Magician in Type-Moon

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Matou Ike placed the stack of documents in his hand on the table in front of him and replied:

"Yes, it's a ritual. Orange and the others found something similar to the 'Kabbalah Tree of Life' ritual used by the 'Imperial Magic Order' during the Night Raid in the city of Peeling. However, both are distorted versions, and without exception, they are both connected to fallen angels and demons."

"But doesn't this document indicate that the ritual structures of the two are different?" Kokutou Mikiya took the document, carefully looked through it, and then raised a question, "One is the path from human to demon, and the other is the path from demon to human."

Just as Matou Ike was about to explain, his gaze fell on Medea.

She raised an eyebrow, took the documents directly from Kurogiri Mikiya's hand, quickly glanced through a few pages, and calmly said:

"I see. That makes their connection very clear."

"Why?" Kokutou Mikiya's confusion deepened. His knowledge of magic was limited to the basics, and what he was seeing was clearly beyond his comprehension.

So he turned to Medea and asked, "These two paths seem different, so why do you prove that they are inextricably linked?"

"Because the Kabbalah ritual itself is a product that has been verified over thousands of years, its core is the path from man to God, and it must contain both human and divine elements at the same time."

Medea paused, then gently waved her hand in the air. As magic surged, the ritual diagrams for the two rites slowly appeared, hovering in mid-air.

Pointing to the diagram on the left, she said, "This is the path from human to demon, while the diagram on the right is the path from demon to god. Although individually they don't conform to the rules I just mentioned, if you combine them..."

As Medea spoke, she slightly twirled her fingertips, and the two ritual scrolls in the air slowly merged, eventually combining into a complete ritual diagram.

The intricate patterns intertwine to create a strange sense of symmetry, like a giant tree of life, yet it also reveals an indescribable twist.

She channeled a wisp of magic into it, and the pattern immediately emitted a faint glow, proving the ritual's effectiveness.

“The elements of God and man have all come together…” Kurogiri Mikiya murmured after witnessing this scene.

“That’s right. This alone proves that the magic of the city-stripping is related to those who created the demons in the Night Raiders’ house.” Matou Ike nodded slightly, his tone firm.

Kokutou Mikiya seemed to have thought of something, frowned, and spoke again:

"Wait a minute, you mean the Stripped City? But I don't remember the Stripped City having any direct connection to that authority on butterfly magic at the Clock Tower?"

"Hmm, I forgot your understanding of magic is still at a beginner level." Matou Ike sighed softly, his tone teasing:

"Didn't Medea just say that the Kabbalah ritual itself is an extremely stable ritual system that has been verified countless times? Any inappropriate modification will cause irreversible collapse. Not to mention that they forcibly inserted a demon between humans and gods."

Matouchi paused slightly:

"Only experts in 'transformation' magic can modify this ritual that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, and butterfly magic is practically the king of transformation magic in modern magic. Rumor has it that the old guy is almost touching the threshold of the third magic."

"But isn't this the theory of presuming guilt based on ability? Shouldn't this kind of thinking be wrong?" Kokutou Mikiya still felt a little strange. After all, according to this kind of argument, it would be a huge blow to many people.

"You'll find out when you turn to the next page," Matou Ike said lazily.

Before Kurogiri Mikiya could even take the documents from Medea, he heard Medea, who was reading them, say:

"Orlock Westsamond had his magic mark maintained and repaired in the City of Stripping, and lived there for a long time. Moreover, a photo of him with the family of the City of Stripping's owner was found in the City of Stripping's hidden magic workshop."

Hearing this, Kurogiri Kanya rubbed his forehead. It was his fault for not finishing reading the information; he couldn't blame anyone else.

But Medea's reading wasn't over yet; she continued:

"During the events at the City of Stripping, a chimera was captured. Its body contained a spirit core detached from an unknown heroic spirit. Further examination revealed that the chimera's true form was the long-lost wife of Gerion Ashburn, the lord of the City of Stripping..."

Matou Ike interrupted Medea, who was about to read out the subsequent test report word for word. After all, the process was rather bloody, and it was better not to taint the mind of Kokutou Mikiya, who was not a magician.

Therefore, he directly and concisely summarized the last part of his material:

"The final test on El-Melloi's side was to use necromancy to read the memories of the synthesized... 'Lord of the Stripped Castle' Gerion Ashburn's wife. The final conclusion was that shortly after 'Butterfly Magician' Orlock Westsamond arrived in the Stripped Castle, Gerion suddenly changed the direction of his magical research."

"Is that so? Then this matter is indeed troublesome..." Kokutou Mikiya sighed, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

He paused for a moment, then continued, "But you probably don't need the Butterfly Magic anymore, right? After all, after the Night Calamity incident, you should be free from those constraints, right?"

Upon hearing this, Matou Ike's lips curled into a faint smile. He rested his arm on the sofa armrest, leaned back slightly, as if relaxing, yet spoke with a hint of deeper meaning:

"Well, although the Imaginary Tree did get a good meal during the Night Raid, my demigod 'Matouchi' also thought that letting me go out to find more 'food' was a more reasonable choice."

His gaze shifted to the sunlight streaming through the window, his voice lower, yet still clear:

“But I am neither Yuchi nor Beelzebub, nor the Imaginary Tree. I am just Matouchi.”

The atmosphere seemed somewhat heavy, because this world originally only had less than ten years left, but Matou Ike lost eight years directly because of those things, and after waking up, he still had to run around for such things.

His wish seemed to be forever unfulfilled.

Suddenly, Matou Ike laughed, the laughter gently rippling in the air, carrying a hint of inexplicable self-mockery and nonchalance.

He looked at Kurogiri Mikiya and said calmly, "There's no need to look at me like that. After all, if I hadn't chosen to awaken the Origin, Araya Souren's plan would have succeeded; if I hadn't chosen to plant the tree, Beelzebub would have gotten his wish. So, all choices are necessary. Ultimately, it's all for my own survival."

As he spoke, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if recalling those unavoidable forks in the road in the past.

“Beelzebub has now merged with the Imaginary Tree and me into a new deity. If He hadn’t been willing to compromise, I might not even have this opportunity. So, in the end, I should thank Him.”

His voice carried a hint of ease, as if he were joking, yet also as if he were serious.

"However, overall, the primary goal right now is clear—to find more 'food' for the Imaginary Tree and prolong the lifespan of this world. This is essential. As for the Butterfly Magic, it's a backup plan, in case something unexpected happens, such as the Imaginary Tree withering away for some reason. I need a contingency plan."

Everything he said was the truth.

The Imaginary Tree is currently in a very unstable state because it is not receiving enough nutrients.

This is mainly due to the nature of the world itself.

As a history discarded by pan-human history, everything about it can be described as both real and false.

Its limitation was that it could only reach the singularity of that Holy Grail War, which turned everything around.

The first Holy Grail War in the pan-human history of Chaldea is the fifth Holy Grail War in this world.

No one knows what that man, Marisbury Animusfiah, did during that Holy Grail War.

This has led to the current pan-human history being equivalent to the future of this world.

Although previously, that emperor had forcibly given this world the characteristics of a Lostbelt by using certain concepts.

But now, the only thing that can truly sustain the growth of the Imaginary Tree planted by Matou Pond is the magic that exists in this moment of pan-human history.

The magic of this world can only sustain its growth until that singularity.

But heroic spirits are different from gods. Heroic spirits are things that exist outside the planet, while gods are things that retreat into the inner sea of ​​the star, or things that fly in from the universe.

The magic emanating from their consciousness and soul bears a striking resemblance to the magic of pan-human history.

In other words, it is the best food needed for the growth of the Imaginary Tree.

After asking Mikiya Kurogiri to search for more things and objects related to the gods, Matou Ike returned to the interior of the Imaginary Tree.

As soon as I returned to the Imaginary Tree, I could hear chewing and gnawing sounds all around me.

Following the sound, Matou Pond drifted towards its source.

All that could be seen was Beelzebub tearing at a massive energy entity.

He did not deliberately maintain the image of "God Matouchi" inside the Imaginary Tree.

Or rather, He is now deliberately maintaining his image.

"What are you doing here now? You should be hunting more 'food' to bring back. I've already fulfilled your request, and you're free to move around now. There are so many wild spirits out there, don't you know to go and catch a couple?"

He stopped biting, slowly raised his head, and stared at Matou Ike with deep eyes, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied.

Matou Ike did not respond immediately, but looked past Him toward a deeper expanse of pure white.

It was a world enveloped by a white storm.

That is, the seam between this world and the broader history of humankind.

"Aren't these powers enough to insert the tree roots?"

Beelzebub's gaze then fell on the pure white area that Matouchi had pointed to, where a white storm raged and devoured everything.

“Of course not, far from enough.” Beelzebub’s tone carried a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Although the Imaginary Tree can transcend unequal time and directly intervene in that world, the magic required is far beyond your imagination, and it's not the magic of this dead place. If you have to hate someone, hate that you planted the tree inside me in the first place."

He snorted coldly and continued, "If I had won back then, I could have planted this tree in the pan-human history through the passage of the Star Inner Sea, and there wouldn't have been so much trouble."

“But there’s no place for humans in your plans, and I am human too,” Matou Ike replied calmly.

Beelzebub smiled dismissively and said coldly, "So what? How long can the human species survive? Probably only another thousand years at most. What's the point?"

"The meaning of life lies in living, but all you think about is revenge."

"hehe."

.........

After Beelzebub merged with Matouchi, he seemed to become a bit too human.

Instead of continuing the argument, Matouchi began to take stock of yesterday's gains.

Chapter 397 Harvest and Developments (4k)

The biggest takeaway from this incident was the power of those "three and a half" gods.

Although the magic released by "God" has been completely devoured by the Imaginary Tree, these powers have not become ineffective.

Their unique nature—the ability to resonate with the rules of the world—endows them with unparalleled value.

Matou Ike temporarily sealed these powers within his own magic circuits, sensing their faint but clear fluctuations.

Every power is like a key to a door.

First, there is the power belonging to the God of Night Calamity—the Yellow Springs.

This is a profound and cold power, symbolizing death, depravity, and the end of life.

This power has a strong special attack effect on the undead.

The essence of the Underworld is to devour and dissolve. It can not only resist the life laws of the living, but also deal a devastating blow to the incomplete existence of the dead.

The dead often rely on obsession or external forces to stay in the world, while the underworld can directly shatter this bond and pull them back to utter nothingness.

Moreover, if combined cleverly enough, this characteristic can be incorporated into magic tricks.

It can even adhere to the release of the Demon Eye.

Moreover, this power also granted Matouike a new ability: to sense the lifespan of living beings.

It's a bit like being able to see the countdown numbers on someone's head.

It's a somewhat dispensable ability, but if used well, it might have unexpected uses when combined with the Magic Eye that can determine the future.