Magician in Type-Moon

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"What are you going to do?"

Melvin curled his lips into a smile, his blue pupils reflecting the remains slumbering on the seabed.

Magic in the Mythological Age

"The larger the scale of the ritual, the more it relies on something more important than modern magic."

"..."

Elgo frowned slightly, clearly not understanding his meaning immediately.

For once, he tilted his head.

"...What is it?"

Melvin chuckled and turned to look at him, his tone light as if he were telling a joke.

"It's a temple."

“I want to open the path to the ‘temple’ through my teacher.”

"—Kiz's Temple…!"

Elgo looked up abruptly, his expression changing slightly.

Melvin shrugged, as if he didn't think it was a big deal.

"What, you think this is just a secret location that Van Fem and Ruolon are fighting over?"

"..."

Elgo did not speak.

But at this moment, he and Melvin naturally stood side by side.

Their gazes were firm, fixed on the same stretch of sea.

Although they are fighting for different reasons, they share the same goal at this moment.

Then--

They never came out from behind the door again.

.........

"Is there any chance of winning?"

As soon as Medea saw Matou Ike return to the lounge, she went straight to the point and asked.

Judging solely from the total amount of chips, Bai Ruolong is far ahead, but as a special guest, he has no need to win.

As for Matouchi and Van Fim—their stakes are almost even.

In other words, as long as the outcome of the third game can be accurately predicted, the outcome can be reversed.

However, Matouike did not answer immediately.

He turned to look out the window, gazing at the increasingly thick fog.

From the moment we set sail, the fog at sea never dissipated; instead, it grew thicker and thicker.

The Great Library of Alexandria... the Dead Apostles always seem to have a fondness for fog.

Just as magicians conceal their spells to maintain their power, Dead Apostles may have a similar need, or it may simply be a fetish.

Just as her thoughts were wandering aimlessly, Matouchi noticed something subtle and unusual out of the corner of her eye.

"What--"

He bent down and scanned the lounge with his eyes.

Sure enough, a rustling sound came from behind the chair by the window; something small was moving quietly.

Matou Ike held his breath and slowly reached out, trying to probe—

The thing suddenly sprang out, bounced a few times on the carpet, and finally landed steadily in his palm.

It is a small horse carved from blue mineral.

Exquisite and lovely, like a work of art, yet possessing a touch of liveliness that transcends the inanimate.

“You… no, that’s right.”

Matouike spoke as if understanding, and the sapphire horse nodded a couple of times with a touch of arrogance.

"It's Luvia's familiar. Although it's just a simplified version used for a single purpose."

Indeed, the image is very fitting.

The impression given is that they remain rebellious, as if they could fly anywhere.

Magic can be unexpectedly influenced by the person who created it, and this is perhaps even more true for familiars who possess a certain personality.

Matouchi placed the small horse carved from blue mineral on her lap and gently stroked it with her fingertips.

“Thanks to this, I have been confirmed,” he said. “It seems that Bai Ruolong’s true identity is indeed the goddess Zagres.”

Medea raised an eyebrow.

As a magician from the age of gods in ancient Greece, she certainly understood the meaning of the name—the offspring of Zeus.

“Before the third game, Van Fem and Bai Ruolong seemed to have fought over the location of the ‘Kiz Temple’,” Matou Ike continued. “Luvia was portrayed as a fighter during the arbitration process.”

This was almost identical to what he had deduced from Bai Ruolong's words when they first met.

However, what Matouike cares about more now is not the dispute over the betting, but another word—

The Temple of Kiz.

That was a fortress built by modern magicians to push their skills to the limit.

The clock tower tirelessly instilled one principle—

The quality of a magician's workshop determines his status.

In order to create the best magic workshop, magicians do not hesitate to control spiritual veins and even invade twisted lands, because these not only affect the operation of spells, but also determine the foundation of a magician.

In fact, the classrooms in the Clock Tower were all built on the most important spiritual veins in Britain.

This is why controlling the number of classrooms and large classrooms often becomes the key to power struggles within the clock tower.

If the magician is the king, then the workshop is his kingdom.

Upon hearing the word "temple," Medea slowly said:

“Most magicians in the Age of Gods gain power through a connection with the gods, making temples extremely important. For magicians of the Age of Gods, the location of a temple could very well be a fatal weakness. I can understand why Bai Ruolong wants to keep it a secret…”

She paused slightly at this point, her brow furrowing slightly.

"Something seems wrong."

"Is there a problem?" Matou Ike looked at Medea.

“From the perspective of that Dead Apostle Twenty-Seven, Kiz is already dead. At this point, there’s no point in looking for weaknesses. Even if he wanted to investigate Kiz’s plans before his death, I don’t think that would be enough to make him risk fighting a true god.”

indeed.

It has now been confirmed that Bai Ruolong is the goddess Zagreus, but his behavior still appears reckless.

Matou Ike nodded; Medea's speculation was not without merit.

"What if his reason for concealing something isn't a personal weakness, but rather a specific factor related to this incident?"

Matouike didn't know much about "temples".

However, Medea once possessed a temple, and her insights might offer a breakthrough.

"If that's the case, the reasons and purposes behind the near-conflict between Van Fem and Bai Ruolong over the location of the temple might be different."

Medea spoke.

There is no error in this statement.

Reasons and purposes can be compared or completely different.

Why do you do this?

This is precisely the benchmark that Matouike values ​​most when investigating cases.

"Then, most of the parts needed for the inspection have probably been gathered."

Matouchi fell silent again.

Medea carefully made sure not to disturb his thoughts.

A certain core is gradually taking shape in Matou Ike's heart.

Whether it's a fleeting inspiration or something of gold value, Matouchi's wisdom is gradually grasping some of the things needed to reach her destination.

Shortly after, he uttered the word.

"Magic Theory? World Egg"

Chapter 505 Kiz's Spells

World Egg.

There are many such theories in magic as well.

Rather, this theory seems to contain far more magic than it can actually be performed.

The World Egg is the origin of the world in various myths.

There are also magic spells based on this theory, to the point that even the clock tower is designated as a forbidden spell.

Inherent barrier.

It is said to be a magic that distorts the laws of the world, creates a unique otherworld, and is closest to magic itself.

Thump, thump, Matou Ike's fingers tapped on the sofa armrest.

The sound rang out continuously, as if keeping time.

After knocking a few times.

Eight times?