The most annoying thing about this world is dust. No matter how pristine something is, dust will always somehow gather.

  God Syers are no exception either. Cleaning them is one hell of a chore, especially Fallen Starlight.

  All the indents make it hard to clean the dust inside the Runes. Of course, I can just use Reverie to eat up all the dust.

  But compared to how annoying it is, the therapeutic effects calm my mind down. Me alone in my room, with a cloth in hand, cleaning a weapon meant to shoot down gods.

  Hm~ mhm~ hmm~

  I am thinking of making a new song since my celebration is coming up soon...

  "Tell me, my servants~Do you want to know a tale~Of a master~ of one sitting on the throne~!

  A princess cd in silver~One who burns the threads of fate!One who destroys the bridges of destiny!

  Tell me who is it~?Sing to me who am I~?Who~ am~ I~

  A princess! Cd in silver~One who shall burn eternity~!One who shall crave infinity~!

  I am Silver Royal!!I am the Master of Mankind~!She who Rule the World~!

  From my power~ might make right~Arbiter of Justice is who I am~!Judging the world~ One soul at a time!

  Let me count your sins!

  From my mind~ illusion to reality~Dreamer of Madness is my title~!Dreaming of the future~ a radiance drowned in madness~!

  This is my stage now!

  From my presence alone~ a light was lit abze~Light of Humanity is my duty~!Craving a path of light~ the Hope for a brighter day~!

  The w of salvation is set!

  That is just human nature~ A Compass Spinning~A Rose Blooming~! Now where should I go~?That is just my nature~!

  No matter if I am wrong~It is human nature~To learn and fix what went wrong~!

  Forgive me if I make a mistake~I am Silver Royal~!The Princess Cd in Glory~Who am I~ but a darling to all?

  This is my epic~My tale of Justice~!Where I bathe in my Delusion~How I carve out Hope~!

  For you~ and~ for me~!!

  By the Rite of Steel and Gunpowder~!I shall enact Judgment! For a Beautiful Future!Burn away the Madness~ For a Real Illusion!Set the Law of Victory~! For a Valorous Light!

  This is who I am!The Silver Royal Who Always Shine ~Burning bright in the sky!

  Now tell me your tale...O' servants of mine~"

  The lyrics definitely need some work, but this is good progress when it comes to singing.

  Oh, I have an audience. Mitsuki is cpping happily, admiring my song.

  "That was amazing, Charlotte!", she came and hugged me— infecting me with her good mood.

  "Stop it. I had enough hugs for the day.", I pushed her away, "I was thinking of a new song for the upcoming 500k milestone, it's not the final product."

  "Hm? Who hugged you?", she wondered, looking at me with curiosity.

  "My adopted mother, she came to visit me.", I sighed.

  "Oh! The Sentinel of the West Coast?", her eyes got glittery, "So cool!! What was she like!? Tell me, tell me!"

  "Hm, she's batshit insane.", I stated, knowingly painting Seria in a bad light, "I mean, who brings their child to Hell for a vacation?"

  I will not let that incident go.

  "Certainly not the worst! I had to fight against a horde of zombies once!!", she excimed, getting overly excited.

  "When did you fight zombies?", I tilt my head.

  Mitsuki widens her eyes, surprised at what I said, "You don't know?! It's a rge incident so rge everyone practically knows it!!"

  "When music bst in your ears day and night for years, news are easily jumbled in the mess of noises. Plus, I don't read the news.", I lied.

  "There was a zombie outbreak in Busan back in 2015, due to either a Gem Holder being overtook or somebody accidentally destroyed some sort of Relic. We still don't know the cause! Even then, it doesn't matter to me!", she ughed it off.

  "So you... killed people?"

  !!

  Her cheerful expression was gone, repced by the cold, dead eyes of a killer. She spoke without emotion, just a bnk stare, "Why does that matter? There isn't much humanity in a walking corpse."

  Then she returned to normal.

  "What were we talking about again?", she tilted her head, full of blissful ignorance.

  Okay... that was creepy.

  "We were talking about Busan zombie.", I reminded her.

  "Right!", she perked up, "My power is great against corpses!"

  The power to freeze things. But I feel like there is more to it than just that.

  "What's your Devil, again?", I asked.

  "Hm? I like to call it Reiki no Chikara (Cold Force), since that's much cooler than Motion Entropy!", she cheerfully ughed.

  Motion Entropy, huh. An interesting and very powerful ability... hmm... I would put it at Css 6, or 6.5, potentially even 7 considering her skills. Css 6 is the equivalent of a B-Rank Gem Holder, posing a threat to nations— or in Mitsuki's case, really fast at mass genocide.

  I've seen her ability before, the power to 'freeze' time. If she was just a bit more evil, she could've just switched from little bursts of power to an area-wide freezing cold that kills people off slowly as they freeze to death. Her Conceptual has the word 'Entropy' after all, the decay of everything.

  "You know, you are too nice for your own good.", I huffed with a smile.

  "What do you mean by that!?"

  "Hm~ I wonder.", I mused to myself.

  Putting down the cloth, I stood up and folded Fallen Starlight to its full length.

  "I'm done with cleaning this one.", I went and hung Fallen Starlight on its dispy shelf.

  "I was wondering, what is the drawback of using that God Syer?", she bops her head around, looking at Fallen Starlight.

  She tried to touch it, but I stopped her by grabbing her wrist, "You will hear the whispers of the ones who created the weapon, the anger and madness of them would overwhelm anyone who can't resist and become a raving lunatic."

  "Do you... hear those whispers too?", she frowned, backing away from the rifle.

  "Yes, but they got boring after a while so I just ignore them.", I stare at Fallen Starlight, stroking it.

  It's true that I can hear the whispers of desperation and rage, it's not too bad, to be honest. Maybe that's just me, being able to wield everything made by humanity.

  "God Syers are weapons made to kill gods, to wield one means you oppose the divine. Maybe because a god wronged them, maybe because of some other lofty reason.", I gnced at Mitsuki, being all quiet.

  I continued, "So, all God Syers, no matter how weak. Are all inherently evil, they are made for destruction with no exception."

  Because I am the Akasha, I am humanity itself. I know the secret of how to wield the weapons born from hatred. That secret being...

  "Only by embracing and understanding the hatred possessing the God Syers, can you wield them.", I gnce over at Ars Goetia.

  "So, do you want to know how to wield a God Syer?"

  I can see in her eyes, that manic psycho inside is tempted by my offer.

  In the end, she...

  "No.", she shook her head with a tired smile, "I am not trying to become stronger, I don't want power... I don't want to be responsible. I just want to be myself, not something greater... not someone she wants me to be."

  Wearing a wry smile, she spoke in a hushed tone, "I do appreciate your help, but I don't need it... I like doing things on my own, so I can keep myself weak..."

  I shrugged, "Your choice."

  Then I headed over to my computer, "I'll be streaming, so get out of the room."

  "Okay! See you in a few hours!", Mitsuki, back to her jovial nature, waved goodbye and walked out.

  Commanding the Justice Mist, I formed a hand, pressing the lock button. Now I have the room all to myself~

  Hm? My phone is beeping red.

  [WARNING: AN UNKNOWN ENTITY JUST DESCEND!]

  [ALL PERSONNEL HOLD YOUR POSITION!!]

  For fuck sake, can't I go one week without something weird happening?!

  =0=0=

  Jerusalem, Israel.

  A pilr of light beamed down from the sky, like an impenetrable wall— keeping the people outside safe. Some got on their knees and prayed.

  Though what descended was not God nor an Angel. But a giant mechanical humanoid closely resembles a Gundam, but more like a bck knight. Standing over 20 meters tall, its glowing purple visor was observing, scanning the area.

  Then the chest compartment, the cockpit, opened. And stepping out was—

  An automaton in the shape of a little girl, porcein white skin, metallic white hair in the form of a bob cut. She wore a red dress, also made out of metal. And her most prominent feature— the red glowing core in her chest, in the shape of a cross inside a red circle - closer to the Red Cross than the Christian Cross.

  Her crimson-red eyes scrutinized over everyone, staring them down with a mused smile. The air grows tense, as her aura is predatory in nature.

  "Greetings to you all, people of this beautiful and lush pnet.", she performed a curt bow, pcing her left hand covering her chest, "My intentions on this pnet are not one of impurity but of nostalgia and reminiscent."

  "Everyone, please stay back!", a man with long, jet-bck hair steps forward, wearing an officer cap, bearing the symbol of the Swastika in gold, "They are a danger to all of you!!"

  As if compelled by an unknown force, the people began to run away in an orderly fashion, leaving the strange military officer with the machines of unknown origin.

  "We meet again, O' free-spirited one.", the Automaton smiled, jumping down to the ground, "How long has it been, One entangled in all?"

  Her crimson eyes stare straight up at the... glowing golden eyes, hidden under the cap, of the man.

  "Who are you...", he asked, although he already knew the answer.

  The Automaton performed a spin, bowing deeply with a wide smile, "I am the Automaton who walks in the Grand Tale of Melosal, the Jury who judges everything under the light of The Lore Keeper, and in their darkness, I give out the Verdict of my Lord and Light."

  "As the reward for my outstanding performance, my Lord and Light had given me the chance to come here, in a trip of just 30 days right.", she tilted her head.

  "Our name goes down in the Annals of History as the Greatest Sinner, the one who sold the Son of God."

  There was a malevolent presence in her voice, not towards anyone, but at herself.

  "In the Grand Tale of the Universe, we bear the name Judas Iscariot—"

  A bnk, white mask folded in, covering her face.

  "And we are the Herald of The Pale Court."

  I hope you missed me, Paraclete.