Magician in Type-Moon

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"Light a fire for me too."

Suddenly, a hand reached out to Orange's chest without warning and pulled a cigarette from the pack.

"Oh, Miss Ryougi, what brings you here?"

Orange looked at the owner of that hand and curled her lip.

Ryougi Shiki didn't retort, but simply kicked Orange lightly, then put the cigarette in her mouth and brought her face closer to Orange.

Orange touched the tip of her cigarette and lit it.

Ryougi Shiki slowly stepped back, inhaled deeply the smoke, exhaled the remaining smoke, and said irritably:

"Hey, what is this? It tastes awful, is this torture?"

"Yes, I remember mentioning that to you." Orange finally smiled.

"Ha! People would usually think that's just being modest or hiding what they like."

Nevertheless, Ryougi Shiki did not extinguish her cigarette, but instead smoked it properly while following the smoke with her eyes.

Looking at Ryougi Shiki's appearance, Orange joked:

"You really look like one of those delinquent girls on the street."

"Are all you magicians like this? Can't you understand the atmosphere at all?"

Ryougi Shiki glared at her fiercely, then threw the backpack that Matou Ike had given her onto Touko.

"This is?"

"Matou gave it to you, saying it's some useful materials."

Orange was a little puzzled because the magical aura emanating from the package was barely perceptible, so these things probably had some other significance.

While she was still wondering, the spider puppet that had led Ryougi Shiki to the orange nimbly jumped onto the backpack, its eight tiny mechanical legs precisely clinging to the straps.

Accompanied by a slight "click" sound, a very familiar male voice came from it.

"Hey, is it an orange? If it is an orange, I'll just say so."

"You must be feeling really bad right now. It's understandable that you'd feel bad in this kind of situation. It would be strange if you weren't."

Orange was stunned, her expression freezing for a moment; she almost laughed out of anger.

The voice carried a familiar, slightly flippant tone, yet was also filled with a malicious mockery, making her grit her teeth. This guy… Matou Ike, he really does know how to “lend a hand” at crucial moments.

Orange had always wondered if this man's thought process was very different from her own, and now she was even more certain.

The recording continued playing, but the tone became more serious:

"Okay, no kidding."

“I remember there’s a rune called ‘?’Laguz among the runes. I hope you can inscribe this rune on the items in the package that Ryougi Shiki mailed to you.”

Upon hearing this, Orange grabbed the hiking backpack that was lying to the side, pulled it to her chest, unzipped it, and took out the largest contents inside.

Before she could see clearly, Matou Ike's voice rang out again.

"I bet you're taking those things out right now, aren't you? You should be very familiar with the nature of these things and have figured out how to use them, but hold on, let me finish."

“I’ve already left my spell on these things. When you inscribe Laguz, I hope you can fuse my spell with that rune. It’ll be a piece of cake for you, right?”

Orange pursed her lips and focused her gaze on the materials in her hand.

She was indeed very familiar with this, after all, she herself had a hobby of collecting such things.

As an item with historical significance, a magician of her caliber has a thousand ways to use it.

Engraving runes on these historical fragments is also a good approach.

With such a large quantity of goods, it's not impossible that, by leveraging its "historical" attributes, a road could be forcibly carved out in this vast forest.

That's what she did when she broke through those spiritual vein nodes before.

But why engrave Laguz?

The rune represents the principle of water and flow.

Given the current situation, it would be more appropriate to inscribe Uruz (strength and courage), Thurisaz (protection and defense), Hagalaz (destruction and rebirth), or other runes with stronger functionalities on it.

"Are you still listening? After you finish those tasks—"

"I'll have to trouble you and Liangyi to make another trip and bury these fragments engraved with runes at the designated points in this spiritual vein. You can leave the rest to me."

Just as Orange finished hearing those words and thought the recording was over.

Matouike's voice appeared again.

"Oh, right, there are two more things I almost forgot. I don't know if it will be successful, but I still need to ask you to do it. The necessary materials are in that package..."

Chapter 326 The Garden of Sinners (Part 7)

"Hey, hey, hey, you two were fighting so well, why are you taking your anger out on me, a spectator!"

Hansa's complaints seemed somewhat comical on the fierce battlefield, especially now that his face was smeared with dirt and blood, and the coffee can in his hand was nowhere to be found, leaving only a lingering aroma in the air.

His original intention was to sit comfortably on the tombstone, leisurely watching the contest between magicians, and even commenting on their fighting skills with great interest, sometimes praising and sometimes shaking his head.

He was still puzzled, especially when he saw Matou Ike use his Mystic Eyes to shatter and twist a group of skeletal soldiers.

According to his intelligence, Matou Ike's Mystic Eyes should be something like futuristic vision.

However, just when the battle reached a stalemate...

He only saw Matou Ike suddenly change tactics and use a new Mystic Eye ability to bind the giant skeletal structure to its spot.

Furthermore, the difference in the magical power generated within their bodies has reached a level that can be discerned by the naked eye... no, it can even be heard by the ear.

That was a crisp sound that the Hanseatic League had never heard before.

Then he saw more than twenty magic bullets carrying surging magical power flying towards him.

You can't even see the process of the magic trick being performed.

Hansa felt a cold sweat break out on his back. Without even having time to think, his body instinctively rolled to the side.

The magic bullet pierced through the air, grazed the tombstone where he had been sitting, and shattered the stone into pieces.

The deafening roar of exploding magic spread outwards wave after wave, making his eardrums tingle.

The crisp sound of magic he had just heard was a purity and even a strangeness he had never experienced before. Each magic bullet contained a concentrated intent to destroy, and it was aimed directly at him with deadly precision.

If it weren't for his years of combat intuition and instinct, he would probably have been a pile of charred remains by now.

Even so, some of the sanctified functions of his body were damaged.

"Hey, Hansa, if you said you were going to be a neutral entity, then why are you the one supplying this guy with magic?"

Hearing the questioning tone in Matou Ike's voice, Hansa forced a snort.

Tch, so we've been found out after all?

The smoke dissipates.

Suddenly, Matou Ike's body split in two, as cleanly as if a piece of paper had been torn apart.

Countless insects wriggled incessantly at the crack, eventually revealing the figures of two Matou Ike in the horrifying scene.

It looks like a clone.

The momentary daze was fleeting; Hansa quickly regained his composure.

"Yes, I was the one who fed that body part with demonic energy. So what do you want to do? Kill me?"

Matou Ike simply smiled upon hearing this, allowing his clone to continue using the Stillness Mystic Eyes to control the colossal skeletal structure, while he himself slowly walked up to Hansa.

"At first I did want to kill you, but I just realized something and I'm not going to kill you anymore."

Hansa laughed along and then asked:

"what's up?"

"Of course, it's about the roles of the Holy Church and the Magic Association in this incident."

Matouchi spoke fluently, looking at Genki Satsuki, who stood motionless in another spot, seemingly stiff.

"Although many things have happened during this period, all of which were orchestrated by that guy Araya Sōren, that man alone should not be able to support all of these events."

"This is not to say that the man is incompetent, but some things cannot be accomplished by one person alone."

Matou Ike paused for a moment and then continued:

"You should be familiar with the Mage's Association's secrecy clause, right? I remember your church has the same rule."

"Although this incident caused widespread panic in the city, it never crossed that line. In other words, the mystery has not yet been leaked to the general public."

"I realized this when I was fighting the Holy Grail War. Without those logistical support personnel, magicians would have become common knowledge long ago."

"So I've been guessing for a long time that someone is supporting him. At the very least, there must be a group of people who are a lot of magicians, right?"

As Matou Ike spoke, he recalled the situation back then. In this small city, hundreds of people had disappeared in just one or two months and dozens of murders had been discovered, yet the local government had only implemented a curfew.

If this were a normal situation, the Self-Defense Forces would have been mobilized long ago, right?

Even when dealing with that bomb monster, which caused such a terrifying phenomenon, there was never a single mention of it in the news or newspapers.

It almost made Matou Ike feel like he was back in Fuyuki City fighting the Holy Grail War, with the Church backing him up.

"Do you suspect that the people behind them are the Magic Association?" Hansa suddenly asked.

Matou Ike glanced at Hansa, nodded, and said:

“That’s right, I do believe he received help from the Magic Association, especially after seeing this Garden of Religion, I’m even more certain of it.”

He looked around at the tombstones and the runes scattered across the ground; everything seemed to confirm his theory.

"This school has been completely turned into a ritual venue, and the amount of magical materials needed to construct a ritual venue of this scale is unimaginably large."

"Without a powerful magic network or financial support, Araya Sōren alone could not possibly maintain such a scale."

Hansa nodded, then shrugged and said:

"Are you trying to drag me into a fight with the Magic Association by saying all this? That's ridiculous. I'm clearly your adversary, aren't I?"

Kirie simply smiled and denied the answer.