Magician in Type-Moon

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The higher you look, the more chaotic the situation becomes. To list the main problems:

—The Death of Kiz

—Kiz's purpose during his lifetime.

—Melvin, who became a disciple of Kitz.

—The whereabouts of Maris Billy, who won the last ship banquet.

"Although the situation has become complicated, our mission remains unchanged. We will continue to search for the monarch of the Astronomy Department. If we obtain any information about Kiz in the meantime, we will share the intelligence."

"Ah, the fact that the yakuza obtained Kiritsugu Emiya's Origin Bullet is also something to be concerned about..."

After a moment of silence, Matou Ike then said:

"Bai Ruolong, what are you going to do?"

"My stinky old man told me to go find Maris Billy. Until I find him, I'll carpool with you guys. But since the old man is dead, that's a relief."

"is it?"

Matou Ike squinted.

These words do not seem to be a lie.

At least in previous conversations, I could sense that the other party wouldn't casually utter such pointless lies.

Do you really think Kiz is dead?

"Who knows? I can only say that nothing is surprising. Humans from thousands of years ago are still alive—whether that counts or not—and still walking the world today. You should know that, right?"

That's the case, and it's hard to refute anything.

After all, the unimaginable and absurd events that Matou Ike himself encountered were undoubtedly far more numerous.

When I didn't know what to say, the voice coming from the other end revealed a bloodthirsty, bestial nature.

"I don't know how to put it, but it seems that the turn of events for that matter has come to this old man. Although he's dead, I will carry on his last wishes!"

“That’s something to look forward to,” Matou Ike said casually.

Chapter 459 The Person Who Did Not Return

"Um……"

The morning light streaming in at an angle caused Ye Sizhen, who was lying in bed, to slowly open her eyes.

This is my room.

The shelves around her are neatly arranged with folk items such as dolls and masks from various countries that she has collected for her work and hobby.

Although the pile of these items made the room feel rather oppressive, she enjoyed it.

The man she invited here had expressed his confusion, but Ye Sizhen didn't care.

After all, dealing with people who don't understand her interests has always been something she actively chooses to do.

Now, it's almost time for the second game to be released.

Nevertheless, she still refused to get up, preferring to wrap herself in a blanket and stay in bed a little longer.

As a magician—even a conceptual magician different from the Western system—she knew very well that this was a sign of depravity, but she still couldn't resist this moment of peace.

Why do I feel so relaxed?

Is it because of the power I recently gained?

An unexpected encounter and a chance meeting allowed her to transcend the realm of modern thought magicians. She was originally a scholar assessed by the Spiral Pavilion, and it was precisely because of this that she clearly realized she had broken through her ceiling.

That kind of joy is irreplaceable.

Western magicians target the root cause, while thought magicians focus on improving the shared thought process of everyone.

Now that she has mastered the secrets of magic in the Age of Gods, will she be able to go a step further and open up a whole new realm of privilege?

I said, "Aren't you attending Fim's ship's banquet? Shouldn't this be the most intense moment of competition?"

A voice broke Ye Sizhen's thoughts, bringing her back to reality from her reverie.

She looked at the melancholy man sitting at the table to the side.

"It's okay, after all, this round will last a full week."

"Is that so?" the man replied softly, his gaze fixed on the table as if deep in thought. "Could you tell me what you want to win from Van Fem?"

Ye Sizhen was silent for a moment, then smiled.

“…I want to build my own museum,” she said slowly, a barely perceptible glint in her eyes.

She continued speaking:

"The Spiral Hall, to which I belong, has very few branches in Western Europe. Ultimately, magicians' organizations are all fighting each other for powerful spiritual sites. Excellent spiritual sites are limited, and money alone cannot sustain them. From the perspective of Western magic organizations, the idea of ​​spiritual sites being controlled by the Eastern system is somewhat met with resistance."

She tapped the table lightly, her voice calm yet carrying a hint of certainty: "However, with Van Fem's authority, it is possible."

Words as beautiful as a dream.

These were thoughts she had never even shared with old friends. However, Sizhen was certain that the man before her wouldn't laugh at her.

"I see. Then you'll have to work harder."

"Of course."

Ye Sizhen smiled slightly and took a sip of the black tea beside her.

Even though there was less than half a cup left, the blissful feeling of holding the tea in my mouth did not diminish at all.

Five minutes to go.

Then, she will return to her identity as the ruthless mind magician who challenges the banquet. She must erase the faint traces that have seeped into her heart, at least until she returns here.

Because I made a promise that I would come back.

"..."

Ye Sizhen glanced at the wall clock, reluctantly drank the last sip of black tea, and stood up.

"It's almost time. My happy mood is all thanks to you. Don't forget our promise to stay home for the next couple of days."

As she said this, she was about to turn and leave.

The speech suddenly stopped.

One of the dolls on the shelf suddenly opened its eyes.

Those were dolls that Ye Sizhen had placed around the area to guard against intruders.

"Run away!"

Ye Sizhen shouted, but she realized it was too late, so she closed her eyes and waved her fingers horizontally.

In an instant, she heard a faint explosion.

A few seconds later, a chilling creaking sound, as if an inorganic object were dying, rang out—followed by a massive vibration and destruction of tens or hundreds of tons of mass, filling the entire building where Ye Sizhen's office was located.

It's as precise as a skilled surgeon's operation.

Efficient, rapid, and thorough destruction. Collapse.

Bathed in the morning light, this small building, though said to be over a century old, collapsed as if sucked into the earth, remaining upright. Because all the outer walls had collapsed inwards, not a single fragment was scattered around.

Explosive disintegration.

It is a general term for demolition techniques mainly used for large buildings.

By precisely targeting the pillars and other structural components with explosives, the entire building was crushed inward by its own weight.

Using a technique akin to destructive art, the building housing the Sizhen Architects was completely destroyed beyond recognition.

.........

Fim's Feast on the Ship—its stage, the Deadline Pleasure Ship.

Cards fluttered, and the roulette wheel spun.

The dice roll, the chips pile up.

Gamblers bobbed around the metal and velvet tables, their shouts and rapping creating a symphony. The dealers' fingers flew across the screen, the air thick with the smell of alcohol, the heat making one's head spin.

In this area, most guests have heard of Fim's boat banquets and know the participants at the heart of the gambling.

For this reason, Matouchi and Medea are often the subject of meaningful glances.

It wasn't hostility, but rather a gaze mixed with interest, probing, and evaluation.

While not exactly unpleasant, it is still difficult to deal with.

"So, only Ye Sizhen hasn't arrived yet?"

Matou Ike glanced at the magicians who had survived the initial selection, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Is it the one with the red spider lily tattooed on her body? Why?" Medea said softly, her gaze also searching for the woman's figure.

After all, Ye Sizhen had vowed to join forces with Matouchi.

A person with such courage should naturally possess the corresponding strength.

"Perhaps they are preparing to make their official debut after the ship leaves port."

Matou Ike spoke slowly, his gaze falling on the pile of chips on the poker table.

"Some people believe that the real gambling should begin after the warm-up games. But the problem is—"

He tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, touched the gold coins beside him, and spoke in a calm tone.

"—Perhaps everything had already been settled before that."

As Matouchi spoke, he recalled Van Fem's declaration from back then—

"First, here are one hundred gold coins for you."

"There are two ways to increase your gold coins. One is to gamble for gold coins along with regular chips."

In this scenario, coins and chips are treated the same. You can think of it as simply having another type of chip. The multiplier is also handled the same way. While it cannot be used on coin-operated machines, it can be used in most other forms of gambling.

"Another method is—"