Magician in Type-Moon

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“…That’s what I think too,” Tika chimed in from the side.

then.

“It’s over there,” urged Ptolemy I, the mechanical bird who had just caught up with the group.

Not long ago, he learned that Matouchi and his group had encountered Iskandar's army, and he was annoyed all the way there.

All I heard were, "Why didn't you summon me sooner? That way I could have seen that kid one more time."

Things like that.

Matouchi looked in the direction that Ptolemy I had pointed out, towards the mechanical bird.

It's a place that looks like a small hill.

The crystal tree, layer upon layer, forms a unique landscape even though it is indoors.

Only that area appears to be isolated.

Moreover, there were five guards.

After talking for a while, the group agreed to go inside and began to move out.

After a massacre.

The group rushed toward the entrance to the isolated area.

Look up.

It was a room, and it was completely dark inside.

Inside the library, even the restricted sections were filled with a steady light, but this area was completely dark.

The air was cool and carried the scent of withered herbs.

"He's already dead..."

Ptolemy said.

"What do you mean?" Tika asked, displaying the spirit of an archaeologist eager to uncover all the unknown knowledge hidden within the ruins left behind by history.

"It seems this room is the only one built independently of the Great Library. Well, just you wait and see. I'll bring it back to life right now."

The mechanical bird flapped its wings.

As if waiting for a signal from the commander, one after another, the lights came on.

It wasn't just lights.

It was a mural.

An incredible mural that radiates its own light.

A unique style that comes to mind when talking about Egypt, neither extremely sideways nor realistic.

“It’s somewhat similar to Greek vase paintings,” Medea remarked.

At the center of those murals is an oval sphere.

"This is?"

"It looks like a container for something."

Matou Ike squinted.

then.

"Latio knows."

Latio began to speak.

“Latio knows this. It’s the container Elgo used when he was adrift at the bottom of the sea.”

"What?" Matou Ike looked at her with some confusion.

Latour continued speaking to Matou Ike:

"Latio had intended to retrieve Elgo separately, but the only thing Latio found was this container that had lost its contents on the seabed near Singapore, and Elgo eventually fell into the hands of Wuzhiqi."

"Singapore? Even via the Suez Canal, it's over 8,000 kilometers away. Although ancient Egypt had the Pharaoh's Canal connecting the Nile and the Red Sea..."

Having a general understanding of what Matou Ike had done recently, Mayastia spoke up.

But he stopped halfway through his sentence.

"I see. There is also a hypothesis that the Pharaoh's Canal was built by Ptolemy's son, Ptolemy II."

"Yes, the canal was my plan."

The mechanical bird said shamelessly.

"Do you know this place?" Matou Ike asked.

“I don’t know anything about this place. Putting aside my main body, even as a backup, almost all the information about the Atlas Institute is encrypted and I can’t see it at all.”

It's most likely true.

Matouike has a feeling that even if this bird is good at deceiving others, it wouldn't lie carelessly.

"Since it belongs to the Atlas Institute, then it's yours to keep."

Matou Ike looked at Latio beside her and said to her.

In fact, Matou Ike had just observed this using the Deconstruction Mystic Eyes.

but...

It's like looking directly at Beelzebub and seeing only a fog.

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"Give it a try, Latio."

Grayish-brown arm guards covered Latio's hands.

It is an arm guard formed from bone.

Several branch-like structures extended from the armrest towards the mural. In modern scientific terms, they would be similar to flexible wires or cables.

Her beautiful profile appeared even more serene and radiant.

Her expression was like that of a crystal that governs the library.

It feels more like an inorganic substance than a human being.

"……This is."

She spoke in a low voice, her eyes fixed on the complex runes and arrays before her.

"what happened?"

Matou Ike walked up to her.

“The code is encrypted,” Latio replied, his voice somewhat grave, “but there are traces here that have been read.”

She paused briefly, as if confirming her deduction, before adding, "Latio knows this habit. It was Cipher who did it."

"Your brother?"

Matou Ike's expression changed slightly. He slowly nodded, his tone carrying a hint of inquiry.

"Ah."

Latio nodded and continued, "So Latio can tell. These are traces of the Kurdris family."

“Courdris…” Matou Ike frowned slightly, as if some long-forgotten memories were being pulled back to his eyes.

Latio straightened up, his gaze sweeping coldly over the ruins before him, his tone carrying a chilling certainty: "Sefer came here to search for the lost research of the ancestors of the Kurdris family."

Matou Ike pondered for a moment, then asked, "Of the three magicians who made Elgo devour the gods—Muzhiqi of the Mountain Court, Kiz of the Wandering Sea, is he the last one?"

"Yes."

After confirming Matou Ike's speculation, Latour didn't say anything more, turned around, and looked directly at the center of the room.

“Look there.” She pointed ahead.

On the ground, a circular protrusion with a diameter of about twenty meters stands out.

The raised surface is covered with intricate patterns, like a giant alchemical array etched onto the floor, with each line deeply embedded within, shimmering with a faint glow.

"It's not just a mural. Experiments were actually conducted here. This is probably where the 'coffin' containing Elgo was once placed."

"Looking at it this way, it's not just a 'coffin'."

I looked at the mural again.

The central sphere—if we believe what Latio said—is surrounded by three pillars.

Three black, unidentified objects were drawn at equal intervals outside the sphere.

It's unclear whether it's a pitch-black pillar or a regular cuboid.

Based on the traditions of the Night Calamity family, it is reasonable to deduce that this is the 'coffin' used to store the divine body.

"excuse me."

Ptolemy suddenly spoke, his metal mouth moving slightly, his voice carrying a mechanical resonance.

He raised his wings and pointed to the lower part of the mural.

"Isn't there a fourth divine body in this picture?"

"Do not."

Latio refuted his claim.

She slowly raised her hand and pointed to the other end of the mural.

"There are five."

Her voice was calm and even, while her finger hovered above the mural. There, against the dark background, a pitch-black cuboid was almost completely hidden in the shadows.

“Interesting. So, Latour, is there anything else you can read?” Matou Ike looked over with great interest.

"Unfortunately, we only have superficial information. We only know that Elgo's experiment was conducted here. Although we might be able to obtain more detailed information by analyzing the data after we return..."