Chapter 55: The Flower Magus Merlin Makes a Stunning Entrance!
Inside the British Museum, the dead silence was finally shattered by a horrified scream.
An Englishman smacked his forehead, finally realizing just how globally earth-shattering this event could be.
His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, glaring at the museum manager, screaming like a madman:
"What the hell are you standing there for? Report it, now!!"
"Ah, ah… alright, alright!"
The manager shivered, hastily ordering his subordinates to shut down the museum.
WTF!
A miracle like this had to happen while he was still in office—he couldn't tell whether that was good luck or bad.
Who knows, the peaceful retirement he'd always dreamed of might just go up in smoke.
...
The blonde girl who'd been kicked out stumbled around in a daze.
In the crowd outside the museum, she stood blankly, looking up at the sky.
It seemed she still hadn't fully processed the sight of the Sword in the Stone shattering the display case and flying off earlier.
Yet instinctively, she pulled out her sketch pen, her face serious as she focused on sketching—her earnest expression made her look utterly adorable.
Like a radiant girl blooming like a petal dancing through spring skies.
All around her, the tourists buzzed with excitement, every one of them trembling with exhilaration, overwhelmed by emotion.
Last time, they'd missed the miracle in Glastonbury.
But this time—the miracle at the British Museum—they were lucky enough to witness it firsthand.
The heiress of the Suzuki zaibatsu, Suzuki Sonoko, stuck out her tongue, face lit up with excitement, looking nothing like a proper lady as she laughed until she nearly fell over:
"This trip was so worth it! Ehehe, I have to brag to Ran when I get back!"
"She'll be so jealous when she finds out I saw the Sword in the Stone take off with my own eyes."
"If only… I could somehow share it with her…"
Suddenly, her eyes lowered, and her tone grew a bit subdued.
If it were a local delicacy, Sonoko could easily throw money at it and bring it back for Ran to enjoy.
But a miracle tied to King Arthur like this—was something nearly impossible to replicate.
...
The incident quickly exploded across the internet.
Countless unedited photos from the scene at the British Museum spread like wildfire, sending the world into a frenzy—billions of people on Earth were utterly stunned.
This wasn't a prank.
Nor was it an illusion like previous Glastonbury incidents.
This was a Holy Sword that truly existed in reality!
It had once been buried in the ancient flow of history, hidden beneath the weight of countless years, and now, on this very night, that sacred artifact had blazed forth, shattering the darkness, illuminating the land for thousands of miles!
Most importantly…
The Holy Sword was a real, tangible object—which meant it could be possessed, it could be wielded!
Many English citizens had eyes burning with light; just imagining it made their breathing quicken.
That was the "Sword that Chooses the King" from legend—King Arthur himself was crowned after pulling it out. If someone were to be acknowledged by the Sword in the Stone in real life, wouldn't that be destiny itself—proof they were worthy of becoming the Prime Minister of the UK?
The whole world spiraled into chaos in an instant.
The US, France, the UK… every major media outlet scrambled to cover the story, desperate not to miss out on the piping hot news. Even the upper echelons of various governments were shaken, their politicians all lusting after the Holy Sword.
This was a leap beyond humanity.
No need to transform into a vampire, no grueling exorcism training, no brutal body modification—this was a path where an ordinary person could ascend to greatness in a heartbeat.
Countless old monsters lurking in the shadows were also shaken awake.
That sword again… it has reemerged!!
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"Shuu, where do you think the Sword in the Stone is heading? From the direction, it kinda looks like Japan."
In Tokyo, a blond-haired boy grinned wide, teasing the friend next to him.
"Who knows, maybe it'll fly right to me! I do have the 'Qualities of a King', y'know. Ehe."
The brown-haired boy looked a little embarrassed, mumbling as he nibbled on a takoyaki, smiling sheepishly.
The blond-haired boy scoffed and curled his lip in disdain: "Yeah right. If you actually had the so-called qualities of a king, and somehow the Sword in the Stone picked you, I'd cut off the arm you're holding it with, and take the sword for myself to become king!"
"Waa, don't be so brutal, Gai." His friend immediately whined in protest.
"Just kidding."
With that joking smile, the figures of the two boys slowly disappeared into the distance.
…
Very quickly.
Under the leadership of the United Kingdom, supersonic fighter jets were dispatched to pursue the Sword in the Stone's trail.
Onboard was also a beautiful female broadcaster providing live commentary, her body trembling with excitement, face distorted by the intense airflow.
Not long after, they were flying at an altitude of ten thousand meters, above the vast Pacific Ocean, when they spotted a stunning "white comet"—the Holy Sword appeared to be excited as it soared straight toward the Far East.
In the blink of an eye—
People around the world glued to their TVs watching the livestream erupted in frenzy!!
"Caliburn the Sword in the Stone!!"
Countless British citizens teared up, shouting out the true name of the sword.
At the same time, many Asians were overjoyed—the Holy Sword was flying toward their direction.
Could it be that it intended to choose a man in Asia, then return to England to claim the throne?
But strangely enough—
The ancient, hazy Holy Sword suddenly came to a halt, hovering in midair above the Pacific Ocean, frozen in place.
As if it had encountered an obstacle in its path?
No…
That wouldn't be a problem for it—if there was an obstacle, it would just slice it apart.
The Holy Sword rose high, like an excited child, and in that instant unleashed a blinding white light, slashing down fiercely upon the vast Pacific…
"Sss~"
Many who witnessed the scene felt chills shoot up their spines, an overwhelming sense of dread rising in their hearts.
As if, along with that strike from the Stone Sword, some great catastrophe was about to unfold.
"STOOOOPP——!!"
Across the globe, countless top figures of exorcism organizations suddenly awakened, all screaming at once, letting out desperate groans, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
Fuck!!
Through the long river of time, that world-shaking event had been forgotten to the point of nearly vanishing from human memory.
If that terrifying, horrifying thing were truly released—no number of lives would be enough to plug the disaster!
Holy Sword, what the hell are you doing?!
Have you betrayed humanity?!
But no matter how desperately they screamed, it was already too late to stop it.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM…!!"
The ocean trembled madly, erupting with deafening explosions—hundreds of millions of sea creatures perished in an instant.
The waters were stained red with fresh blood, echoing the final, despairing cries of countless dying beings.
"W-what the hell is that?!"
The female reporter on the fighter jet stared ahead in horror, unable to put into words what she was seeing.
On the surface of the sea ahead, a massive blood vortex had formed in a flash. Its terrifying suction force swept away countless aircraft carriers, like a bottomless black abyss radiating a chilling aura that made people shudder…
——
Japan's Supernatural Disaster Countermeasures Bureau.
"A Black Rift… why is it this huge…"
Isayama Yomi's teeth chattered as she collapsed helplessly into her chair.
Her extensive experience as an exorcist allowed her to immediately recognize the nature of the phenomenon.
And because of that, fear flooded every inch of her body. A cold chill shot up her spine and stabbed straight into her skull—she couldn't even muster the will to fight.
Black Rift—to put it simply, it was a "teleportation gate," capable of letting all sorts of monsters and demons cross over. Occasionally, some beings from other worlds might come through, but 99.99% of the time, it was vengeful spirits and evil spirits that emerged.
On a normal day, the Black Rifts she dealt with were only a few meters wide, sometimes over ten meters, and at worst, she'd have to handle a grade B evil spirit.
She had also encountered Black Rifts tens of meters wide—situations that warranted leading a team. That size would either unleash a large swarm of low-grade evil spirits, or one terrifying grade A evil spirit, creating massive pressure.
The larger the Black Rift, the stronger the monsters that could emerge from it.
This was common knowledge in the exorcist world.
And the Black Rift now in front of them—was, by rough estimate, over a thousand meters wide.
Heh heh…
Isayama Yomi suddenly let out a laugh, slumping backward onto the sofa in a "Gomen Amanai" posture, completely giving up.
In the next moment—
As if to validate her understanding of the situation—
A sound like the sky being torn apart thundered across the Pacific, booming like explosive lightning.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM…!!"
A pair of demonic hands reached out from the Black Rift, stirring up raging tsunamis. A terrifying aura swept across the heavens and the earth—within seconds, dark clouds churned across ten thousand miles, countless pale white bolts of lightning raining down.
Aircraft carriers weighing tens of thousands of tons were nothing but children's toys in its presence.
The camera shook violently, the fighter jets zigzagged wildly, and the female reporter was so terrified she could barely stand.
Had there not been so many people watching the livestream, she probably would've pissed herself already.
Goddamn.
What the hell is this thing?!
Dead silence.
All living beings trembled in silence.
In the face of this sudden catastrophe, everyone was thrown into utter confusion.
Just a second ago, the world was cheering for the resurrection of Caliburn—and in the blink of an eye, the sea was torn open by a gaping hole. Powerless, the people could only watch as the seal of the Black Rift was ripped apart and a terrifying god of destruction, unlike anything of this world, emerged from the abyss.
Would nukes even work on a monster like this?
No one dared to say.
Countless people stared at each other in shock, and once the realization hit, they were so enraged they nearly burst out swearing.
Sword in the Stone, you damn comet!!
Serves you right getting snapped in half, A A A A A!!
"There's no future in being human…"
A burly mob-A muttered under his breath.
Next to him, a group of battered-looking individuals solemnly nodded in agreement.
——
Over the Pacific Ocean.
In just the blink of an eye, the monstrous creature let out a piercing shriek. Its massive hands, large enough to block out the sky, planted down against the ocean as it hauled out more than half of its body. Thick, toxic corpse fluids oozed sluggishly from its pores.
In an instant, thousands of miles of ocean turned into a dead zone dyed greenish-black. Countless species of fish flipped belly-up, spewing bubbles, dying instantly without resistance.
The Sword in the Stone began trembling—its blade quivered, and its holy white light dimmed as if it were panicking.
It seemed to sense with keen instinct that it had just caused a major disaster. In a flurry of fear, it darted toward Japan like a child who had caused trouble and now wanted to hide behind its parent.
Which only made people curse even more.
Goddamn it, why didn't you run sooner?!
"Whoosh~."
The seawater surged into a massive wave, and a pair of fog-like giant hands struck out—so massive they too blanketed the sky.
Unlike the colossal beast's destructive intent, the owner of the foggy hands seemed to be trying to capture the Holy Sword.
A chaotic battle between three sides.
It was getting hard to predict where this situation was going.
...
"What the hell are those foggy hands?!"
In Tokyo, someone couldn't help but shout out, eyes wide in astonishment.
"That's one of Ki Juranbarada's abilities—Mist Form."
From the shadows, the great yokai Nurarihyon stepped out slowly, face grave, leaning on his cane.
He had been silently observing the unfolding battle, but in the end, he could no longer stay idle.
The young man who shouted earlier couldn't help but ask, "Old Master, who is that?!"
Nurarihyon sighed and said:
"He is the First Primogenitor of Europe—the ruler of the Warlord's Empire. He must have taken action because he doesn't want the natural enemy of vampires to appear."
"What?!"
Everyone was stunned.
They lived in a dazzling world full of yokai, and had never even heard the name Primogenitor.
Vampires? That was just myth—nothing more.
But now… the myth had become reality?!
Wait a second—
If that Ki Juranbarada guy really managed to steal the Holy Sword, wouldn't that mean vampires would no longer have a natural enemy?
Granted, Sword in the Stone was one hell of a troublemaker, but still, it was a divine weapon of humanity's side—if it truly got taken away, that'd be a massive loss.
Everyone collectively felt their teeth ache from frustration.
Then they all stared tensely at the TV screen, not daring to blink even once.
——
Over the Pacific Ocean, Caliburn trembled, struggling with all its might. But without a wielder, it couldn't free itself. The fog-like giant hand pinned it down tightly. Its white holy light dimmed further and further, and a sorrowful hum echoed from it without pause.
Sword in the Stone was close to its limit.
All around the world, tens of thousands of viewers instinctively covered their eyes, unable to keep watching such a heartbreaking scene.
"If Artoria were still here, she would've grabbed it and struck down the enemy without hesitation."
The loyal fans of the King of Knights said through clenched teeth.
Even more people could only sigh in silence.
As if no matter what they did, the tides of fate had already tilted beyond control.
Even the misty hands were trembling, as though barely able to contain their excitement.
Success…
It was about to succeed…
"Whoosh~."
A wondrous sound echoed.
No one knew exactly when it began, but before the dazed eyes of all onlookers, delicate, translucent flower petals began to fill the battlefield.
They adorned the skies above the Pacific with a dreamlike shower of blossoms—so beautiful it felt like fantasy.
The petals kept gathering,
And gathering,
Until they formed an endless sea of flowers, flowing with gentle light, unsullied by even a speck of filth, pure to the extreme—radiating a faint ancient aura known as 『Hope』.
And then—
Under the wary gazes from every direction, an exquisitely ornate staff tore through the sky and appeared.
"ROAARR!!"
Along with a mournful roar, the misty hands that had gripped the Holy Sword were gently, effortlessly severed.
Moments later—
A soft, gentle voice rang out:
"Taking something that doesn't belong to you is terribly rude, you know~."
Under the collective sweatdrops and dumbfounded expressions of everyone, the stunning sea of flowers quietly dispersed.
A handsome man with long silver-white hair like a waterfall stepped forth from its midst.
He wore a flowing white cloak, held a staff in one hand, and wore a calm, refined smile on his face.
Mysterious, composed, elegant, confident…
Before the wary eyes of Ki Juranbarada, the man finally stopped, casting a glance at the dimming, nearly-weeping Caliburn, and suddenly smiled warmly.
Magus of Flower Merlin has entered the stage!
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