Magician in Type-Moon

Page 19

Suddenly, a complex, mixed voice rang out in the air: "Found you!!!"

Perhaps because it was inside a volcano, the speed of sound increased dramatically due to the temperature, and the hollow echoes made it sound like a demonic sound, as if it wanted to pry open a person's brain.

The sound had barely reached them when Matou Ike was about to summon Caster to defend against the enemy.

At that moment, a hand suddenly landed on Matou Ike's shoulder, pinning down his right hand, and said:

"Don't rush, actually I quite like your idea. Go ahead and tell me your wish."

Matou Ike looked at Angela Mannequin, who appeared beside him, and realized that the other party already knew that the body he had just seen was not his true form.

And now they haven't attacked him; instead, they want to propose a deal.

The two were like gamblers at a poker table, testing each other with bet, call, check, raise, and bluff.

Never go all-in before the outcome is decided.

Neither of them was willing to admit defeat easily, and the final outcome would depend on who could control the situation or end the contest in a draw.

"Come, come, I am the bearer of the evils of the world, I am the ironist of all good, state your demands, and I will take my interests."

Angra Mainyu spoke with a manic rage, his shrill laughter escaping his lips as he grabbed—no, locked—Matou Ike's arm.

Matou Ike didn't struggle, nor did he show any expression, seemingly unafraid of the situation before him. After a moment's thought, he said:

"You should have the ability to resurrect others, even if their bodies turn to ash, you can do that, right?"

"Hehehe, you really know a lot about me, huh? Are you not afraid of me now because you know I'm not good at fighting? Can you tell me where you got that information from?"

Angra Mainyu tightened his grip on Matou Ike's arm, but if outsiders were present, they might mistake them for brothers embracing and swearing a blood oath.

Faced with this question, Matou Ike answered without hesitation:

"I just saw it in the family's records of the previous Holy Grail Wars, so it's nothing special."

"Oh, really? I don't remember having that ability when I participated in the Third Holy Grail War. Well, never mind, are you trying to resurrect someone? I don't have that ability. Let's find someone else."

Angra Mainyu was not angry when he heard Matou Ike's rather perfunctory answer. Instead, he kept urging Matou Ike to state his needs.

"I just want a chance to be resurrected, for myself."

"Well, that's not a problem. Now you'll have to hear my requirements."

After seeing Angela Manuel readily agree, Matou Ike nodded as well.

"I want you to take me to experience that taken-for-granted daily life. How about that? I haven't made things difficult for you, have I?"

Matou Ike glanced at Angela Mainyu, somewhat surprised, but it seemed reasonable, so he agreed.

"Then it's settled. Under the watchful eye of the Wheel of Fortune, and witnessed by the one who holds the scales, before this Greater Grail, the contract is established."

The red and black tattoo on Angra Mainyu's arm spread to Matou Ike's body and eventually disappeared beneath the skin.

"Then let's set the contract term at ten years. By the way, as an audience member, I also need you to put on an interesting Holy Grail show for me. Is that too much to ask?"

Ten years? Matou Ike paused for a moment upon hearing this timeframe, then turned to stare at Angela Mainyu, trying to discern something from his expression.

"Then it's settled. Within ten years, I want you to take me out to enjoy that normal, everyday life, otherwise your resurrection will be null and void."

Angra Mainyu seemed oblivious to Matou Ike's gaze and continued speaking to himself.

Matou Ike, who was staring at him, couldn't see anything at all. His body then disintegrated into a clump of insects and disappeared.

"Huh? Is this also a clone? Oh well, the contract involves spirits, so it's fine."

Angra Mainyu scratched his head, then looked toward the lava pool where the Greater Grail was buried.

"The matter is settled, and nothing major went wrong."

Chapter 19 "Masters from All Sides" (Please add to your favorites! Please recommend!)

285:42:56 — Countdown to the Holy Grail War.

“Weber Velvet, how could my student harbor such delusions?”

"A bloodline that has only been passed down for three generations is considered an infant in the Magicians' Association."

"One's birth largely determines one's merits and demerits."

Hahaha... Hahaha... Hahahaha...

The mockery of his classmates and the sarcastic remarks of his mentor, Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald, still lingered in Weber's mind.

"Ugh, how dare they look down on me! How dare they look down on me!"

Why judge a magician's potential solely based on his lineage?

Why should the credibility of academic theories be determined solely by seniority?

This is really unreasonable.

"Your tendency to overthink is not suitable for studying in the Clock Tower, Mr. Weber."

He would never forget the condescending attitude and the pitying tone that Kenneth used when he said those words.

In his nineteen years of life, he had never suffered such a humiliation.

Perhaps we should have listened to Mr. Zorgen and not submitted this paper.

If Kenneth was talented enough to be a lecturer at the Clock Tower, he should have understood the significance of his paper as well as Mr. Zorgane did.

No, Kenneth was jealous precisely because he understood, right? He only committed that evil act because his paper would jeopardize his position.

Webber Velvet thought that, from his perspective, the Magic Association was rotten to the core.

As Weber was venting his anger in the hallway, he bumped into a mailman from the finance department.

"Pain Pain!"

Weber's foot kicked straight into the delivery cart, and he instantly curled up and squatted on the ground.

"Feel sorry."

"Ah, it's...nothing..."

Webber, who was somewhat concerned about his image, endured the pain and responded, after all, it was still too embarrassing to kick himself into a curled-up position.

"You're a student in the Spirit Summoning Department, right? Why aren't you in class?"

“Ah...Professor Archibald asked me to do something for him, that’s why I’m in such a hurry.”

To avoid his angry and embarrassed appearance spreading, Weber had no choice but to tell an outrageous lie.

But to his surprise, the deliveryman happened to have some mail to give to Kenneth, so he asked him to help deliver it.

Looking at the address in the email, I recalled the recent rumors about Kenneth—

"In order to add a brilliant final touch to his splendid experience, he decided to participate in a magic competition called the 'Holy Grail War' that took place in the Far East."

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33: 16: 24

Tohsaka Family Residence

The magic stone pendulum is beginning to resonate with the secondary stone in London, on the other side of the world.

The handwriting of the Tohsaka family spy is reproduced in a random and peculiar movement.

Sensing the magical fluctuations, Tokiomi looked at the magic props that were in operation.

Pick up the paper with the bottom already fully written on, ignoring the ink that wasn't completely dry, and begin to read what's on it.

"This is a report from the 'Clock Tower.' Two months ago, the head of the Matou family went to the Clock Tower, which eventually led to the intervention of the current Magic Marshal. However, the matter seems to be unrelated to the Holy Grail War. The level of secrecy is too high; is it only now that we've obtained this information?"

"Going to the Clock Tower at this point in time and even making contact with the Grand Marshal of the Demonic Path, is it really unrelated to the Holy Grail War?" Kirei asked with some doubt after hearing Tokiomi's account.

"Probably not. The report says it's because of another matter, but the level of secrecy is too high to investigate. Compared to this matter, the level of secrecy surrounding the Holy Grail War is slightly lower."

Tokiomi Tohsaka was somewhat amused and exasperated by Kirei's question, but he still offered an explanation.

"Also, the new relic of 'prodigy' Lord El-Melloi has arrived. It seems to have been provided by Animusfia, who is also from a monarchical family. This confirms his participation."

"Yes, he should be our strongest opponent in this Holy Grail War. That makes five of us Masters whose identities have been confirmed..."

Kirei Kotomine stepped forward, took the report from Tokiomi, and said:

"At this point, there are still two empty seats left, which really makes one suspicious."

"It's nothing, it's just that there aren't any suitable candidates to receive the Command Seals yet. Once the promised moment arrives, whether it's the black cat or the white cat, the Holy Grail will ultimately choose seven people."

"These people are basically just filling in the numbers; they're just some nobody. Don't worry about them too much."

This optimistic mindset is very much in line with Tokiomi Tohsaka's style.

Kirei Kotomine has been a disciple of Tokiomi for three years. His master is exceptionally thorough in his preparations for things, but when it comes to actually doing them, he always subconsciously overlooks some small details.

"Kirei, where's Assassin?"

“I sent him to gather intelligence on Ryudo-ji Temple.”

Tokiomi Tohsaka stroked his beard and said:

"That kid from the Matou family? Any progress on his end?"

"A powerful barrier enveloped the entire Ryudou Temple, preventing Assassin from getting close to investigate. However, during a brief lull, he did see quite a few skull-like monsters."

Kirei Kotomine put down his report and reported the situation at Matou Pond to Tokiomi Tohsaka, continuing:

"According to my father, only Caster and Assassin are currently alive."

Kotomine Ryougi was assigned to the Fuyuki Church as the supervisor of the Holy Grail War, and brought with him a Mystic Code called the Spirit Plate, which can display the attributes of the Servants summoned by the Holy Grail.

In other words, apart from the Master's identity needing to be actively reported, as long as the Heroic Spirit appears in the world, the Tohsaka family can always keep track of the number of people and their class.

"Oh, right, the relic I prepared finally arrived this morning. The heroic spirit summoned by this item will definitely be the best in the entire arena. At that time, I'm afraid no one will be our match."

Kirei recently noticed something amiss with the Tohsaka family's financial transactions; it was a massive sum of money, enough to produce a top-tier science fiction epic.

Tokiomi was quite pleased with Kirei's reaction, and confidently smiled, saying:

"Let's hold the summoning ceremony tonight. Kirei, please join us. I also hope your father will do me the honor. I hope to share this joy with everyone."

The sound of ink dripping onto the paper rang out again, and the gem pendant resumed its work.

Seeing that Tokiomi Tohsaka remained unmoved, Kirei Kotomine took the initiative to ask: