Chapter 133: Vivian: She Is Emperor Lucius Himself!
Noah was confident that if he just asked Mary, she would likely lend him Avalon as a medium, and she probably wouldn't mind too much either.
However, Noah wasn't used to that approach.
Before discussing the matter with Morgan, he went to speak with Mary first.
Mary agreed and lent him Avalon, after which he finally brought it up with Morgan.
He didn't mention anything about Mary's situation, respecting her own wishes, but he did explain to Morgan that this Avalon was from a parallel world.
Mary had even prepared an explanation for Noah in advance.
But Morgan didn't ask.
When Morgan saw Noah take out Avalon, she was momentarily stunned.
Upon hearing Noah say it was Avalon from a parallel world without explaining the reason, she first believed him, and knowing he deliberately omitted details, she didn't press further.
This was similar to how Morgan had straightforwardly asked Noah for the Fairy Knights, and Noah gave them to her without hesitation.
They trusted each other.
And this trust wasn't something built only after their relationship was established—it had existed as a foundation even earlier, long before.
So, after taking Avalon, Morgan didn't ask anything.
Instead, Noah raised another question.
"Morgan, if you're using Avalon to research parallel world Saint Graphs, do you need to go to the magical realm for this?"
"Not necessary."
Knowing Noah was heading to Rome, Morgan shook her head.
"I'll conduct the research in Camelot. Only after completing the Saint Graph research will I need to return to the magical realm to install the Saint Graphs for Melusine, Barghest, and Baobhan Sith."
"Alright, in that case, I'll leave Camelot in your hands for now."
Noah confirmed the situation in Rome and Morgan's plans, then entrusted the work in Camelot to her.
Afterward, he returned to his Alchemy workshop, completed the final steps of the Sword of Victory, and took it out.
Originally, this sword was stored in the Lady of the Lake's treasury. Besides being forged from special Age of Gods metal, making it exceptionally sturdy, sharp, and highly conductive to magical energy, its greatest effect stemmed from its origins in the Age of Gods—its inherent mystery allowed it to sever many forms of Magecraft in this era.
In a few hundred or even a thousand years, the mystery of modern Magecraft would pale even further in comparison to this sword.
It could be called a sword that cuts through Magecraft.
But after Noah's Alchemy enhancements, the sword gained several additional features beyond its original traits.
For instance, when the wielder activates Mana Burst, the sword can synchronize with the wielder's Mana Burst. Moreover, it can alter the attribute of magical energy, allowing the wielder to freely change the attribute of their Mana Burst.
This, in turn, modifies the effects of the Mana Burst.
Additionally, the sword itself can store magical energy.
When activated, the stored magical energy puts the sword into a released state, making it even stronger. It can even elevate the wielder's Mana Burst by one level—
The cost of the flower is the continuous consumption of magical energy required to enter the liberated state.
Then, if a large amount of magical energy is injected into the sword all at once, Noah also added to this sword something that many Knights of the Round Table possess—namely, a light cannon!
By injecting a massive amount of magical energy, this sword can transform all known elements, then progressively amplify and reconstruct them, ultimately converting the input magical energy into pseudo-true ether!
If this sword were to be evaluated as a Noble Phantasm, Noah believed that based on this light cannon alone, its theoretical power should reach an A-rank!
After all, Paracelsus's Demonic Sword is also A-rank. Although Noah estimated he would need further research to create the Philosopher's Stone, he did not believe the Demonic Sword he forged would be inferior to Paracelsus's.
It should be said that his Alchemy is only stronger!
Even in the simulation of the King of Alchemy, his Alchemy had reached its peak. With his special tags, he judged that his Alchemy had, in a sense, reached its limit.
He had fully mastered the human Alchemy system, the Lady of the Lake's Alchemy system, and perfected his own system, even surpassing many Gods of Forging in this regard...
Without access to higher knowledge, the peak of this epic-level tag would likely be the pinnacle of the Gods of Forging. Noah's current Alchemy is already at the first-tier level among the Gods of Forging, and even if he could progress further, it would only be by a small margin.
Unless he could draw a higher-rated tag next, such as [God of Alchemy (Mythical)] or a root-level tag he had never seen before.
He hadn't developed the Philosopher's Stone because he hadn't focused on that direction.
If it were solely about Alchemy, he didn't believe Paracelsus's Alchemy could surpass his own.
Moreover, even if the foundation of this sword wasn't the Philosopher's Stone, the materials from the Age of Gods were still exceptional.
Thus, Noah roughly estimated that this Sword of Certain Victory, when converted into a Noble Phantasm, should be around A+ rank—unless enhanced by legends, it couldn't possibly be higher.
This was the extent of what his current Alchemy could achieve with a single weapon.
If he could use large-scale territory creation, he could even create something like a floating fortress.
After completing the Sword of Certain Victory, Noah brought it to Artoria.
Artoria was clearly taken aback when she received the sword, never expecting Noah to gift her one. However, upon learning that Noah had personally reforged it, she smiled happily.
Evidently, compared to a fine sword, she valued the fact that Noah had personally worked on it even more.
Not being a king, she had no need to conceal her girlish expressions.
Nor did she need to hide her girlish emotions.
So, after testing the sword, she immediately hugged him. As a result, Noah, who had originally planned to leave that night, was delayed until noon the next day, when he finally set off for Rome with Scáthach and Vivian.
This time, he didn't plan to bring many people to Rome—even White was left behind.
To be precise, there were only four of them.
Vivian, Scáthach, him, and Mary.
This lineup was more than sufficient for Noah.
So the four of them set off directly, using the alchemy ship Noah had crafted, and arrived in Rome in just over a day.
At this moment, the navy at the outermost edge of Rome had clearly just received intelligence and was beginning to deploy coastal defenses.
Meanwhile, Noah, the King of Britain, had already set foot on Roman soil and made contact with the intelligence agents Morgan had stationed there.
With their guidance, the journey proceeded much more smoothly.
However, Noah had initially thought that as a new face, he would at least need to conceal his identity or something along those lines.
But he never expected these intelligence agents to lead him directly into a large, seemingly very well-hidden underground base!
Moreover, the construction of this base was incredibly luxurious!
Many parts of it were likely even more lavishly decorated than Camelot Castle!
Noah was astonished that these intelligence agents had managed to develop such a place within Rome!
The intelligence agents were aware of Noah's identity. Seeing his reaction, they quickly explained.
"Your... Majesty, this place wasn't built by us. It was arranged for us by the Maiden of the Battlefield, that super-famous mercenary in Rome."
"Last time, it was she who revealed the identity of that aide to us, and this time, the intelligence about Rome's movements also came from her... So I think her identity might not be so simple!"
First, they cleared themselves of any responsibility, then earnestly analyzed the other party's identity.
Hearing this, Noah smiled.
"So, can you contact this Maiden of the Battlefield now?"
"Yes! Of course! She's also in this base, waiting for us to take her to Britain... Just as we reported in the intelligence, though we don't know why, she seems to want to go to Britain."
The intelligence agent spoke very seriously and nervously, occasionally feeling he had slipped up and hurriedly adding explanations afterward.
Noah noticed this and patted his shoulder.
"Don't be so tense."
"It's just a meeting between black-market merchants. Even if I'm a very powerful merchant, you shouldn't be this nervous, right?"
"Yes, you're absolutely right."
The intelligence agent nodded repeatedly, seemingly already adjusting his demeanor.
Noah withdrew his hand and, while continuing to follow him toward the location of the Maiden of the Battlefield, glanced at Vivian.
Noah was not skilled in schemes or intricate planning.
So with Vivian, the Prophet, by his side, he couldn't be bothered to figure out the other party's identity himself.
Why not just have Vivian prophesy? Wouldn't that be easier?
Let Vivian give a general prophecy, then have Scáthach and Mary analyze it, and afterward, observe the other party's reactions himself—everything would become clear naturally.
That was what Noah had originally thought.
But he never expected that after Vivian performed the prophecy, her legs gave way and she nearly fainted on the spot. Clearly, whatever she had foreseen this time had drained her immensely.
Of course, it was also possible that after recovering, she had performed numerous prophecies, and the accumulated strain had erupted all at once.
This brought their progress to a temporary halt.
This led to a temporary halt in their advance.
However, it wasn't much of an issue.
Noah directly grabbed Vivian's hand, sharing his life force with her. After she recovered, Vivian revealed the identity of that woman on the battlefield.
"Just by looking at her appearance, her identity was clear—there was no doubt she wasn't some mere mercenary. That person was none other than the current emperor of the Roman Empire, the Sword Emperor, Lucia, herself!"