Magician in Type-Moon

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A witch flying in the sky on a broomstick?

The witch from Kiki's Delivery Service?

What is this for me?

Kurami Ryuka only learned yesterday that such a strange thing as magic exists in this world.

We still can't connect the animated works from our childhood with reality.

But after seeing the buildings floating in the sky, he reluctantly accepted the reality that witches still existed in this world.

He struggled to open the familiar's eyes, trying to see clearly who that witch really was.

Okay, I saw it.

My heart sank.

She's the woman who danced with Matou Ike.

Is she still alive?

If she survives, it means...

Don't do this kind of thing!

Your teeth are so white!

Puff puff, splat pplat!

The eyeball familiar is nimbly moving through the ruins.

Bouncing, rolling, gliding!

Each jump made a sticky sound, as if it were picking up the surrounding dust and pebbles.

Just like Kirby in StarCraft, who jumps and plays in complex terrain, if you ignore his terrifying eyes, he actually looks quite cute.

So where is our destination?

Well, since you've asked so sincerely, I'll mercifully tell you!

To prevent the world from being destroyed, to protect the world...

Sorry, wrong channel!

The destination is precisely where Aozaki Touko started, and also the starting point where the light appeared.

He saw it with his right eye; Matou Pond was right there!

......

It hurts, it really hurts!

If Kiritsugu Emiya were here, seeing Matou Ike's state, he would definitely curse, "You reap what you sow!"

He usually has to think carefully before even turning on the camera at 2x or 3x speed.

You immediately used Square Accel—a time-controlled, 4x speed!

He even released himself twice within a certain period of time; if you don't want to live, you can just say so.

The worms that make up the body are constantly disintegrating.

As explained earlier, Reality Control is a magic technique where a small Reality Marble operates within the body.

Once the effects of eroding reality end, the reversed time will be repaired under the influence of the world's own restraining forces.

The restoration method was quite crude.

The world is correcting the altered time, and the destructive force of the decomposition and reconstruction brought about by the correction is acting on Matouike.

Matou Ike is still alive thanks entirely to his special body composed of countless insects.

Each insect bore the brunt of the damage caused by the reversal of time, sharing the burden of the suppressive force's destruction of his body.

You won't die, but the pain of your body collapsing is real.

Matouchi's dying consciousness scattered in all directions in a disorderly manner.

"Huh, what's that? An eyeball? Ah? Is this a hallucination before I die...? Ah ∑(?Д??)"

Chapter 272 Operation Decoy

"...Heave-ho, heave-ho... Hohoho, look what I found!"

Kurami Ryuka manipulated her eyeball familiar and leaped towards Matou Pond's location, as the recent explosion had caused a power outage in the area.

The building's elevators were also out of service, so the only way to reach the rooftop was by climbing the stairs step by step.

This is asking too much of an eyeball.

Kurami Ryuka was exhausted, but then again, shouldn't the one feeling tired be the Eyeball Familiar?

But none of that matters. What matters is that he finally found Matou Pond.

Is it the Golden Mahogany Pond or the Silver Mahogany Pond?

Neither. It is Matouchi, whose body is constantly disintegrating and gradually moving towards death.

"Hey, hey, I knew it! How could anyone escape the future I've determined? Hmph, the future I see is absolutely impossible to change."

Kurami Ryuka seemed to have forgotten that the flying house that appeared high in the sky was something beyond the future in his eyes.

"This is the law of the world; no one can defy my prediction," Kurami Ryuka shouted excitedly, tears welling in her eyes...

He had a thousand words he wanted to say to Matou Ike in front of him, but unfortunately this familiar with his eyeballs could not speak.

Therefore, he could only enjoy the joy of success alone in a simple, cheap rented room.

What does it mean to be alone? What does it mean to live in a cramped and cheap rental room?

This is clearly a happy thing, so why did you, you damn author, write it so tragically?!

Rewrite it!

Well, rewriting is impossible, and the author is just something that Kurami Ryukatsu imagined during her chuunibyou phase.

Looking at the immobilized Matou Ike in front of him, he recalled the arrogant figure standing under the meteor shower last night.

That arrogant person who wouldn't even glance at me...

Contrast!

The extreme contrast brought a thrill that ignited Kurami Ryukatsu's hormones.

There is an extreme pleasure in seeing an arrogant young lady who was unapproachable at school now obediently kneeling in front of you!

"Ah, sparashi, sparashi!" Kurami Ryuka was writhing like a maggot in the room.

The eyeball familiar was also jumping and rolling around Matou Ike's body at this moment.

"Let me see how long you have left to die, my greatest rival in this life! Oh, three minutes left? Then let me help you pass on during this time!"

Kurami Ryuka sat cross-legged on the ground again, her knees together, and her expression suddenly became extremely devout, as if she were performing a sacred ritual.

There was no mockery or hypocrisy whatsoever; yes, he was genuinely praying for Matou Pond.

The thought process of a teenager with delusions of grandeur is hard to understand.

In his view, Matouike was a destined rival who was his equal, and therefore, prayer became the only way for him to bid farewell to this adversary.

"Confession, to my Heavenly Father, my adversary, my destiny, my opponent... destroy them... In moments of rest, let us not forget to sing, not forget to pray, not forget ourselves, with my lightness we cast off all burdens, rest in my hands for your sins, anointed with oil and branded, eternal life is speared by death, forgiveness is in this moment..."

He closed his eyes and muttered an ancient prayer he had heard somewhere, his tone solemn and dignified.

It was as if, in some strange spiritual world, he had truly become a priest who blessed his adversaries.

But the next second—

"Sbarasi!"

It completely ruined my chances!

This is the kind of person who can't be serious for more than three seconds, right?

"Wow, magicians are nothing special. If I could learn magic, wouldn't I be truly invincible?"

Kurami Ryuka hummed some unknown tune, the lyrics of which consisted entirely of the single word "Sbarashi".

"Spar...ra...(*Φ皿Φ*)Ahhhhh?"

Chirp——

欻!

A high heel, sharp as a dagger, pierced towards Kurami Ryuka's eyes.

Instantly, the eyeball familiar that had replaced his vision turned into a mass of flesh that looked even more like flesh than the current Matou Ikepai flesh.

......

"Seriously, how long are you going to keep playing dead, Matou!"

Orange complained, then nonchalantly kicked Matou Ike again with the same foot that had just crushed the familiar that was jumping around next to Matou Ike's body.

"Hey, hey, hey, treating the dead like this is really going too far!"

Matou Ike's voice reappeared after being silent for several episodes.

However, the emanation did not come from the body that was constantly disintegrating into worms.

Following the sound, Aozaki Touko turned her gaze to a shadowy corner, where an unharmed Matou Ike was crouching, secretly watching his "corpse."

"Sigh, you rascal..." Orange sighed, rubbing her forehead.

"The decoy operation was a great success, wasn't it? I knew that with that guy's personality, he wouldn't leave without coming to see the results."

Matou Ike said with a smile.

"Isn't this just like how criminals sometimes reappear at the crime scene?"

“Ah, yes, yes, my Mr. Holmes.”

Orange gave a perfunctory reply.

"Dr. Orange, you've located his position, haven't you?"