History Plan

"So you're even aware of that," Yae Miko glared coldly at Allen. "How did you find out?"

"About you being the Archon? About the Shogun being a puppet? Or perhaps… about your true name?" Allen grinned, watching Yae's eyes narrow.

"Everything," she replied firmly. "And I can't let anyone else learn the truth—so I'll make sure it's impossible."

"And why would I care?" Allen lifted his hands casually over his head, completely calm. "What's in it for me?"

"I'll tell you where the Electro Gnosis is."Allen's eyes flickered for a moment—subtle, but enough for Yae to catch it.

"Interested, aren't you?"

"I suppose," Allen replied with a smirk. "Though something tells me you already have it on you… Still, very well. I'll humor you—with some of my knowledge."

"Let's start with the Shogun's true identity," he continued, his tone playful, but sharp. "I have quite a bit of insight into the Archon War. Very close insight, in fact…"

He remembered the visions granted to him in the Golden Apple Archipelago—that time as Venti and seeing the final battle between Barbatos and Decarabian.

"That war was a massacre—a desperate struggle between gods to absorb the faith of the people. They killed each other to rise above, to gain divine recognition and secure a lower throne, transforming that faith into a Gnosis."

"To create a Gnosis, one needed overwhelming faith—enough to crown them the representative of a region. Some minor gods survived by hiding, but for powerful ones… only one could survive and win."

Allen's eyes narrowed slightly. "Thanks to Enkanomiya's records, I learned about Makoto and Ei—or Baal and Beel. Twin sisters, rulers of Inazuma, and by all records, the Archons with the highest accumulated faith."

"They stood above all other gods. No rivals. But from the writings, it was obvious—both sisters were incredibly powerful. So if they both absorbed divine faith… how did both become the Archon?"

"It's simple once you connect the dots," Allen said with a grin. "They didn't both win. One of them died."

Yae's glare deepened.

"So, was it murder by another god? Or did the sisters fight one another for supremacy?" Allen leaned in mockingly. "No. It was a sacrifice. Ei gave up everything. She died, she killed herself—so that Makoto could ascend."

"You are lying," Yae snapped. "It's impossible that there are records of that."

"Of course not, Gregory," Allen chuckled. "And you're right. That part is my own deduction, that seeing your reaction, I think it has increased its probability" Allen grinned at her. "But what drove me to it—now that was real."

"Let's talk about what Makoto did once she became an Archon. Gnosis—the divine anchor of a region—grants near-limitless elemental power. It allowed Morax to create Mora itself, Buer's Akasha, Focalors's Wall of Truth... And Makoto? She used it to bring her sister back."

"She recreated Ei. Crafted a body in her image, infused with divine essence and a wisp of Ei's soul. A resurrection made possible through the Electro Gnosis."

"The result was near-perfect. But Ei, no longer a victor, no longer held the qualifications of Archon. And strangely, I don't know why she became Makoto's shadow. And she stayed hidden, the two Archon's becoming one for everyone."

"She never wanted to rule," Yae said softly, the bitterness in her voice subdued. "She always believed Makoto—wiser, kinder—was the one who should guide Inazuma. Two rulers would only bring instability. So she chose to disappear."

"Thank you, Gregory," Allen said, smiling. "I figured as much when I saw Ei's designs. The craftsmanship was brilliant. A puppet with divine properties, forged by a genius mind—and later used by Ei herself to create a second puppet, without needing the Gnosis as there was no need to recover anything and could be created from zero.

"That's how I knew the current Shogun is a kind of a puppet."

"But the problem is... if Makoto died in the war at Khaenri'ah five hundred years ago… and Ei, having lost her divinity, could no longer serve as Archon… who holds the title now?"

"Any lower god could have risen," Allen continued, ignoring Yae's piercing stare. "But Makoto knew she would die. She foresaw it. Refusing to fight would have doomed Inazuma—and Ei. So she went, knowing full well it would mean her end."

"But Ei's survival mattered more. For family. And so, Makoto would have passed the Gnosis to someone she trusted. Someone close. Someone who has lived all this time. Someone powerful enough to preserve what remained of her sister."

"There's only one person like that. The only one closer to both sisters and has lived until today." Allen's eyes locked with Yae's. "You. Yae Miko."

"So in the end," Yae said slowly, "your theories come mostly from fragmented data in Enkanomiya and superstitions. Still… sharp conclusions."

"I wasn't the Archon after Makoto," she added, her tone somber. "It was meant to be Saiguu. That was Makoto's wish. But Saiguu… sacrificed herself for me."

"I was left alone."

Allen remained silent.

"But Allen," Yae continued, her voice now cautious. "How do you know my true name?"

"I spoke to Makoto. At the Sacred Sakura Tree," Allen said plainly.

Both Yae and Ei—still weak after their battle—visibly froze.

"She told me," Allen added, "and said it would catch your attention."

They stared at him, as if seeking the lie in his words. But Allen had already turned his gaze away.

"It was a one-time event. A very specific encounter," he said, offering no more.

"I see…" Yae whispered, lowering her gaze. "Then I suppose a sweep of Enkanomiya is necessary—to ensure no one else uncovers what you did."

She looked back up.

"Allen," she said seriously. "Now that you know all this—what did you plan by participating in this war?"

Allen stepped forward slightly, eyes sharp.

"With everything I've learned, it became clear that the Shogun's power was tied directly to the Gnosis. The more faith the people placed in her, the stronger she became. Even if they thought she was the Archon, their belief flowed to you—and to the Gnosis."

"That's why it was crucial to turn that faith against her. This war… was perfect for that. All the clans, all the resistance—striking against her, fracturing the trust of the people."

"I never planned to win with raw strength. I wasn't ready to fight her head-on. I was preparing to burn everything, even if it meant my death. But…" Allen glanced sideways.

"Kazuha changed everything. When he stopped her strongest technique—Musou no Hitotachi—that broke her image of invincibility. The faith of her allies wavered."

"She was weaker. And that gave me the opening."

"The battle was a little… underwhelming after that."

"I understand your fight with Ei," Yae said. "But what was your plan for after?"

Allen smiled.

"I expect you to give me the Gnosis."

Yae's eyes narrowed to slits.

"Of course, I didn't expect you to hand it over. Not when it's what keeps Ei alive," Allen said, his hand now resting lightly on the hilt of his sheathed blade. "That's why…"

"I'll take it by force."

Yae's laugh rang out—high and sharp.

"That's your great plan? You started a war, unraveled ancient secrets, and you think you can simply fight me now?"

She stepped forward, and the air cracked with electricity.

"You might've beaten Ei—but I know your truth. You're strong against swordsmen. But someone like me…?"

Lightning surged from her tails, her gaze unblinking.

"You're not ready."

She reached into her robes—and pulled out a small, bishop-shaped object, glowing with divine violet light.

"The Electro Gnosis," she declared.

The air vibrated—no, it sang—with power.

From the heavens, a single stroke of violet split the sky, the clouds folding inward like bowing courtiers. All light dimmed except for one searing hue: pure, unrelenting Electro.

BOOM!

The pillar of divine lightning struck the ground around Yae Miko, swallowing her in a column of celestial light. Thunder boomed across the battlefield, not as noise—but as decree. The very earth trembled in reverence.

"Divina Vulpes," she had said.

And the world obeyed.

The pillar erupted, bursting outward in a wave of blinding brilliance. When the storm faded—when vision returned—Yae Miko was no longer the woman of delicate beauty, clever tongue, and cunning grin.

She had become something ancient.

Something divine.

Before them stood a colossal fox goddess, easily fifty feet tall, radiant with a glow that danced between elegance and wrath. Her fur shimmered with shades of violet and silver, each strand crackling with stored lightning. Her usual five tails having turned nine magnificent tails swirled behind her like comet trails—each one a surge of godly might, their motion bending the air as if the atmosphere itself knelt in submission.

Her eyes—no longer those of a priestess—gleamed with pupils of lightning rings, endless and unblinking. They pierced through soul and lie alike.

Adorning her figure was an ornate, layered kimono-like battle garb, woven with divine silk threaded from stormclouds themselves. Amethyst and obsidian armor crowned her shoulders and wrists, glowing with sacred runes of Inazuman origin. Her sleeves fluttered not with wind—but with ambient thunder, her every movement leaving behind sparks that never faded.

From her back rose a crest of shining sigils—her constellation, alive and spiraling, etched across the heavens like a sacred seal.

A sacred fox diadem circled her forehead, pulsing with the full power of the Electro Gnosis, which now floated just above her heart like a second sun—calm, controlled, unrelenting.

She was now Gremory, the True Electro Archon in full strength!