Chapter 364: [364] Souma, Who Became Jack the Ripper’s Mother, and the Heartwarming Father-Daughter Bond Between Mordred and King Arthur [1]
King Solomon actually had ten "secret" lovers?
This hidden truth, personally revealed by King Solomon’s father, left everyone present utterly shocked.
Even the audience was taken aback.
What could the so-called omniscient and omnipotent King of Mages, who possessed godlike power, have possibly gone through to fall so far as to become the Demon King bent on destroying human history?
Mash was stunned: "Saying that only makes his image even worse!"
"Damn it, just how terrible is King Solomon’s reputation?" Romani Archaman nearly lost his temper as well.
Nameless watched with great interest: "Ten secret lovers, you say? So, the famous Queen of Sheba was one of them?"
In myth and history.
The Queen of Sheba was a renowned peerless beauty, and also extremely greedy for wealth.
Yet after meeting Solomon, she was so impressed by his omniscient wisdom that she presented him with a vast fortune.
King David suddenly lowered his voice and spoke in an extremely mysterious tone: "Let me tell you a little secret—back then, it was I who provided the secret passage that allowed the Queen of Sheba to sneak into Solomon’s chambers at night!"
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Romani Archaman instantly stared at him in shock.
Utterly unable to believe his eyes.
Nameless also grew even more amazed: "Ah, so that’s how it was! Turns out you were the one helping out!"
An omniscient and omnipotent King of Mages, godlike in power—how could he possibly just casually fall for women?
So it was all thanks to this meddling father!
No fortress is impregnable when breached from within!
Tsk, same world, same dad.
It reminded him of his own days being relentlessly pressured by his father to get married.
Every New Year’s return to his hometown was a torment to the soul.
It was practically: "Get married today, have a child tomorrow!"
The audience, stuffed full of juicy gossip, grew equally excited—
[Damn, could it really be that all ten secret lovers betrayed him, causing King Solomon to snap?]
[King Solomon: Tired, done with love, let the world burn!]
[Ugh, why don’t I have a dad like that? Maybe then I wouldn’t still be single after thirty years!]
[Don’t even think about it. Even if you had such a dad, do you have King Solomon’s wisdom and wealth?]
[Nameless, ask more! Dig up all of King Solomon’s embarrassing childhood secrets, like when he wet the bed!]
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Back in the real Chaldea.
Gilgamesh smirked and feigned surprise: "So, Romani Archaman is actually a ’devoted’ fan of the ’great’ King Solomon!"
King David has been relentlessly exposing Solomon—well done!
Keep this up, and your son will be plotting murder.
Guaranteed to follow Mordred’s example, pulling out a father-stabbing sword or a signal axe, ready to chop you down!
"Just how much does Dr. Roman admire and worship Solomon, to keep defending him so fervently?" Qin Shi Huang feigned equal astonishment.
He and the King of Heroes had come precisely to enjoy the spectacle.
What could be more entertaining than ruthlessly exposing someone’s embarrassing past?
"..."
Dr. Roman sank into self-imposed isolation.
That father who loved tormenting his son—was he truly determined to strip him bare without mercy?
From childhood, he’d received little care, never knowing a father’s dependable presence.
Then in the prime of youth, the entire kingdom was thrust upon him while his father ran off to laze about.
He’d truly had enough!
Gilgamesh’s laughter grew even more uproarious: "Hahaha, could it be King Solomon was betrayed by ten lovers, driving him to destroy human history in fury?"
"Hahaha, that might actually be possible!" Qin Shi Huang couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
Their booming laughter echoed through the chamber.
Sandwiched between them, Dr. Roman looked increasingly like a man who’d lost the will to live.
He was clearly being treated as a joke, mercilessly mocked and teased.
Watching from the adjacent room, Mash and Da Vinci wore complicated expressions.
The petite shield-bearing girl especially ached for the doctor.
Her most revered King of Mages was having so many embarrassing secrets exposed—how pitiful.
Da Vinci, however, shot a disdainful glance toward the room, offering no comment.
This suffering was entirely self-inflicted.
After laughing until his stomach hurt, Gilgamesh asked with genuine curiosity: "So how exactly did the Queen of Sheba conquer the ’great’ King Solomon?"
"Could it be King Solomon was some kind of masochist?" Qin Shi Huang inquired with equal interest.
"..."
Dr. Roman glared at the two, fighting the overwhelming urge to strangle them.
The problem was, currently he only knew one magecraft spell—he couldn’t defeat either of them.
Have you no decency?!
As Dr. Roman endured his father King David’s exposé, memories of those events resurfaced.
No wonder that dark-skinned queen could infiltrate his palace undetected—his father had used the [Ark of the Covenant] to conceal her presence.
He recalled the scene vividly.
The dark-skinned queen entered his court with melancholic grace: "Oh peerlessly wise King Solomon, why must solitary souls like ours remain unpaired in this world?"
"Your Majesty, I have already pledged myself to the world, to deliver all living beings. So that wars may cease, and no lonely souls remain." Thus he replied.
As one chosen by [God], bestowed with ten rings.
From the beginning, he was omniscient and omnipotent, devoting everything to his kingdom.
There had never been room for romantic entanglements.
The Queen of Sheba’s expression grew even more plaintive: "If Brother Solomon possesses such noble ideals, then before you stands one of those suffering souls needing salvation!"
She had long been conquered by his wisdom and wealth, yearning only to accompany him and thoroughly drain him dry.
Yet why did this man remain as unresponsive as wood?
"Your Majesty, I must ask you to depart now." He remained unmoved.
"As a queen, I have enjoyed wealth and splendor. Yet I have never tasted the joys of the human world. Today, seeing my brother is truly a divine blessing."
The queen grasped his hand, her fiery black skin boldly exposed. "With you as king and me as queen, we can share our lives together. Isn’t that wonderful?"
"I’m sorry, but the four elements are void; I have long severed all human desires." He wanted to refuse as he always did, yet his heart inexplicably raced.
The queen cupped his face in her hands and said, "You speak of emptiness, yet your eyes are tightly shut. If you were to open your eyes and look at me, I refuse to believe they are truly empty!"
Before this black-skinned queen, even Solomon, strong as an omniscient deity, would fall to the ground in that moment.
Then.
The next day, Queen of Sheba departed, continuing her pursuit of endless wealth.
A farewell that would last a lifetime, never to meet again!
Doctor Roman gazed intently at the video, his thoughts drifting back to the divine era thousands of years ago.
Qin Shi Huang and the King of Heroes exchanged glances, suddenly more intrigued.
This was clearly a matter with deeper implications.
The two top-tier heroic spirits ignited with gossiping flames.
What could be more entertaining than watching a show?
The video continued.
After King David frantically exposed his son’s dark history, the third singularity came to a close.
Chaldea opened the fourth singularity—
"City of the Dead: London, the Knights of Lentiniën"
This singularity took place in 19th century London during the Industrial Revolution.
Doctor Roman earnestly explained, "The Industrial Revolution erupted, marking a tremendous leap in human history, laying the foundation for a brilliant future."
"According to the hints, 19th century London, as a singularity, will be completely destroyed. Therefore, to reclaim humanity’s future, you must find the Holy Grail!"
The transfer of spiritual particles began.
Nameless and Mashu arrived in 19th century London.
As they looked around, the entire metropolis was shrouded in thick fog, enveloping everything in a haze.
What was even more terrifying was that this fog was not the pollution caused by the Industrial Revolution, but a magical mist harmful to heroic spirits!
The audience began to murmur—
"Wow, the Fog City, truly lives up to its name!"
"Where are your environmentalists from the West? Hurry up and see what you’ve done!"
"Environmental girl: How dare you!"
"Slander, all slander! Our Great Britain could never pollute the environment; it’s all your fault for eating too much meat in Dragon Country!"
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As the audience engaged in chaos.
Doctor Roman couldn’t help but exclaim, "This thick fog is something I’ve never seen before... Ah, save me, [Magical☆Merry]!"
"Calm down, Doctor. Even if you consult a virtual idol, it won’t help!" Mashu looked at him with exasperation.
At that moment.
Nameless suddenly lunged forward, pushing her aside. "Watch out, Mashu! There’s an enemy!"
Behind them, a petite figure had silently rushed over, attempting to backstab her!
The figure had chin-length silver hair and piercing blue eyes filled with murderous intent.
Like a ghost walking through the fog, every movement was soundless.
Mashu raised her shield, frowning at the figure. "To be able to move in this fog proves you are not a servant, but someone living in this era—are you Jack the Ripper?"
This terrifying fog was harmful to all servants.
As a semi-servant, she could easily be immune.
And as a human, her predecessor could also ignore it.
This meant the opponent was clearly not a servant.
Armed with such weapons and attempting to sneak attack in London, it was evident she was connected to that infamous murderer.
The problem was,
Jack the Ripper was a terrifying monster.
But why was the person before her a cute girl?
"It’s her, it’s definitely her!"
Nameless replied with certainty.
Jack the Ripper, in late 19th century London, had killed many women and dismembered them cruelly.
She had challenged the entire London police, truly a terrifying murderer.
"Do you know us?"
Jack the Ripper’s small face broke into a cheerful smile. "I’m so happy! Then, you know what we will do to you, right? So happy!"
Clearly alone, yet she kept saying "we."
As if countless companions stood beside her, sending chills down one’s spine.
Just as Nameless and the others were on high alert, she suddenly vanished.
Even more bizarre was that after her disappearance, Mashu and Doctor Roman completely lost all memories related to her!
Only Nameless, as the master, remained unaffected.
He stared curiously in the direction she had vanished.
At that moment.
Another figure appeared, clad in bright red armor—Mordred.
She boldly introduced herself: "I am Mordred, a knight of the Round Table here to save the beloved city of Britain from peril! With me here, you can all relax!"
The scientist beside her looked helpless.
It was their first meeting, yet she spilled everything about herself.
Were you afraid no one would recognize you?
If this were during the Holy Grail War, such a direct self-introduction would surely get you killed first!
But that was not all.
Scientist Henry Jekyll warmly invited the Chaldea team to rest in his room.
He offered various foods, sofas, and beds.
The strange magical fog would not invade indoors.
Making the interior a safe zone for normal rest.
The scene shifted.
After a day of investigation, everyone began to take a brief rest.
A petite figure quietly slipped into the room.
It was Jack the Ripper!
She stood by Nameless’s bed, raising two daggers, seemingly contemplating how to cut more effectively.
With an adorably cute face, she sent shivers down the spine of all viewers.
Because.
This darkened little girl truly dared to kill!
Jack tilted her head slightly. "Why do you want to be with him so much? Hmm, should I cut him open to see?"
The daggers in her hands gleamed coldly, filled with chilling murderous intent.
Just as all the viewers were worried.
Jack did not actually proceed to dissect him.
Instead, she hesitated for a moment and lay down in his embrace!
Yes.
This infamous murderer curled up like an ordinary little girl in the arms of the side-lying Nameless.
"Mom... Mom?"
Jack softly spoke.
Cuddling into his embrace as if trying to merge her entire body with his.
A sweet smile appeared on her small face as she drifted into a sweet dream.
At that moment.
Nameless suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze incredibly clear.
He had never truly slept; he had been waiting for her!
He gently wrapped his arms around her, as if holding a cute baby.
Not a terrifying murderer!
The audience was momentarily stunned—
"Wow, as expected of you! This is truly audacious! Aren’t you afraid of being ripped open?"
"Hahaha, Nameless is amazing; he clearly wants to charm little Jack!"
"666! Even the murderous Jack the Ripper can’t resist Nameless’s charm, calling him ’Mom’!"
"No male mom, no male mom!"
"Just male mom! Just male mom! Isn’t it great for Nameless to be a mom?"
Under the astonished and anxious gaze of all the viewers.
Nameless lay there with Jack the Ripper, peacefully coexisting until the next morning.
Until Mordred woke up, looking shocked at the two of them. "What the hell, how did this guy get here?"
Earlier, Mashu had already told her about the situation, warning her to be cautious of this terrifying ghost-like enemy.
As her voice rang out, little Jack opened her eyes.
Then.
This killer, like a ghost, suddenly jumped from Nameless’s embrace, coldly staring at Mordred.
Jack coldly said, "This is our mom; we can’t give her to you!"
"What???"
Mordred and Mashu were both stunned, unable to believe their ears.
The two examined Nameless closely, top to bottom, as if they were looking at an alien.
What on earth happened last night?
How did Nameless, a grown man, end up being called ’Mom’ by a murderer?
Nameless reached out to gently stroke Jack’s little head, as tenderly as one would pet a cat. "Don’t worry, she goes by the name Jack the Ripper, but in truth, she is also a victim of Jack’s subordinates."
"To be precise, she is a collective of countless children killed in London."
Yes, this was Jack’s true origin.
Little Jack’s "we" refers to the countless children who were never even allowed to be born.
As a child unloved by anyone, she yearns desperately for love.
A yearning that twists her!
Mordred looked at the other person with a strange expression: "Uh, so you just became her mom like that?"
Though she didn’t know this Chaldea Master in front of her, she felt a strange sense of agitation.
Some instinct seemed to remind her that this person was very special.
But what exactly is special about them?
Could it really be related to me?
Mordred gazed at Little Jack, hostility involuntarily surfacing in her eyes, along with—
Jealousy?
Yes, she didn’t even know why she felt jealous of Little Jack being patted on the head by the Master, vaguely wanting to take that place!
Under her irritated gaze.
Little Jack suddenly lifted Nameless’s shirt and burrowed her little head inside.
Her cheeks rubbed against his belly, like a spoiled little kitten.
Mash asked with great concern, "Senpai?"
This guy is ultimately a murderous maniac, how could he be so relaxed?
"It’s fine, she has no intent to kill me; instead, she really sees me as her mom."
Nameless looked at Little Jack, who was bumping around and accidentally rubbing against something.
He coughed lightly: "Ahem, her rubbing my belly is actually her way of wanting to burrow back inside, to return to her mother’s womb."
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