Magician in Type-Moon

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"Or, before life and after death."

Melvin's tone was nonchalant, yet chilling.

"This is a barrier constructed using magic from the mythological era."

Elgo's gaze darkened slightly.

"Is it really necessary to go this far?"

“Hahaha—” Melvin laughed and waved his hand, his tone light and cheerful.

"You'll find out soon."

He raised his hand and slowly opened the door.

Elgo's gaze flickered slightly.

He noticed that there was another door overlapping this door.

One is a physical door.

The other door was hidden by a barrier.

Melvin's movements were light and fluid as he opened the door twice—

The gates of physics and the gates of the barrier are opened simultaneously.

"welcome."

Behind the door lies a vast blue world.

Something clattered off the sole of Elgo's raised shoe.

It's sand.

A soft, rustling sensation came from beneath my feet, damp and light, scattering in the wind.

At the same time, a sound that seemed like an illusion rang in my ears—

Sound of the waves.

The waves surged gently, and the seawater rippled and swayed at my feet, as if a dimension had been cut out of this room, which was no more than five meters square, and transformed into a summer beach.

Elgo's breath hitched slightly.

"……How is this going?"

His voice trembled almost imperceptibly.

It wasn't because of this suddenly appearing beach.

If it were simply a matter of spatial transformation, it wouldn't be difficult for magicians from the mythological era. Even in modern magic, only a very few rare individuals with exceptional abilities can accomplish something similar.

For a prince who possesses three powers and spans two thousand three hundred years of history, such methods are not an obstacle at all.

The problem is that--

The "rules" are different here.

The gap between dimensions, or the laws of the modern and mythological eras, have changed on some level.

but--

"Oh dear, that's almost the limit."

Melvin scratched his head dismissively, his tone still relaxed.

"I can't do it alone, but with your help, it should be possible to solve it."

Elgo remained silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on Melvin.

"Since when?"

Melvin raised an eyebrow, a half-smile playing on his lips, and asked in return:

"Ok?"

When did you start thinking about this kind of thing?

"Haha, things aren't going according to plan."

Melvin's smile deepened, and he shrugged casually.

"There's a grumbling guy who always says, 'Take it one step at a time.'"

"..."

"But."

His gaze swept across the carved-out space, his tone slightly drawn out:

"I've been thinking—perhaps magic from the mythological era could accomplish something like this."

"So, before you become that guy's apprentice..."

"That's it."

Melvin nodded nonchalantly, his smile carrying a hint of deliberate ease.

Elgo didn't ask any further questions, but instead turned his gaze back to the sea in the center of the room.

—Or more precisely, the seabed.

That sea area is not deep.

The water was crystal clear and shimmering, allowing them to see the seabed directly from where they stood.

And there—

The remains of Kiz, the magician of the Wandering Sea, lie quietly at the bottom of the sea.

Eyes closed, limbs outstretched, like a sleeper in a deep dream.

Even so, the corpse was so beautiful it was nauseating.

Elgo lowered his gaze slightly.

—Kiz is dead.

Needless to say.

But his magic lives on.

"Ah, right!"

Melvin suddenly clapped his hands, as if he had just remembered something.

"Although he is dead, he is not just 'dead'! Rather, it has nothing to do with 'being dead' at all!"

Because the focus of this procedure is Mr. Kitz himself!

It doesn't matter whether he's alive or dead!

The technique—is still operating 'enthusiastically'!

"...Only the spell itself is still alive?"

Elgo murmured to himself, slowly turning his head to look at Melvin.

"So, Mr. Melvin, why did you use magic to bury Kiz's body...?"

Melvin smiled, speaking as casually as if he were discussing the weather.

"I suppose this is my own method of sealing."

"Sealing the corpse...?"

"My teacher should have already sensed the general situation."

Melvin raised his hand to brush away the stray hairs from his forehead, a slight smile playing on his lips, revealing undisguised admiration.

"He was always prepared to die at any moment."

"As long as the situation develops to this point, no matter who does what, his plan will continue."

"..."

Elgo was silent for a moment, then whispered:

"So, you sealed the corpse along with it?"

"Haha, more or less."

Melvin chuckled, his tone still playful.

"But he truly is worthy of being my teacher—"

"He can no longer be sealed."

boom--

The sea surface trembled slightly.

The waves swayed gently, and then, more violent ripples arose.

Something strange was floating in the air.

Even though it was just a closed room, it felt like the wind was blowing on the sea.

Of course, this cannot be a simple natural phenomenon.

The root of this anomaly lies with the Wandering Sea Magician, who should have been sealed away.

Chapter 504 World Egg

"To be honest, it's hard to say whether this seal has any significance."

Melvin stood at the edge of the sea, gently shaking the tuning fork in his hand. His voice still carried its usual ease, but it was not hard to detect a hint of self-mockery.

"In the other person's eyes, this might be like children playing house."

He paused, then looked up at the water—the rippling sea seemed to be responding to something indescribable.

"Therefore, I plan to take countermeasures now."

Elgo's gaze darkened, and he asked in a low voice: