Yuriko_Shirayuki

When the shone of prophecy spoke the future to Apollo, the world went upside down due to Athena's rage and destruction. Demons from the deepest part of tartarus were created, it plunged Armenia bringing death and malice to this world. The Holy Grail which had been sealed was awakened, a trumpet of chaos that sang of cruelty and destruction made Athena's soul yearn for that power. To stop her evil deeds, the gods and goddesses sealed her away—back to Tartarus, and they founded a school that teaches students how to fight and control their magic, where Aisha had been born. 



Valarie was a puppet—or so how she thought. That girl was neither a puppet nor a human, she was a mortal whose blood runs from the blessing of a God—she was a demigod as well as an Aisha. She was given a chance to live, where a new life awaits her—is a distance wish. Maximilian is the core president of the Elite Circle, a council of elite students who would rule over them. Who was cursed to live his entire life as an immortal being. 



The curse of time awaits the destruction of Armenia. It was closer than it can ever be. However, when these two fates collide with each other, a shone of fire ignites the path of hope, and brings to life what was a cold and bloodless fate set upon their destiny.

P.S
I'd like to credit the artist who made my cover. Thank you very much, Urakumu Aero.

Tale of the Holy Grail

It's already been a few days since Lyrica last saw the Human Realm, now she doesn't seem to have any lingering feeling in a place she once abandoned. That's what she thought, a mechanical robot can't feel like any humans nor mortal does, they lack such genuine feelings but that doesn't mean they are born heartless.


They are souls in a human body, and got transferred as a mechanical AI robot, their physical body is made of metal, and they have a heart made from a God's prowess. 


In truth, everyone thinks the same. The feeling of losing their humanity was vivid, they were given a chance not to repent but to live the life of being a puppet.


No matter how much a puppet acts as a human, they can never be a human—again. 


Lyrica looks at the bright and brilliant sky above her, it's almost nightfall after all so the temperature dropped lower than earlier. 


Chapter Thirty-One: Dark Night