Magician in Type-Moon

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They studied a wide range of magic systems, including Western alchemy, black magic, witchcraft, astrology, kabbalah, runes, and even Japanese Onmyōdō (the Way of Yin and Yang), with some members of the tribe studying them.

And recently...

Matou Ike recalled the information she had obtained from the El-Melloi family.

This group appears to have gained the support of the Minister of Science of Modern Magic a few years ago.

Furthermore, because the Dean of the Department of Modern Magic, Hartles, was one of the initiators of the "Heroic Spirit Summoning" project, the number of slots allocated to him within the Clock Tower also had a certain priority.

As a result, this family gained the authority to summon several heroic spirits, which in turn elevated the family's status.

This is information that should earn Matou Ike's attention.

Another piece of information regarding the current state of this magician organization also has some noteworthy aspects.

This group of people seemed to be waiting to be "armed".

A special counterfeit created using the abilities of a certain Heroic Spirit, capable of rivaling a Noble Phantasm.

Let the Servants remain behind the scenes, while the Masters fight on the battlefield...

It's so weird.

But there's nothing wrong with that.

This way, we can determine what class that Heroic Spirit occupies.

Apart from a certain golden pickup truck and a certain unnamed red archer.

A Heroic Spirit created from props is undoubtedly a Caster-type being.

Just like Medea, she possesses the ability to create potions with special effects.

Putting aside this information, the last thing is the purpose of their trip.

It was no different from what Matouchi had predicted.

Ever since that night when the divine aura of the calamity erupted from Medea's magic workshop, all sorts of demons and monsters have swarmed in like a torrential rain.

Aside from this rather large and capable organization.

Matou Ike and Medea have already eliminated countless reckless magicians during this period.

In short, this city, which has only enjoyed a few years of smooth transition, is about to become the center of a storm again.

......

At the same time, the city was stripped of its inhabitants.

Under the pale yellow light, El-Melloi II sat quietly on a wooden chair, twirling a nearly burnt-out cigar between his fingers.

His gaze fell on a sketch on the table, which depicted the wild beast they had discovered the previous night.

“Isn’t the name Gabriel wrong?” he murmured to himself, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. “Judging from the layout of this city and the clues, the legends associated with it should point to this name.”

He looked up, his gaze sweeping across the half-drawn curtains to the misty expanse that belonged to the city of peeling away.

Across from her, Orange leaned against the wall, a cigarette dangling from her lips, the smoke rising slowly and outlining a blurry silhouette in the dim light.

Her gaze was slightly lowered, seemingly casual, but her tone carried a deeper meaning: "Perhaps it's not that our deductions are wrong, but rather the people..."

Before she finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room had already subtly changed.

King El-Melloi II flicked the end of his cigar with his fingertip, and the ash fell into the ashtray with a soft sound.

The cigar, having accomplished its mission, emitted a reluctant farewell wisp of smoke before vanishing instantly.

He didn't respond immediately, but instead turned his gaze back to the drawing.

A moment later, he raised his head, his eyes piercing:

"You mean, only specific people can solve this mystery by calling out the correct name? It's almost like..."

"You mean to play us for fools, don't you?" Orange chuckled, taking off her cigarette, the smoke dissipating as she spoke. "But don't forget, we're the ones who should be the uninvited guests."

bang-

The sudden noise interrupted their thoughts.

The door to the reception room was pushed open roughly, and a flash of gold burst in. Reines entered with light steps, her brows slightly furrowed, and her eyes showing a hint of disdain.

"Have you two been smoking ever since you woke up?" She waved her hand dramatically, as if trying to disperse the smoke in the air. "I feel sorry for your lungs."

Orange leaned lazily against the wall, a smile playing on her lips, and retorted nonchalantly, "No, it's just that inspiration is more likely to strike when you're absorbing nicotine. You agree, right, El-Melloi II?"

Upon hearing this, Weber coughed lightly, touched his nose, and looked slightly embarrassed, but he didn't refute it. Clearly, he was used to Orange's casual way of passing the buck to him.

"But speaking of which, did you find anything?" He quickly changed the subject, turning his gaze to the hooded girl standing behind Reines with her shoulders hunched.

"Grey, you tell us."

The girl, who was suddenly called, looked up in a fluster, as if she had been suddenly awakened, and took a step forward with a slight tremor.

She seemed to be spacing out from the very beginning; perhaps she just has a naturally dazed personality.

“Yes, Master, and Miss Orange as well.” She said softly, her voice low but firm, “Princess Reines and I seem to have discovered a room that looks like a studio.”

“Let’s go take a look.” Webber nodded, stood up from his chair, shook his cloak, and followed Reines and Grey out of the reception room.

Orange followed at the back at a leisurely pace, her gaze sweeping over the backs of the master and apprentice ahead, her eyes revealing a thoughtful expression.

After going up and down several flights of stairs, she finally couldn't help but ask, "I've been wanting to ask this for a while. I heard you didn't summon any Heroic Spirits this time?"

"Yes."

The second prince paused slightly in front of her, then nodded, readily admitting it.

"The one I want to summon seems unwilling to come into this world."

"But it seems that a heroic spirit resides within your disciple, doesn't it?" Orange asked again.

"Yes, Gray herself possesses a special constitution. With the help of the Matou family's secret techniques and that Caster, she became a pseudo-Servant."

"A special constitution? No wonder you sent her to find the secret hidden in this castle, and she actually found it."

Grey, who was at the front, listened to the conversation between the two and silently lowered her head, her fingers slightly tightening the cage she was holding.

The cage, covered by a silk cloth, was shaking violently, and its contents seemed to want to come out and say something.

In the distance, the door to the room called the "studio" appeared at the end of the stairs.

Hana no Ryori was standing at the door waiting for everyone to arrive.

"What's going on?"

Orange covered her mouth and nose.

As soon as I reached the door, a strong stench filled the room.

If I had to describe it, the smell was like the stench of guts dug out of a livestock, mixed together, and left unattended for years.

Even with her nose covered, the stench still assaulted her throat and lungs.

Meanwhile, Reines, who had already realized what was happening, had somehow retreated to the very back of the group.

"Looks like it hit the bullseye." The Second Prince also covered his nose and frowned slightly.

This room is much narrower than the others.

The room had no windows, and besides a table and a bed, shelves were crammed full of magic props such as silver pentagrams and bronze goblets.

In addition, there were several rusty sharp tools stained with black stains, and an instrument resembling a punching machine.

"Is it a torture device?"

The Second Emperor recalled the various torture instruments he had seen so far—the Iron Maiden and the Bronze Bull of Falaris, among others.

This room is the only one that is not filled with angels.

This appears to be Gerlion Ashburn's private room.

"Did Gerrion Ashburn repair his magic crest here before? Or did he remove his magic crest here?"

The first half of what Orange said was alright, but the second half was chilling.

Just now.

"painting?"

The Second Prince's gaze lingered on something out of place on the shelf. It was a small painting by Zhang, so exquisitely detailed that it could be mistaken for a photograph.

The painting depicts two elderly people, a woman, and a young child.

The image of the elderly man on it is easily recognizable as the magicians Gerlion Ashburn and Orlock Sissamond.

It's easy to see from the composition of the painting that the child and woman are part of a complete family with Gerlion Ashburn, but why is Orlock Sissamond included in this family painting?

This is a point of suspicion...

The Second Prince thought so.

Meanwhile, Orange found several ritual compositions on the dusty table.

"This must be Ashburn's basic spell."

Orange was completely unconcerned about whether the ritual diagram that appeared here would pose any danger, and slowly slid her finger along a trajectory from a certain point.

Lightning flashed by.

That tiny natural phenomenon seemed to have been preordained from the beginning, and was sucked into the orange's fingertips.

She read aloud the words written around the ritual.

"Asmodeus, Belfinger, Baal, Adramirik, Lilith..."

Upon hearing the ominous name she mentioned, Reines exclaimed excitedly from the side.

"They're all demons and fallen angels, could it be the Tree of Evil?"

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“Metatron, Raziel, Gabriel… Raphael, Mikael…”

Matou Ike's voice was deep and clear. He stood in the center of this abandoned park, his gaze sweeping over the complex rituals carved on the ground, reciting the names one by one.

This is a park that is rarely visited. The old facilities are dilapidated, and weeds grow freely in the cracks between the stone slabs, as if proclaiming the silence of a place rarely visited by people.