Magician in Type-Moon

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Chapter 243 The Crimson of Wounds

Unfortunately, Aruba did not see the expression he was hoping for.

The blue flames illuminated the temple.

In the blue-green world that is about to descend into darkness.

The person named Aozaki Touko simply stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray, then looked up at her familiar who was being suppressed in place.

That's all.

It's as if they don't even realize their own situation.

Cornelius Aruba is going crazy.

It's always the same, always the same!

why why why?

I was clearly the one with the upper hand in this magic duel, right?

Why is this guy always so calm and collected?

Aozaki, I've already defeated your strongest familiar!

How can he still maintain that superior attitude?!

Just like before.

Grand Puppeteer!

The Crimson of Wounds!

What you despise like trash is what I dream of.

disgust!

Hatred!

hatred!

The magician named Cornelius Aruba has gone mad.

He wanted a response, but his actions were always ignored.

They are both talented individuals, and they have both gone through the same educational journey.

But he was rejected.

Perhaps he just felt rejected.

All he wants now is a hateful insult from Aozaki Touko.

Instead of being so glamorously ignored.

Aruba forcefully swung his blood-stained hand.

The magician's own blood and resentment formed a curse that ignited like gasoline upon contact with air, turning into flames that surrounded the enemy who should not exist.

But... although the flames tried to engulf Aozaki Touko, they vanished in an instant before they could even get close to her.

Orange gently brushed her hair aside, then looked at the young man in the red coat with a cold gaze.

Aruba could no longer bear the chill and hugged himself tightly... but the cold only intensified.

Orange's eyes were mechanical, devoid of any emotion.

Aruba was unaware that she had that kind of look in her eyes, and he had never seen it before at the academy.

She sat there like a delicate doll.

Even though he had been paying attention to her the whole time, he never had a place in her eyes!

Unforgivable, unignorable, and unforgivable!

What should I say?

What could possibly provoke this puppet-like creature in front of me?

Think about it...

I have it... but I can't bring myself to say it...

Because that's what I wanted.

Never mind, it's okay now...

Who cares about that kind of thing!

"Aozaki!"

Aruba adjusted his mindset and shouted down, even if he was unwilling, he had to at least maintain a calm appearance and talk to the guy in front of him.

A hysterical outburst only makes one appear more incompetent.

"Talking too much during a battle is a big no-no. It will reveal your true abilities. Don't disappoint me!"

Aozaki Touko spoke quietly in a gentle voice.

“Really?” Aruba patted his hat. “The highest-ranking magicians in the Mage's Association are given color designations, with the three primary colors being the highest honor of that era. That’s something I’ve always dreamed of getting.”

Orange did not answer.

She simply looked at the young man in the red coat with a cold gaze.

Her amber eyes revealed that she was already tired of hearing these words.

The magician in the red coat kept saying he couldn't accept it, his eyes unconsciously revealing a pleading look like that of a couple breaking up. He asked, trembling, "..."

"Why can't you just accept it...?"

“What’s the point of that kind of question to me?” Orange replied indifferently.

Her eyes seemed to say, "Let's end this pointless conversation here, if you really want to die!"

She looked at him with obvious murderous intent, even though she showed no emotion whatsoever.

Aruba was somewhat dazed. He inadvertently wondered if the Aozaki Touko he knew so far was really the real person.

“Aozaki, you’re like a switch; whenever that’s mentioned, you change completely.”

Orange simply listened quietly, watching the other person's performance with indifference.

Aruba walked to the hole in the ceiling.

Looking down at Aozaki Touko.

"The red of pain."

......

"Kacha——"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire firm descended into chaos once again.

A faint sound suddenly came from the air, like the instant a precise mechanical part turned, and then the chaotic flames raged violently again.

The sea of ​​fire was reignited by some unseen force, lunging towards the location of Orange like a wild beast.

The flames devoured the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound, pushing the temperature inside the office to its extreme.

It wasn't just an attack on Aozaki Touko; it set the entire building ablaze.

A blazing blue sea of ​​fire rose from the exterior of the building, as if to completely engulf the abandoned structure.

Magician Cornelius Aruba not only wants to kill a person named Aozaki Touko, but also destroy her magic workshop.

Destroy the entire life trajectory of someone named Aozaki Touko.

The blue sea of ​​fire started rising from the outside of the building. This was a barrier that Aruba had set up in advance, which was initially disguised as a barrier to drive people away.

It can't be called a disguise, since it really does have the effect of driving people away.

Physical means drive people.

Now it revealed its true colors, flames relentlessly spreading throughout the entire building, burning Orange's office, her workshop, and all traces of her past.

The blue flames spiraled upwards like a giant dragon, scorching every floor of the building, from the bottom to the top, as if pushing her to a dead end with no way out.

However, Orange, amidst the flames, simply looked up at Aruba with a cold and composed gaze, as if oblivious to the surrounding destruction.

The fourth floor and the rooftop seemed to separate the two of them into heaven and earth.

Aruba stood on the rooftop, looking down at Orange with a cold smile.

The intense reaction he expected did not materialize.

There wasn't even a proper demonstration.

Is it because the familiar has already been controlled?

Have they run out of ways to retaliate?

Aruba couldn't understand it, and even felt somewhat disappointed.

Even though those so-called forbidden words were said, it seems like nothing really happened.

The young man laughed, and his appearance became like that of a demon.

It seemed as if the shackles in his heart had been broken.

He never expected it to be so simple.

He prepared quite a lot of things for killing Orange this time.

Even his beloved black hound, comparable to that black cat, was brought along.

Unfortunately, it was never used.

As Aruba thought this, he even felt a little tempted to hum a German folk tune.

But in a brief moment

He heard a sentence.

That is--