Magician in Type-Moon

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"Relax, Weber. I didn't want to make a scene like that either, but if I didn't do it this way, it would be hard to clean up the mess."

Matou Ike plays the role of a polite, considerate, and incredibly gentle man in the dialogue; if someone who knows him were to overhear this, they would probably be terrified.

The other end of the international call fell into a brief silence after hearing this.

"What exactly happened? With your influence in Japan, you shouldn't have allowed the situation to escalate to this point, right?"

"It's a really exaggerated situation. Immortals from the Mountain Court and experimental subjects from the Wandering Sea all swarmed here. These guys are much more destructive than ordinary Heroic Spirits. I had no choice but to do this."

Matou Ike pretended to blame everything on Mushiki and Shiro Rōrō.

However, he wasn't lying; it was indeed the case.

Medea is a fully-fledged Heroic Spirit who has undergone several Spirit Origin Ascensions.

Mushiki, one of the ten officials of the Mountain Court, was able to fight Medea to a standstill simply by virtue of his mysterious nature, even when he wasn't the real one.

"Hmph." Another muffled groan came from the other end of the phone. "I think we need to move up the time for that thing you need. Ideally, we should get it within the next three days."

“I understand, I understand. You can talk to Orange about that. She should understand your difficulties. I’m really sorry, I will definitely thank you properly, Weber.”

After hanging up the phone, Matou Ike picked up a secret letter from beside him.

This letter, also sent by Weber, records various situations and phenomena he observed while working at the Clock Tower recently.

As for why we didn't just say it over the phone...

It's simple, because the content of the call will be leaked.

Matou Ike and this El-Melloi II were already the focus of the Mage's Association at this time.

Their every move attracted those with ulterior motives who wanted to spy on them.

The purpose of this phone call was not to confuse anyone, but simply to pass on certain information to those who had ideas.

After all, it's extremely rare for the Wandering Sea and the Mountain Court to appear in the same location, as both are organizations that have almost no interaction with reality.

That way, someone will naturally keep an eye on things for them.

Think no more.

Matou Ike's fingers gently traced the seal of the envelope. The black wax seal had been broken, revealing a slightly thick sheet of paper.

The moment he opened the letter, a faint trace of magic emanated from between the lines, bearing the familiar style of El-Melloi II.

"...Some families have been acting too frequently lately. They seem to have started to secretly push forward some plans, and have even given up their own family's Grand Order designation."

The letter also listed some names and events. Matouchi quickly scanned it, piecing together a rough outline of the current situation.

"The El-Melloi family has been excluded by them." This sentence in the letter was particularly striking, revealing Weber's subtle dissatisfaction and vigilance.

This means that El-Melloi, who has connections and entanglements with almost all families on the "Boundary Recording Belt," has been classified as an "enemy" in certain matters.

It seems that the El-Melloi family has truly become an isolated island, and the situation there is even more dire than imagined.

As for his own side... Matou Ike thought about it and stopped worrying about it. His goal was already very clear.

That means, in order to prepare for the chaos to come, we must constantly strengthen ourselves.

In this final year.

Reaching the level of a true Lostbelt King.

The "divine bodies" and the summoned heroic spirits are the best materials.

......

Inside Medea's newly built magic workshop, she was constantly conducting experiments on the girl in front of her—Yoru Akira.

They record and observe the data of the "divine body" within its body.

Even Matouike's "Deconstruction Mystic Eyes" authority has now been transferred to Medea.

This is crucial intelligence that will be used in transactions with Atlas Institute.

Of course, this data is of little use to Matouike for the time being.

"Any results?" Matou Ike stepped out from the mirror placed on the cabinet next to Medea, a clever use of projection magic.

"It's not much different from the information you got from the Night Robbery family, but at least we've finally figured out the true nature of those things that were transplanted into her body."

Medea pointed at the girl floating in mid-air before her. Her innocent face was suddenly covered by a black mask, and the dark abyss of unknown origin on her back was constantly expanding.

However, it was contained within a certain range by Medea's barrier.

"The Great Noble God, that must be his name."

Matou Ike nodded upon hearing this and said:

"Also known as the Great God of the Nation, the Great Black God, the God of Eight Thousand Spears, and the Great God of the Netherworld, she may have different aspects depending on her appearance, but the one within her should be the side of the serpent god. What Night Calamity inherited is probably a god close to her origin."

"You already knew?" Medea glared at Matou Ike, then leaned against him.

"I've guessed about 40-50%, since we can only guess based on Japanese gods." Matou Ike chuckled. "There are also the limitations of the Night Calamity and the Box, plus what that guy named Shiro Ruolong showed us, so we have a general direction, but we can't confirm it."

“You’re quite good at finding things for me to do.” Medea shook her head. “But this girl has more than just that. She also possesses a kind of magic, a complex ritual constructed with a divine body at its core.”

"Oh? It seems entrusting this research to you was a wise decision." Matou Ike gave Medea a thumbs up and praised her. "Have you completed the testing for its applications?"

“It’s only at times like this that you’re willing to coax me,” Medea sighed. “It’s a coffin, a coffin that can capture and contain phenomena called gods.”

...black cabinet

The word came to mind.

A coffin prepared for the gods.

That was the alias that Zhu Yin had mentioned that night.

"Sealing a god with a god's coffin? How correct it is, it's annoying." Matou Ike chuckled.

He suddenly remembered the feeling he had after entering the Night Raiders's house—an unnatural emotion of disgust and a desire to destroy them.

This was the divinity he had taken from Beelzebub, a natural resistance to the magical foundations employed by that family.

This inexplicable emotion even led Matou Ike to adopt a superior-to-inferior approach when negotiating with the Yorukai family—to forcibly seize their property.

“Yes, it looks like a bait and a trap.” Medea couldn’t help but chime in with a comment. “It seems that Night Raiders wanted to throw out his family’s divine body and capture more creatures with similar divine nature.”

Matou Ike agreed with Medea's words and nodded in agreement:

"No wonder they behaved so obediently in front of me back then; they were probably waiting for me here. But their initial target was probably that magician from the Wandering Sea."

Medea smiled back and looked up at Matou Pond:

"Should we put this matter aside for now? Or are you going to devour this divine body right now?"

In her view, consuming this thing now might create unnecessary connections with something belonging to the Night Robbers' family, which could lead to some bad things happening.

Matou Ike understood Medea's meaning, but after thinking for a moment, he said:

"Could we split this divine body in two? I'll eat one half to satisfy that part of my needs. Then I can use the other half as bait to lure those guys from the Wandering Sea and the Mountain Court."

Matouchi's thoughts were simple, unlike Medea's concerns.

He wanted to establish some connection with what was behind the Night Calamity Clan, because what was behind the Night Calamity Clan must be connected to the true gods.

This is exactly what he needs right now.

One reason for only taking a portion is that since the Night Robbers' family can use this thing as bait, he can also use this girl named Akira to capture more things related to the gods.

On the other hand, it was also to guard against El-Melloi's attack from the Clock Tower, while he was in a standoff with the gods behind the Nightcrawler family.

This could lead to the collapse of the entire situation.

"Okay." Medea pointed to the small room next to her. "So, is everything alright for now?"

She wanted to continue creating offspring.

Matou Ike's expression changed, and he looked at Medea with some disbelief.

Weren't we talking about serious business? Why did it turn out like this...?

......

Everything around seemed like a broken twilight.

The filthy red and black mingled together, churning haphazardly.

Although I could smell a strong fishy odor, my memory of it was already hazy.

Bai Ruolong was resting in a dark alley at the moment.

He reflected on his life.

"Nice to meet you. I'm a kidnapper. No, since it's not confirmed yet, I'd say I'm a trainee kidnapper, right?"

I think that's what I said back then, when I first met Akira...

"Take me away."

This was the first thing Akira Yoru said to him after they met...

It's ridiculous. He's a kidnapper, yet he can't even protect the girl he kidnapped.

How fragile...

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and then thought of his teacher.

"Did that gambling-addicted old bastard really think about what the consequences would be?"

"Wow, making such a blatant disparagement of your teacher is considered a grave offense in this country."

A sound slowly drifted from around the corner of the shadows.

Bai Ruolong barely managed to lift her head and look in that direction, only to see a gray-haired man slowly walking towards her.

"I didn't expect you to survive such a blow. Well done, my beloved student."

The man walked to his side and placed something on his body, gradually merging with Bai Ruolong's body.

"That was really fun."

Bai Ruolong shrugged, patted his face which showed signs of weariness, and then said:

"Is this alright, Dad?"

"What do you mean?"