Magician in Type-Moon

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When the funeral actually arrived, Matou Kariya was like an ostrich, burying his head in the ground the whole time, not even daring to go up and say a word.

In the end, Matouchi went through the standard procedure of offering condolences.

However, there were a couple of minor incidents during the funeral.

One was Shinji Matou, who was taken there to freeload, and the other was Shirou Kotomine, who was taken there by Father Kotomine. The two hit it off immediately and became sworn brothers at Tokiomi Tohsaka's funeral.

Another one is related to Matou Ike's identity.

Tokiomi Tohsaka died in the Holy Grail War, and Ike Matou, as a survivor of that war, was met with hostility from the three brats at his funeral.

Two of them, needless to say, are Tokiomi Tohsaka's two daughters, Rin Tohsaka and Sakura Tohsaka.

The other one has blonde hair, which is curled into elegant spirals and decorated with blue ribbons, like a golden drill.

Without a doubt, this is the young lady of Edfeldt—Lucia Celinta.

These three brats seem to believe that there is a huge conspiracy in the Holy Grail War, and they plan to capture Matou Ike in order to extract some information.

Although it was a scheme, Matou Ike thought it was just like children playing house.

In no time, Matou Ike saw through everything, and even had Angelo Manuel pretend to be a ghost, scaring the little devils so much they screamed.

What was unexpected was that the last one to step forward was Sakura Tohsaka, that seemingly delicate and frail little girl.

However, after this incident, the three brats did not cause any more trouble for Matouchi until the funeral was over.

It seems he has been confined to his quarters by the magicians of the Edfeldt family.

After Tokiomi Tohsaka's funeral, the three kids were taken away by the magicians of the Edfeld family. They treasured magicians with such talent.

I'm afraid that even the slightest accident might happen on this land.

Meanwhile, Tokiomi Tohsaka's widow, Aoi Tohsaka, stayed in Fuyuki to collect Tokiomi Tohsaka's belongings.

At Matou Ike's urging, Matou Kariya finally mustered up a sliver of courage to go find Tohsaka Aoi.

It seems that just today, Matou Kariya used the excuse of a class reunion to seduce someone there.

I hope he succeeds.

"And you? Finally getting ready to leave?" Angra Mainyu asked slowly from his bed, watching Matou Ike pack his things.

"Yes, it's time to go." Matou Ike didn't even turn his head, just kept stuffing things into his suitcase.

This briefcase is a special item whose space has been altered by a barrier magic, and its capacity is quite good.

"Yay, finally I don't have to stay in this awful place anymore!" Angra Mainyu yelled and jumped off the bed.

"Isn't this the 'ideal daily life' you've been looking for? How come you can't wait any longer?"

After packing his things, Matou Ike turned around and looked at Angra Mainyu, who was about to slip into his shadow.

"Well, this is so boring. There's only one fun thing to do every month. My mischievous spirit is itching to get going. So, where should we go next? The Clock Tower? Maybe we can take down those self-important magicians."

"No, the next stop is Guanbuzi City; the Clock Tower will have to wait a little longer..."

Chapter 185 Ryougi Shiki

The Shinkansen (bullet train) was chosen as the mode of transportation.

This was at Angra Mainyu's request; he said he wanted to see it for himself.

Matou Ike didn't understand what was so insightful about this, but he personally held an indifferent attitude towards these modes of transportation.

Accompanied by the sounding of electronic sirens and a female announcer's voice, the scenery outside the car window gradually receded.

The Shinkansen train carrying Matouike and Angela Mannü departed from the platform and headed towards Kanbuko City.

"It's nothing special, really," Angra Mainyu complained to Matou Ike after coming off the platform.

"It's really just so-so, I don't know what you're expecting."

"Aren't there supposed to be perverts or nymphomaniacs? I haven't seen anything along the way."

As expected, nothing pleasant came out of Angra Mainyu's mouth. Matou Ike sighed, rubbing his forehead, and said:

"Have you been researching these things every day for the past month? The things you're talking about can only be found in crowded environments like the subway. How could such things possibly appear on a train!"

"What's the difference between a train and a subway? Why didn't you say so sooner? You made me take a wasted trip!" Angra Mainyu started complaining again.

"The difference is... why should I discuss this kind of thing with you? Shut up!" Matou Ike realized that he had almost been led astray by Angela Mainyu, so he said irritably.

Angra Mainyu simply chuckled and then shut his mouth.

Stepping off the platform, even though winter was over, night still fell so early in Japan.

The deeper the night, the denser the darkness, as if it were about to devour everything.

On the deserted street, Matou Ike walked slowly alone, the sound of her shoes rubbing against the ground particularly clear in the silence.

The shops along the street had already pulled down their shutters early, as if the whole city had fallen asleep.

In the current economic downturn, this scene seems particularly common.

At this moment, only those shops specializing in the sex industry are still struggling to keep their businesses afloat. Neon lights flicker faintly in the distant alleyways, adding a touch of eerie life to this desolate street.

Matou Ike ignored Angela Manuel's instigation, despite the provocative whispers that kept coming to her ears.

He merely glanced coldly at the flashing neon lights in the distance, then decisively turned and walked into a narrow alleyway next to him.

The alley was even darker, with only a few dim streetlights overhead barely illuminating the way forward.

The walls on both sides of the alley are mottled and worn by time, and you can occasionally smell the damp musty smell and the stench of rotting garbage.

A faint smell of blood wafted through the air.

Matou Ike was very sensitive to this, so she had already prepared her 'little helper'.

Whether it's an undead or something else, it will all die from this shot.

After walking deeper into the alley from the entrance, it turned into a closed, secret room.

Even during the day, this narrow path surrounded by building walls should be a space where sunlight cannot reach.

Without any magical fluctuations, it seemed to be just an ordinary murder case, or perhaps a dismemberment case.

As you slowly move forward, the faded walls on both sides are painted with brand new paint.

Something had soaked this narrow path, which could hardly be called a road.

The damp, musty smell and the stench of rotting garbage that permeated the air were now contaminated by another, even stronger odor.

———All around was a sea of ​​blood.

In the middle of the sea of ​​blood lay a human corpse.

The corpse's expression was not visible. It had no arms, and both feet had been amputated below the knees.

He is no longer human, reduced to a sprinkler that only spills blood.

On the opposite side of the corpse.

She is a woman wearing a kimono.

The hem of the kimono, which was originally light blue, has been stained bright red.

One hand is holding a dagger, which appears to be the murder weapon.

When Matouchi first saw her, she touched the flowing blood on the ground with the grace of a white crane and smeared it on her lips.

A drop of blood slid down from the corner of his lips.

Seemingly sensing the arrival of a visitor, she slightly turned her head.

The combination of her fair face and crimson blood resembled a blooming azalea covered in blood, a beauty that could stir the soul.

"Aaaaaah, a ghost!" Angela Manuel suddenly screamed, completely ruining the beautiful scene, though only Matou Ike could hear it.

"Shut up, can't you even tell the difference between a human and a ghost now? And even if it is a ghost, it's not like I haven't killed some recently."

After responding in his mind, Matou Ike looked at the woman holding the dagger.

I already had some guesses in my mind.

The person before me must be the famous Ryougi Shiki.

Although he didn't have many memories of this from his past life, Matou Ike still recorded the information about the owner of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception.

So the magician Araya Sōren, who was sealed away, must be observing the situation nearby.

This was an unexpected situation. Although Matou Ike did want to obtain those Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, the conditions did not allow it.

"You seem to want to take something from me? A hint of greed flashed in your eyes, but you quickly dismissed the idea. Why is that?"

Ryougi Shiki's hollow voice echoed, creating ripples in the closed alleyway.

"You were just about to plunge that knife into my heart, weren't you? But you quickly changed your mind, weren't you? My reason should be the same as yours." Matou Ike didn't answer directly, but instead said indirectly.

He was on alert for any unusual activity, while Angra Mainyu continued to pour black mud into the surrounding area.

Who knows if they might have inadvertently stepped into Araya Sōren's trap?

"I see, then the two things cancel each other out."

The words were still brief, but the tone was completely different from before, as if two people were living in one body.

This time, the way he spoke and his tone were completely neutral.

After the conversation ended, Ryougi Shiki walked right past Matouike, seemingly unconcerned about being suddenly attacked.

However, Matou Ike clearly felt Ryougi Shiki swallow hard as she passed by him, whether out of nervousness or excitement.

Watching the figure of the person in front of him gradually disappear into the distance, Matou Ike shook his head helplessly, and then slowly walked towards the corpse on the ground.

The blood had congealed, and a faint smell of rust filled the air, but he was more concerned about the condition of the corpse.

There is no sign of the undead being generated.

The body's arms and legs were cleanly severed below the knees, a crude but cruel method.

If the murderer is killed in such a brutal manner, he will inevitably be splattered with a lot of blood.

"So she didn't kill him?" Matou Ike muttered to himself.

"Interesting, so interesting! To encounter something like this so soon after arriving, I feel like it's going to get even more exciting!"