I don't like the gods, I want to be a hero

Keno tied up the wide cuffs and put on a skirt that was specially cut for going out and turned into shorts, and wrapped the original hem of the skirt around her shoes to avoid making too much noise.

In the end, she found a small, dull-hued bedsheet at random, worked it out with something like string, and draped it over her body as a cloak to hide her conspicuous blond hair.

It is worth mentioning that, because she was worried about the firmness of the self-made cloak, the girl tightly strangled the thin rope used for fixing it into her fair skin. Only being undead can accept it.

After getting dressed, Keno came to a full-length mirror. After tucking the loose blonde hair back into the hood and confirming that there were no omissions, she said goodbye to her relatives and left the increasingly dilapidated palace.

The sky outside was pitch black, but for Keno who had night vision ability, this level of darkness was actually the best cover.

Keno passed through the open city gate dignifiedly, and what came into view was a dead city without a ray of light, and under the shroud of darkness, countless fuzzy figures wandered aimlessly on the open streets.

"Alas~~" the girl sighed, even if it was not the first time she saw this doomsday scene, she would still be deeply saddened by the tragic experience of these citizens.

However, this sadness did not dampen the fighting spirit in Keno's heart... In other words, it was precisely because of the huge contrast between the beauty of the past and the dilapidation of the present that the girl's determination to save her family and the people became stronger.

"I hope I can gain something this time. Although magic books and props to improve one's ability are equally important, I am still most eager for knowledge about the undead, even if it is just a simple introduction."

The girl lowered her head, as if she didn't have much hope for this action.

After all, except for those who are insane, or who are confused by power and endless lifespan, normal creatures basically don't collect books about the undead except for confrontation.

As for taboos like the transformation of the undead, they might be completely destroyed as soon as they were discovered, so Keno's hope was naturally very slim.

"Then, the target this time must be the temple."

Keno's Kingdom has a sect called Na Bellu, which is a polytheism with two pillar gods as the main gods, the male sun god Bei Nyala holding a treasured orb, and the moon goddess Lu Genice holding a treasured staff. .

Since there are races other than the Hongtong people living in the kingdom, Keno's father designated this church, which also has believers in surrounding countries, as the state religion, hoping to strengthen the bond between the various races in the country through common belief.

Of course, doing so also has the meaning of taking the opportunity to maintain good relations with its neighboring countries.

The still young Keno didn't know the hidden twists and turns, so he seriously believed in the said to be incomparably benevolent and powerful god.

But on that day, and for more than ten years after that, the "benevolent" god never extended a helping hand to his believers, and Keno's faith gradually fell apart as time passed, and in the end only Affirmation of the power of the gods remains.

The existence of faith-based magic casters recorded in the books proves that the theory of the gods is not groundless. This made Keno's belief even more shattered, and at the same time gave her a new "hope" to save the kingdom.

"Since the fifth-level belief-based magic can revive the dead, can higher-level power be able to turn undead people back into humans?"

With this purpose in mind, Keno walked through the streets full of zombies and walked straight towards the temple.

The surrounding houses are precarious because of the wind and rain and no one to repair them. Even if they all collapse in the next second, it will not surprise anyone.

Zombies wandered unsteadily on the streets, even if Keno was within reach of them, no one would attack her.

Even though she understood that these zombies did not attack because they were undead, the contrast between their inhuman appearance and quiet behavior still made the girl feel like 'ah!It turns out that the citizens still remember me' delusion.

Probably in this doomsday situation, the girl can only rely on this pitiful little imagination to avoid falling into despair.

"I remember that in order to facilitate the daily prayers of the residents, the location of the temple should be..."

Keno's advancing steps suddenly froze in place, because at some point in the street full of zombies, a figure that was incompatible with the surrounding scene appeared.

It was a skeletal undead with no skin or flesh left. The robe wrapped around the bones and the magic wand in his hand seemed to be quite powerful magic props, and the blood-glowing pupils were filled with magic waves that could shake the air.

There is no doubt that this undead is far more powerful than Keno's father, at least he is also a great night magician who can skillfully use sixth-level magic.

The fear that ran from head to toe still refused to disappear, Keno's instinct as an undead was violently stimulated, and even the teeth that had lost their physiological response kept shaking.

'Cheat... lie!Why does this level of existence suddenly appear in...not right!This guy... Could this guy be the culprit who caused this scene more than ten years ago? '

Keno wanted to run away, but her feet didn't listen to her at all, and at such a close distance, the undead girl couldn't resist the coercion from the superior.

"Why didn't you find a good field here before?" The great magician of the night rubbed his bare chin with his claws, and there was a kind of joy in his tone that seemed to have suddenly found private money.

'really!This guy is the culprit of all this! '

Keno originally thought that she would be extremely angry after learning of the real culprit, but under the coercion of the superior in front of her, her anger was so insignificant that it was not even enough to make her run away with her legs open.

She wanted to hide it. Since she was the real culprit who caused all this, she would definitely not let go of her, who was still conscious and always ready to take revenge on herself.

And as the superior among the undead, the guy in front of him can directly control his own life and death just by using the third-level "Dominate the Undead", and even, if he wants, even his own will will be completely controlled by him. twist...

At this moment, Keno was extremely grateful for the various actions he had taken before——

The clothes on my body are the result of my own groping for a long time, because after a lot of wear and tear, the original materials of the clothes can no longer be seen, and there is nothing special about the tattered hem.

That is to say, as long as Keno imitates the staggering steps of the zombies, he can easily blend in with them. As a powerful night magician, this guy will naturally not stand on top of an ordinary zombie. waste time.

That's what Keno thought, and she also tried her best to open her legs, and staggered past the Great Mage of the Night.

"Success!"

When she successfully stepped over that guy's figure, Keno couldn't help but cheered in her heart, but in the next second, she suddenly showed an expression of incomparable horror.

She who needs to hide naturally won't make any sound, but the sound coming into her ears is so real, that is to say...

Keno's neck slowly turned around like a machine that wasn't well oiled, and the figure of the Great Night Mage also turned around at the same time as her, as if pinching time.

"I didn't expect that there would be a high-level undead like a vampire here, and what I didn't expect was that you would use that way to slip away from me?"

There was a strong mockery in the bloody pupils of the great magician of the night, and then he raised a hand, and the huge negative energy slowly condensed on his bone claws, and with his movements, The despair in Keno's heart became more and more intense.

Although she couldn't cast it due to her ability, how could a girl who had read all kinds of magic books fail to recognize the magic called 'Dominate the Undead'.

'No... no no no no!I shoulder the hope of the kingdom, I want to save my people, and I want to see my father and mother...'

'It doesn't matter who it is... Please, please come and save me...'

The girl was frantically praying for a 'miracle' to appear, but her heart was constantly falling into despair as the light of magic power in the bone claw's hand became brighter and brighter.

But just when the girl's despair was about to reach its peak, a crimson flame appeared between the two of them without warning.

"Servant Caster, here in response to your despair..."

Chapter 4 Changing World Line

In Chaldea's reception room, two beautiful girls with long silver-white hair were sitting at both ends of the sofa, and each supported their heads with one hand.

Judging from the emotions revealed in the air, the relationship between the two girls is not that close.

"Illya sauce, Director Little Mary, the black tea and snacks are ready."

The silver-haired, red-eyed adult beauty delivered a tray with tea sets and strawberry cake for two, smiled, and greeted the two girls in a coaxing tone.

"Really! I'm not a child anymore!"

The same silver-haired, red-eyed girl waved her small fist, expressing her dissatisfaction loudly.

"How many times have I told you to use my full name when addressing me!"

On the other side, the girl with brown pupils blushed and stood up from the sofa like a spring.

"Ah lah." The adult beauty waved her hand nonchalantly. "At first, I was worried that Illya-chan would not be able to get along with Director Little Mary, but now it seems that we are thinking too much?"

"'We'? What did you guys learn after becoming humans (do you guys know that it's working time)!?" The two girls all spoke together and stared at the adult beauty in front of them.

"Oh, even the reaction is surprisingly similar." The adult beauty covered her mouth with her hands with a light smile, and her wine-red eyes narrowed meaningfully because she sensed something.

"So! Who is similar to this guy!?" There was another question in unison, but the two quickly realized something, and turned their heads to each other almost at the same time. "Don't talk like me! You brat (pretentious old woman)!"

"Who do you think is an old woman pretending to be tender (a brat with a stinky fart)!"

"Since the relationship between Illya-chan and Director Little Mary is so good, then I can go back to work with peace of mind."

I don't know whether it's natural or sincere, the adult beauty left a comment that was tantamount to flirting. Then, she ignored the scolding of the two girls, "Who has a good relationship with this guy?" Companions who were watching from afar gathered together.

"How? How?" Companions with the same appearance but slightly different hairstyles and decorations gathered around. "Illya-chan and the director of Little Mary..."

"No problem, the two of them fit well." The adult beauty gave a thumbs up with a chuckle.

"But they clearly disliked each other, and reprimanded you very loudly." The companion on the side was still a little worried.

"It's just because of temporary same-sex repulsion. After all, both of them are arrogant, silver-haired young ladies. It's only normal to be hostile to each other because they worry that their positions will be taken away."

The adult beauty tilted her head and comforted her companion softly. "This problem can be solved by leaving the two of them alone for a while."

"I see, that's why their reactions are so synchronized, right?" The relieved woman patted her chest with some relief, causing a shocking wave. "Sure enough, you are still the best at interpersonal communication."

"It's just that there are more things to watch." The adult beauty covered her mouth and smiled lightly. "Let's not talk about this, we are going to check the body of the lovely Mash-chan, we can't do it without being fully prepared."

"Ah?! Because of the arrival of Illya-chan, I almost forgot that I will have an appointment with Matthew-chan...I'm such an incompetent sister!"

"If you have this thought, then you will take care of Mash-chan more tenderly..."

A group of women with the same face chatted and laughed and left the door of the reception room. Looking at their backs, the two girls on the sofa showed helplessness and sighed at the same time.

"Huh?!" The voice sounded at the same time made the two girls look at each other subconsciously, and their pink mouths were about to open immediately, but after thinking of something, the two girls sighed again, and then they were extremely discouraged. Sit back on the sofa behind you.

"Hey, you stinky brat over there." Ilya, who is 28 years old but only fifteen or sixteen years old, barely within the shelf life of her loli, looked at Olga Marie beside her with some emotion.

"What's the matter? An old woman pretending to be tender." Sipping a sip of black tea with a lot of milk and sugar cubes, the rare red-haired girl glanced at the guests beside her.

"Since inheriting Chaldea, have you faced this group of escaped guys every day?"

"Otherwise?" Olga Marie rolled her eyes and snorted angrily. "Thanks to Einzbern, almost all the people I need to deal with every day are such guys."

As the director, the people in Chaldea who are directly responsible to Olga Marie are naturally the heads and deputy of each department. That is to say, the members of Einzbern have the ability to dominate the entire Chaldea.

"Personality aside, but our Einzbern's strength is unquestionable." Illya picked up the black tea on the table gracefully, and her girlish face raised a few traces of majesty as the highest ranking person.

"But you should understand that Chaldea will always belong to Animsfia, and we, the Einzberns, will never violate this point from generation to generation."

"Naturally, I don't doubt the promise from the third magician and the Supreme Monarch of the Clock Tower, and in the final analysis, what we Animsfia only care about is the existence of Chaldea itself."

Olga Marie raised her long red silk legs, and praised the senior beside her in a natural tone, but before the refreshed Ilya could blow back, the red silk girl's expression quickly became gloomy .

"If Einzbern can really be passed on from generation to generation."

"What's the meaning!?"

Ilya, who was holding the teacup lightly, narrowed her wine-red pupils, and the endless magic power brought by the third method instantly raised a thick magic fog in the not-so-small reception room.

With a perfect soul, fragments of the third law, and a clock tower facing the entire inner world as a stage, that innocent little girl with a little bit of evil taste has transformed into a person who looks like a girl in ten years. A jewel-like supreme existence.

"Hey, your reaction is too big."

The gloom on the red-threaded girl's face broke for a second, and then she struggled against the squeeze and suffocation feeling like falling into a swamp.

"The words I just said are just a reminder, a possibility that may not necessarily happen!"

As soon as the words fell, the magic mist that pervaded the room dissipated invisible, and Olga Marie, who was freed from it, gasped like a drowning person who finally surfaced.

"Aren't you going to explain what you did just now?" Olga Marie glared at Ilya who was sipping milk tea as if nothing had happened.

"That's also because your tone is too easy to misunderstand." Illya waved her hand, she was not in the habit of apologizing to others, especially when she was justified.

"You old woman who pretends to be tender..." Olga Marie clenched her fists, gritted her teeth and looked at Ilya in front of her.

"Let's end the emotional exchange for now, brat." Ilya drank the milk tea in her hand, and then met the red silk girl's eyes with a serious expression.

"It's about time to tell me the reason why you said what you said just now, and the purpose of inviting me here."

Before the farce just now, Ilya thought that Olga Marie's invitation today simply needed herself, the third magician, to confirm the replacement of allies.

And if that's the case, the meeting of the people in power will naturally be as easy as it is, and the more they do what they want, the more they can show the strong friendship between them.

But considering what Olga Marie said just now was too thoughtful and frightening, Ilya, who understood the significance of Chaldea's job, naturally didn't want to continue wasting time on pleasantries.

"Sheba speculated a very terrifying future, and although my lord father didn't have enough evidence to prove the inevitability of that future, he still made preparations for it before he died..."

Thinking of that terrible future, Olga Marie frowned involuntarily with her arms folded.

"Is it related to the existence named Matthew?"

"Sure enough, I can't hide it from you." Olga Marie shook her head lightly. "The purpose of inviting you here is indeed for Mash, but before that, you need to meet a terrible guy..."

"Terrible guy?" As if thinking of something, Illya showed a nasty smile...

............

"I remember it was hidden here?" The man squatting under the freezer in the cafeteria, with his long orange hair tied into a ponytail, rubbed his head in distress.

"Why are you missing?"

"Excuse me, are you looking for these two strawberry cakes with too much sugar?"

A pair of small white hands suddenly stretched out in front of the man, and what was held by these hands was the special strawberry cake that he was looking for everywhere.

"I can't thank you enough, this is exactly the strawberry shortcake I was looking for."

The man who instantly showed a surprised expression carefully took the 'source of life' he treasured from the small hand in front of him.

But just when he was about to enjoy these desserts alone, his experience in the world over the past ten years suddenly made him aware of the inappropriateness of this behavior, so he handed a strawberry cake to the little hand in front of him.

"As a token of appreciation for the help, will I have the honor of having this beautiful...er?"