001: Laure, Quick Elbow, Okay?
47 AD, the Roman Empire.
Province of Anatolia, Diocese of Antioch, at the Eurasian border.
"Novia, I do not agree with this matter."
The torches in the church cast a faint glow. There were no heating tools inside, and the cold turned the space into one of even more solemn dignity.
Bishop Paul looked steadily at the boy before him, his gaze seeming to expose all darkness and sin.
"Why do you want to go to Rome to preach? You're only fourteen, still wet behind the ears. Staying here would make you perfectly happy."
Though not an accusation, this was indeed a reproach—a question long overdue yet entirely expected.
"I just want to spread the glory of God for my teacher, Jesus the Son, whom I have never met."
The fourteen-year-old boy's handsome features were beginning to show, his blue eyes as clear as the sea.
"And besides, Rome is so far from here. Paul, your legs aren't what they used to be. So now is the time for me to contribute. Restoring the glory of the Holy Son is our duty!"
The silver-haired boy raised a hand righteously, looking as if he were speaking no falsehood, as if embracing a lofty sense of mission.
"You talk quite the talk, even using our teacher to pressure me." An invisible sense of heaviness instantly filled the entire church. The bishop's voice bound the boy. "But as long as I am here, you little brat better not think about running off."
Then, leaving the 'intimidated' Novia behind, Paul alone opened the door and walked out of the church.
"Little brat, pretending, are you? Last year you absolutely refused to go to Jerusalem with me." Paul sat alone on one end of the steps, muttering. "Forget it. If he really feels that way, in a couple of days I'll take him to Damascus to try it out. Going that far for the first time, and alone—how could I possibly rest easy—"
"Paul?"
A sudden voice made Paul look up. Before him was the apostle John, who had just returned from Tarsus.
"So late, what are you doing here?"
"It's because of that brat Novia. He actually wants to go to Rome alone to preach—it's like he doesn't value his life. But fortunately, he listens. I talked him out of it. Now I'm making him reflect inside properly. I'll take him to Damascus another day."
Paul, like a fish returned to water, clapped his hands once.
"Inside?" John glanced at the church and sighed. "Novia should already be on the Bosporus Strait of Second Rome by now. I saw him at noon. Looks like his skills have improved by leaps and bounds—even you were fooled."
"...That little brat runs fast indeed. And with all that talk to me—really, he's grown up."
Paul did not fly into a rage. He only heaved a heavy sigh, as if pondering something, all myriad thoughts scattering like dust.
Soon, toward the starry night sky descending, he waved not in reaching out, but in farewell, to all that had long since thinned.
"After all, I'm getting old."
...
At the same moment, the Bosporus Strait. As the date line was crossed, the night grew ever more silent.
Countless torches, brighter than starlight, illuminated what later generations would call Constantinople, the Second Rome, and the dark sea filled with countless fishermen still hard at work even now.
"By this time, John should have met Paul. I hope he won't be too angry."
Sitting on the fishing boat, Novia relaxed and took a deep breath. He gazed at the starry sky as if looking at Paul, from whom he had just parted, a look of apology on his earnest face.
After all, when Novia came to this world, if Paul hadn't kindly taken him in, he would have died who knows where long ago.
Therefore, to avoid Paul and others being beheaded in 67 AD, and to fulfill his own purpose for crossing over, fourteen-year-old Novia resolutely decided—
Three hundred years early, within the Roman Empire, to completely replace Roman polytheism with Christianity!
No choice—though not religious himself, in this time period, clinging to the Pigeon's leg was still the best option!
If possible, he could also integrate various local sects in advance, hold a "Great Council," and jointly establish the Holy Church ahead of time!
Then, even though he wasn't in the Age of Gods, based on such achievements and the various rumors that might arise, he would naturally have some self-preservation strength in the possible Human Order crisis.
Actually, Novia was a transmigrator, not belonging to this world or this era. And to be precise, ancient Rome was not the first place he had crossed to.
What he had truly crossed into was a certain world of the "TYPE-MOON" Multverse. And one day, while traveling across battlefields as a mercenary mage, just as he was about to fall asleep, he remembered everything from his previous life and suddenly understood just how dangerous his current environment was.
Why am I not a common Second Generation disciple? It's not easy to lie flat either!
Who knows if one day some Gudako will come saying this is actually a Lostbelt that has to be Pruned.
But then Novia belatedly thought it might not be such a big problem, because in his memory there was a landlady, Fiore, who pretended to be ordinary. If his past life memories hadn't suddenly recovered, he would never have guessed that this landlady of his was also a mage—no wonder every time he returned to Romania, she never doubted him, only gave reminders.
And from Fiore pretending to be ordinary, he guessed she probably let her younger brother become the family head. So this world wasn't the Fate/Apocrypha world; it should be the Lord El-Melloi II Case Files world—still relatively friendly, survivable.
As long as it's not the Fate/Grand Order timeline, then fine. Otherwise, with those great beings sneezing casually, people like us would turn to dust...
I'm not Gudako, the chosen one. Is it still too late to run to Japan to become a subordinate?
No, there would also be an extra year gap because of the Human Order Incineration, followed by the Lostbelts... truly fraught with disasters.
Forget it. My commission is finished anyway. I'll immediately return to my hometown in Romania in this life and live an ordinary life honestly!
What magecraft? Only ghosts would keep messing with that!
Just as Novia sighed in relief, his partner Sigma's words made him gasp in shock again.
What? Sigma? So it's the Fate/strange fake world? Not a big problem, I'm not going to America to fight for a Grail—
"I've already agreed with François to participate in the Holy Grail War. What about you? Are you going to agree to be Goredolf Musik's guard?"
Fat Director? Could it be that I'm actually a cannon fodder character slaughtered by the Russian Lostbelt's Killing Edges...?
While lamenting, Novia immediately searched whether Chaldea existed. What followed was internal screaming.jpg.
Because it had already been established in Antarctica. But no rush yet, because as long as Lev doesn't go to Chaldea to witness the experiment and then break down—
Looking at the cheerful smile of the green-hatted man on the cover of Chaldea's website promotional image, Novia's last sliver of hope shattered.
Laure, promise me, for the world's sake, quick elbow (meaning quickly kill yourself), okay?
Putting all the information together, Novia concluded that this TYPE-MOON world was most likely a mixed one: Second Generation's Case Files, Chaldea's FGO, Sigma's strange fake, and earlier heard incidents in France, i.e., Tsukihime... Mixing worldlines so haphazardly—did they ask Kinoko Nasu?
Would going to Japan right now to find Gudako's parents to become their adopted son and following Gudako around still be salvageable?
Would I just die immediately upon entering Chaledea, killed by that yandere Gudako-stalker Chaledeas? Please, not that...
But fortunately, as a crosser who had just awoken from a great dream, though previously a poor bum who couldn't even get into the Clock Tower, now things were different!
I am now a man holding a golden finger!
Novia's golden finger's function was simple: it allowed him to cross into past history, perform deeds like those sung of heroes, and thus gain power.
Novia thought, following fine tradition, since the golden finger has come, let's start directly!
But why are all the crossings into certain-death situations?!
Including but not limited to—
"By the sovereign's order, please reside peacefully in the Palace, Father!"
"The prisoner refuses to confess—what method should be used?"
"General, we have pursued him to the Wooden Gate."
"My father and I are loyal to the state—why is Your Majesty rebelling?"
"Crown Prince! We have reached the Xuanwu Gate!"
"Your Excellency, we have arrived at Tumu Fortress!"
"You cannot bring weapons inside. Even you, Admiral, are no exception. This is the Marshal's order. I'm very sorry."
Seriously, I could bear the others, but where is this from history?
Besides subjective certain-death situations, there were objective ones too. For example, while serving as a gate guard, seeing a beautiful girl rush in in panic, shouting, "My lord! Lord Hōjō Ujinao has rebelled!"
This made Novia faint with anger. They can do this too? Why not "Report, Marshal, we have arrived at Huanggutun"?
While exploring, Novia discovered that apparently only with this golden finger, only starting from zero was there a possibility of not being a death trap.
Thus, after a week of torment, he directly chose the Roman Empire. The starting point was the high-altitude toilet... ahem, no, wilderness.
No choice. The crossing locations didn't include Age of Gods Greece, Scandinavia, Japan, etc.
After all, his father is a proper cosmic evil god; Earth's deities probably can't match.jpg
Luck was also quite good. Novia didn't expect to be adopted by Paul. Now the starting point was just one step away from literal heaven.
Paul wasn't one of the Twelve Apostles, but he is generally considered a important person in Christian history besides Jesus Christ.
Without his actions, whether Christianity could survive the Jewish suppression is a mystery.
As his foster son, inheriting everything from Paul after his beheading death seemed the safest, creating some legend of a great archangel...
But how could I just sit idly by? No matter what, without Paul, I would have died who knows where long ago!
The current Roman Emperor Claudius I unexpectedly became emperor only in middle age, so his family became the core of state administration. Plus, childhood polio left him with physical defects. It's not impossible for him to convert to Christianity ahead of Constantine the Great.
And there's TYPE-MOON's Nero, right? Just wait, you inherently evil Takeuchi-face brat. I'll personally teach you a good lesson about respecting teachers and the Way.
"Little brother, crossing here so late at night—is something the matter?"
Just as Novia was pondering how to smoothly reach Rome and meet Claudius I, a voice came from nearby.
The sea breeze, carrying a salty taste, blew slowly. The space around the fishing boat distorted like a mirage because under magecraft control, air density changed unevenly, becoming thicker and stickier.
The speaker was a fisherman with what looked like a cross-shaped scar on his face. He was paddling with a wooden oar about two meters long.
"That's what I should be asking you. All the other boats before refused to give me a ride; only you agreed."
Novia sat at the bow, looking up at the sky. Though slightly lit by moonlight, there wasn't a single star, looking quite empty.
"So, what do you want to do with me?"
Novia turned, straightening slightly and revealing a gentle smile incongruous with the atmosphere, while his blue eyes looked at the fisherman as if piercing his very essence.
"Lucius Longinus."
(og authers note) PS: The author is purely clueless, completely ignorant of Moon lore, mythology, history, etc. Mainly inspired by the highly praised works of the Type Moon writer Sakurai Hikaru and related series, hard-riding the IP to cash in, a spur-of-the-moment fan creation.
Note: I'm new to translating so please be kind and tell me any mistakes you all find, I will try to release a chapter a day but don't expect much
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