Magician in Type-Moon

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"This way."

A huge door stood tall in front of us.

The door opened automatically as soon as Ptolemy approached.

This moment.

Matou Ike's ears picked up the strange noise inside.

The sound was like the groan of a giant monster.

Total darkness.

Stepping inside, purple lightning danced in the deep darkness.

Hiss, hiss.

Make a sound.

Woo, woo.

Hiss, hiss.

Oh, oh.

A dry, harsh sound was mixed in.

The wet, foul sound was unpleasant.

Like fireflies dancing in the darkness, emitting frantic cries, purple lightning scattered in their wake.

In the clash between shadow and light, everything in the universe and the seabed seems to be tense.

It's dazzling.

But the eyes quickly got used to it.

Matou Ike's vision has far surpassed that of a magician after his "enhanced" vision.

Not only is its eye vision good, but its night vision is also excellent. It can't handle complete darkness, but it's fine with this level of light.

Matouchi saw the whirlpool.

Lightning swirled deep within the square room.

Purple lightning bolts shot out repeatedly, intertwining with each other, like pulsating beings from another dimension.

There was a shadowy figure, almost human-shaped, moving around inside.

"That is……?"

coffin.

Based on human figures, the surface is infused with complex design.

The pharaoh's coffin I saw in the travel guide before coming to Egypt looked very similar.

Moreover, from all sides of the coffin, the crystal tree roots stretched out like sturdy chains.

Although the material of the root is still uncertain, it remained unmoved even in the raging winds of the Purple Lightning, suggesting that it must have been connected to the distant part of this coffin.

If these are real tree roots, then what's being sent to the coffin must be nutrients.

So what about the Grand Library of Alexandria?

This is the heart of the Great Library of Alexandria, where all wisdom and all information are transmitted.

So this is the scene of a "murder".

That heart was the security key to managing the Grand Library of Alexandria, but now it has been pulled out by someone.

However, the scale of this mysterious place is indeed outrageously large.

Especially the purple lightning storm entangled here, which is already at the same level as power.

How did the murderer get into this management department and pull the heart, which served as the security key, from the Pharaoh's hands, who was sleeping in his coffin?

"The wisdom of the Alexandria Library lies here; if anything can solve the problem of memory saturation, it must be this."

Ptolemy said.

But at this moment, Matouike ignored the matter and instead said:

"Then why do you think you were killed in this coffin?"

Regarding the question about Matou Pond.

Ptolemy paused slightly, his metal beak opened and closed a few times, and finally he shook his head:

"Why were they killed? Not by whom, and not by how?"

"Yes."

Matou Ike nodded, a meaningful look in his eyes.

"After all, this is also part of exploring the mystery."

Ptolemy was silent for a moment, then nodded as if he had made up his mind.

"In that case, I need to completely dispel this doubt."

His mechanical eyes moved slightly, as if recalling a forgotten memory.

"Generally speaking, it should be to seek the wisdom of this Great Library of Alexandria. In Egypt, the construction of all tombs and ruins is a manifestation of the war against tomb robbers. Thieves have been rampant since my time."

Tomb raiding is a profession that has flourished in every region and every era; even some Roman emperors were enthusiastic about it.

"So, this place has now become a double-locked room?"

Medea suddenly interrupted, her gaze sweeping over the coffin and the surrounding storm of purple lightning, her tone revealing a hint of curiosity.

"Ah."

Matouchi gave a brief reply.

"So that's how it is. The fourth layer was originally a sealed chamber. My coffin was sealed in this way, so it was already a sealed chamber. However, if only I, inside the coffin, died, the sealed chamber would unexpectedly form a second layer due to the isolation between the inside and outside of the seal."

Ptolemy nodded, but there was a hint of doubt in his voice.

"However, it would have been pointless for the murderer to create such a complex locked room."

As it spoke, it landed on the floor and slowly moved forward in an arc.

I walked about ten steps.

He stopped in his tracks, his gaze falling on Matou Ike:

"If it's an unrelated mysterious event, setting it as an impossible murder might avoid being investigated. After all, those who come to the Great Library of Alexandria are all magicians or alchemists."

He turned his head as he spoke.

Matou Ike smiled and said:

"Perhaps for the 'murderer,' 'locked room murder' is more convenient, which is why it turned out this way."

From a common-sense perspective, the concept of a locked-room murder is not beneficial to a magician.

So, this locked room should just be the result, right?

The murderer did not intend to create a locked room; rather, the methods used by the murderer happened to be directly related to a locked room.

"Hmm, that's a difficult problem."

Ptolemy flapped his metal wings and whispered.

"The deepest part is indeed sealed, and the purple lightning storm guarding my coffin also exists. So conversely, why remove my heart when there are two secret chambers? In a sense, is it meaningful to preserve the secret chamber that would expose the method?"

"Very good reasoning, it makes you want to chime in."

Then a new sound came.

Matouchi raised his head.

Beside the door, illuminated by flames resembling the crimson heart of Scorpio, appeared the monarch of the Clock Tower, Mayastia, along with his assistant Tica and the alchemist Quat from the Atlas Institute.

Three people appeared at once.

"Oh dear, really."

Monarch Mayastia was wiping away sweat and panting.

"...It seems this really is the management department."

"How did you get here?" Ptolemy asked, but neither he nor Matou Ike reacted excessively.

“I used a spacetime bubble,” Meastia replied vaguely.

Using the Supreme Mystic Code, the "Negation of Uniqueness" adds a spacetime bubble and simulates the creation of a door—this point needs no further explanation.

As for how he specified the coordinates, that's a little secret of his.

However, there has been no indication of an intention to directly start a war so far.

Meastia slowly walked to Matouchi and Ptolemy's side, seemingly unafraid of being attacked here.

He gazed into the depths of the room at the swirling storm of purple lightning, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Staring at the barely visible coffin inside, he spoke again.

"You are unraveling the mystery of this coffin, aren't you? It's about the 'Pharaoh's Chamber Murder' case."

“That’s right, so what are your thoughts? You’ve heard quite a bit about what I just said, haven’t you?” Matou Ike said frankly.

Matouike was quite interested in the monarch of this clock tower.

“Oh dear, we’ve been found out. How embarrassing,” Meastia groaned. He continued, “I don’t have many insights, and I think your deductions are quite accurate. But I doubt whether this coffin really contains the body of this pharaoh.”

The mechanical bird. Ptolemy froze in astonishment.

The heart was indeed pulled out, but what happened to the rest of the body?

So far, the most important security key in the investigation has been the heart, so the rest of the remains have been completely forgotten.

Matou Ike nodded thoughtfully. He had already considered this point, but felt there was no need to say it aloud.

"What we do know now is that the heart in this coffin may be missing. In that case, even if we take the body with us, it will be treated as if the heart was stolen, right?"

Measias then asked, but Ptolemy denied it the next second.