Samuel's voice erupted in a strange cacophony, as if billions of human voices intertwined in an indescribable chorus.
"Ah—!"
Tiamat, too, opened her "cherry-like mouth," emitting a sound.
It was an internal voice, intelligible only to the mighty.
Samuel's form grew, or perhaps Tiamat's shrank. In this realm without scale, they adjusted endlessly.
Tiamat, the primordial Mother of Genesis of Mesopotamia, was a world unto herself, a being capable of traversing the sea of worlds.
Samuel's spear pierced one of Tiamat's vulnerabilities.
The ferocious divine lance breached the world's barrier, grinding against the earth, shattering mountains, and startling all creation.
"Ah—!"
The pained cry of the creator deity echoed through the boundless void, rippling the ether.
Earth and sky merged, then parted.
Thunder roared above the clouds, searing flames erupted across the land.
Mountains surged toward the heavens, rain lashed the earth.
The fire of the Human Order blazed upon the land, usurping the earth's divine authority, heralding an era's shift.
Humanity—or the earth's instinct—reproduction, persisted ceaselessly.
In Greek myth, Uranus, the sky god, wielded the divine authority of reproduction to become a father god, rivaling even primordial deities.
Now, humanity fused with the earth, claiming its dominion.
Humanity conquered the earth that birthed it, a turning point in the Human Order's formation—irreversible and essential.
Like Prometheus mastering fire, granting wisdom to humanity.
Like heroes tasting herbs, seizing the power of myriad spirits to nourish mankind.
Like sages uncovering the rhythms of the worlds, easing human survival.
Like warriors with blades and bloodshed, teaching humanity the value of might.
This was a feat, though achieved oddly. A feat is a feat. In Greek myth, Zeus defeated his father through lineage; in the Magic God system, it's a "miracle."
But this feat was incomplete. Tiamat, though an earth goddess, wasn't the sole one. Her authority alone couldn't complete the deed.
As for power gained? Minimal.
Sometimes, the Human Order and mystery align. A "miracle" isn't one until complete.
The Human Order is less strict—partial "feats" count, but they're near useless.
Like digging a canal: no one remembers you for a half-dug trench. Only a finished canal earns renown.
"Humans are fascinating! These... books... I'm really intrigued! Huh?"
Nyarlathotep entered, holding books bought nearby, inexplicably drawn to them.
Seeing Samuel and Tiamat stirring colossal waves in the sea of illusion, she asked, a bit dazed, "What are you doing? Did I come at a bad time?"
"No... your timing's perfect. Come!"
Samuel grinned, extending a hand. He recalled Nyarlathotep was also an earth goddess, of sorts.
"???"
Nyarlathotep realized Samuel and Tiamat were enacting her books' contents. An instinctive urge to join, the earth goddess's drive to reproduce, stirred within her.
"Sure!"
"Wait a moment..."
This "moment," in human time, was about... a decade.
Rivers reversed, seeping through the world's breached barrier.
Then... Samuel turned to Nyarlathotep, who'd been watching.
"Ah! This... it's... that... it hurts! ...And other sensations I've never felt... Faster... don't stop..."
...
"Waver, welcome to Chaldea. You're a tool now."
"Hey! Don't put it so bluntly!"
At the Matou residence, Roman was signing a contract—or rather, a "Self-Discipline Oath"—with Waver.
Chaldea would revive Iskandar, but Waver must work for them.
In short, Waver was Roman's tool!
"How many are in Chaldea? What's its purpose?"
After signing, Waver was curious about this organization, founded by someone near a Magician's power and King Solomon. Its goals? Its strength?
"Oh... well... you, me, Samuel, Irisviel, Iskandar, Jeanne... six total!"
"Hey! Don't just add my king! Isn't it an exchange?"
"One of Chaldea's purposes is to give Servants a place in modern human society, while... restraining them."
"..."
Waver didn't object this time. Without such an organization, Servants might run rampant.
Like Iskandar... he might try conquering again.
Though Waver wanted him revived, he didn't want chaos.
"I don't know the other purposes... but they're dangerous."
Roman brushed it off irresponsibly.
"...Huh? Isn't that Professor Kayneth?"
Waver, unfazed by Roman's vagueness—he had no choice now—spotted a crystal ball while looking around.
Inside, Kayneth and an unfamiliar person were slumped together.
"Oh, those are Samuel's captives. Not much use. He probably forgot. I'm thinking of freeing them."
Roman had no reason to kill them; it seemed pointless.
"Um... please release them!"
Guilty over stealing Kayneth's relic, Waver pleaded.
"Fine. Smash the ball outside. It's not strong magecraft."
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