Magician in Type-Moon

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"After the planet's environment changed, almost all the magic from the Age of Gods can no longer be used directly in the modern world. However, the one just now was a rare exception. I guarantee this in the name of the Alliance of the Age of Gods, and Mr. Matou and Ms. Medea should be able to corroborate my claim, right?"

When Kirichi realized that everyone's gaze had turned to him and Medea, he could only nod.

"That's right, that's the magic of the Age of Gods, but is this all the research Kiz has done?"

The magicians' mental fluctuations, like a turbulent sea, began to spread, and Matou Ike's words after his affirmation carried such great significance.

Matouchi throws the question back into the spotlight to Melvin.

"It seems so."

Melvin answered casually. For a modern magician to perform magic from the Age of Gods was already an exceptional case among exceptional cases.

And this was only half a day of learning; it was something that even Medea hadn't taught Matou Ike.

This completely destroys the common sense of magic.

Suddenly, there was a loud cracking sound.

It was the sound of Van Fem's cane tapping on the floor.

"Although some issues have arisen, our banquet operations are currently running smoothly."

He said so.

"We will announce the details of the second game tomorrow. Please take good care of yourselves and conserve your energy in the meantime."

In an instant, Van Fem's gaze shifted to Matou Ike.

There are many meanings in that gaze. Perhaps there are questions about the corpse, or perhaps questions about the progress of the search for the monarch of the celestial bodies.

"In addition, our ship will set sail at noon tomorrow. Guests who have business to attend to on shore, please make your own arrangements until then."

Chapter 454 Origin Bullet

After saying that, Van Phim planted his cane and turned away.

The host of the banquet on the boat walked out of the room with her six sisters.

A tense, stiff feeling instantly spread among the abandoned participants. As if to distance himself from it, Melvin turned to leave as well.

"please wait a while."

Someone called out to the figure from behind.

It's Ye Sizhen.

"You didn't intend to avenge your master, did you? Or perhaps, it was you who... killed your master..."

She swallowed the last part of her words.

Sure enough, Ye Sizhen probably also felt that she shouldn't have said those words.

"Your reasoning is quite interesting. Although killing one's master is the greatest taboo for a magician, it doesn't seem to be such a big taboo for someone like me who was only a disciple for half a day."

Melvin replied indifferently.

It was as if the image of the boy who vomited blood had vanished from him.

"But isn't it only natural that this ship is on this ship? Miss Ye Sizhen should know the original name of this ship, right?"

The ship's original name, in the magic side—

—The Happy Boat on the Deadline.

This is the original name of the casino ship operated by Van Fim.

Melvin glanced around at the expressions on the magicians' faces and nodded in satisfaction.

"Gambling is nothing more than a matter of whether or not you cross the line between life and death. Just enjoy it from beginning to end. Once you're on this ship, the line between life and death is the same for everyone. Whether you're a magician from the Wandering Sea, the monarch of the Clock Tower, or even a half-dead tuner, it's all the same."

Those lips, now stained crimson, gradually contorted.

"Unfortunately, it seems my master crossed that line between life and death, but since we've participated, there should be no regrets. — So, are you all ready?"

..........

Back in his room, Matou Ike fell into a long-lost silence, sitting in an antique-style armchair, lost in thought.

"Kiz is dead?" He couldn't help but frown.

"Do you also think he will die?" Medea sat down beside him, her expression also showing some doubt.

“It’s hard to imagine. You know, even I’m not confident I could kill him if we weren’t in the Imaginary Tree’s territory.” Matou Ike let out a long sigh. “After all, this guy hasn’t revealed any useful information yet.”

"But he still died here."

As fellow magicians of the Age of Gods, they naturally knew how difficult it was to kill a magician from that era who had not leaked any information.

Especially Kiz, the guy I'd met once before.

"He died...died here...Why did he die here? Why did he die at the assembly point after the initial selection? Judging from the timing of the crime..."

Seemingly inspired by Medea's words, Matou Ike began to ponder certain questions regarding the location and timing of the incident.

Matouike is definitely among the fastest at solving "escape room games".

Although the "bets" accepted by each group may be different.

However, considering the fairness of the "bet".

The difficulty level won't differ too much.

Even when Matouchi arrived at the assembly point, he didn't see anyone waiting there in advance.

In other words, Matouchi and Medea are very likely to be the first team to break through the preliminary rounds.

The situation of the "suspect" who murdered Kiz, the magician from another era, is therefore worth considering.

To be able to kill that ancient magician right under Van Fem's nose in this "moving city"...

This inevitably raises suspicions.

“His death was also very strange,” Medea suddenly said.

"Ah, that kind of death, I must have seen it before."

Matouchi whispered.

It's exactly the same method used by that magician killer.

Emiya Kiritsugu.

What he possessed was neither a special magical costume nor an extravagant weapon.

The bullet has an ordinary appearance, but is surrounded by a strong sense of foreboding.

"...The Origin Missile."

"After being chopped up, it was forcibly linked back together..."

This bullet brought not only simple destruction, but also the very "origin" of Kiritsugu Emiya.

As a result, although the person shot may appear to have only suffered a superficial injury, the area where the bullet hit will lose its function.

This is especially fatal for magicians; no matter how powerful the defensive spells are—in fact, it is precisely when they are activated that the bullets achieve their maximum effect.

They will completely destroy the magic circuits and magic markings, leaving no trace, turning the victim into a cripple.

Although Kiz's body, which has survived from the Age of Gods to the present, is unusual, if his magic circuits were to go berserk, the excess magic would lead to his death.

A figure from my memory gradually overlapped with the one in this case.

It's a suffocating feeling.

Shouldn't that man be dead already?

And it transformed into a guardian of the restraining force.

Suddenly, I felt like the past had grabbed my ankle.

I don't quite understand it.

"There's another strange point: Kiz must have given Melvin instructions about what would happen after his death, which can be seen from that magic trick."

It was as if they knew they were going to die there.

.........

In Morocco, a little away from the port of Hercules, there is a classical Gothic building.

It is the church.

Something fell silently from the night sky to the back door of the church.

"I left that man," the blonde woman said enviously.

"That's so convenient, yours."

In modern magic, flying is virtually impossible in the vast majority of cases.

While even the youngest student who has just been admitted to the Clock Tower can float in the simplest way, it is impossible to fly freely without meeting many conditions.

Therefore, the Mafia, who had devised countermeasures against magic, were completely unprepared from the air.

As Luvia used magic to burn away the remaining security devices, the brown-skinned youth flapped the wings on his back and smiled slightly.

"The church will say he's like an angel."

"It's amazing that you can say that with such a serious expression."

Although somewhat stunned, Luvia's fingers quickly traced patterns on the door.

The shapes she drew were symbols of liberation.

Although it is based on the fundamentals of the Clock Tower, its precision is so high that even a first-level instructor would marvel at it.

The two of them barely uttered a sound.

It is a whisper that can only be heard among magicians whose five senses have been "enhanced".

"If we follow the memories extracted from those fake zoos, this church is the Mafia's secret hideout, and Monarch Marisbury was also brought here."

"Hey, the question is, is he still here?"

As she spoke softly, Luvia's magic circuits were activated.