga Marie (1)

When Shiomi opened the door to Olga Marie's room, she was startled.

She looked much more haggard than she had seen in just one day. She was wrapped in a blanket and sitting on the floor by the foot of the bed, looking emaciated.

I was originally planning to cook something to eat when I visited her and say something to comfort her.

But it seems the situation is even more serious than last time.

“…Teacher?” She raised her tired eyes and greeted him softly.

"you're awake?"

Shiomi placed the plate on the table, intending to squat down and help Olga Marie up, but she hugged her knees and curled up at the foot of the bed, making it impossible for him to reach her. He could only sit down next to her.

Olga Marie did not respond, but simply nodded silently.

“Don’t worry too much about the ‘Alien God.’ That’s not something you, as the director of Chaldea, or Lord Animusphia, could have avoided beforehand,” Shiomi said softly. “We should—”

“Report, I’ve seen it.” Olga Marie pursed her lips, squeezing out a sound that was almost a sob from her throat.

"..." tide Jian was speechless for a moment.

He suddenly realized that this was his oversight; he shouldn't have rushed to send her the report, but should have waited until Olga Marie had recovered.

"Teacher, please tell me... who am I?" She buried her head in her curled-up thighs, her voice filled with anguish.

This is a very serious, even somewhat fatal, problem.

There should be no question about it, and it's a question she would never question.

Now, however, the real reason behind the whitewashing of human reason has brought to the surface problems that should not exist, directly questioning and tormenting Olga Marie's heart.

Therefore, Shiomi was unable to answer.

"If I was born to become a part of Chaldea... then the 'Alien God' standing there as Chaldea's enemy, as everyone's enemy, is actually the real me? Am I just an imposter inside a puppet?"

“Mary?” Shiomi realized that her self-awareness was sliding towards the edge of a dangerous cliff.

Perhaps this is the true purpose of "Alien," deliberately using Olga Marie's appearance to manifest as Beast VII in order to disrupt the current Chaldea.

Disturbing Olga Marie Aresmit Animusfia's mind.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." Olga Marie covered her face, tears welling up between her fingers, "I don't even know what I'm saying..."

It was clearly the teacher who gave him the precious spare doll, which he intended to use as her new body.

Despite being a teacher, she was rescued from a dangerous situation from which she would not have survived.

But suddenly he denied this version of himself, believing that dying in that explosion was the true version of himself.

“No need to apologize, it’s only natural that you would think that way.” Shiomi took Olga Marie’s hands, gently removed them, and wiped away her tears with a tissue. “The appearance of the ‘Alien God’, the true face of the ‘Alien’, the truth of the whitewashing of human reason, all point to your origin, the thousand-year legacy of Animusphia.”

He smiled gently and comforted Olga Marie.

You are simply experiencing a cognitive crisis regarding your own existence.

Because of the appearance of the "Alien God," he wanted to deny everything, deny the legitimacy of his own existence, so that he could justifiably deny this crisis of humanity as well.

Even if you deny all of this, you can't change the fact that it has already happened.

“So I am the ‘Alien God,’ and the ‘Alien God’ is me. Otherwise, the ‘Alien God’ wouldn’t be like that.” Olga Marie forced a smile, but it looked more like a grimace.

Olga Marie's gentleness only intensified her pain. If it weren't for Shio-mi holding her face like that, Olga Marie wouldn't even be able to look him in the eye right now.

Olga Marie's original body, along with Animusfia's legacy imprint, were all materials prepared for the birth of the "Alien God".

I was both a pawn in this series of crises and the culprit.

“No, that’s not it…” Shio tried to deny it, but found that words were so pale and powerless.

Self-awareness and identity recognition.

These are things that are very important to an ordinary person.

Besides, Olga Marie was so proud.

Whether as a top-tier magician or as the monarch of Animusphia, everything about being a magician is the source of her confidence and the foundation of her self-acceptance.

However, now, the foundation upon which Olga Marie stands has been severely destroyed.

Becoming a top-tier magician and serving as the ruler of Animusphia were all tools specially trained by her father, Marisbury, for a plan whose full extent was unknown, for the sake of the clan's "Grand Order".

If Marisbury hadn't already died, Olga Marie's fate would never have been as simple as inheriting the throne and taking over the duties of the Chaldea Director.

Olga Marie never hated her father, who had shown her little concern or communication; she respected him from the bottom of her heart.

But now, even this important respect has become a meaningless joke.

Understanding that magicians lack moral values, and truly accepting and becoming such magicians, is not a simple matter.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been afraid because of Mashu.

Knowing all this, Shiomi couldn't say anything. She could only quietly hug Olga Marie and comfort her in her arms.

The unfamiliar yet comforting warmth made Olga Marie pause for a moment, then burst into tears. Her hands involuntarily wrapped around Shiomi's body, like a drowning person grasping at the only straw.

Ah... if there's anything that truly distinguishes me from the 'Alien God,' it must be...