Magician in Type-Moon

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“Ah, yes, yes, Lady Alette is right.”

His tone was nonchalant, as if he didn't care about what he was about to lose.

“The loser gets nothing, so how can he? At least accepting this fact is the pride of the loser. It is my honor that you understand this, Lady Alette.”

Melvin stood up, slowly pressing a handkerchief to his lips. A bright red stain had already appeared on the edge of the white cloth, yet he remained expressionless, his steps weak but firm as he walked toward the exit.

His figure gradually blurred and disappeared in the dim cabin.

Some people come, and some people go.

Even if this isn't gambling, it's a perfectly reasonable sight.

However, Matouike paid no attention to Melvin's departing figure.

Instead, his gaze shifted to the croupier standing beside him—one of Fim's daughters, a female Death Apostle puppet in an elegant uniform.

Fim's Boat Feast features three types of games.

The first game was a new type of game, an escape from the ship's cabin, full of unknowns and dangers.

The second game is the traditional blackjack, which, despite some special rules, is still a classic casino game.

The third event is a unique magic game. It is said to be a game that incorporates magic elements and can only be experienced at this ship's banquet, and it is not held at a fixed time each time.

Therefore, the third game was considered the highlight of the banquet.

The dealer nodded slightly, his tone calm and composed:

"Please wait a moment as the second game ended faster than expected. We anticipate releasing the game summary as soon as the ship sets sail."

Matou Ike frowned slightly.

Immediately after setting sail.

What's the point of that?

The ship of joy sets sail on the dead-end line.

.........

The scenery outside the window was reflected in the glass of the cabin. The afternoon sun in Monaco was still bright, but in this tranquility seen through the window glass, the ship looked like a stationary island, with the surrounding sea calm and still.

Despite the ship's massive size, the scenery seemed frozen in time.

Matou Ike sat quietly on the sofa, gazing at the scenery outside, her eyes blankly staring at the sea.

After the game, Matou Ike and Medea returned to their assigned cabins.

Although this room was used in the first game, the hidden staircase on the floor is now completely closed.

Matou Ike sat on the sofa, his eyes vacant.

There was a bowl of ice water on the table. He used the bowl to cool his fingers and then touched the area around his eyes.

He gently rubbed it while taking a deep breath.

This kind of betting is even more energy-consuming than directly fighting with magic.

Medea quietly walked behind Matouchi and gently touched his shoulder with her hand.

"Let me massage your shoulders." Her voice was soft and warm, as if she were using the warmth of her body to soothe his tension and fatigue.

Through the shirt, she could clearly feel the tension in Matou Ike's back muscles, as if a rock had been silently fixed in place.

Use a little more force than usual to gently massage Matou Ike.

After letting out a sound that sounded like a slight groan of pain, Matou Ike spoke:

"I've had enough of that kind of competition. It's not just mentally exhausting, it feels like my very soul has been worn away."

Matou Ike's feelings were not simply because the second game was a harsh gamble.

Instead, he rejected several temptations.

Medea listened quietly and nodded gently: "Then get some rest."

"Hmm. Thanks to you, I can move my shoulder a little." After the massage was mostly finished, Matou Ike turned his neck.

He took out a box of oranges and the cigarettes that had been given to him from his pocket, then put them to his lips.

Light the tip of the cigarette with a match, and the smoke rises slowly.

As I smoked a cigarette, the ship's loudspeaker came on.

"Distinguished guests attending the banquet, please be informed that the Joyful Ship is about to set sail."

Chapter 484, Third Scene

After the declaration, a few seconds of silence were broken by the violent rocking of the ship. Matou Ike squinted slightly, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and looked out the window at the scene outside.

The scenery outside the window has completely changed.

A thick layer of fog suddenly rose from the originally clear sea surface, as if the ocean was gently shrouded in a thin veil, gradually flowing.

In the distance, the huge luxury passenger ship remained steadily docked in the harbor, as if it had never moved.

However, Matou Ike knew that this was just an illusion.

"The creator of the Demon City, Van Fem, has indeed displayed his skills to the fullest." He muttered to himself, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

Fim used magic to conceal the original ship, covering its surface with a special shell.

To the average person, the ship looks like an ordinary luxury cruise ship, but the real vessel is hidden beneath the hull, waiting for a specific moment to appear.

Only at the ship's banquet in Fim will this outer shell separate at certain special moments, allowing the original ship to set sail.

“Two ships joined together,” he repeated softly, as if talking to himself.

Medea walked to Matouchi's side, looked at the scene outside the window, and frowned:

"Two ships? That wasn't the case before."

Her words carried a hint of doubt, but more so a curiosity about the changes before her eyes.

"Who knows?" Matou Ike shrugged, his gaze still fixed on the ship gradually sailing away in the distance. "Perhaps this means that the ship banquet has truly entered the magic stage."

He paused, then added in a low voice, "Or perhaps this also means that the name 'Giova de Ville' on the surface may not be entirely a lie? Although it is just an outer shell, there are actually two ships in the ship itself."

A thoughtful look flashed in Medea's eyes:

"Is the same true for the banquet on Fym's ship?"

“That’s a brilliant argument—but…” Matou Ike said, frowning slightly.

"It's a little slower than expected. Did something unexpected happen?"

.........

The view outside the window began to blur. Thick fog gradually spread, obscuring the view, and the world just a few meters away became hazy and indistinct.

Just moments ago, the bright sunlight was shining down on the earth, clearly visible. But now, this sudden smog has made everything seem unreal and mysterious.

To date, smog has always seemed to arrive unexpectedly in places associated with mysterious forces.

Perhaps it is to avoid being worn down by modern materials that things involving mystery take various forms of protection.

The hull of the Deathline Joy Ship, a huge and ornate luxury passenger ship, also seems to serve this protective function.

Moreover, after the separation of the joyful boat from the death line, the ominous premonition that lingered in Matouike's mind began to swirl.

It seems to be a premonition of power.

The Yellow Springs and the power of death are speaking out.

No matter how glamorous it may appear, this place is steeped in a chilling atmosphere of death.

The casino, which was originally bustling with noise and laughter, was now deathly silent, with an eerie sense of stillness permeating the air.

In fact, in the casino where so many people gathered, not only were there no people, but even their presence had almost disappeared.

It was as if the ship of joy on the day of death had suddenly turned into a ghost ship.

Matou Ike, who was walking ahead, slowly stopped.

The reason becomes clear as soon as you follow his gaze.

A female hero in military uniform.

Alette Escaldes.

She raised the corners of her red lips and spoke.

"You're a little late, Mr. Matou," she chuckled, a hint of provocation in her voice. "Looks like you handled the third game with ease too."

“How could that be?” Matou Ike waved his hand. “I was just exhausted and slept until the very last moment.”

"Is that so? It's because compared to physical fatigue, which can be resolved with magic, there are limited solutions for mental fatigue."

Alette nodded in understanding.

She glanced around the empty casino and smiled.

"Although we have to meet in the VIP room across the street, it feels like we have the casino to ourselves. Haha, I've always enjoyed Fim's ship banquets as a spectator, so it wouldn't be bad to try joining in."

"You can interpret it that way if you want."

His true thoughts could not be discerned from Matou Ike's expression.

You can take it as true, or you can take it as him having other hidden reasons.

It's a modern magician's style, a practice of hiding the true intention in a thick fog.

"Hi, Lord Matou."

A new sound broke the silence.

He was a tall, burly man, wearing a purple linen shirt and a navy blue vest. He was nearly two meters tall and had a calm yet approachable demeanor.

Isild Morgan Fars.

Minister of the Monaco branch of the Clock Tower.

He smiled and walked toward Matouchi and Medea, nodded to them, and then turned to bow to Alette.

He was clearly in no hurry to get to the point, first throwing out a question at Alette: