The temperature in the dean's office seed to plumt by dozens of degrees, turning sharp and frigid.
The Queen of the Land of Shadows was freely unleashing the blood-soaked might she had forged in the depths of hell.
Scáthach had co to Fuyuki City with only three goals in mind.
Find Cú Chulainn!
Clean up her own ss!
And find Naless.
In the previous Temple of Ti: Solomon video, the Fifth Singularity—The Great North Arican Myth War—could practically be called the Celtic Myth War.
The Child of Light, Cú Chulainn, had beco the main antagonist, recklessly threatening human history.
As his teacher, Scáthach had descended to assist Naless in reprimanding her wayward disciple.
Yet that damned brat had the audacity to mock her, even calling her an old hag!
She, the illustrious Queen of the Land of Shadows, was a seventeen-year-old beauty with countless admirers!
How could she possibly be an old woman?
Even Naless had praised her youthful beauty, clearly recognizing her charm.
He was truly her most important confidant.
Scáthach had once been cursed by the gods she slew, forcing her to live for over 2,200 years without rest.
Now, this Naless Heroic Spirit—who had even slain the omnipotent Zeus—might very well be capable of granting her death.
After dealing with her wayward disciple, she would seek out Naless and ask him to deliver her end.
To live as a human, and to die as one.
That was Scáthach's ultimate desire.
"Of course. With my Clairvoyance that sees through the Present, no one can escape my search," rlin replied smoothly, unfazed. "A re Naless isn't even worth my attention—just a plaything to toy with."
That was a lie!
She had searched for Naless countless tis but could never find a trace of him.
Clearly, this was the protection of Alaya, shielding him from all detection magecraft.
"Oh? So you were the one toying with Naless?"
Scáthach looked at her with amusent.
Her battle instincts, honed in the depths of the underworld, saw right through the beautiful Flower Mage's disguise.
The true form beneath was none other than Magical☆rlin!
The sa virtual idol who had tornted Dr. Roman in the videos.
"Ahem. As a Child of Nightmares, my form isn't fixed," rlin replied, slightly embarrassed.
Trying to boast, only to have her illusions seen through in an instant—
That was a bit awkward.
Scáthach said coolly, "I don't care about your sches. Just lead to Naless and Cú Chulainn."
After watching so many videos released by Alaya, she was well aware of this one's true nature.
A creature who delighted in others' suffering.
But as an immortal, she feared nothing.
If anything, she'd be grateful if soone could finally grant her death.
"I'm just a humble magician, I wouldn't dare sche against the Queen of the Land of Shadows," rlin smiled.
The show was about to begin.
With Scáthach drawing Naless's attention as a shield, she could finally set her plan in motion.
The miserable tornt of being force-fed the Waters of Lethe by Naless—she would repay every bit of it!
First, she'd start with that Solomon who had turned into an ordinary man...
...
anwhile.
After Souma finished buying fish and left.
Cú Chulainn asked, "Berserker, want to go to his place for dinner? The kid's a pretty good cook. Just rember to bring a gift."
"Uh, not this ti. I've got bricks to move," Heracles shook his head.
He still had work to do later.
How else could he raise Illya if he didn't work?
As for eating at Souma's place, he could drop by anyti—no need for formalities.
"Alright, go move your bricks then."
Cú Chulainn didn't press further.
With Hercules' monstrous appetite, he could easily polish off an entire table's worth of food by himself.
Better that he didn't co.
Cú Chulainn dialed a number: "Souma, make extra tonight. I'm coming over."
"Fine, co if you want," ca the reply.
"OK, I'll head over soon."
After a pause, Cú Chulainn hesitantly asked, "Hey Souma... what do you think Scáthach would do if she found Cú Chulainn?"
"Uh, what else? Probably just stab him to death."
Souma answered casually.
Given how recklessly he'd taunted that purple-haired old hag during the Singularity, how could he possibly survive?
How brutal.
Lancer's gonna die again—so heartless!
Rest in peace.
We'll prepare lavish offerings for you every festival—you won't go hungry!
"...Then how can Cú Chulainn survive?"
Cú Chulainn felt despair creeping in.
He just wanted to live peacefully as an ordinary fishmonger—he really didn't want to die.
"Wanna know? Beg !" Souma replied cheerfully.
The guy had been his teammate against Gilgash, so helping him out a bit wasn't a big deal.
"I..."
Cú Chulainn nearly stord over to punch the brat.
A re high school student daring to play gas with him—did he want to be tied up and beaten?
But survival ca first.
Without hesitation, he pleaded: "Bro, I really wanna know how Cú Chulainn can survive. Just tell ~"
"..."
Souma barely recognized him anymore.
When had he beco so shaless?
Had rging with the King of Berserkers completely changed him?
Sighing, Souma said, "Fine. It's simple—just kneel and beg for rcy. The more shaless you are, the better it works!"
"...Uh, you sure that'll work?"
Cú Chulainn frowned.
"Don't believe ? Fine." Souma hung up.
"..."
After a stunned mont, Cú Chulainn decided to try it—what did he have to lose except his life?
He quickly packed up his stall.
He'd barely opened shop this afternoon, having taken ti off to watch the new video.
Ever since the video played, he'd been on edge.
Afraid that the terrifying old woman might co looking for him.
Better head to Souma's place first for a drink to calm his nerves.
"Today is a good day, everything I wish for cos true..."
Cú Chulainn humd a tune casually as he walked out of the market gate.
Then.
A tall woman with purple hair and crimson eyes silently blocked his path.
"Well, well, Setanta, you seem to be in high spirits?"
She looked at him with a knowing smirk, deliberately using his childhood na.
It was Scáthach!
Cú Chulainn nearly jumped out of his skin, his heart turning ice-cold.
Why did this terrifying old woman suddenly show up?
Who the hell ratted him out?
Putting on a brave face, Cú Chulainn said, "Teacher, long ti no see. How have you been?"
"Hmm? Didn't you always call 'old woman' before?" Scáthach asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
Cú Chulainn feigned shock: "Did I? I don't rember that at all!"
"Tch, stop pretending. Did you really think you could fool so easily?" Scáthach sneered.
You mangy mutt, I've raised you since you were a pup. Did you really think you could deceive ...
This beautiful maiden?
Cú Chulainn dropped the act and glared at her fiercely: "Don't think being the Queen of the Land of Shadows ans I'll respect you!"
"Oh? Then let's see how much you've improved lately," Scáthach replied with interest.
"I am the Child of Light from Celtic mythology! Even if I were to be run over by a chariot or skewered by your spear, I would never—"
Cú Chulainn declared righteously, then promptly dropped to his knees, "A teacher for a day is a mother for life! You're like my own mother! How could I not respect you?"
If I got killed over sothing like this, what kind of hero would that make ?
So, I absolutely cannot lose!
"...Get up. I prefer seeing your arrogant side."
Scathach fell into silence.
Had this guy really lost his mind?
She looked at him with utter disdain. "I haven't even drawn my spear yet, and you've already collapsed. Aren't you ashad?"
Such a spineless, shaless creature—just the thought of striking him felt like sullying her demonic spear.
"Doesn't this just prove how precise your spear technique is, Master? Please, I'd rather be your dog—feel free to command !"
Seeing the killing intent in her eyes fade, Cú Chulainn seized the opportunity without hesitation.
Being a dog?
Not shaful at all.
Others would kill for the chance to be the Hound of the Shadow Queen and still wouldn't get it!
Most importantly—
The na "Cú Chulainn" itself ant "Hound of Culann."
Back when he was a child, he had accidentally killed Culann's guard dog and vowed to personally take its place until he could train a hound just as fierce.
"..."
Scathach was utterly speechless, completely defeated by his lack of sha.
No wonder Naless had once referred to him as "Big Dog."
The nickna suited him perfectly!
She rolled her eyes. "Fine, get up. Kneeling like this is embarrassing."
To avoid being recognized, Scathach had deliberately dressed in a sailor uniform—the very image of a seventeen-year-old beauty.
Having a grown man kneel before her like this was mortifying.
"Master, I was just about to head to a friend's place for dinner. Would you like to join?" Cú Chulainn fawned shalessly. "That friend's cooking is amazing—on par with the Grand Housekeeper Naless."
"Oh? Then I suppose I'll take a look."
Scathach had initially been indifferent.
But hearing Naless ntioned changed her mind.
With that, she casually waved her hand.
Hum—
The Primordial Rune activated, severing the peeping eyes of that wretched nightmare.
A faint scream could be heard in the distance.
Just a small punishnt.
Try spying again, and I'll gouge your eyes out—believe it?
As Cú Chulainn reached for his phone to call ahead, he reconsidered and decided to give his friend a little surprise.
After all, the guy was just an ordinary high schooler—no way he'd see through the old hag's disguise.
He eagerly led the way. "Master, please follow ."
"Very well. Lead on—just treat as your sister."
Scathach followed gracefully, carrying herself like a refined young lady out for a stroll.
Cú Chulainn barely suppressed the urge to scoff—
Old hag, why the act?
You're over two thousand two hundred years old, yet you're still pretending to be a seventeen-year-old beauty.
Heh… tui!
When it cos to shalessness, even I, the Big Dog, bow in defeat!
Ding-dong—
The doorbell rang.
Souma walked over to answer it. "Since you're here, you might as well bring… a person?"
He instinctively reached out to take sothing, only to find the visitor empty-handed—with a generously endowed girl in a sailor uniform standing beside him.
"Ahem, this is… my sister," Cú Chulainn forced out the words with great difficulty.
He had thought he was shaless, but compared to his master, he paled in comparison.
An ageless, undying old hag, yet she insisted on posing as his sister.
Unbelievable!
Souma's eyes locked onto the tall girl before him, and alarm bells blared in his mind.
Damn it, I just gave you advice, and you sold out in the blink of an eye!
So you're the one who brought the Queen here?!
Fortunately, Illya and Miyu had already gone ho earlier, otherwise the truth would have been exposed instantly.
Souma pretended to greet them sincerely: "Welco, welco. Your sister looks truly gentle and lovely."
"...Y-yes!"
Cú Chulainn felt as uncomfortable as if ants were crawling all over his body.
For him, the mighty Child of Light, to keep telling such blatant lies was truly torturous.
This old woman was just too gentle.
So gentle she almost stabbed him to death with her spear!
Scáthach didn't say much, calmly walking into the living room.
It was a warm and ordinary household.
Apart from the host, there was also a clever and adorable little girl.
This made her feel slightly disappointed.
She decided to sit for a while casually, then find an excuse to leave.
As Souma went to the kitchen to serve the dishes,
Cú Chulainn suddenly approached and whispered, "So, what do you think of my... this sister?"
"Uh, very gentle and lovely," Souma replied.
"Since you think so, why not consider her?"
Cú Chulainn generously patted his shoulder. "My sister has countless suitors! You're getting lucky here, kid!"
If the old woman wanted to pretend to be an ordinary beauty, he might as well ss with her a little.
As for Souma's safety?
No need to worry at all.
After all, he, the mighty Child of Light, was here to protect him. At worst, he could just—
kneel and beg his teacher for rcy!
"...Ahem, I'm busy with studies right now, not considering romance," Souma coughed lightly.
This damn dog was really trying to screw him over.
He could swear that the only reason Cú Chulainn was still alive was because of his earlier advice.
And now, this ungrateful mutt was repaying kindness with betrayal.
Who would dare marry a two-thousand-year-old monster who crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood?
Thanks a fucking lot!
Next ti, I'll just watch you die!
"Alright then, don't say I never offered," Cú Chulainn clicked his tongue, genuinely disappointed.
He really wanted to see if that purple-haired old woman could keep her composure if this ordinary high schooler confessed to her.
Then again...
maybe she was into that?
During dinner.
Scáthach, who initially didn't care at all, took one bite and imdiately brightened up—
Delicious!
This young man's cooking skills actually surpassed those of many professional chefs.
It gave her a miraculous feeling of skill approaching the realm of the divine.
As if he could manifest a Saint Graph through cooking alone and beco a Caster-class Servant!
Interesting, he really was unusual!
But she didn't comnt much, quietly enjoying the al while occasionally offering so praise.
The dinner concluded with both host and guests satisfied.
Souma's tense heart could finally relax a little.
With the exposure of the "Temple of Ti: Solomon," his days of normalcy were clearly numbered.
If the Queen of the Land of Shadows got involved too, then it was truly ga over.
After dinner,
Cú Chulainn had already bolted without hesitation,
as if being chased by a tiger.
Souma pretended to be calm: "That guy was acting strange today."
Damn treacherous mutt, soday I'll turn you into hotpot!
"That dog was indeed acting strange today."
Scáthach turned to look at him with a smile, "Would you like to help you catch that 'Heartless' for you?"
PS: This ga is truly difficult, dying dozens of tis just for one boss... Each death ans another chapter, guess the cat will never want to play Souls-like gas in this lifeti!
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